Brother is always slapping his face

I don't know if the sound of him going to bed woke up the younger brother, or Mo Zhannan had slept for more than an hour, and when he was full, he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, his vision gradually became clear, and he found Jia Jingyu panting heavily, concentrating on his body, What was he busy with around his waist? The two of them were naked, like eggs that had been peeled off their shells. He seemed to be adjusting his posture? !Adjust posture? !

Take advantage of others' danger and be shameless! ! !

Mo Zhannan became enraged at once, furious, and without even thinking about it, he kicked Jia Jingyu who was working silently with his head down.

What the hell! ! !

Fortunately, Jia Jingyu is not an ordinary person. He has quick reflexes and strong movements. He grabbed Mo Zhannan's white and tender feet and said angrily, "You want to murder your own husband!"

The whole body up and down, at a glance.Mo Zhannan was overwhelmed with shame, tried his best, kicked hard, and broke free from the devil's claws.

Then, he pulled the quilt over vigorously, and became furious: "I can't kick you to death!"

These words were like thunder and lightning, and Jia Jingyu's forehead was buzzing. He was also anxious, like an arrow flying from the string, he rushed over, hugged Mo Zhannan tightly, reversed black and white, and distorted the facts: " How can you be like this? After drinking, I was in a fog, and I kindly took you home to rest, but you just... you just kept taking off your clothes... I can't stop..."

Hearing this, Mo Zhannan frowned in astonishment, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Jia Jingyu's starry eyes were filled with smiles, and he continued to cheer and add jealousy: "You, you not only took off your clothes, but also took off my clothes... I'll be good, your wine quality is really bad... No more I'll be with you, no drinking..."

"You're talking nonsense..." Mo Zhannan turned his head and refuted loudly, half-believing.

However, after drinking for the first time, the master also said similar things, saying that he was too strong to drink, and the quality of the wine was not good.

Jia Jingyu noticed the confused look on Mo Zhannan's little face, he suppressed a smile, and said in a firm tone, "Not only that, I don't want to sleep with you in a daze while you're drunk, and try to persuade you, who knows you ..."

The words stopped suddenly, Mo Zhannan's heart tightened inexplicably, he bit his lip and glanced at Jia Jingyu from the corner of his eye.

His senior brother pretended to be "leaded by the overlord" and said shyly and plaintively: "I told you not to worry, our first time is to leave a good memory, but you lost your mind, Crazy, holding my hand tightly..."

With wonderful language and exaggerated body movements, Jia Jingyu possessed a playful spirit, raised his arm, and waved his big hand with well-articulated joints in front of Mo Zhannan's eyes, shaking his heart.

"I said it's not good, but you just held my hand tightly, put it on your chest, and kept saying, brother, I want, don't go, brother, I want~I want~I want Well~ah~" Jia Jingyu's acting skills were exaggerated and he completely forgot himself, Mo Zhannan turned pale with shock, mixed with shame and indignation, he squeezed out a few words viciously from between his teeth: "Stop it!"

"Oh." Jia Jingyu shut up immediately, observing the situation, his little face was flushed red, his texture was delicate, his icy muscle and bone chest rose and fell violently, Jia Jingyu's mouth was parched, and the evil fire in his body was burning fiercely.

Instinctively sticking close to him, Jia Jingyu hugged Mo Zhannan, like coaxing a child, whispering softly: "In this case, the deal is done, Zhan Nan, let us revisit it, shall we?"

"What a ghost?" Mo Zhannan's eyes suddenly became clear and bright.The truth of the matter had already been sorted out in his heart, Jia Jingyu said, we already have a skin-to-skin relationship.However, the book I borrowed from "Feng Ya Ge" - "Dragon and Yang Double Cultivation Technique" is written clearly and clearly.When we have sex for the first time, there will be a strong sense of discomfort in a certain part of the body, but I don't. It seems that he is blackmailing me?I'm not fooled.

"Huh?" Jia Jingyu blinked, staring blankly at Mo Zhannan who was smiling calmly, doubtful.

"Jingyu, don't make trouble. We have a long time to come. I'm hungry. Let's get dressed and go have dinner." Mo Zhannan gently touched Jia Jingyu's small face and said calmly.

If he sees it through, he will only coax me.Jia Jingyu's face drooped instantly.

Heart slander and belly slander: Damn!There is still a long time to come, when the time comes, you will not be able to get out of bed!

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For the next few days, Mo Zhannan set up a restriction at night, preventing Jia Jingyu from breaking through.If the two of them continued to quarrel like this, Bao Buqi would go off without a fight, so he could only reject him cruelly.

In the evening, Master Menglian’s teaching is also very important. Only by practicing the Nine Serenity Divine Art as soon as possible can we have no scruples, and we can be with Jingyu as we please... Let’s call it "double cultivation" for now, and I am also looking forward to it.

Since Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan, a group of students went down the mountain to practice, and the master lived in Haoran Residence again to practice martial arts.

Ten years ago, during a battle in Shanghai, I witnessed my beloved apprentice Mo Shaokun being buried at the bottom of the cliff of thousands of ghosts, his soul was scattered, and he was wiped out in ashes.My heart couldn't stop throbbing.

"Shaokun..." Rong Weichuan half knelt on the ground, covering his aching heart, calling out the name of his lover who died young in great pain.

If he had mastered the "teleportation technique" back then, maybe he would have survived...

At this time, Rong Weichuan didn't have the slightest demeanor and demeanor of being the head of the sect of cultivating immortals, admired by thousands of people.It seems to be just an old man in his twilight years, dying, lonely and helpless.

The memories in his mind rushed out, bringing him to the scene where he met Wu Shaokun for the first time.

The five-year-old boy was dressed in clean, numb clothes and dark blue cloth shoes. His eyes were timid, and he seemed embarrassed by the strange environment.

Rong Weichuan picked up the little boy, and he didn't cry or fuss, and asked in a slow voice, "What's your name?"

"My name is Wu Shaokun." The little boy lowered his head slightly and whispered.

"Wu Shaokun, good, good name. From now on, you will be my apprentice, follow me and learn martial arts mentality from my teacher."

Wu Shaokun remembered what his mother said to him when she was dying, holding his little hand: "Shaokun, you go to Taihe School to learn art from a teacher, you must learn your skills hard, and win your mother..."

After saying this sentence, the mother passed away with hatred, and she no longer heard the voice of the young son crying bitterly, calling for her heartbreakingly.

"En." Wu Shaokun nodded vigorously to Rong Weichuan, with a firm look in his eyes.

Cold comes and summer goes, spring goes and winter comes.He is not the most talented among the few disciples, but he is the hardest working.

It is a child's nature to love to play, and other disciples always try their best to go to the back mountain to play around, catch crickets, shoot pheasants with slingshots, and dig birds' eggs from trees.

His brothers asked him to play together, but he was unmoved and practiced the exercises seriously.

Shaokun is very filial to his master, and he is also his favorite and favorite disciple.

My heart was always restless, as if someone had cut a deep wound with a knife, and it broke out from time to time, the pain was unbearable, and bright red blood oozes out.

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