Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

S999: 'Mission target Feng Wangyin, the current synchronization rate is 40%, and the current degree of dissociation of consciousness is 10%. '

Han Mo: 'How much time is left? '

S999: 'There is at least a quarter of an hour, you know what to do, can you accept it? '

Han Mo: 'Of course. '

The task has been carried out to this point, and it is impossible to give up halfway.He will save Xie Yu's character no matter what, and will not repeat the mistakes of the previous world.

A complex formation gradually took shape on the ground, and spells drawn in blood surrounded the sarcophagus, using the blood of the living as a guide, urging yin and yang to go retrograde, and attracting the soul to possess the body.

The wound on the fingertips dried up after a period of time. Tan Qijia took out the close-fitting short sword, without blinking his eyes, and grasped the edge of the sword with his left hand and pulled it violently.Warm blood trickled down, he clenched his fist and poured all the steaming blood on the Earth Fire Sword.

The cracks in the Earth Fire Sword absorbed the blood, emitting a faint light.

Tan Qijia lit several pieces of talisman paper, and the purple-black fireworks swirled and floated above the sarcophagus.He forced himself to mobilize his true energy and operate the formation.Rune patterns faintly flashed on the outer wall of the sarcophagus, and with the operation of the formation, the ghostly fire flickered on and off, and the same pattern appeared on the earth fire sword.

Seeing that the spell was about to be completed, even though his true energy was exhausted and there were dull pains in his dantian, Tan Qijia still supported himself strongly.

Several clusters of fireworks burned more and more vigorously, covering the entire sarcophagus, almost rushing up to the beams, and then suddenly went out without warning.

The runes, blood formations, and black flames all disappeared without leaving any traces.Inside the sarcophagus, Feng Wangyin slowly opened his eyes.His soul has successfully transferred from the ancient sword to the body.

Without the support of Feng Wangyin's Yuanshen, the earth fire sword on the side of the sarcophagus clanged and broke in two.Tan Qijia suddenly clutched his stomach and vomited out a mouthful of thick dirty blood.

He had no time to care about the damaged natal magic weapon, stumbled to the side of the sarcophagus, and opened his mouth to ask: "Brother, how are you?"

Feng Wangyin sat up from the coffin, looked down at his hands, as if he was still getting used to his new body.But his breathing was shallow and weak, and his palms trembled slightly. It was obvious that his mind was unstable, and he might fly away at any time.

"Why are you doing this?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips for Tan Qijia, and said with a wry smile, "The primordial spirit has been wounded to this point, and any elixirs and spells will be hard to recover. I know it very well. Even this body , and it won’t last for a while, it’s a waste of your efforts.”

"Brother, don't worry, I won't let this happen." Tan Qijia's face turned pale, but his eyes were very clear.He helped Feng Wangyin out of the coffin and let him sit on the edge of his bed. "I have a solution, you just need to exercise your skills and heal your injuries."

"Oh? How else can you go against the sky?" Feng Wangyin looked at him like he was looking at a naughty child.

"Brother, I used to lie to you often, but this time, what I said is true, you just believe me." Tan Qijia took the other party's hand and smiled flatteringly.

Ever since Feng Wangyin was selected into the inner sect by his master, he has never seen Tan Qijia show such a docile and well-behaved expression.

His mind swayed, and an inexplicable sourness filled his chest, and he didn't know where it came from.He had no choice but to cross his legs and close his eyes to exercise his Qi.True Qi emanates from the dantian and travels through the blood vessels of the whole body, but it is too weak to have much effect.

"Junior Brother, I have already said..."

He opened his eyes, only to see Tan Qijia took off his robe and stood in front of him with flushed cheeks.

"What do you want to do?" There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and his tone became serious.

"I offended you, brother, don't blame me." Tan Qijia lowered his head and said shyly.

He ignored the other party's cold expression, supported Feng Wangyin's shoulders, and straddled the other party.In the open placket, the elegant collarbone looms.

"Is this the way you said?" Feng Wangyin pushed him away, and said sharply, "Tan Qijia, do you know the consequences of doing this? Do you want this body to cultivate!?"

"No more." Tan Qijia staggered two steps back and gritted his teeth.

"Come on!" Feng Wangyin was really angry, and wanted to get up, but found that a black chain appeared on both wrists at some point, locked on the bedpost, making him unable to move an inch.

"Senior brother, don't blame me." Tan Qijia covered his eyes, his voice choked up, "I know I'm not good enough, so I made you worry about it. I did blame you for concentrating on pursuing the Tao and abandoning our friendship, but I really didn't mean to hurt you." You... It's just that seeing you making friends with other disciples really makes me feel too uncomfortable."

"Why are you still talking about this now?" Feng Wangyin narrowed his eyes, wishing to gag his mouth, so that he would stop talking like this.

"I said these, just want to tell you, Dao Changsheng, if I can't have you by my side, I don't care at all."

Tan Qijia put down her hands, her eyes were red and her eyelashes were filled with tears.

Feng Wangyin looked at him, feeling extremely tight and uncomfortable in his chest, and was speechless for a moment.

Taking advantage of his trance, Tan Qijia fetched a jug of wine from the bedside table, swallowed half a mouthful, and put it into his mouth.

The mellow wine is tangy, and there is a faint hint of unusual fragrance floating around. It is a common wine for magic and Taoism.It's just that ordinary demon cultivators only use others as furnaces, but Tan Qijia is willing to use others as furnaces with all his cultivation.

He himself did not expect that the first time this pot of medicinal wine was used, it would be used on his senior brother.

He reached out to unseal Wang Yin's belt.Feng Wangyin couldn't stop him, so he simply turned his head away from him.

He bit his lips in embarrassment, and said softly: "It will be fine in a while, if you don't like it, you might as well close your eyes."

Tan Qijia has a clean nature, and has always sneered at the dual-cultivation exercises, and has only a half-knowledge about the boudoir, and has never experienced it personally.

At this time, although his movements were tender and green, he didn't hesitate at all, he just separated his knees, knelt on both sides of Feng Wangyin's side, and lowered his waist carefully.

Bursts of dull pain came from under his body, as if he was about to be torn apart from the inside.However, he insisted on refusing to stop his movements, and only breathed a sigh of relief until the opponent was completely submerged in his body.

The two looked at each other and smelled each other.

Tan Qijia put his arms around the other person's shoulder, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I feel so hurt."

"...Little fool." Feng Wangyin frowned, as if distressed, but also as if he was helpless, he leaned over and kissed his lips.

Lips and tongues intertwined, both of them trembled.

Tan Qijia seemed to be encouraged, supported the other's shoulder, and slowly moved up and down.

The secret place that had never contained anything outside was severely stretched open. Although it was uncomfortable, another strange and fulfilling feeling quietly grew.He had been in love with his senior brother for a long time, but unfortunately he never knew it and just avoided it blindly.At this moment, he finally pierced the window paper and took the initiative to have sex with the other party, which was both shameful and unspeakably joyful.

He raised his waist to swallow the other's penis, not daring to look up at Feng Wangyin's expression at all, and buried his face on the other's shoulder, and could clearly hear the other's breathing gradually becoming short and heavy in his ears.

"Does it still hurt?" Feng Wangyin turned his head and asked softly, his warm breath swept across his ears.

His cheeks were hot, and he shook his head in silence, only the tips of his red ears were exposed, and his obedient and forbearing appearance was unbearably itchy.

As the ears and temples rubbed together, wisps of devilish energy flowed from Tan Qijia's sea of ​​Zifu Qi into Feng Wangyin's body through the junction.The connection between soul and soul is more indescribable pleasure than pure physical desire.

Tan Qijia's legs went limp, and he fell to sit on Feng Wangyin's body, and the things in his body went deeper.I don't know which subtlety has been touched, a burst of heart-shattering pleasure rushes up like rushes, rushing in the lower abdomen.He grunted, clenched his teeth, and suppressed the moan in his throat.

The demonic energy that was originally left in the first place seemed to be opened at this moment, flowing towards the other party. Instead of decreasing, it gradually accumulates.The back acupoints secrete clear and transparent body fluids according to the movement of watching. In a blink of an eye, the heel of the legs became slippery, and the beautifully shaped avatar also stiffened, and the front and rear were sore and swollen intolerable.

The front of his clothes was rubbed open at some point, exposing his bare chest, which was stained red with lust.The delicate and lovely nipples rubbed against the fabric of Feng Wangyin's body, and they stood up slightly, which made people want to reach out and play with them.

The belts fell loosely around the waist, and the unlined clothing was loose, barely covering the body.From the pleura to the place where the two meet, and even the slender and white legs, everything can be seen at a glance.

No one would have imagined that the Demon Lord, who had always been contemptuous of sex scenes, could have such a slutty style.

Feng Wangyin absorbed the devilish energy from Tan Qijia's body, and his eyes became more mournful and profound.

He watched the other party sit straddling him and spontaneously beg for sex, the mirage was lightly opened, and his cheeks were as bright as peaches and plums.Rubbing to the point of interest, the mouth of the acupuncture point tightened for a while, and the gasping breath also had a sweet taste. In addition to shame, there was a deep affection that could not be concealed in the moist eyes.

He thought of what Tan Qijia said not long ago, the way to live forever, only ask for one person to accompany him.

Immortals are ruthless.Love is born because of love, and is persistent because of love. It is a rare book of good deeds and virtues, which is why it is called a demon.

His junior brother became obsessed because of him.He always kept the immortal way, but he didn't realize until this time that there is only a thin line between the two ends of the fairy and the devil, and it is only for one person.

He couldn't help lowering his head to hold the opponent's lips, and poked the tip of his tongue into the opponent's mouth to tease recklessly, conquering the city and plundering the land without leaving a piece of armor behind.

Tan Qijia let him kiss meekly, even though she was about to be out of breath, she didn't struggle a bit.

His lips were flushed red from the kiss, and his eyes were blurred.The limbs were weak and weak due to the complete exhaustion of true energy, and the back acupoints that had just tasted Longyang had been ravaged and swollen, but the arms were always firmly around Feng Wangyin's shoulders, as if a kind of spontaneous Instinctive dependence and nostalgia.

"Junior Brother," Feng Wangyin called out in a low voice, with a bewitching tone in his voice, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Tan Qijia's mind was in chaos, and he replied vaguely: "The bottom...is swollen uncomfortably."

Feng Wangyin smiled lightly, kissed the corners of his eyes lovingly, but heard him say from his heart: "But if you kiss me, senior brother, I won't feel bad."

"Really?" Feng Wangyin leaned closer to his neck, sniffing his breath, "Do you like senior brother to kiss you?"

"I like it." Tan Qijia replied without hesitation.

An arm wrapped around his waist, wrapping him in his arms.He was exhausted and unable to maintain the spell, and the chains that originally locked Feng Wangyin's hands had long since disappeared.

Feng Wangyin clasped his body, pushed upwards several times, only felt the inside was warm and lubricated, it was indescribable.Tan Qijia moaned sadly, his voice was tinged with tears, and he heard the other party ask: "Do you also like senior brother treating you like this?"

"I like it... I like it all, as long as senior brother don't ignore me..."

"You have such thoughts for me, aren't you afraid that others will talk about you indiscriminately and immorally, without shame?"

"I'm just afraid that senior brother will dislike me." Tan Qijia grabbed the other party's clothes, and the emotions hidden for many years were spread out in the sun. He felt wronged and shy, and he couldn't tell what it was like, sore in his chest, falling down Tears come.

Feng Wangyin saw that Tan Qijia was actually made to cry by his few words again, and he couldn't restrain his pity and love any longer, so he pressed Shan Qijia onto the bed in a position where his private parts were glued together, and held his hand. Ankle, jerk your waist and twitch.

Tan Qijia's legs were wide open, and the rear acupoint made a faint sound of water under the manipulation of the thick and long desire. The clone trembled with the impact underneath, and the crystal wet stains were scattered on the lower abdomen, and the mouth could not be suppressed. The groan was louder than the other, almost dying.

While crying, he said intermittently: "Brother...you are fine, just don't leave me..."

"Stupid brother," Feng Wangyin bowed his head and kissed him with extreme tenderness, "What if I say I don't want to be your senior brother anymore?"

Tan Qijia froze, staring blankly at him with red eyes.

Feng Wangyin held his hand, intertwined his fingers, and said softly: "If you are interested, I would rather be your Taoist companion."

Tan Qijia bit her lip, her face flushed with emotion.

Feng Wangyin didn't urge him to answer, his lower body pumped non-stop, the two bodies overlapped and there was no gap between them.

Tan Qijia bowed his waist to meet him, with his legs folded in front of him, and he could see the picture of the other party entering and exiting his body with a slight bow.Standing tall, the pain was unbearable.Feng Wangyin stretched out his hands to rub him a few times, and the essence spewed out, his whole body trembled slightly, and the tender flesh in his back hole tightly clung to him, causing Feng Wangyin to groan too.

Tan Qijia's chest rose and fell, his hands and feet were weak, and he was at the mercy of others.

Feng Wangyin's hard things were still buried in his body, and he didn't intend to stop there.He maintained the state of intercourse, picked up Tan Qijia from the bed, and walked out the door.

In the standing posture, the avatar penetrates deeper, until it has no roots.

Tan Qijia struggled in fright: "Brother, where are you going? If Xiangliu sees you like this..."

"Don't be afraid," Feng Wangyin kissed his forehead, "There is no evil spirit in the cave, Xiangliu has gone out."

Feng Wangyin hugged him and went straight into the stone room where he retreated.In the center of the stone room, a pool of hot springs surged, overflowing with devilish energy.

Tan Qijia was put into the spring, and the warm running water and abundant magic energy made him squint his eyes comfortably. The originally injured dantian was warmed up, and it seemed that a trace of true energy emerged from it.

Feng Wangyin let go of his hand and withdrew from his body, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

But in the next second, his senior brother pressed him against Chi Yuan and pushed him in from behind.

The surface of the water turned up waves, and at the same time of thrusting and thrusting, the warm pool water was brought into the body together with the penis.

Tan Qijia couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, and was begging for mercy, but felt a very weak zhenqi being driven to circulate in the meridians all over her body.Feng Wangyin put his arms around him from behind, and performed the double cultivation technique.

The warm zhenqi, together with the sweet and greasy pleasure of the itchy tongue, goes up from the lower abdomen and spreads throughout the whole body, which is indescribably wonderful.

Tan Qijia closed his eyes, soaked in the warm spring water, was embraced and kissed by the person he liked, and felt his chest was sweet, sore, and tight, as if the love that had been frozen for many years had finally melted away and turned into a pool of sparkling spring water.