How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

"Who!"

A burst of furious attack mixed with real energy instantly hit all directions, Wan Tujue instinctively sacrificed a wave of defusing energy, and was able to be pushed tens of meters away, but just happened to escape Jian Shou's stern gaze.

Jian Shou is at his most vulnerable right now, and his kung fu is also the weakest moment. After using a round of attacks, his whole body is paralyzed, but his body becomes more intense as time goes by, soul-piercing!

Wan Tengjue fled in a hurry, he finally discovered his abnormality, the scorching heat all over his body made him dazed, and the swelling pain under his body reminded him: he was already obsessed with himself.

He wanted to press the man under his body and gallop vigorously, but his rationality told him that the man was so dirty and vicious that he would feel sick even touching a finger of him!

The vigorous figure flew past in the forest, leaving behind an illusory afterimage. Yong Temple was close in front of him. The pendant on his chest suddenly radiated hot temperature. Wan Tengjue's eyes widened suddenly. This is Ah Jian... …

"Bang!" The two doors slammed together heavily, and Wan Tujue fell to his knees in an instant, his palm was pressing on the pendant before he fell unconscious.

At this moment, Jian Shou, who was still lying there and dying, suddenly felt his breathing stagnate, his pupils became dilated, and he completely lost consciousness in the next second.

A cool palm lightly touched Wan Tujue's forehead, and he asked worriedly, "Are you sick?"

Wan Tengjue let out a scorching breath from his nose, and he grabbed Ah Jian's wrist: "Ah Jian, help me..."

"Guard him" is both an order and a promise, so when Wan Tengjue rudely tore off Ajian's Tsing Yi, he didn't struggle, and seemed particularly "well-behaved and sensible".

The environment in the secret realm suddenly changed, and the two were already lying on the same bed.

The boy with a strong body pressed another boy under his body, his light honey-colored muscles were relaxed, and against him was every inch of snowy skin, which seemed to be blown to pieces.

Wan Teng must not be in a trance, and his movements are very unfamiliar and anxious, which will inevitably hurt Ah Jian. When he is playing with it, it is like playing with a dispensable toy.

But Ah Jian seemed to have already tasted all the pain, he just pursed his lips and "easily" endured it.

So it was quickly entered suddenly, the body was stretched to the extreme and then torn apart, Ah Jian didn't push back, he opened his body and learned to be tolerant.

Warm blood slid down from the injured place in strands, but it also played a lubricating role. Wan Tujue, who had been pinched "hard to move", let out a comfortable sigh at this moment, and his raised jaw showed his strength. happy.

He moved up and down instinctively, and the narrow and deep eyes still couldn't reflect the appearance of the man, so he couldn't tell whether the man was happy or in pain, he only knew that he was as happy as if he was on the top of the clouds.

This is their first love. It didn't take too long. When the heat entered the body, both of their bodies were shocked, and the senses of the whole body seemed to gather at the place where they were connected to each other.

Ajian turned his back to him, and said softly like a kitten, "Are you okay?" He wanted him to leave first.

Wan Tengjue, who had recovered his sanity, hugged him tightly, and hugged Ah Jian, who was a little smaller, into his arms. The originally weak place deepened a little bit, and there was a tendency to regain strength.

His fingertips rubbed against the red mark on the back of Ajian's neck emotionally. It was as lively as fire and snake, and he thought it was so beautiful.

Desires rose again, but in the end they still cared about pity, Wan Tengjue endured and did not move any more, put his lips to Ajian's ear, and drank hot air: "Ajian, call me Ajue."

He stroked his hair, his hoarse voice was very gentle, men are always easy to fall in love. After the incident, he was extremely gentle, intentionally or unintentionally let the other party fall into the illusion of being loved, whether it was true or not.

Ah Jian followed him and called out in a low voice: "Ah Jue."

Satisfied, Wan Tengjue wanted to kiss his side of the face but stopped immediately, and asked instead: "Ajian, is it true that if I touch your face, I will be rejected immediately?"

Ah Jian shook her head in a daze: "I don't know, why don't you try?" Turning her head, she moved her face forward a little.

Wan Tengjue quickly turned his head back and said anxiously, "Wait, but I don't know how to get in here yet!"

It was rare for Ajian to smile clearly, but it was a pity that Wan Tujue couldn't see it. Ajian held his head and gently pressed his lips on Wan Tujue's.

It can't be seen, but it feels soft to the touch, smoother than the best cloud silk brocade.

Wan Tengjue's eyes widened, watching him getting further and further away from Ah Jian until the other party disappeared.

The last thing he heard was Ah Jian's ambiguous answer, he said: "Ah Jue, we will meet..."

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When Jian Shou woke up again, he was already lying on his bed, and the light coming in from the window showed that it was already bright daytime.

Looking around for a while, he didn't seem to be in the room.

Jian Shou turned over and got up, but pulled the sore muscles on his body, and paused again.

He stepped on the ground with bare feet, the hem of his overly long underwear dragged on the ground, and his clean and shiny toes were faintly visible.

He stopped suddenly, and some images flashed in his mind frame by frame, and cracks finally appeared on his face as quiet as an iceberg.

Huan. Love, entanglement, lust. Desire, kisses, Jian Shou's fingertips pressed on the rosy lips, and the stay like a superficial touch seems to be still vivid in his memory.

His brows were frowned, and his eyes showed a vague panic and disbelief. If this was a dream, how could it be so real and palpable?He could clearly remember the hot body temperature of the other party.

And maybe anger, because he found himself craving the pleasure of savoring it, and the feeling of being dominated by desire was very annoying.

The door was gently pushed open, and he walked in with a basin in his hand. He was very happy when he saw Jian Shou standing there: "My lord, you have woken up. Are you feeling well? Your complexion is rosy." many."

Indeed, Jian Shou, who is usually pale, now has two clusters of bright red on his cheeks, and when the tails of his eyes are raised, it seems to be full of spring.

Jian Shou touched his face in a daze, the slightly hot temperature was indeed not as cold as before.

He quickly put his right hand on the wrist of his left hand to feel his own pulse. The blood and true essence flowing in the veins were very stable and not as chaotic as expected.

Jian Shou's eyes drooped, full of deep thought.

There is a dense bamboo forest behind the Yong Hall. It is the end of summer, and the long strips of bamboo leaves can fall with the wind, spreading a layer of green carpet on the ground.

A boy in black is practicing martial arts in the bamboo forest with a Mingliu sword in his hand.

The gold-rimmed boots stepped on the piled bamboo leaves, and an undercurrent spread from the middle to the surroundings, sweeping the leaves away. Wan Tujue flew around and moved the corners of his clothes, and his long hair like splashed ink swayed in the wind.

On the high bridge of the nose is a pair of sharp eyebrows and eyes, which is obviously very handsome, but it is so cold that it makes people dreadful.

With a sensitive movement of the pinnae, Wan Tujue's left eye trembled slightly, the wrist holding the sword jerked, his hands alternated stepping forward in the wind, and the tip of the sword pierced through the air towards a certain point !

Jian Shou didn't mean to hide it at all, he just looked a little deeper at the beginning, so he also drew out the nephrite sword wrapped around his waist and headed forward.

"Bah!" Wan Tujue's Mingliu sword collided with Jian Shou's nephrite sword.

Because of the sunlight, the blade of the sword reflected a strong cold light. Wan Tengjue slipped on purpose, and the glaring light hit the opponent's eyes. Jian Shou closed his eyes and turned his face reflexively, just in time to lose the opportunity.

I don't know why Jian Shou didn't release his coercion on him, Wan Tujue sneered, seized the opportunity to take advantage of the victory and pursued, the sword's mouth shook and slashed Jian Shou's arm fiercely along with the force of the slide!

Jian Shou finally came to his senses, and stabbed Wan Tujue's face with his soft sword.

Looking at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer, Wan Tanjue was not in a hurry, and turned his head slightly to perform the Dinghan Kungfu, so the slender and beautiful sword body immediately froze inch by inch by Wan Tanjue's ear, it was actually He was frozen in place!

Jian Shou let go of the frozen hilt, and hit the nephrite sword with a wave of enthusiasm in the palm of his hand. In that instant, the ice on the sword body was melted.

The tip of the sword went down a little and landed on the side of Wan Tujue's neck, and the dissolved water also wet his shoulders.

But the outcome was decided in a moment, but it was only natural that Wan Qijue lost.

The cold gaze fell on the arm that was close in front of him. The cuffs of the purple gauze had lost a lot, revealing the hideous wound that was still bleeding, and the white flesh was crimson with blood.

It was a pity for him, if it wasn't for not being able to anger Jian Shou now, he would really like to cut him off with a single sword.

Jian Shou was also looking at him, his face, which resembled Wan Chenghou, was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, flowing so smoothly, across the thick eyebrows, across the light honey-colored cheeks, and then to the protruding Adam's apple...

"Tick", he seemed to hear the sound of sweat dripping on the ground, Jian Shou looked back calmly, but the hand that withdrew the sword trembled a little.

Seeing that he withdrew the nephrite sword and didn't want to care about it, Wan Cheng cupped his hands and asked, "I don't know why the Pavilion Master is looking for me?"

The man didn't seem to be afraid of the heat at all, and his beautiful face was as clean as ever, but when Wan Teng thought of how he had indulged last night, he suddenly felt disgusted and contemptuous.

Jian Shou was silent for a while and then replied: "I came here to ask, where did you go last night?"

Wan Tujue tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Could it be that Jian Shou saw him last night?

His face was full of sincerity: "Although I don't know why the pavilion master asked such a question, last night I practiced sword alone in the forest until late at night, and then went back to the house and slept soundly until dawn."

In other words, no one can prove where he is?Jian Shou's eyes sank, and his eyes were fixed on the thing in front of Wan Tujue's chest.

It turned out that after the fierce fight, Wan Tujue's collar was opened, and the amber pendant inside had already run out, shining brightly in the bright sunlight.

Jian Shou's fingertips moved, trying to restrain the urge to touch.

Wan Tengjue immediately noticed where Jian Shou's gaze fell, and his eyes gathered a fierceness. He did not allow anyone to covet Ah Jian.

So he bent slightly to make a respectful gesture, and Wan Tujue asked again: "Is there anything else for the pavilion master?"

There was an obvious order to chase away guests, and the angle of bending had just blocked Jian Shou's line of sight.

Jian Shou twitched the corner of his mouth, and let out a breath: "You go out of the pavilion to practice tomorrow, and you will come back when you are successful."

The left hand that was clenched into a fist burst into veins, and Wan Tujue gritted his teeth. He was the one who forbade him to leave the Wusi Pavilion, and now he is the one who drove him out of the Wusi Pavilion!

He raised his head with a sneer and said, "That's very good."

Jian Shou didn't care whether he was happy or not, turned around and left.

Some opportunities cannot be found in Wusi Pavilion, if he really makes Wan Tujue stay out of Wusi Pavilion for the rest of his life, it will harm him.

He didn't want someone like him to be a frog in the well all his life, only to see the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Wan Tengjue watched Jian Shou leave, and after a long time, he put the pendant back into his clothes, twisted his collar, and ordered coldly, "Come out!"

There was a sudden sound of the wind, and a muscular man in gray clothes flew out from the center of the dense bamboo leaves, and respectfully knelt down in front of Wan Tujue with cupped fists.

This person has supernatural powers, and he can hide incognito and hold his breath to avoid the detection of powerful weapons.

Wan Tengjue: "I remember that we have already recruited people from the South Palace?"

"That's right, my lord, the people in the East Hall haven't finalized their message yet, so they probably want to wait and see what happens."

Wan Tengjue raised his eyebrows: "Oh, he thinks it's cheap, since he knows our existence, there is no reason to pretend to be dumb, so don't blame us for giving him a reason to betray him!"

"Yes, this subordinate will do it as soon as possible! But... are you really planning to leave Wusi Pavilion?"

"Of course, it's not without benefits to leave here. By then, Jian Shou will definitely regret kicking me out of Wusi Pavilion!"

Wan Tengjue thrust the sword in his hand into the ground, and the sword made a "clank" when it sank into the ground.

All compromises are tolerable, and he will eventually make Jian Shou pay a heavy price!

"Yu, I'll leave this to you, don't let me down."

The man named Yun knocked his head heavily: "Your subordinate will definitely meet you, just die!"

Yun lifted his head up firmly, revealing a handsome face, which is as striking as a dry face...