Daoist has facial paralysis

Yin Ling shook his head, sighed, and floated out faintly. A few minutes later, the white jade talisman in the palm of the Daoist Master shone slightly. Slowly bent down and stretched out pale fingers to touch his chest, "...Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Dongxinan grabbed the man's hand, "It's just to seal that person, uncle is okay."

"Can you tell me who he is? Why can he break the boundary barrier?" Since Zhou Yibei saw that person last time, he found that the boundary barrier was gone.

"You don't need to know who he is, he's going to disappear anyway," Dongxinan narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, looking at his nephew with a smile, "Yi Bei, come closer."

"Well," Zhou Yibei obediently moved a lot closer, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the Taoist priest's open neckline... bent down and kissed the attractive collarbone lightly, raised his head with a blushing face, and fell into the deep water fascinatedly. kiss.

The Taoist priest reached under the nephew's clothes, hugged him up, and stroked his clean back.Zhou Yibei flinched sensitively, Dongxinan stopped, "Don't you like this?"

Zhou Yibei blushed and shook his head, his clear eyes were covered with mist.

"My family, Yi Bei, is in his thirties and still a young child?" After the Taoist priest finished joking, the nephew's face turned even redder, and he lowered his head and licked the Taoist priest's lips, "I want to... want my uncle."

"What do you want from me?"

Zhou Yibei couldn't speak, took the initiative to hold Dongxinan's face and kissed it, and with the other hand, he undid the buttons on his uncle's shirt that were still tied.

The Daoist pressed down on his nephew's back, his breaths were all entangled, and only vague and charming voices remained in the quiet room.

Zhou Yibei caressed Daoist Chang's back obsessively, wanting to engrave every inch of touch into his bones.

The Taoist priest threw the shirt on the ground, turned over and grabbed Yi Bei's waist, lifted his nephew up, moved to a more comfortable position, and buried his head in kissing the collarbone and Adam's apple of the person below him.

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei's eyelashes drooped to hide the excitement in his eyes, he gasped and bit his lips to restrain his uncontrollable moans, his eyes were full of people he had been lusting after for more than ten years.

There were footsteps approaching from far outside, the Taoist priest slowed down and raised his head, Zhou Yibei looked at him disappointedly, "Uncle Master..."

The Taoist priest paused for a while, straightened Yi Bei's clothes, and kissed his forehead, the corner of his mouth was very soft and beautiful, "Next time, be good, don't worry."

The figure under him dissipated into the air, and the jade talisman fell on the bed. The door was pushed open from the outside at this moment, and Zhou Yibei, who looked like a young man, walked in from the outside. The posture is sitting on the bed and looking at the people who come in.

Zhou Yibei looked at the shirt on the ground, the joy and warmth in his eyes was diluted by doubts, he reached out to pick up the clothes, looked up at Dongxinan, "Uncle Master..."

"Go and find a clean one for Master Uncle," Dongxinan held the jade talisman tightly in his palm while speaking, Zhou Yibei paused when he saw the rosy red movement on his collarbone.

Dongxinan looked at him and smiled, and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yibei tightened his fingers gripping the clothes, and cracks appeared in his already unstable emotions, "...Uncle Shi looks good without wearing them."

"You like this?"

"Uncle Master looks good no matter what, you have to change it anyway if it's dirty, right? How about Uncle Master not wearing any more?" Zhou Yibei placed food on the table in the room, and his pupils appeared in a trance again.

Daoist frowned slightly, looked at his back and didn't speak.

Zhou Yibei came out after delivering the food, Ji Yu, who was guarding the door, glanced at the clothes in his hand, and reached out to take it, "Wu Zu, I'll help you..."

"No need," Zhou Yibei glanced at her and held the shirt tightly in his hand, Ji Yu lowered his head and didn't say much.

Zhou Yibei's gaze shifted from her to the guard behind him, his expression was as deep and surly as Wu Zufengtu's back then, "Who came here just now?"

"No one went in after you left," the black-clothed guard replied in a deep voice.

Zhou Yibei's mind flashed the jade in the hand of the Southwest Taoist priest, and the voice he had heard in Yu, and walked away with a cold face.

Into the night

Jiyue stood outside the door watching Wuzu, who was meditating after watching Dongxinan, and dozed off slightly.

"Ah!" There was a scream in Zhou Yibei's room. Ji Yue woke up in shock and opened the door to look in. The furnace cauldron just sent in had disappeared, and Zhou Yibei was floating in the air, surrounded by ink like ink. There was only a pool of flesh and bones on the ground, as well as fragments of clothes.

Ji Yue turned pale with fright, held on to the door frame, and the man in black behind him also froze.

"There's no need to send the next person in..." Zhou Yibei watched the witch energy that couldn't be absorbed into the body dissipate into the air, and frowned as he glanced at the horrible corpse on the ground, and said uncertainly: "I did this." ?”

"Stop messing around. If I hadn't been watching you, it would not only be as simple as killing a furnace, but you would be insane... and if you do this kind of thing, it will damage Jiuli's reputation. You have to practice Just take your time, don't seek quickness," Yin Ling said in a weary voice as he separated from his body.

Zhou Yibei pressed his head that was suddenly swollen, and Yin Ling wanted to get back into his body, but was blocked by the strong witch's breath.

"Ah!" Zhou Yibei shouted while pressing his head, Yin Ling looked at him anxiously, "Steady your mind."

A few seconds later, the double pupils in his pupils turned into one, as dark as the night, two dots of ink were dotted on the pupils.

Zhou Yibei didn't struggle anymore, his eyes seemed to be shaking with black flames, standing in the air with a demonic aura.

"Wu Zu..." Yin Ling knelt down, watching the young man in front of him see Feng Tu's appearance in his mind, and Wu Zu really came back.

"Give it to me..." Zhou Yibei turned his head to look at Ji Yue, raised his thin wrist, no strength came out, but the words seemed to have magic power, Ji Yue raised his head and looked into his eyes, the expression on his face His expression gradually changed from panic to dullness, he stood up and walked over in a daze, the clothes fell off one by one, and his thin but graceful body was exposed in front of the young man.

Zhou Yibei's eyes swept over her body, and after landing, he walked over step by step, his fingers landed on the girl's suet-like soft white skin, and slid from the neck to the chest, without a trace of hope in his eyes, he slowly He frowned tightly, chasing the throbbing desire in his mind... It was a figure, slender and strong, with a straight face...

Jiyue came back to her senses and looked at her naked body and screamed, squatting down in a panic to cover her body, she raised her eyes to look at Zhou Yibei, this young man was full of unusual fierce aura at this time, which made her tremble with fear.

"Go out," the young man didn't look at her, turned around coldly, Ji Yue put on a coat, and ran out crying, Yin Ling knelt beside him, Zhou Yibei glanced at him, "You go out too."

When the room was empty, Zhou Yibei turned his head and looked into the depths of the room. He looked at a shirt hanging inside, and his eyes were as dark as black holes sucking light.

With hatred and obsession in his mind, he walked towards the shirt step by step, imagining the man's appearance, the Adam's apple and collarbone exposed by the spread neckline, the muscular wrist and slender fingers outside the cuffs, and The looming chest and belly...

Zhou Yibei tore his shirt off the bed, buried his face in it... dreaming about unspeakable scenes, and bit his lips tightly...

"Southwest..." Zhou Yibei opened his mouth and bit his shirt, vaguely revealing an intimate address, moving his hands, the corners of his mouth and brows couldn't help showing pleasure, that person's body seemed to be lying beside him Next, groaning again and again.

A trace of tyranny welled up in his heart, and the imaginary picture became rough, full of aggressive possession, Zhou Yibei frowned, and the action continued, the picture in his mind couldn't stop, as if frame by frame passed by. .....

"Hmm..." His body was moved by desire, and his fantasies seemed to be unable to satisfy him. Zhou Yibei gasped for a while after listening to the movement, straightened his clothes and went out.