The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

On the cover, there were two naked people writhing together, their postures were so strange and their expressions were so slutty, that they all felt a little blind.

He has never been serious in his mouth, but he slipped away faster than anyone else when he actually got involved in this kind of thing. It looks a little harsh in the rain.

He turned his face away in disgust, but the little sense of responsibility left kept beating him, what if there were some clues in it?What if?

He lay on the bed with big characters for a while, and then a carp picked up the album again, frowning and squinting his eyes, flipping through the pages one by one, as if this view would make the eyes less polluted.However, after looking through the original, except for the feeling of "???" and "!!!", I didn't find any clues.

He smacked his head twice angrily, feeling more annoying than before.

He threw the sharp-eyed thing on the bed, thought for a while, then turned his head to look at the opposite wall, then slipped past lightly, and put his ear against the wall to listen for a while, except for the sound of rain. No, I don't know if Xianjun is asleep.Mo Wuxin relaxed a little bit, so quiet, there should be no such dirty eyes next door, but after thinking about it, he felt wrong - even if there was, with Xianjun's temperament, he probably wouldn't make any noise.

Mo Wu frowned, a little hesitant to go over and ask, but felt that this behavior was a bit idiotic-could he knock on the door with this erotic picture, and then ask, hey, do you have this thing too?

He didn't need Xianjun to speak, he wanted to beat himself out.

Mo Wu shook his head and fell back on the bed again.The two of them drove for so long, and then walked up the mountain again. Even their bodies could not stand it. After lying on the bed for a while, their eyelids fought, their minds flickered, and they fell into a deep sleep. past.

The rain hit the window sill, and it was a good time for a deep sleep.

There is no rain in Shangcheng, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the night wind swirls and rustles the leaves, and intermittent clouds float over, letting out a ray of cold moonlight, making it look a bit cool.

The splendor of Qin's house is long gone. After becoming a ghost house, the mansion looks even more dilapidated, but under the cold moonlight, this vicissitudes of life seems to have some inexplicable things, a little solemn, but There are also some easy-going and easy-going, which is very indescribable.

The long-haired female ghost was hanging upside down from the eaves, quietly listening to the man singing Qin opera not far away.

"Princess Chai was smiling all over her face in the deep palace, with bursts of joy on her brows. That night when she broke out from the encirclement, he was in danger. Mr. Fu chased the car to save his life and returned. Fan Bing was terrified..."

The person on the opposite side beats the time of Erliubang, the voice is high and low, sometimes mournful and sometimes vigorous, exaggerated, full of emotion, and has a bit of ethereal meaning in this silent night-of course, except that there is almost no tune. above, everything else is fine.

The long-haired female ghost was very disgusted: "Out of tune."

The person who was singing endlessly on the opposite side finally stopped, and the bald hair Fuchen shook it off, not feeling ashamed, and smiled at the female ghost, "Miss Qin, do you still remember this tune?"

The man who sang the Qin opera was the best Taoist, and he didn't know what he was here for. He arrived at the gate of the Qin mansion in the middle of the night, and he didn't enter the door, and he didn't look for anyone. With a flick, "No. [-] Match" came out like a howling ghost, and the birds in the surrounding three miles flew away completely.

"I don't remember," Miss Qin frowned, "That's not how it was sung anyway."

"It's okay, it's good to know it's wrong." Fuji said: "Do you still remember the scene when you heard this paragraph?"

Miss Qin tilted her head and thought about it, "I don't remember."

"The Qin family originated from Mount Wutong, and they brought Qin opera here." Bu Er straightened out the tattered old Taoist robes, "When you were a little girl, you loved listening to this part very much."

"How do you know?" Miss Qin looked at him suspiciously, "Do you know what happened back then?"

Bu Er smiled, "It's just an outsider. Back then, I was still chasing my damn boss around. No one was in Shangcheng, so how could I know about the Qin family. It's just fate. The young masters and young ladies At that time, Pindao had been to the Qin family, and he had some connections with a member of the Qin family."

Bu Er paused, then flicked the bald hair and dust, and said slowly: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, Miss Qin, do you want to listen?"

"Sure." Miss Qin flicked her sleeves, pinched her fingers, and sang in Qin opera: "Speak, listen!"

Bu Er shook his head and said: "This matter, I have to start with my goddamn boss..."

Deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Lingcheng.

Mo Wu sneezed loudly in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. He rubbed his nose in a daze, turned over and fell asleep.

This time he slept very badly.

He seemed to sink in consciousness as soon as he closed his eyes, as if falling into the deep sea, his ears and mouth were filled with sea water, and with his eyes closed, he quickly sank toward the bottomless seabed.

After a long time, he finally reached the bottom. He opened his eyes and found that he was not at the bottom of the sea, but standing on the top of a mountain, with a vast universe above his head and a sky full of bright stars.

He had a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, but he felt a little annoyed in his heart, as if he was on fire, and even the starry sky, which he couldn't see enough on weekdays, no longer attracted him so much, he just felt that everything was wrong.

He lowered his eyes and looked around. This place looked strange, with stones, vegetation, everything gathered in a hazy shadow, as if there was a hazy veil in front of him.Mo Wu rubbed his eyes, but nothing changed, so he simply ignored it and walked down the mountain road.

The more he walked along the way, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he felt a fire burning upwards in his lower abdomen. At first it was just a small flame, and then it became more and more intense, until his whole mouth became parched, and he wished he could take off all his clothes.He loosened his neckline, frowned and walked down. As he walked, he suddenly saw a slender man standing in the distance, dressed in white clothes, like an exiled immortal. He rubbed his eyes and looked over carefully, but the man didn't the shadow.

"Who is this..." Mo Wu muttered, but he didn't realize that his voice was a little lower than usual, and there was a hint of hoarseness.He rubbed his flaming belly, walked towards the figure just now, and found a cave when he got close, without hesitation, he raised his foot and walked in.

After entering, there is a long and narrow road. Candles are lit on the walls, which are moved by the wind he brought in. The warm yellow light swayed twice. In addition, he sees everything hazy now. Even this warm yellow light looks very ambiguous.The fire in his lower abdomen became more and more intense, and his heart became more and more annoyed. He didn't know what the end of the road was, but he seemed to know vaguely.Mo Wu frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's like a coiled silk hole..."

Sure enough, when we walked to the end, the space was a little more spacious. There was an eight-poster carved canopy bed in the middle, and two layers of gauze curtains were drawn. Through the curtains, one could faintly see a person lying inside. With a robe and a belt, the lights were dim and dim, and the whole scene had a strong erotic flavor, which made the fire under Mo Wu's belly more intense.

"The color is a bone-scraping steel knife, a bone-scraping steel knife..." Mo Wu's head was covered with layers of sweat, he frowned and took two steps back, sighed, closed his eyes, and felt his heart I don't know how to think of it, chuckled, and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that that person is carrying the "Qing Jing Sutra" all the time to prevent this? That's right, I'm afraid that such a thing should I have also met many…”

He propped up the Qingming to recite the "Qing Jing Sutra" silently, and waited until the spirit platform dispersed the turbid air rushing up, and then opened his eyes again, intending to go back the same way, but when he opened his eyes, his whole body was shocked Nailed in place like a piece of wood, the fire in the lower abdomen was like a bucket of oil poured on the head, and all the slag of the quiet sutra in the brain was burnt with a bang.

I saw that the curtain was pulled open at some time, and there was a person lying on the snow-white sheet.The black hair is like a waterfall, scattered on the snow-white bed sheet, half-covered and half-faded, revealing half of the chest and legs, the white complexion is almost translucent, like the best suet white jade, cool and moist, seductive Carefully and piously caressed, and that face——

That face, even though Mo Wu has been with him for a long time, even though he has been called "cousin" half-seriously and half-seriously for so long, even if that person's gentle and elegant temperament has been firmly engraved in Mo Wu's mind , but seeing it suddenly in such a scene, Mo Wu was still frozen in place, so shocked that he didn't know where he was floating.

"The color is a bone-scraping steel knife," Mo Wu said softly, "It's so beautiful, so what if it's a thousand cuts..."

A pair of intoxicating eyes looked over quietly, the eyes were full of water, with a layer of mist full of desire, the thin lips that were always slightly curved in an arc on weekdays were slightly parted, as bright as fresh blood, it was open. The deadly mandala in the snow makes people want to kiss unscrupulously and devoutly.He panted lightly and thinly, half of his bare chest slowly rose and fell, and the sound of the thin panting reached Mo Wu's ears and became an irresistible hook, hooking him out of his wits orifice, the whole person involuntarily moved forward.

The little thought left in Mo Wu's mind kept repeating a question—how could there be such a person, how could there be such a person in this world?

In the dark and ambiguous space, the strong lustful atmosphere is constantly transpiring. The man's clothes are messy and he is lying on the bed, arousing the desire to abuse him for a while, wanting to rush up and press him down, kiss him hard, and listen to him He begged for mercy, and saw his suet jade-like white skin flushed.But obviously it was such an erotic and intoxicating scene, but the person seemed to have no smoke or fire, like a pure white orchid without dust, sacred and unfathomable.

Mo Wu walked forward in a controlled manner, but before he got close, the person on the bed panted lightly suddenly, his snow-like body moved uneasily, and the half-covered robe on his body moved accordingly.The light panting reached Mo Wu's ears like a thunderbolt, and the fire all over his body engulfed him to the top, and the last trace of clarity was burned away—he felt that he had become the most Primitive beasts leave only the instinct of the body, which is the most primitive desire of human beings, the irresistible impulse and love buried in the deepest part of the body.

Mo Wu lost his soul, bent slightly, and touched that extremely gorgeous lips.The man's lips were soft, even a little sweet, and the man who hooked him kept the kiss deeper and deeper.This kiss is so lingering that one can't wait to drown in it.

The man was so emotionally kissed, his eyes lost his focus, he let out a moan, his body was as soft as a puddle of water, his fingers moved lightly, and slowly stretched out towards Mo Wu's body.

Just before they met, the wrist was suddenly grabbed.Mo Wu still kissed gently, and moved back after a while, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

He was not far away from that person, his eyes still looked gentle and affectionate, but there was no more lust.His voice was deep and steady, with a tinge of hoarseness and a sense of coolness, and he said slowly: "——Before the next step, why don't we have a chat first, who are you?"

The author has something to say: No matter what Mo Wu dreams about, it cannot change the reality that he is the subject.

Well, a second of silence for Mo Tianshi.