Single Dog Ending System

Lang Qianxing had a dream, and it was a very nasty dream.

After he passed out in the Sword Forging Hall, the master stopped concentrating on forging, walked to him and helped him up, and apologized in his ear in a soft voice, saying that he accidentally hit a heavy hand in a moment of anger and let him Do not be angry.

The always indifferent master actually lowered his posture in front of him, Lang Qianxing was extremely surprised, but soon felt a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

It is probably an excellent medicine, it melts as soon as you take it in, and it becomes a warm current that warms the internal organs and dantian.

Immediately afterwards, the master held his hand in a very intimate way, with fingers clasped together, sending spiritual energy for him to heal his wounds.

Lang Qianxing was reluctant to wake up.

After a while, he felt the master's lips close to his ear and said a lot of words gently, but he couldn't hear clearly. Afterwards, the palm of his hand seemed to be cut, and two fingers as cool as jade moved along the blood veins. The act of drawing blood, but he felt no pain.

Lang Qianxing felt in a trance that he might be dreaming, but the hand touching him was so real.

Yes, that's right.The master was touching him, still quite flirtatiously, circling his body slightly with his fingertips, teasing him.

Lang Qianxing only felt that his blood was surging, but Master felt that teasing him like this was not enough.

She even caressed his lips with her fingers, slowly tracing the shape of his lips, grinding and seductive.

Lang Qianxing just wanted to open his eyes, and immediately pressed the person under him, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't open even a single crack.

He was still struggling to open his eyes, but felt a softness on his lips.Master... Kissing him? !

It wasn't a superficial kiss, it was just the opposite of the master's usual indifference, with lingering passion, like fire, which made Lang Qianxing's soul tremble slightly.

Although Lang Qianxing felt it was difficult to breathe, he liked the feeling very much.

However, the master let go of him when he teased him so much that he couldn't help himself, and sighed, as if he was disappointed that he didn't respond at all, and was about to leave.

Lang Qianxing was so anxious that he wanted to tell Master that he liked the kiss and wanted to continue, but it was as if his body had been cast with a fixing spell, not only could he not open his eyes, he couldn't even move his fingers.

Sure enough, Master no longer wanted to touch him like before, and supported him against the pillar, as if he was going to really throw him down.

Lang Qianxing had nothing to do, and when he regretted it, he was very annoyed at himself, and his whole body was burned by the fire of the master.

However, the master seemed unwilling to let him suffer so much, so he didn't leave but posted it again.

Even, even unbuttoned his trousers...

Lang Qianxing seemed to be in the clouds, surrounded by soft and warm clouds, so comfortable that he sighed.

Lang Qianxing woke up, looking at the beam above his head, his face became hot.

He actually had such an obscene dream about Qin Lang.

"Qianxing, you're awake." As soon as Bo came in and saw that Lang Qianxing had opened his eyes, he quickly walked to his bed and looked at his face, "Why is your face so red, don't you feel well?"

Lang Qianxing coughed unnaturally, and was about to sit up, "I'm fine, senior brother... Master respects him..."

But his body was a little weak, and the dizziness from sitting up suddenly made him almost faint again.

"Oh?" Bo Yi came over to help him, propped him up on a pillow, and let him lean on, "You should take good care of your wounds."

Lang Qianxing pressed his hand on his forehead and felt a tingling sensation in his hand, only to realize that his left hand was bandaged, and he was stunned.

"Brother, what's wrong with my hand?" He said and wanted to untie himself to look at the wound.

"I don't know," Bo Yi said, and when Zhong Yi came in, he turned his head and looked, "You can ask senior brother, master asked senior brother to bring you back from Sword Forging Palace."

"What?" Zhong Yi came in with a piano in his arms, and saw Lang Qianxing's movements, "Qianxing, what are you doing? Master bandaged it for you. Why do you untie it? Don't you want to fix it?"

Lang Qianxing's chest thumped wildly, that dream... could it be true?

Lang Qianxing suddenly felt extremely parched, he licked his chapped lips, and said, "Eldest brother, I... Master, did he say anything?"

"You still have the nerve to mention Master!" Zhong Yi frowned, put the piano on the table, and looked at him with hatred for iron, "Bo Yi and I have been in Qingyun Peak for more than 200 years, and Master has never taken us to forge swords. Dian, since Master let you follow in and taught you to forge, but you didn't pay attention. I think you deserved your injury."

Bo Yi patted Lang Qianxing on the shoulder, expressing that he couldn't speak for him either.

"Master asked you to contemplate for seven days behind closed doors, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." Zhong Yi pointed to the piano he brought, "Also, Master said that if you don't practice well what he taught you, you will not see you for a day." .”

"I see." Lang Qianxing nodded.

"Then Qianxing, take care of your wounds, we won't be able to visit you for seven days." Bo Yi patted him on the shoulder again, and left the room with Zhong Yi.

In the quiet room, Lang Qianxing pressed his beating heart and looked at the qin placed on the table by Zhong Yi. He had seen that qin before, and it was the one Qin Lang played that night.

He wanted to get out of bed and touch the piano, but his physical condition didn't seem to be very good. He tried several times but failed, so he had to watch from a distance.

Yun Jue didn't kill him, and even let him recuperate by shutting himself up and thinking about his mistakes.To be honest, Lang Qianxing was very happy.

The temptation in the Sword Forging Hall was naturally not that Lang Qianxing was looking for death, he had a backhand.

After rebirth, he gets a mustard space, which is very different. It has entrances and exits, and once a person enters, it can be completely isolated from the outside world.

He divided his consciousness into two, and left half in the space. Even if his physical body outside and the other half were destroyed by Yun Jue, he would not die completely, and he could slowly recover with the aura in the space.

Rather than being trapped in this Qingyun Peak forever, it is better to die and survive.

However, the facts have proved that Yun Jue is not like Yunhua who is superficial and hidden, but is still a soft-hearted person.

Lang Qianxing untied the muslin wrapped around his hand and looked at the wound on his palm that was already healing. It was obvious that the person who bandaged his wound had used good medicine.

Although the injury on his hand was the same as in the dream, when he calmed down, he only felt that it was a dream with boundless spring.

Yun Jue might feed him pills, heal his wounds, or take his blood to do something, but it is impossible for him to rub shoulders with him, it is impossible to actively tease him to kiss him, and it is absolutely impossible to bend down and give him a kiss. mouth...

Even if he could really become a Taoist couple with Yun Jue in the future, it would be as difficult as impossible for Yun Jue to lie down for him, let alone that?

Having not seen Lang Qianxing for ten days in a row, Qin Lang already felt that he was living more and more like a Taoist priest, too f*cking bland, boring and boring.So he hung up the phone every day to play games and watch movies with 25, but he couldn't stop the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.

I miss my husband, I miss my husband's big pectoral muscles, why hasn't my husband come to him yet?

Just when Qin Lang was thinking about his husband, the sword he had been fighting for Lang Qianxing was forged.

The moment the sword was completed, Qingyun Peak was shrouded in dark clouds, behind the thick clouds, a majestic thunder was brewing.

"It's the sky thunder! Qingyun Peak attracted the sky thunder!"

"Is it Daoist Yunjue? Is this Pill Tribulation or Talisman Tribulation?"

"No matter what it is, it doesn't matter to us. Daoist Yunjue attracted Tianlei not long after he accepted his disciple. This thing must be prepared for his new disciple."

"Oh, I really envy him, luck is really good..."

"Who says it's not? Who doesn't know that Daoist Yun Jue of Tianyun Sect is proficient in everything, and is the most valued disciple of Patriarch Qiu Xuan."

"Ordinary Sifeng disciples like us can only have a look."

There was a sound of envy around, Li Xiu clenched the broom in her hand, her face full of displeasure, the Tianyun Sect who entered together had the same cultivation level and the same hard work, but Lang Qianxing became Yun Jue's personal heir, but he was just Baiyunfeng An ordinary disciple can only sweep the floor in Daoist Yunhua's courtyard.

How unfair!

Yunhua came out of the room, squinted at the thunder in the clouds on Qingyun Peak, his eyes dimmed slightly.

He was about to turn around and enter the house, but he inadvertently saw the expression of an unremarkable disciple in the courtyard.Yun Hua slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and asked the disciple, "What's your name?"

The disciple knelt down nervously and replied, "Disciple Li Xiu."

When Qin Lang came out of the Sword Forging Hall, his three apprentices were already waiting outside the hall, each with a more excited expression.

Every monk who cultivates to a certain level will also encounter thunder calamity, and he will be familiar with it from the golden core.Life and death are in an instant.If you cross it, you will go to a higher level; if you cannot cross it, you will die.

The same is true for utensils.Only after this catastrophe can it be called a treasure.

When Qin Lang saw the three of them, he understood their excitement about witnessing the birth of the artifact for the first time, and wanted to have a word with his husband whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but he still had a serious face and ordered: "Go back."

Seeing that his expression was serious, Zhong Yi didn't dare to disobey the orders just to satisfy his junior brother's curiosity, so he dragged the two of them back to the Zhengya Hall protected by formations.

It's not as close as Zangshu Pavilion here, but Qin Lang's figure can also be seen.

Qin Lang no longer knew when he was standing above the Sword Forging Hall. He was holding a sword in his hand. The sword was as red as a cloud of clouds, and it was even more eye-catching against the backdrop of his white clothes.

That should be his achievement in the Sword Forging Hall these past few months, and the three people in Zhengya Hall watched with bated breath.

Qin Lang just stood on the roof so quietly, without any action, as if he didn't even prepare a formation.

Although Zhong Yiboyi was excited, he guessed from Qin Lang's appearance that this sword should be the top-grade sword of Double Thunder or Three Thunder. The carefully tempered Excalibur was destroyed in the end.

Soon, the clouds became lower and lower, and the sound of rolling thunder came closer and closer.

When the first thunder struck, Qin Lang, who had been standing on the roof without any movement, finally moved.

He picked up the sword in his hand, made a sword move, and faced the sky thunder head-on. When the sword was swung out, it was like red fire, burning a dazzling firework, splitting the sky thunder, and even smashing the sky thunder above. Pianyun also burned completely.

Although the people watching from Tian Yunzong couldn't see Qin Lang's figure like Lang Qianxing and others, they could imagine how imposing the sword-wielding man was like just by the fireworks that left traces in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the second thunderbolt struck down, and Qin Lang made another sword move, as if it was a set of sword skills with the previous move, and each sword had the potential to break the sky.

The third, the fourth... Tianlei showed no sign of stopping.

Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were dumbfounded.

The other three Taoist priests of Tianyun Sect also arrived in front of the Sword Forging Hall.

And Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang who was still counting thunder, whose clothes were a little torn due to the thunder, his heart was beating so fast that his body could hardly bear it.

He clenched his hands tightly, looking at the figure who was still holding the fiery red sword and chopping Tianlei complicatedly.

That sword used his blood essence.That sword was made by Qin Lang for him.

Every time the thunder strikes, he can feel a stream of pure aura pouring into his body, and his previous cultivation base has also reached Yuanying, so he naturally understands where such pure aura comes from.It came from the sword, from the thunder that was cut open and absorbed by the sword.

He spread out his left hand, and found that his hand was trembling, and there was still a shallow mark on the palm. He didn't know what kind of medicine was used by the person who bandaged him, but even the scar disappeared very quickly. .