The scumbag brother is finally accepted

The faint humming of cicadas, the wind startled the bamboo leaves, rustling.

The back mountain of Anxu Peak is lush and green.The mountains are full of green, and the bamboo contains new powder. It is already summer, and something good should happen.

As usual, the empty back mountain has never been a good place favored by Cangxuan's disciples, but since then, it has become the little world of those two.

Still wrapped in white clothes, the dark blue figure stood side by side, standing side by side, as if it had always been like this in the long years.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Lu Qingyuan looked at Shen Mengzhuang in front of him with a firm expression, and his eyes were full of joy that was inevitable.Then with a flick of the wrist, he stabbed straight there, the long sword was like a snake, the white light was sharp, the cold was like severe winter snow, the green leaves on the ground were rolled up by the sword wind, and the cold wind killed.

The blade of the sword was straight in front of him, and Shen Mengzhuang made a sword formula.An Shijian leaped into the air and stood in front of the two of them, blocking Lu Qingyuan's attack.

With a wave of Shen Mengzhuang Xin's hand, the blade of the sword suddenly turned, and it circled around Lu Qingyuan to block his way, and then the hilt of the sword hit his wrist.Without any effort, the long sword fell from his hand.

Lu Qingyuan's wrist was weak, An Shijian charged forward, the sword energy was like a rainbow, forcing his body to flash, he staggered and almost fell, the defeat was sealed.

Seeing this, Shen Mengzhuang immediately flew forward and embraced him with one hand, and sheathed the sword with the other.The beauty is in the bosom, the sword is in the side, and you are free and happy.

The two landed steadily, Shen Mengzhuang lifted his chin and teased, "Is she really a powerless beauty?"

Lu Qingyuan hugged his waist tightly, rested his chin on his chest, looked up at him and smiled.He didn't care about losing at all, and smiled smugly: "When I saw the senior brother, my whole body went limp, and my hands didn't have strength. If the senior brother doesn't hug me tightly, I will fall to pieces."

After all, the arms around him deliberately increased a little bit of strength, and the two pressed against each other tightly.Heartbeat next to heartbeat, breath entangled with breath.

Shen Mengzhuang looked down at him, Wen Yun's peach blossom eyes were full of affection, as if the person in his arms was the treasure of his life, and if he looked at him more, he wanted to love him a little more.Use all your mind and energy, just to pamper him.

Lu Qingyuan met his gaze, and in his eyes were also the satisfaction and joy of getting what he wanted.

The quiet time flows in the eyes, I don't know what night it is.With the beloved by your side, it seems that many years have passed through, day and night, facing ups and downs, but they are still in love for a long time, and they are full of love.

Lu Qingyuan leaned against Shen Mengzhuang's chest, and asked softly and obediently: "Brother, can you turn off the fire in the small kitchen when you come?"

Shen Mengzhuang frowned slightly, and answered without knowing it, "I didn't go to the kitchen."

Startled, Lu Qingyuan suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Shen Mengzhuang thought that something terrible happened, so he asked, "What's wrong? What's in the kitchen?"

Lu Qingyuan jumped in anxiety, and said in a panic: "I made chicken soup for my brother this morning, and I'll do it if I don't turn off the fire!!!"

Shen Mengzhuang didn't speak, just pursed his lips and smiled, pinched his cheek, and teased him with a smile: "I don't remember finding a cook."

Lu Qingyuan lowered his head and "squeaked" and blushed, buried his head in his chest, faltered and murmured, and said in a softer voice, "Brother... Didn't you say... Last night... Last night... Tired... ...I...want to make up...to make up for my brother..."

Shen Mengzhuang immediately realized what he was talking about, his face froze suddenly, and then he coughed dryly, hugging him and said resolutely: "Don't go."

Lu Qingyuan stared at him with a pair of eyes, still stubbornly resisting, and said: "Brother, let go, I'm going, or the chicken soup will be gone!"

"Don't go."

"No! I'm going, brother, let me go first!!"

The villain in his arms was still struggling in vain, Shen Mengzhuang suddenly thought of something bad, curled the corner of his mouth, raised a warm and charming smile, and said: "Are you really going? Okay, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he intentionally let go of his hand slowly, and the hot temperature of the close-fitting gradually faded away from Lu Qingyuan's body.

Suddenly there was a whisper from above his head, which seemed to be a little sad and resentful.

"Let go and stop hugging."

Lu Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then he hugged him tightly and hugged him tightly, without a single gap, even the wind couldn't get in.

Burying his head into Shen Mengzhuang's arms, he rubbed against him like a puppy, and muttered flatteringly: "I'm not going..."

Shen Mengzhuang chuckled triumphantly, patted his head contentedly, rubbed his soft and lustrous long hair, stroked it lightly, and rested his chin on his forehead.

The sun is scorching hot, and there is always a ball of fire flowing in the blood, but no matter what, it can't compare to the warm and deep true love in the chests of the two.

Suddenly the fog rose, and the two cuddling together gradually disappeared into the fog.

The fog cleared away, but there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, towering mountains, and above the clouds, countless figures overlapped and overlapped.

Several sects gathered together in great momentum, and everyone looked serious, all holding sharp swords to kill the surrounding monsters.

An Shijian's light and shadow danced, and the sword slashed evil spirits, like a hundred flowers dazzled.Lu Qingyuan also held a sharp sword in his hand, silver light rained down, and his moves were sharp, killing the oncoming black shadow fiercely, he raised the sword and fell, leaving corpses all over the ground.

When weapons clashed, the atmosphere of the world changed suddenly, and countless evil spirits surged up, killing them endlessly.The lingering fire was cold and lingering, Lu Qingyuan turned sideways, and landed beside Shen Mengzhuang, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.The two looked at each other and smiled, and the two fronts walked side by side, the light and shadow interlaced, and instantly shocked the sky.

Lu Qingyuan looked at Shen Mengzhuang's firm side face, and his heart was full of joy. Even though he was in danger, he was still very happy.

He was finally able to fight side by side with his senior brother, no longer just hiding behind him and being helpless, but able to stand by his side and weather the storm together.

Suddenly, white mist filled the air.The bloody crisis came to an abrupt end, and the intertwined figures gradually disappeared.

In an instant, the fog cleared.

His vision gradually cleared up, but he saw that the sky was covered by black fog, and the city was covered by dark clouds.Surrounded by dead leaves and willows, there is a bleak air.

Shen Mengzhuang was still dressed in white clothes better than the snow, unstained by smoke and dust, standing in the cold wind, looking up into the distance.

A mountain gate towered in the distance, surrounded by black mist, and several blood bats flew around, calling hoarsely.

Lu Qingyuan sat on the gate of the mountain, the wind and the clouds were surging, the black cloak was flying, the black hair was flying behind him, the crown was shining, and the aura was majestic.Looking up at Shen Mengzhuang at the foot of the mountain with his head up and down, his brows and eyes are full of interest like watching a good show.

Under his feet is the ladder of Anxu Peak, the long and dangerous peak is full of dangers, he is very familiar with it.To become a disciple of Cangxuan, passing the test of the ladder is the only way to go, and the senior brother should be more familiar with it than him.

Lu Qingyuan took a leisurely look at Shen Mengzhuang in the distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, evoking a cold and chilling sneer, his eyes trembled, and his cold expression seemed to be full of satisfaction, and also seemed to be a loss and determination that could not be overcome.

Thousands of miles away, Shen Mengzhuang couldn't see his expression clearly, nor did he know what he was thinking at the moment, let alone what would happen to him in the future.

Looking at the coldly watching figure, Shen Mengzhuang sighed softly in his heart.Then he looked down at the blade ladder under his feet.The sharp blade traverses, the fog blocks, and the boulder rolls down, of course he knows best.

After a long while of silence, Shen Mengzhuang seemed to have made up his mind, lifted his long gown, and stepped onto the steps barefoot.The sharp blade pierced through the soles of the feet, and in an instant, blood was dripping.

Suddenly the wind picked up, blowing thick mist.

Afterwards, the fog cleared, snow fell, and the snow-covered plain, the scene in front of me was no longer under Anxu Peak.The surroundings are vast and strange, and I don't know where I am, but there are a few confused low gasps coming from my ears.

In the open snow, two figures overlapped.Shen Mengzhuang's clothes were disheveled, and his fair skin was a little bit bright red, but a large area was turned purple from the cold wind and snow.

Shen Mengzhuang bit his lips tightly, unwilling to make a sound, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.He was ashamed and annoyed, but mostly powerless.He can't push away the person in front of him, and he can't be empty of lust.This kind of restraint and powerless indulgence made him constantly resent himself in his heart.

The heavy snow fluttered, and the snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the two of them.The icy white snow melted on his skin, and the piercing chill made Shen Mengzhuang tremble slightly, and even his breathing became disordered and rapid.

Lu Qingyuan's eyes shone with excitement, watching the person below him biting his lips, he tried his best to restrain himself, and felt embarrassed at the same time.The blood in his whole body was burning, and his red eyes were like raging fire, cheering and jumping for joy.

Shen Mengzhuang trembled all over, and his cheeks were blushing deeply.He was lying in the snow, his body was frozen by the cold, and the icy water from the melting snowflakes pricked his skin like thousands of silver needles.His body was filled with unstoppable heat, and he gradually lost his mind in the ice and fire.

Her jet-black hair was scattered, covering the snow in a messy manner, flowing like a jet-black trickle in the snow, clinging to her snow-white skin.

Lu Qingyuan let go of his swollen lips, and looked down at the face in front of him that was full of indulgence.Obviously caught in the tide of emotion and unable to restrain it, but insisted on being brave and forbearing.Brother, sure enough, he will put on a show.

Lu Qingyuan's red pupils became more and more excited. He pinched Shen Mengzhuang's wrist, almost uncontrollably, and there were red marks on his wrist.He buried his head in Shen Mengzhuang's neck, sniffing the scent of Duruo flowers that made his heart flutter, and was insane in the nectar.

Shen Mengzhuang raised his head slightly and panted with difficulty, his eyes were filled with hazy water vapor, and his eyes were blurred.

Lu Qingyuan squeezed his chin, forced him to look directly at him, and said with a sneer: "Brother, don't you want to see the snow? Have you seen enough now?"

Shen Mengzhuang turned his face away and completely ignored him, gritted his teeth silently, clutched the clothes on his shoulders with both hands, and pulled them into a ball.He closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the surging confusion.

Lu Qingyuan snorted coldly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with his reaction.Tortured him with all his strength, and pulled away when he was ups and downs.He wanted all of Shen Mengzhuang's reactions to be caused by him, and he didn't allow Shen Mengzhuang to refuse, every absurdity of this person would be caused by him.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed the snow on the ground and made it into a small snowball at will.Paste Shen Mengzhuang's skin, and slide slowly along the thin and smooth lines, leaving muddy marks.

Shen Mengzhuang was startled by the sudden cold touch, and his fingertips turned white as he clutched Lu Qingyuan's clothes.The incompatible chill keeps amplifying in the scorching heat, constantly encroaching on the whale.

Lu Qingyuan pinched the snowball with great interest and rolled it over the crimson skin. The people under him were short of breath due to this abnormality, and their fingertips turned white when they touched Lu Qingyuan's clothes.

The cold stimulation made Shen Mengzhuang suddenly moan in shock, and a few tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

The cold wind was blowing, blowing on Shen Mengzhuang's bare skin.Even the scorching heat inside couldn't warm his body.Shivering from the cold, he raised his limp arms eagerly, and tugged at Lu Qingyuan's lapel.

The clothes of the people under him were messy, but Lu Qingyuan's clothes were neat and uncluttered. It seemed like a deal to withdraw at any time.

The long-lost enthusiasm is like a drop of flame falling into a dry wheat field, instantly igniting the original cloud.Every inch is hot and restless, throbbing in the thick blood and salivating.

Lu Qingyuan clung to the tenderness he wanted so desperately, as if he wanted to smash the dreamy sadness into his bones.Unreservedly inheriting, smashing all reason and leeway into absurdity.It was so hard to catch, how could it be so easy to let go.

It was unbearable for Shen Mengzhuang to raise his head, his rationality and restraint were broken little by little.He hates this kind of powerlessness, but he is eager to eat the marrow to know the taste, and it is dormant in his throat and wants to rush out of his mouth like crazy.

Finally, he couldn't bear it and let out a low cry. The soft moan was gentle and long, and the trembling ending sound seemed to have dense small hooks, which made the two people who were skin-to-skin to each other completely lose their minds in the ice and snow.

Lu Qingyuan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his red pupils became even more strange and charming amidst his shortness of breath.He wants the person under him to be emotional for him, to pray for him without dignity.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's hair, brought him into his arms, put his arms around his back, bit his red earlobe, sucked provocatively with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly gasped heavily, saying: "Brother...you bite too tightly ..."

Shen Mengzhuang was hot and uncomfortable all over, his face was even more reddened by what he said, he was gasping for breath, and the tone of his groaning also changed, full of love and pain.He raised his head and bit his shoulder hard, the fluid dripped down the corner of his lips without letting go.

Lu Qingyuan snorted, then chuckled in his ear and said, "I didn't expect that brother's mouth is so powerful."

Hearing the sound, Shen Mengzhuang bit his shoulder even more fiercely, dripping blood could be seen faintly.

Lu Qingyuan let out a cold "hiss", but suddenly stroked his head lightly in a good manner, stroked the broken hair on his forehead that was wet with sweat, and said softly: "Bite if you want, anyway, I will I got it back from my brother."

The person in his arms was arched and convulsed slightly, and the overlapping figures had been wantonly in the snow for an unknown amount of time.In the dry cold wind, mixed with salty and wet.

Suddenly white light flashed, and the unbearable sight in front of him disappeared without a trace.Taking a closer look, I saw that the heavy snow was flying and turned into a fire all over the sky at this moment.

In the illusion of fire, Shen Mengzhuang looked at Lu Qingyuan with a smile, as gentle and humble as when they first met.Like the spring breeze, peach blossom sake.

The fire was raging and fierce, and the glare was dazzling. After the vision gradually became clear, the eyes were really hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Shen Mengzhuang slowly opened his eyes, as if he was in a bottomless abyss, falling like weightless, and Lu Qingyuan suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.Looking at him and smiling, he was still the boy of the past, bright and cheerful.

Shen Mengzhuang stretched out his hand to grab him, but his figure gradually drifted away, disappearing bit by bit into the boundless darkness.

There was no more light.

Suddenly and dense fog, black and white intertwined, a vague line of words gradually appeared, flashing a faint light, in a trance, a strange emphasis came from the ear, casually said:

"Gold and jade fall into the mud, things are self-promised by people, and they have been separated several times, and a dream of yellow beams has been carried."