You finished the joke [Quick Transmigration]

The night is dark, the desert is like snow, and the campfire is crackling.

On the ground, there are various figures of people in the tents printed on the surface of the small tents.

Inside the tent, Yan Shu was sitting cross-legged, with a scarlet sword on his lap, reaching out and gently stroking the blade.

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, and the giggling of the young man seemed to be vaguely heard in his ears.

The dim candlelight was flickering, and the man's cold face seemed much softer under the light of the candlelight.

Yan Shu caressed the scabbard with his hands, the uneven roughness carried the unique desolation and coldness of the desert.

Yan Shu couldn't help but think that since Bao Jian is a man...

Where is the stuff that men have?

Thinking of this, the man's ears were hot and his neck was thick, and he tugged at the tight neckline. Yan Shu turned his eyes away and looked up at the top of the tent. His eyes wandered away for a while, but finally he couldn't restrain his curiosity. After hesitating for a while, Yan Shu held up The sword came close to his eyes, blushing and touched this and then that.

The young man was really annoyed at night.

As soon as Yan Shu stepped into the small courtyard, he was thrown to the ground by a sudden red shadow.

Xiao Ming suppressed the person under him with his buttocks, stretched out his hand without saying a word and "teared", tearing Yan Shu's skirt.

Damn, why are his clothes so easy to tear?Yan Shu said angrily in his heart.

Sensing the juvenile's outstretched claws pressing on his chest, Yan Shu, who came back to his senses, tightly clutched the broken cloth in front of him, "You, what are you going to do?"

The boy didn't answer, but slowly lowered his head, and exhaled leisurely towards Yan Shu.

The youthful breath has a fresh smell of grass, reminiscent of the dew shining on the grass stems and leaves in the morning, the little moisture on the calyx lobes in the water smoke, and the fresh and fragile branches and leaves blown by the morning breeze .

It is the budding spring, the clouds and mists are fading, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Yan Shu didn't start, not daring to look directly into the boy's eyes.

The young man's slightly cool fingertips pressed against his warm chest, Yan Shu shuddered, quickly grabbed Xiao Ming's wrist, moistened his dry throat, and pretended to be calm, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Ming pursed his lips, "Ah Shu, you hurt me so much."

Hearing Yan Shu's words, he relaxed his strength, but Xiao Ming took the opportunity to break away from his hand, and put his cold palm on his chest, rubbing it gently, "Ah Shu, are you serious?" have no idea?"

Yan Shu understood, Xiao Ming wanted revenge, who made him so bold tonight and did some shameless things to the sword in the tent?

Yan Shu made a mistake, and lay upright with his eyes closed, pretending to be a dead body.

Of course Xiao Ming didn't let him go so easily.

The daring young man crushed the great general who was galloping on the battlefield, and displayed the charming charm of the five-fingered girl, kneading it like kneading dough.

Years of training had made the muscles on the man's body firm, and at this moment, due to tension, his whole body was stretched together, giving him a knife-like beauty.

The lines on the lower abdomen are the most beautiful, and Xiao Ming's five-fingered girl lingers here, refusing to leave for a long time.

Like a fluffy feather flicking back and forth on the abdomen, the itching sensation rushed down with an electric current, a drop of sweat dripped from the forehead of Yan Shu, who was almost tormented to death, and grabbed Xiao Ming's hand, preventing the boy from further revenge.

"Hey, don't make trouble." The man's voice was hoarse and deep, panting endlessly.

Seeing Yan Shu's forbearance, Xiao Ming pursed his lips, and decided to let the man go this time.

Xiao Ming straightened his clothes and moved his buttocks to get up.

Xiao Ming rubbed against something terrible with this move, the man felt a sudden electric current rushing straight to his forehead, his whole body shook, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight and panted heavily.

The faint candlelight was still flickering slightly, and the familiar yellowish-white curtain appeared in front of my eyes.

He is back?

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he woke up in time.

After calming down, the cool wetness sticking to the heel of the legs became very obvious, Yan Shu lifted the quilt.

The cold wind from outside the quilt suddenly rushed in, and it was cold between the legs, Yan Shu looked down and saw that the crotch and the sheet were already wet.

As if being punched hard, Yan Shu's brain was buzzing, and he covered the quilt tightly in embarrassment.

After being stunned for a long time, when he came back to his senses, Yan Shu tore off the bed sheet with all his strength, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into the closet with all his strength, and changed into a new pair of trousers. Yan Shu paced back and forth in the tent. Feeling unsafe, he kept looking at the wardrobe.

The man finally lost his mind, stepped to the closet, gritted his teeth and pulled out the messy bed sheets, picked up the smelly pants, and went to the river to wash them up resignedly.

In the middle of the night, the lonely figure of the man squatted by the stream, scrubbing the cloth in his hand by the moonlight.

The next day, everyone in the barracks was very surprised that the general who slept late for several days in a row actually got up so early today.

They glanced sideways at the air-drying sheets fluttering gently in the air, and everyone pursed their lips, suddenly understanding something.

Soon, the news that the general was hungry and thirsty in the middle of the night spread throughout the barracks within a quarter of an hour, and spread to every household in the border town within two hours.

In the afternoon, the city lord came with his daughter.

The city lord said with concern, "I heard that the general is not feeling well recently..."

Yan Shu frowned and interrupted, "I heard? Not happy?"

The city lord coughed in embarrassment, "Well, the general has also reached the marriageable age, is there a girl he likes?"

"Daddy~" Feng Xiaoxiao shook the castellan's sleeves, stomped her feet, and ran out of the tent covering her red face.

sweetheart?

The boy's figure suddenly appeared in front of the man's eyes, unaware of the embarrassing scene in front of him.

"General?" the city lord called again.

Yan Shu suddenly came back to his senses, pursed his lips and cupped his hands to decline, "The last general... already has a sweetheart."

That night, the general dared not sleep.

Thinking of what happened last night, Yan Shu was restless.

Yan Shu was timid to have such nasty thoughts about the young man, not daring to see the young man.

It was cold and windy outside the tent, the man turned the pages of the book, staring blankly at the densely packed small characters on the pages, his thoughts drifted to the small courtyard with the young man in red, and he managed to survive the whole night with his eyes open.

After several days without rest, the general had two big dark circles under his eyes.

At first glance, the military division was startled, and worried, "General, haven't you slept well lately?"

Yan Shu pursed her lips and did not answer.

The military adviser changed his mind and understood what the general was thinking about, and persuaded, "The general's health is important. In fact, it is normal to dream about those things."

As soon as the words fell, the man narrowed his sinister eyes, full of murderous intent, "What do you know?"

The general is so fierce, the military adviser swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty, "That's right, that's a normal reaction of a man, the general doesn't need to be afraid."

"Is it normal?" Yan Shu was suspicious.

The military master exhaled and said affirmatively, "That is, this is something that every man will experience."

The heavy pressure on his body dissipated, Yan Shu patted the military division on the shoulder, "I'll go back and catch up on sleep."

It is normal to have a reaction, Yan Shu lay on the bed to comfort herself.

After a few days of sleepiness, Yan Shu closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Entering the small courtyard in the dream, it was quiet everywhere, and there was no boy in sight.

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time worried, where did the boy go?

After searching along the corridor for a long time, there was still no one in sight.

Yan Shu was scratching his head on the spot, when he suddenly heard a scream from the side room.

Yan Shu panicked, the three souls ran away and the seven souls ran away, holding his breath and rushing into the room following the sound.

The room was empty, before Yan Shu could react, a sap fell from behind, the man's eyes went dark, and he passed out with his eyes closed.

Who attacked him?Is the boy in danger?A series of questions flashed.

The last thought that crossed my mind was that I would faint in my dream...

I don't know how long it took, when Yan Shu woke up, his eyes were pitch black, the man blinked, and noticed the black cloth covering his eyes, then moved his hands and feet, and found that his hands were tied above his head, his legs He was also immobilized and unable to move.

Yan Shu couldn't help saying angrily, it's all his fault that he was too careless when he was impatient, and he didn't know if Xiao Ming was in any danger.

A few steps away, there was the creaking sound of the door opening and closing, the man's ears moved slightly, and he said sternly, "Who are you, what did you do to Xiao Ming?"

Footsteps approached, there was a rustling sound, I don't know what the man was doing, Yan Shu was vigilant, his whole body tensed up.

Suddenly, two petals of cool and soft things pressed against his neck softly, and the slippery, wet and soft snake-like things gently licked at his Adam's apple.

Yan Shu struggled hard, his veins bulged, "Get out!"

"I'm not!" A stubborn voice sounded.

This voice is...

"Xiao Ming?"

Xiao Ming tore off the black cloth strips tied around Yan Shu's eyes, took out a booklet from his arms, and held it in his hand, "Ah Shu, look," Xiao Ming opened the booklet and asked earnestly , "Which pose do you like?"

Yan Shu lowered his eyes, glanced quickly, and his blood speed increased immediately.

The booklet shows two entangled bodies.

It was clearly two men.

What stimulated the young man?

The young Qian pointed, and said in an analytical manner, "This posture will be easier to apply force, this posture can penetrate a little deeper, and this posture is more exciting."

Xiao Ming couldn't make a choice, and tilted his head in distress, "Ah Shu, which one do you like?"

"You, where did you come from!"

"It's conjured up," Xiao Ming said proudly, leaning close to the tip of his nose, "Ashu, you haven't answered me yet, which pose do you want to try first?"

The author has something to say: the two characters of `color in color` and `color in color' must be harmonized, my God......