I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

In late spring, the purple-leaved green peaches on Jushan Mountain are in full bloom, red and purple. From a distance, the entire Jushan Mountain seems to be caged with layers of silk and satin.

Shen Jimo and Ji Zhuo hadn't arrived at the foot of Jushan Mountain when suddenly there was heavy rain and strong winds, and within a short while, they were drenched.

Coincidentally, there was a house by the roadside, and Shen Jimo went to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, he just knocked on the door, and the door opened with a "squeak". There is a thick layer of dust, and it seems that it has not been inhabited for a long time.

Shen and Ji entered the door, and Ji Zhuo closed the door tightly. Shen Jimo was wearing a taupe-colored shirt today. The shirt was soaked by the rain, and it was almost transparent. The body is also faintly revealed.

Ji Zhuo turned his head away, not daring to look at Shen Jimo anymore, and said lightly: "Hurry up and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Shen Jimo nodded, and then went to the inner room, which was separated from the outer room by a curtain, when the curtain was lifted, there was only an empty bed inside, nothing else.

Shen Jimo reached out his hand to untie the tie of his shirt, but because the wet clothes stuck to his skin, he took some effort before he took off the inner shirt, and he took out the Qiankun bag again, just about to pick out a shirt to change On the way, I heard Ji Zhuo calling: "Ah Mo, I found it..."

Shen Jimo looked back subconsciously, but saw Ji Zhuo lifted the curtain and stood outside the door, his face turned bright red immediately, he covered his nakedness with the shirt in his hand, and smiled reluctantly: "Master Ji, you What did you find?"

Ji Zhuo originally thought that Shen Jimo was dressed properly, but unexpectedly, when he opened the curtain, he saw a naked Shen Jimo, and Shen Jimo's hair was completely soaked, sticking loosely on his Yingying. His white cheeks, neck, chest, and upper back made him look a little pitiful for some reason.

Ji Zhuo walked in front of Shen Jimo unhurriedly, brushed aside the hair covering Shen Jimo's face with his fingers, and said in a soft voice: "There is some firewood in this room, and I asked someone not far away I ordered some flour and shallots, how about I make Yangchun noodles for you?"

The skin on Shen Jimo's face trembled uncontrollably when Ji Zhuo lightly touched it. He half bit his lips and said, "Young Master Ji, you're getting wet, change your clothes first."

Ji Zhuo withdrew his hand, looked at Shen Jimo, pondered for a moment, and said, "Ah Mo, your lower body..."

Shen Jimo looked down, and the thing under him prodded the soft material of the clothes, and it turned out to be a little erect.

He felt ashamed for a moment, he was just touched by Ji Zhuo on the cheek, how could he have lust/desire, was he too lewd/slutty?

Seeing Shen Jimo's expression changed, Ji Zhuo grabbed his hand, sent it to his lower body, and said, "I'm a little hard too."

Shen Jimo's fingers were burned, so he boldly grabbed the hot object.

Ji Zhuo lowered his head to hold Shen Jimo's soft earlobe, put his hand on his back, and said, "Ah Mo, does it still hurt?"

A few days ago, the two of them had a fling. Although Ji Zhuo lubricated Shen Jimo's rear with his fingers first, but because Ji Zhuo's thing was too huge, Shen Jimo's rear was too tight, and he was devastated. It was red and swollen.

Under Ji Zhuo's temptation, Shen Jimo's backside frankly held a small part of his finger, the tender flesh inside was wriggling, greedily trying to pull in the finger that could give him pleasure.

Shen Jimo intuitively felt that his waist was soft, and he lost all strength. As soon as he loosened his fingers, the undressed clothes slumped to the ground, and the hand holding Ji Zhuo's hot object also loosened.

He closed his eyes, pressed his lips on Ji Zhuo's shoulder, and said in a humiliated voice: "It doesn't hurt, Ji Zhuo, just come in."

The voice fell to the ground, and the finger had sunk into his back, forcing him to groan/groan.

Ji Zhuo asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Jimo trembled all over, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Shen Jimo's face was full of bright red, as if covered with powder, Ji Zhuo pulled out his fingers, picked up Shen Jimo, walked to the bed, dusted off the dust, took a clean shirt and spread it on the bed, and then Shen Jimo put it down.

He was afraid that the wetness on his body would stain Shen Jimo's body, so he didn't press down directly, but reached out to untie his clothes.

Seeing that Ji Zhuo hadn't moved for a long time, Shen Jimo opened his eyes slightly, but saw that Ji Zhuo's clothes were half off.

Sensing Shen Jimo's gaze, Ji Zhuo took Shen Jimo's hand and pulled a part of his clothes.

As soon as the sleeves were pulled, Ji Zhuo's inner garment fell off, revealing his flesh and bones, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and before he took off his trousers, his hips were submerged in the soft satin.

Shen Jimo suddenly remembered the erotic book he had read, straightened his upper body, looked at Ji Zhuo, pointed at Ji Zhuo's hot object shyly and timidly, and said, "Can I suck it in?"

Ji Zhuo was slightly taken aback, the two had sex many times, he had licked Shen Jimo's back, but Shen Jimo had never sucked his hot stuff, Shen Jimo probably didn't like doing this stop?He lowered his head and kissed Shen Jimo's forehead hair, and said: "You don't need to force it."

Hearing this, Shen Jimo lowered his head, holding Ji Zhuo's hot object without hesitation through a layer of soft satin.

He didn't know the technique, so he sucked it very deeply all of a sudden, the hot thing swelled up a lot as soon as he entered it, as if it was about to pierce his throat, the slight pain rolled up accompanied by vomiting, forcing his eyes to be full The water was shining, and the tails of the eyes were red.

Ji Zhuo raised Shen Jimo's chin and said, "Don't force yourself."

Shen Jimo wanted to say "nothing", but because his mouth was full, the voice was suppressed in his throat, like a whimper.

This whimper hit Ji Zhuo's ears, urging him to go deeper into it, but he was afraid of hurting Shen Jimo, so he only reached out and stroked the wet hair on the back of Shen Jimo's head, saying: "But Not feeling well?"

Shen Jimo spit out the hot object, peeled off the soft satin covering it, licked the body of the column with the tip of his tongue, and tried to suck the hot object in again. Five times like this, he still could only swallow the hot object. After entering more than half, and then entering some, I can't stand it anymore.

It tastes great to be teased by Shen Jimo with tongue and tongue, but seeing Shen Jimo's face showing pain, Ji Zhuo couldn't bear it after all, he reached out and groped Shen Jimo's nape hidden behind his hair, and said: "Ah Mo , I want to get inside of you."

Shen Jimo spit out most of the hot object, only holding the tip, raised his eyes, and said timidly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Ji Zhuo was a little distressed at the moment, took out the hot object, turned over and pressed it on Shen Jimo's body, and said in his ear: "It's very comfortable, but I like the place below you better."

Shen Jimo half covered his face with one hand, opened his legs actively, and said softly: "Ji Zhuo come in."

Ji Zhuo was afraid of hurting Shen Jimo, so he didn't dare to go in immediately. With a movement of his finger, a jar of ointment flew into his palm, and he took some with his finger, carefully rubbing the slightly red and swollen entrance.

Until the entrance was jerked by Ji Zhuo's caress, Ji Zhuofang inserted a finger, which was immediately wrapped and squeezed by the tender flesh, he didn't know whether he wanted to push it out, but he still held it tightly.

The pleasure coming from his lower body made Shen Jimo's cheeks hot. He opened his eyes and looked at Ji Zhuo from between the fingers covering his face. When he looked at Ji Zhuo, he saw his towering hot body. No one could comfort that hot thing. Poor Shaking lightly, he had never slandered himself in front of Ji Zhuo before, he hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and kneaded.

Ji Zhuo has already inserted three fingers, and his fingers imitate the frequency of hot objects entering and exiting, whether fast or slow, advancing and retreating, and the sound of water is full of lust when entering and exiting.

He pulled out his hand, and grabbed Shen Jimo's hot object instead, then pressed down and kissed Shen Jimo's slightly parted lips.

The pleasure came from the hot object and the rolling between the lips and teeth, how could Shen Jimo bear it, he felt his whole body was so soft that he seemed to have no bones, only knowing that he was sticking to Ji Zhuo.

But the next moment, the back was invaded by a scorching object. The object first lay dormant inside and did not move at all, and then came in and out later.

Shen Jimo's lips were tightly blocked by Ji Zhuo's lips, and his groan/groan was pressed in his throat, and he could only make intermittent sweet sobs.

Ji Zhuo let go of Shen Jimo's lips, straightened up, put Shen Jimo's right leg on his shoulder, and stroking the tender flesh of Shen Jimo's inner thigh while moving in and out.

When Shen Jimo's lips were free, he moaned high and low. This moan was very seductive, hitting Shen Jimo's ears, making him feel ashamed, so he covered his lips.

Seeing this, Ji Zhuo grabbed Shen Jimo's hand covering his lips to the junction of the two of them, and said softly: "We are in love, and we are both naked. You opened your body to let my most important thing be Things are going in and out of you, we're so close, what are you doing with your lips in your hands?"

Shen Jimo's eyes were watery, looking at Ji Zhuo, and said with a sad smile: "I am a bamboo demon who has practiced for thousands of years. Wouldn't the moaning/groaning like lewdness make you bored?"

Ji Zhuo vigorously moved in and out, whipping Shen Jimo's inner beauty every time, tossing until Shen Jimo couldn't restrain his groaning/groaning anymore, Fang slowed down and stared at Shen Jimo's exquisite and rare eyebrows and eyes , Word by word: "You can do anything in front of me, not to mention that I like to hear your voice, which shows that it is very pleasant to love you with me, doesn't it?"

"Really?" Shen Jimo asked back with tears in his eyes. Seeing Ji Zhuo nod his head, he mustered up his courage and said, "Ji Zhuo, try harder, let me scream louder."

Ji Zhuo has a stern face and a cold personality, but in love/things, he cares about Shen Jimo very much, even when the love/desire is at its peak, he knows how to measure and never feels sorry for Shen Jimo.

Hearing this, he thought about it for a while before he went in and out fiercely. Sure enough, Shen Jimo no longer suppressed it, and groaned sweetly as he went in and out.

This groan/groan was extremely sweet, like the finest honey, dripping all over Shen Jimo's body, dyeing him a seductive red glow.

Ji Zhuo slowed down, lowered his head to hold the red bead on Shen Jimo's chest, and kneaded Shen Jimo's hot object with one hand.

The red bead was as obedient as his master, but in a moment, it stood upright, carefully poking at Ji Zhuo's lips, Ji Zhuo gently squeezed the red bead with his free hand, and then took the remaining one in his mouth.

The back is still being moved in and out, the hot thing is being kneaded, and the two red beads on the chest are being teased endlessly. Shen Jimo finally couldn't bear it, and tears fell while moaning, and the tears were wet It touched his cheeks, and dripped down on the clothes under him. This clothes was dark crimson, and the tears were dizzy on it, as if a large plum blossom had bloomed out of thin air.

Ji Zhuo stopped, brushed away Shen Jimo's tears, and asked nervously, "But does it hurt?"

Seeing that Shen Jimo didn't answer, he took out the hot object and looked at Shen Jimo's back carefully, the back was already red and swollen, and some plaster that had melted came out.

Shen Jimo's whole body was controlled by passion/desire, and he couldn't make a sound for a while. As soon as Ji Zhuo came out, his rear was clamoring endlessly. He wanted Ji Zhuo to go in and pump/insert again, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't There was only a pitiful whimper, and my heart became anxious, and the tears fell even more fiercely.

Seeing that his fingers were filled with tears, Ji Zhuo stroked Shen Jimo's cheek comfortingly, and said softly, "Don't cry anymore."

After finishing speaking, he made Shen Jimo waiter vent, then stood up and said: "You take a rest for a while, I will boil a pot of water to wipe your body, and then I will make a bowl of Yangchun noodles for you to eat."

Shen Jimo sank in the climax, his mind went blank, and he didn't hear a single sound. When he took a breath and looked, Ji Zhuo was no longer there.

He was at a loss, and called softly in a hoarse voice: "Ji Zhuo...Ji Zhuo..."

Hearing Shen Jimo's call, Ji Zhuo lifted the curtain, walked quickly to Shen Jimo, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Shen Jimo opened his legs, unreservedly showing his seductive rear, pursed his lips and said, "Ji Zhuo come in."

Ji Zhuo sat on the bed, held Shen Jimo in his arms, and asked, "Did it hurt just now? How about doing it next time?"

Shen Jimo shook his head stubbornly, buried his face in the depression of Ji Zhuo's collarbone, and demanded in a muffled voice: "It didn't hurt just now, not only didn't it hurt, but it was too comfortable. Ji Zhuo, come in and vent in my body."

Ji Zhuo gave a low laugh, lifted Shen Jimo up, and entered the back from below in a hugging posture, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, going in three points and exiting one point.

Shen Jimo was bouncing in Ji Zhuo's arms, hugged Ji Zhuo's neck with both hands, and kissed him proactively.

I don't know how many times he went in and out, but Ji Zhuo finally let it out in Shen Jimo's body.

Shen Jimo groaned, raised his head and said, "Kiss me one more time."

Ji Zhuo kissed Shen Jimo before he pulled out the hot object, but because of Meirou's retention, he finally pulled out smoothly.

As soon as the hot object was withdrawn, a large amount of turbid liquid was brought out. The turbid liquid lay between Shen Jimo's legs, mixed with his own white turbidity, making it look extraordinarily charming.

Ji Zhuo kissed Shen Jimo's forehead again, then straightened up and said: "The water should have boiled, I'll bring it to wipe you off."

Shen Jimo nodded, and then stared down at his slippery lower body, full of joy.

A while later, Ji Zhuo brought water, wiped Shen Jimo's body, took care of his lower body, applied ointment, and then put on obscene clothes for him.

Then, he wiped himself casually, put on his clothes, and went out to make Yangchun noodles.

Shen Jimo didn't stand up until the remaining passion/desire faded from his body, his waist and legs were all a little sore, and although the ointment had been applied to his back, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He walked out the door slowly, and there was a scent, he didn't feel hungry at first, but as soon as the scent entered his nostrils, he felt a belly groan.

He covered his stomach in embarrassment, and called out in a low voice: "Master Ji..."

Ji Zhuo looked back, helped Shen Jimo to sit in front of the table he had wiped, and went to bring out the freshly made Yangchun noodles.

Yangchun noodles are nothing good, just noodles, clear soup and a handful of green onions, but the Yangchun noodles made by Ji Zhuo are not inferior to Shen Jimo's delicacy in the slightest.

Shen Jimo picked up the bamboo chopsticks, put a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, and said in surprise and joy: "I have never tasted such delicious Yangchun noodles in my life."

Ji Zhuo also filled a bowl for himself, took a sip, and said with a slight smile, "Ah Mo, as long as you like it."

Shen Jimo wolfed down a bowl of Yangchun noodles, wiped his lower lip and said, "Master Ji, I've never heard that you can cook."

Ji Zhuo took a sip of the soup, shook his head and said: "It's just that I know how to make Yangchun noodles. I was born in a difficult life, but fortunately I was taken away by my master to cultivate immortality, so I have no worries about food and clothing. Master is an old man who doesn't know how to cook, but loves it very much. After eating Yangchun noodles, I went to learn from an old lady who lives nearby."

"I've never heard Mr. Ji mention any personal matters." Shen Jimo said with a smile, "Then where is your master now? You should be lonely without your handsome face."

Ji Zhuo pointed upwards and said, "Five years ago, the master successfully passed the tribulation and became immortal."

Suddenly, a question came to Shen Jimo's mind, he opened his lips and asked, "Master Ji, how old are you?"

Ji Zhuo replied indifferently: "Twenty and seven."

Shen Jimo smiled and said: "It turns out that I am more than a thousand years older than Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, seniority is orderly, you have to call me 'brother'."

In the past, Shen Jimo was always cautious with himself, but now he knows how to make fun of him.

Ji Zhuo thought about this, and in order to make Shen Jimo happy, he called out generously: "Brother."

With the sound of falling to the ground, Ji Zhuo's face did not change, but Shen Jimo's face was stained with a little rouge.

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The following is the fifth episode of Shen Xiaomo and Ji Zhuo's previous life, sweet and sweet