The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

——The story line takes place two years after the final battle——

The fragrance of rice porridge filled the hut.

A child with pointy ears and a pumpkin leaf on his head crouched before the hearth, adding new wood to the fire.Next to him sat a girl with red hair, eating honey and watching the fire.

"I think the fire can be bigger."

"I don't think it's okay, it will be blurred if it gets bigger."

"I don't think I'm confused."

"Bah, what do you know, you only eat sugar."

Chu Wanning pushed the door with the hunted hare, followed by a group of twittering grass spirits, little flower demons, and even little moss fairies the size of fingernails.

The tree spirit brother and sister sitting by the stove immediately got up and hurriedly saluted him: "Shenmu Immortal."

Shenmu Xianjun is the name of these wood spirits for Chu Wanning.

In fact, looking back at many things, they all have clues.In his previous life, he didn't know why he was born with a nine-song martial arts, and he didn't know why he could have such a strong control over vegetation. Even before, he didn't understand why the wine-colored gourd that ran out of the Golden Drum Pagoda would treat him. Respectful.

I understand now.

He is the Yandi sacred tree, and the Yandi sacred tree is the source of all vegetation in the world.

After the Battle of the Gate of Life and Death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran retreated to the Nanping Valley. Those fierce and violent spells are temporarily unusable, but life is a bit ordinary, so Chu Wanning figured out the wood spirit summoning technique, using All the little monsters in the valley gathered under their command.

"It looks a bit like occupying the mountain as king." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "It's just a tiger skin blanket on the floor."

But Chu Xianjun, who occupies the mountain as king, is very anxious these days, because Xue Meng sent a message to them a few days ago, expressing awkwardly that he would like to come to Nanping Mountain for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and get together with them.

After two years, the relationship between the three masters and apprentices has finally been washed away by time and is no longer so embarrassing. Chu Wanning is naturally willing to see his former lover again.So one month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to seriously think about what dishes to prepare to entertain Xue Ziming.

"What is Master writing?"

At night, the lights and candles flickered, Mo Ran leaned over, hugged Chu Wanning from behind, his chin rested on his shoulder, and his black eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the table.

He was just asking casually, the main purpose was to coax brother Engong to go to bed earlier.He is not very interested in what Chu Wanning is writing.

What else is this guy doing?It’s nothing more than thinking about some mechas such as Yeyoushen, and then sending the blueprints to the horse owner of Taobao Mountain Villa, so that they can build them according to the same and sell them at a low price. All to the pinnacle of life and death."

As a result, the construction cost was much higher than the selling price, and the owner of the Ma Zhuang returned to a loss, chasing Xue Ziming for money with the bill.

"Huh? Didn't you draw any blueprints today?"

Chu Wanning answered absent-mindedly: "Where will there be inspiration every day."

Mo Ran rubbed his cheek and kissed his earlobe: "Master..."

"what happened?"

"..."

Mo Ran couldn't help but straightened up and touched his nose.

He couldn't help but began to wonder if the days of hermitage made Chu Wanning tired, otherwise, why such an intimate relationship only got a hard "what's the matter" without any ups and downs.

Hell.

It wasn't until this time that Mo Ran finally began to carefully read what Chu Wanning had written on the table. It would be fine if he didn't read it, but he was shocked and took a big step back.

"what are you writing?!"

It was a question just now, but this time it was an exclamation full of horror.

Chu Wanning was displeased with his tone, and finally put down the lake pen, slowly raised a pair of aggressive phoenix eyes, and squinted slightly, even if the two long eyelashes were as soft as fluff, they could not hide the sharpness of his eyes .

However, no matter how fierce the eyes are, they are no match for what Chu Wanning said at the moment.

"Mid-Autumn recipes."

Ink burning: "..."

That's right, for the first reunion banquet after the Great War, Immortal Beidou planned to do it himself, washing his hands and making soup for his apprentice who felt quite sorry.

Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's serious and stubborn face in the shadow of the candlestick lamp, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He's not serious, is he...? ? ?

But it's a pity that Chu Xianjun is a serious person and never makes unnecessary jokes.

In the next few days, he frowned at the menu and studied it carefully, deleting a few dishes from time to time-every time Mo Ran would breathe a sigh of relief.Or add a few more dishes - Mo Ran will feel his stomach convulsing faintly at this time.

Finally, when Chu Wanning coughed twice and gave him the list that was finally drawn up, Mo Ran forced himself to glance at the ten cold, ten hot and twenty dishes on it calmly, and then closed the bamboo slips.

"...What's the matter? Are there fewer varieties?"

"No." Mo Ran felt that unless he wanted to see the new head of Death and Life die suddenly in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had to do something to stop his benevolent brother.

He thought for a while, raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Wanning: "I just think that if the reunion banquet is only prepared by the master, it is not sincere enough."

Chu Wanning frowned slightly: "Really?"

"It's all said to be reunited." Mo Ran followed the temptation, "It's natural to prepare together to be lively."

Seeing that the other party was silent and seemed to hesitate, Mo Ran had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought that Wan Ning was always strong, so he continued: "Master, do you think this is good, we each prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes, but don't let the other party prepare a meal." Tell the other party what it is. When Xue Meng comes, mix these twenty dishes together and serve them on the table, and finally ask him which ones are good and which ones he doesn't like, how about it?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak immediately, but his eyes lit up slightly.

All these small expressions of his thoughts fell into Mo Ran's observant eyes. Mo Ran held back his smile, clasped his hand again, and asked warmly, "Is it okay?"

Chu Wanning looked up at him: "Is this a cooking competition?"

Mo Ran touched his nose and said with a smile: "You have the final say."

After a few moments of silence, Chu Wanning suddenly stood up and took away the bamboo slips pressed by Mo Ran's other hand.Mo Ran was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"I won't let you know what I do." Chu Wanning's expression was quite serious, "It doesn't count what is written on it. I will rewrite it."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "Actually, my cooking is not much worse than yours."

"Yes, yes." Mo Ran couldn't help laughing, "Master said everything is right, then I will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival feast." He said, holding Chu Wanning's hand , caressing the callused fingertips from being a mecha chipper all year round, then bowed his head and kissed.

In the candlelight, he looked at Chu Wanning's slightly widened eyes because he was not ridiculed, and watched Chu Wanning's tight body slowly relaxing in the kiss.

He gently rolled his eyes.

"What Brother Engong does is the best."

To resolve the crisis so easily, I really am getting smarter and more resourceful.Mo Ran applauded himself silently in his mind, then stood up with a smile under Chu Wanning's gaze, and went to clean up the unwashed dishes and chopsticks that were still spread on the low table.

It was night, when Mo Ran cleaned up and returned to his room after taking a bath, Chu Wanning was sitting by the window, watching the recipes he had studied countless times.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he subconsciously covered the scroll, and it seemed that he really regarded Mo Ran as a competitor.But Mo Ran only thinks this guy is really funny. There are only a few idle books on his bookshelf, and there are only two books related to food, one is "Bashu Food Records", the other is "Lin'an Diet Notes", and there are only two books related to food. Nothing to hide.

However, Chu Wanning obviously felt that it was necessary to hide his means, so he turned off the lampstand by the window and looked up at the young man: "Have you washed it?"

Mo Ran smiled and nodded.

Chu Wanning nodded briefly to show his approval, and put the book back on the wooden shelf in a casual gesture, and said: "Okay, then I will wash it."

Mo Ran's smile became more obvious: "Master."

"Huh?" Chu Wanning turned back.

Mo Ran seemed unsure whether to say it for a while, but in the end he scratched his head and reminded with some embarrassment: "You have washed it before me...Did you forget?"

"..."

People are always absent-minded when they want to hide something, even the famous Big Dipper Immortal Venerable is no exception.

In this embarrassment, Mo Ran looked at him with some amusement and indulgence, and then leaned over.The place by the window is very narrow, there is a chair and a row of bamboo bookcases, there is no extra space.Mo Ran put one hand on the edge of the window, and Chu Wanning had no way out.

Chu Wanning didn't plan to quit, his duplicity was much better than a few years ago, but he was still not used to being intimate in this kind of place - especially when the personality of Ta Xianjun appeared a few days ago, he was still with that incompetent Li Yu's paranoia has been entangled here.

Now that he thinks of those pictures, his cheeks burn, so he persists even more.

Chu night Ning said: "No. Go to bed."

Mo Ran's response to him was to lean over and hold his cool lips.

I have to say that the things Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi like in their hearts are actually very similar, but Ta Xianjun expresses autocratically, while Mo Zongshi will be more tactful.

But the result is the same.

Before he had time to resist, he was coaxed and coaxed by Mo Ran and pressed on the lamp hanging chair, and he was exactly the same as Ta Xianjun. Master Mo moved his fingers and urged Shenwu to hell with his magic breath. Bind Chu Wanning's hands and legs to the chair.

"Can't you choose a more normal place?" Chu Wanning almost gritted his teeth.

Mo Ran's long eyelashes rustled, and he looked innocent. He bent down and raised his hand to touch Chu Wanning's face. His voice was still very gentle: "I'm afraid you will get tired."

"..."

Even though he was doing something that was worse than a beast, it sounded like he had become a girl who was afraid of being abandoned.

Mo Ran's eyes are very serious: "Master, we have only lived together for two years, and there will be a long life in the future. If you stay in bed honestly every night, you may think I am boring."

"You are very interesting." Chu Wanning stared at him, "Now, let me go."

Mo Ran also half-kneeled in front of him, staring at him.

"Release." Chu Wanning insisted.

It was probably because his eyes were too hard, which hurt the young man's fragile heart, which had been cut into pieces. Mo Ran suddenly dropped his long eyelashes, and did not speak.He looked a little sad, but still mumbled obediently: "Damn, come back."

Liu Teng took it back obediently.

Mo Ran still lowered his head, and added another sentence: "I'm sorry."

"..."

When the youth half-kneeled in front of his eyes, he was much shorter than Chu Wanning, and when he was not so tall and straight in front of him, Chu Wanning could easily realize that this was a man who was ten years younger than himself, but chose everywhere. Tolerate your younger generation.

He rubbed his wrist that was sorely bound by willow vines, but suddenly felt that his tone just now was too harsh.

Chu Wanning coughed lightly, and just about to say something, Mo Ran lowered his head and said silently: "Although I don't quite remember what I did when I became Ta Xianjun, but I...how much There are always fragmented impressions."

Chu Wanning stopped rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

Looking down from top to bottom, Mo Ran's eyelashes will appear thicker and slender than other angles, similar to some kind of loyal animal, Chu Wanning even felt that at a certain moment, two fluffy hairs would suddenly emerge from the young man's long hair ears, then drooped in frustration.

Along with some fuzzy tail that doesn't exist.

"I thought you would like that." Mo Ran said, "But I seem to have made a mistake."

"..." You are indeed mistaken.

Chu Wanning thought silently in her heart.

But he still reached out and touched the young man's head.

This kind of soothing caress made Mo Ran finally raise his face, and the handsome face was soaked in the dim candlelight.The reflection of the light in his dark eyes, the shattered image is two stars flickering.These eyes are beautiful, but because of grievance, there is a little redness at the end of the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I originally wanted to make you happy."

"..."

"I'm not doing it right again. Made you angry."

Chu Wanning suddenly couldn't bear it.

He sighed, and the strength in his hands increased slightly, but the young man was rubbed and became a little puzzled, and he stuck his neck in place like a rock, motionless.

Chu Wanning broke him a few more times, but there was still no movement, and he couldn't help but said: "Come here."

The young man was slightly taken aback, then he half-kneeled and obediently leaned over.Chu WanNing grabbed the back of his head, took him over, leaned against his waist, stroked his soft black hair, and sighed: "Fool."

The lanterns are still flowing silently. In the quiet house, Chu Wanning removed the silk belt that tied his hair, and his long hair was scattered. He didn't care, but raised his hand to cover himself with the lotus root white hair band s eyes.Some things are probably not so shameful if you don't see them.

Mo Ran is really stupid sometimes, he froze for a moment and asked, "What is Master doing?"

"..."

Even if the candlelight is dim, you can still clearly see the blood under Chu Wanning Chuchun's snow-like skin, he bit his lower lip, Mo Ran this person, there is always a way to soften his heart in an instant, and Hardened instantly.

There was almost green smoke above Chu Wanning's head. If it wasn't for the silk to cover his eyes, he would have somewhat reduced his sense of shame, otherwise he would be able to push Mo Ran out of the door.

He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to do it, do it, if you don't do it, get out."

Master Mo is an honest man.

It took him a moment to be surprised, and another moment to surprise him.

For the rest of the good times, he devoted himself religiously to the lingering side.

The clothes were quickly taken off, and the skin was exposed to the cool air at night. Chu Wanning covered his eyes and raised his chin subconsciously because he couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

This is actually very terrible, under the lotus root white silk is a straight nose bridge, and the soft lines extend down, leading people's eyes to his lips.

On weekdays, because Chu Wanning's eyes are too bright and too cold, everyone who looks at him will focus on the two pools of Haoyue ice and snow.

But at this time his eyes were covered, and he lost that majestic aura.So Mo Ran found out that the lower half of his face was actually very soft, with a delicate face, and very soft, pale pink lips.

Because of the loss of vision, the lips are unconsciously opened slightly at this moment, this posture is too much like asking for a kiss.Although Mo Ran was convinced that his master had absolutely no such awareness, he still kissed him kindly.

The lips and teeth were intertwined wetly, and the movements of his hands did not stop. His thin callused hands stroked Chu Wanning's waist and chest. After the kiss was over, both of them breathed a little hurriedly.

The ink burned against his forehead, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Can you?"

The blindfolded man panted heavily, and the color of his lips became more and more attractive, like a begonia that just bloomed, extremely tender and thin red.

Chu Xiaoning asked, "What?"

right here, okay? "

"..."

Sometimes Chu Xiaoning would feel that although Grandmaster Mo is an upright gentleman, he always considers him and never forces him to do something he doesn't like, but in some cases, this kind of "seeking opinions" is simply worse than stepping on the fairy. All the absurdities of the past made him feel even more ashamed.

Chu Wanning was a little sullen: "You take off my clothes and ask me if I can?"

"Well..." Mo Ran's face turned red in a place that Chu Wanning couldn't see.

He probably also knew that he asked Xun unnecessary words, so he pursed his lips unconsciously, leaned over and kissed his master's side cheek, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Responding to his cold snort.

Mo Ran didn't embarrass him anymore, his eyelashes moved slightly like a butterfly, and the kiss went down all the way, from the cheek to the neck, to the collarbone, to the chest...

He could feel that Chu Xiaoning's muscles were tense, and his arms were unconsciously pinching the edge of the chair—he knew that Chu Xiaoning didn't like being played with his chest too much. Although the scar didn't hurt, it still It was where he was vulnerable and hurt.

So he just kissed the nipple lightly, then bent down and buried himself between Chu Xiaoning's legs.

He raised his head and glanced at Chu Xiaoning's nervous and stiff appearance, and leaned closer, his fiery breath brushing against the raised stem.

Chu Xiaoning's Adam's apple twitched, even though his eyes were covered, he still turned his face in shame.

"what……"

Suddenly, the young man's genitals were engulfed by the young man, and his warm and moist mouth wrapped around him. In the darkness, the stimulation of being sucked by blowjob was particularly strong. It seemed that all the senses were pouring into the lower body, and the spine seemed to be charged with sparks and fine electricity, numb all the way. to the tip of the toe.

Chu Xiaoning leaned back slightly, biting the sound of his unexpected panting.

But no matter how repressed he was, the erection of his genitals was honestly reflected to the young man who leaned over his eyes.Mo Ran then sucked him deeper and deeper, the tip of his tongue circling flexibly around the mouth of his bell and the stem, and when he pulled away, the moist saliva in his mouth had already wetted the angry cylinder.

"Brother Engong..."

Chu Wanning's face turned red for a while, and he said angrily in a low voice: "Don't call me that."

Mo Ran smiled softly, his lips were always very close to Chu Xiaoning's penis, and he could clearly feel the air flow when he spoke.

"Okay." Mo Ran said, "I listen to Master."

"..."

It would be better to say that the title of master is more shameful, or that brother Engong makes him feel more awkward.

But Chu Wanning didn't have much time to think, Mo Ran's moist kisses and licks came again, he couldn't see everything in front of him, he could only pant with his mouth slightly open under the silk belt, but he could almost Imagine the posture of Mo Ran, and you can imagine how the tip of the tongue licked itself.

Finally, with a deep throat eyebrow, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and his fingertips penetrated into the ink-burning hair. He trembled slightly: "Okay, it's okay."

Mo Ran didn't intend to listen to him this time.

Chu Xiaoning is a very strong person, even in bed, so he said "it's fine", but in fact it was far from it.

Mo Ran believed his evil in the first few lingering times after they retired, but as a result, Chu Wanning's cloak was torn violently. Afterwards, Mo Ran stared at the blood-stained sheets for a long time.

Since then, he has learned to take Chu Wanning's "OK" as a deaf ear.

Mo Ran ignored him, but stretched out his hand to hold Chu Xiaoning's other hand that was trying to stop him, and shook hands with him, then stopped all the way, licked at the place of desire, and then went down.

He paused, his black eyes were moist with lust: "Master, you have to sit a little further, you are like this...it's hard for me to take care of..."

He said it very euphemistically, but Chu Wanning still felt that the top of his head was smoking.

Mo Ran saw that he didn't move, but he didn't resist, so he let go of his hand, hugged him to the edge of the chair, then knelt down, and spread Chu Wanning's legs further.

"……what!"

This time he licked it, but it was the rear acupoint. The stimulation was actually greater than the front. Chu Xiaoning couldn't help shouting, leaning his neck back and resting his head on the back of the chair.

He could clearly feel that Mo Ran was licking himself, moistening and invading.

This is really not something that he can accept calmly, but there is a warm current gushing out of his chest. The warmth of being accepted and loved and pitied every inch makes him feel as if he is soaked in the warmest feeling in the world. in the spring.

When being hugged by Mo Ran, Chu Wanning felt that his legs were numb due to excessive stimulation.They exchanged positions, Mo Ran sat on the chair, his penis was fully erect at this time, and the size of the swollen stem was terrifying.

Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's waist with one hand, and was still expanding the man in his arms with the other.When Chu Wanning frowned and said "It's ok" for the ninth time tonight, he finally couldn't help laughing and kissed Chu Xiaoning's temples.

"it is good……"

No matter how well lubricated it is, it still hurts when being pushed into by such a thick and huge penis.

Chu Xiaoning frowned, and his back trembled slightly. He could clearly feel Mo Ran's desire buried deep in his body inch by inch.

"……what……"

When they were perfectly matched, both of them couldn't help grunting.

"Master, does it hurt?"

"... Try it with you?"

Mo Ran didn't speak anymore, he started to move gently.No matter how out of control the excitement may be, this young man was completely different from Ta Xianjun at the beginning of his love. He was very forbearing, but his handsome face became more and more sexy because of the restraint of desire.

His genitals swirled slightly in Chu Wanning's soft and hot body, and were sucked and wrapped by the intestinal wall. This feeling made him crazy. He had to do his best to restrain himself, not to let himself immediately take the meat in his arms. People push and fuck wildly from bottom to top.

His chest was heaving and heaving, his black eyes were shining like gems that had been polished, lust and heat burned him, sweat flowed down his naked skin, and the room was full of obscene atmosphere.

He gasped, breathing more and more rapidly.

That kind of small-scale teasing is almost scratching the surface, although every time he enters it is very deep, reaching the sensitive point of Chu Wanning he is familiar with, and the glans is constantly touching it.

"Ah...ah..."

In the ear was Chu Xiaoning's suppressed, but deep and overflowing humming, a very slight voice, but hoarse and sexy.

Mo Ran was looking for his lips almost obsessively. The wet lips almost invaded and sucked hungrily when they touched them, and the frequency of protruding underneath became more and more rapid.

Chu Wanning sat on his lap, almost collapsed by his dense thrusting - Mo Ran is very gentle, but this kind of gentleness is like a cruel torture.Mo Ran knows him too well, he is constantly being held in the most numb position, turbulent but not violent, as if there is an itchy place, fingers keep passing around there, drawing circles like feathers, but it is Not to fall is to let that itching continue to climb and not be happy.

He was in agony, and in the midst of this torturous teasing, there were muffled highs and moans in his throat, almost like begging.

He could feel his back getting hotter and hotter, and his cunt was getting extremely wet, which made him blush even more, he wrapped him wetly, sucking him from behind...

Chu Xiaoning was unwilling and did not dare to think about it any further.

Fortunately, Mo Ran didn't want to step on Xianjun, and always liked to listen to his habit of crying out of control on the bed, or he had it, but he was not so paranoid.

Mo Ran obviously also felt Chu Wanning's gradual adaptation, the force of his thrusting slowly became fierce, the hard hot penis poked from bottom to top, and his hands were lingering and lingeringly rubbing Chu Wanning's buttocks , he stared at his lover from the chair, his eyes looked moist.

"Master, are you comfortable?"

"..."

Naturally, there is no answer to this kind of question, but Mo Ran can feel Chu Xiaoning's state from his trembling, his small groans and gasps.

So he stabbed up more quickly and vigorously, and the love between the two gradually became a little out of control and frenzied, from the initial gentle and lingering, slowly evolved into sweaty and intense sexual intercourse.

The chair made an unbearable creaking sound under the body, and there was the sound of wet, sticky water when the joint was hit. In such an increasingly violent manipulation, Chu Wanning finally couldn't bear it, and his waist Soft, the body fits the muscular and well-proportioned chest of the ink, shakes the head slightly, the hair hangs in front of the silk belt, panting: "Slow, slow..."

But at this time, the youth has also indulged in it, and is no longer so obedient.

This intense thrusting lasted for a long time, until Chu Xiaoning was directly fucked by his fanatical and obsessive penetration until he convulsively released, and the semen was all on Mo Ran's tight belly.

At that time, Mo Ran raised his head and glanced at the man sitting on Muji's lap, the silk belt had been skewed in the fierce intercourse, revealing a slightly closed moist phoenix eye.

Mo Ran seemed to be stimulated, he suddenly hugged his lover who was still immersed in the aftertaste of ejaculation and stood up.Because of the change in posture, his genitals were stabbed deep, and Chu Wanning, who was already a little lax, couldn't help moaning: "Ah..."

"Master, Wan Ning... baby..." He hugged him and kissed him, and the two of them fell on the couch together. During this process, Mo Ran's penis slipped from Chu Xiaoning's already wet and lustful back hole out.

Chu Xiaoning's gaze was almost empty. A man's perception of stimulation will be greater when he releases it. He can feel the shameless shrinking and longing behind him. He felt uncomfortable because of the sudden slipping of his genitals. He said in a low voice Panting, he raised his trembling hand and pulled off the half-loose ribbon.

The pair of slightly raised and thin red eyes, so wet to see the bottom of Mo Ran's heart.

Mo Ran cursed secretly, he lifted the man's leg on the bed, his hard and hot penis pressed against Chu Wanning's back acupuncture point, pushed forward only a bit, entered the front end, and heard the man under him again Pain is a comfortable moan.

He couldn't bear it any longer, said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, supported Chu Xiaoning's waist, and inserted his whole penis fiercely and feverishly.

The copulation that follows is almost wild.

In the depths of Chiai, there is actually no difference between Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi, they are not very rational, they only indulge in the jerky twitching of the eager face, eager to hear more vague and broken moans of the people under them Panting, two strong and well-proportioned bodies on the bed were entangled with each other, Mo Ran spread Chu Xiaoning's legs wide apart, his buttocks kept moving, and his penis was quickly and deeply pushed into it.

"Ah...ah..."

Everything was messed up, the dense penetration, the torrential blow, made Chu Xiaoning feel like a soul floating in the river, unable to hold on to anything, unable to control anything.

Only the face of the youth in front of him, obsessed and in love, was the only real thing.

Before Mo Ran ejaculate, there will be extra fierce and almost crazy pumping, and the last few times are so fierce and hot, it is almost obsessive to squeeze all the pouches into the pouch, followed by a large stream of powerful semen. He ejaculated in Chu Xiaoning's body resentfully.

He was so stimulated that even the tips of his toes were trembling slightly, and his eyes were almost out of focus.

"Are you ok?"

After a long time, Mo Ran recovered from the aftertaste of the climax, and kissed Chu Xiaoning's sweaty brows, lips, and nose tip carefully.

"Did it hurt you?"

"..."

"Do you like this?"

Chu Xiaoning turned his face to the side, a little tired, but felt his heart was extremely hot. He looked at the sincere and gentle face of the young man, the man he had lost, the man who fell into hell for him, the man who once The cold man beside him.

Now she is so vividly and entwined with him between the pillows.

in front of his eyes.

beside him.

in his body.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and for some reason there was sourness in his throat, but the sweetness in his heart broke through the ground, the sourness and sweetness intermingled here, making the voice in his throat a bit hoarse.

Chu Xiaoning is not good at words, but also a very thin-skinned person.

Don't expect him to answer any questions honestly on the bed, so Mo Ran obviously couldn't get the answers to his stupid questions this time.

But he could afford something else.

better one.

Chu Xiaoning raised his face slightly, a strand of sweaty black hair was scattered on his forehead, his beautiful eyes looked at the young man's face, then he leaned over and kissed the young man's well-shaped lips.

He put his hand on Mo Ran's chest, where there are still scars.

They both have scars in their hearts.

However, everything has passed.

The scar is still there, but it doesn't hurt anymore.

"……I love you."

Chu Xiaoning said something in a low voice, and then seemed to prevent Mo Ran from seeing his embarrassment and blushing, he pulled him down, and the two kissed together again.

This night was the same as before, they did it more than once, and the ink-burning physical strength impregnated with the power of the demons seemed to be better than before, although he used to be a little shameless.

They entangled Huanai passionately in the deep valley of Nanping, the bed creaked, Chu Xiaoning was turned over by him, and knelt down on the bed, while Mo Ran covered his mouth from behind, as if he was having sex Pushing him from behind like a beast, during the fierce rhythm of the two, the semen left in Chu Wanning's body before was inserted into the white foam, and some sticky slipped between the legs.

"Wan Ning..." During the frenzied intercourse, Chu Wan Ning, who was almost absent-minded, was lying on the couch, with a few strands of black hair falling in front of his eyes. He vaguely heard Mo Ran calling him behind him, full of love, desire, and infatuation. love, dependence.

He wanted to respond, but his voice was a little hoarse from the several times of sex that night, and he couldn't make much sound.

Chu Wanning turned his face sideways like this, and was pressed on the mat and invaded. After a while, he saw Mo Ran's hand stretched out and covered the back of his hand.

There is deep breathing in my ear, and the most sexy and moving voice in the world.

He frowned, and clearly felt that the ink burned and panted and shot the semen in his body again, the stimulation like electric fire.

He heard the amount of burning sticking to his ear, solemnly, just like what this young man often said in the past two years, and it seemed that he was going to say this for a lifetime.

No, not as if.

Yes for sure.

Mo Ran said: "Wan Ning, I love you."

I love you.

From dawn to dusk.

every day.

lifetime.

lifetime.

As for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion banquet...

Although Chu Wanning is not good at cooking, his taste is not bad.

After studying for a long time but unable to learn the essentials of cooking, and seeing how Mo Ran prepared the ingredients and prepared the sauce to marinate the fish smoothly, three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Wanning finally gave up the idea of ​​doing it by himself.

So there was the opening scene.

Dozens of monsters cultivated from grass and trees surround Chu Wanning, some are responsible for chopping firewood, some are responsible for burning fire, some are cutting vegetables, and some are holding the spoon by the pot.

Chu Wanning looked at the bubbling soup in the pot, the color and aroma were quite attractive, and he couldn't help but said to the two porridge cooks: "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank us, we volunteered." The tree spirit girl smiled, "Shenmu Xianjun called us to help, we are too happy to be happy."

Chu Wanning glanced outside the house, and saw in the distance, Mo Ran was sitting obediently at the end of the yard, splitting a pile of firewood seriously, but he had no one to help, sweat dripped down his wheat-colored face, his clothes Can't hide the tight chest muscles and thin waist.

Very nice, a beauty.

It's a pity that Chu Wan would rather not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Although it is indeed unfair to secretly call the monsters to help cook, but whoever makes the ink burn endlessly tossing people every night, he has no choice but to do it...

Chu WanNing thought so, put his hands together, closed the kitchen door tightly, and put an enchantment by the way to prevent the ink from burning in.After finishing all this, he turned around, returned to the spirits of plants and trees, and then picked up the written recipe from the table——

"The next dish is squirrel mandarin fish."

The voice of the Big Dipper Immortal could be faintly heard from the kitchen, and occasionally some strange mutterings of little monsters could be heard.

"Who will catch fish?"

Cooking smoke curls up, and at sunset, people smell the fragrance of tea, rice, oil and salt.

In such tranquility and warmth, the bleak rain and snow in the deep winter of Nanping Mountain will eventually fade away in the memory. Perhaps one day, the pain that has been experienced will become a faint shadow, just like clothes. The ink stains on the face may not be cleaned once or twice, but as time goes by, the black shadow will eventually turn into a gentle and light trace.

From now on, every year for them, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, will be the best in the world.

——The end of "Returning to the Garden"——