Mountains and seas can be flat

There is a kind of flower in Qiji country called "蓢", which blooms blue flowers and bears white fruits, and usually grows near the water.Its flowers have beautiful white hairs like dandelions, and small crabs and river mussels like to eat its calyx, and often pinch off the white hairs and blue flowers.They float in the wind in strings.

A group of fluffy flowers floated in the air, slowly fell to the window, and got in through the crack of the window.There was a bed by the window, and a hand was resting on the edge of the bed.That hand has beautiful strips of slender muscle lines, which should be full of strength, but at this moment it seems to be fished out of warm water, softened by warm water, smooth and wet.

The scorpion flower fluttered and landed in the red palm, the fists and eyes were closed suddenly, but they were unable to bend and stretch open.The tightly squeezed fists, full of explosive force, were drenched with sweat.

By the small river outside the window, the mussels shrank back into their shells in shock, but the cormorants pried open the shells with their beaks, inserted their sharp beaks into the long gap, and pecked at the white and tender flesh around the pearls.

The mussel tightly clamped the cormorant's beak. This is not a clever way of revenge, but a low-level instinctive reaction in self-defense.It does not prevent the foreign hard object from probing to the deepest point, nailing it on the delicate point, and absorbing the sweet mussel meat.

A gust of wind blew, and the scorpion flowers danced faster, and more flew into the window crack.

The body is not smooth, there are many shallow strip scars, as if they have been pierced and smashed inch by inch, even after healing, they still leave permanent scars on the skin.

The flowers followed the curve of his solid waist and fell on those light scars.

The other body is much fairer in comparison, with useful but not bloated texture. Fang Zheng has practiced martial arts for many years, and his response and flexibility are very good.

There are tens of thousands of weed flowers piled up on the window sill, forming a cotton curtain with excellent sound insulation effect.

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When the cormorant feeds the mussel juice, a lot of liquid flows out from the crevices.That is the water in the body of the mussel and the body fluid in the beak of the cormorant.

Finally, the mussel gave up the useless way of revenge, exhausted and opened the two clamshells by the river, revealing the sweet white meat with a small bead in the middle for the cormorants to eat.

Some weeds are blown up by the wind, and they like to pick some particularly tight gaps to accumulate.They unconsciously floated into the narrow space.When the scorpion flower is heated, it will emit flocculent white foam, and it seems that countless small snowflakes have risen in the room.

A small white plush flower, stuck in a good place.

It can't hear the complicated voices of the observers above - this plant will find a good place for itself.

So the person above gently blew off the little velvet flower and replaced it with himself, and the person below him screamed again as expected.

And just as the Qigong people said——after the lewd poison is released, most of the poison will also be volatilized. Fang Zheng never alternated between hot and cold tonight.

——Only heat remains, heat that has nothing to do with poison.

"Lian Zifeng!" The man couldn't speak a complete sentence, and repeatedly struggled out some threatening words that were strong on the outside and dry on the inside during the breathing gap.

The cormorant is excited to eat clam meat, which is its favorite delicacy, and it will not get tired of eating it no matter how many times it eats it. It is also one of the pleasures to hear the melodious sound of knocking clam shells.The clam shell bluffed, even if it really clamped its beak, it would not prevent it from poking in inch by inch again to reopen the clam shell.

After a while, those words became soft and compromised, and a dangling hand came out from the crack of the window, but the gap between the fingers was pinched and held down again, and it was pushed back. "...Zifeng..." He thought that begging for mercy with another name would have a better effect, so he shook his head desperately, tears rolling down his face, but it didn't help.

The cormorant held the clam in its mouth and began to clank against the river in order to separate it more.The crescent moon outside the window is rising high, and the lake is rippling.Occasionally, fish jump out of the water in the wind and waves, enjoying the breeze.

"Small wind..." The voice leaked intermittently from the window crack, which may explain why the scorpion flowers float in there - the cold and hot air will form convection, the hot air is light and the cold air is heavy, and the wind is formed. "Isn't it okay to call you like that...Xiao Feng, the pronunciation is the same... What on earth do you want..." The language has become half choked up at the end.

From the beginning to the end, there is only one person's voice, but the gasp is two people.

The witch doctor of Qiji Kingdom got up in the morning and wanted to check the situation in the small room next door, but found that the door was closed by wood from the inside, and no sound could be heard from inside.

It is estimated that the alternation of cold and heat all night made the patients and caregivers not have a good rest, and they were catching up on sleep during the day.

A sleepless night is real, but not babysitting.Zifeng let go of Fang Zheng's mouth, which was covered, and waited for the sound of footsteps at the door to go away.

The cormorants ate the clam shells all night, and they still licked them in the morning.

"Enough... Is it enough... When are you going to..." Fang Zheng scratched his back with one hand. When the fornication first started, this kind of thing relieved his pain, even in the middle There was a feeling that made him feel ashamed but happy——

But the poison had been dissolved for a long time, and Zifeng seemed to be still unsatisfied. This terrifying intensity was beyond his reach.

Zifeng couldn't speak all night, but his body language and vigorous actions most intuitively expressed his appeal - not enough, not enough.

In fact, they had many thrilling things that night.Fang has used force, and so has the other side, and more than once.But it ended up just changing places from the bed and back to it later.

And the sentence "I will kill you" has also become one of the three sentences that Fang Zheng said the most tonight.But no matter how many times he cursed or begged for mercy tonight, the words he said were no more than the marks on his body.

At dawn, the cormorants slowly pried open the shells again, and explored a little bit—it was time for breakfast.

Compared with the hunger last night, the cormorants this morning are much more relaxed, even thinking about playing with the clam shells and grinding them into them inch by inch.

The billowing protests also intensified, but after screaming all night, the voice was obviously weak and hoarse.

The refreshing morning breeze blows across the lake and into the window, but it can't bring much clarity to people.The tits and birds chirping, and the blooming flowers in the bustling valley did not enter Fang Zheng's mind at all.The beautiful and quiet valley scenery is a pile of colorful paste in front of Fang Zheng's eyes.He couldn't eat and couldn't sleep well.

When it was almost noon, the witch doctor of Qigong Kingdom waited for Zifeng, who had worked so hard to take care of the patients last night, and asked for some slow-release medicine for reducing swelling and pain.I also ordered a large basin of water to scrub the patient.

Zifeng's collar and sleeves were all tight, but his lips were still swollen for some reason. According to him, he was stung by a bee.

"Bee" was falling asleep on the bed at the moment, and on half of the shoulder where the quilt had slid down, there were fresh ones—until it was carried into the water, it opened its eyes wearily.

"I will definitely kill you." Fang Zheng couldn't open his eyelids, and muttered in the direction of the man.His whole body belonged to that person... the inside of his body belonged to that person... that person still hugged him from behind, cleaned him and kissed his earlobe. Not only did he not mind what he said, but he was also very interested The color of anticipation.

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Changling was surprised to see Zifeng gesturing and said that he would be able to go on the road in a few days, and Fang Zheng's poison had been lifted.However, he is not in good health these days and needs to rest more.

Changling twitched the corners of her mouth, wondering how the poison was cured. Although the witch doctor Qigong said that some people had better physique, their previous records were not all of alternating hot and cold attacks several times, ranging from a few days to as many as possible. How about a few months?Isn't this Fang Zheng's physique too against the sky?

Changling didn't know the "heretical way" of detoxification, so she could only keep her doubts in her heart, but Zifeng took a long time to take care of Fang Zheng even though the poison was cleared.He often went in with food in the afternoon and didn't come out until almost noon the next day.During this period, Changling never saw Fang Zheng once, so I don't know if he really got over it completely.

Once, Changling took a detour to look out of the window of Fang Zheng's recuperating room, because the window faced the flowing water, and the river was full of silt, and there were almost no people there.Changling could only go far to the other side of the river.

She saw the window of Fang Zheng's room was open, Fang Zheng put his hands on the window sill, and Zifeng stood behind him, reaching out to the sand on the window sill to teach him how to read.Naturally, they could see Changling, and Zifeng instructed her to go outside the Qiji Tribe to scout and inspect from a distance.Fang Zheng didn't say a word, and stared at the words that Zifeng taught him to recognize without raising his eyes.

From a distance, she couldn't see the beads of sweat all over Fang Zheng's forehead and neck.

Changling turned to leave, and the window on the opposite side of the river was closed.As soon as it was closed, Fang Zheng slumped down along the window sill tremblingly. Their upper body clothes were well dressed, but the bottom was... just now Zifeng pretended to teach him to read, but in fact Fang Zheng didn't have a single stroke. Remember, the eyes are the stars.But just like that, he could still hear people walking and talking nearby, which made him go crazy.

"You knew she was opposite, but you opened the window on purpose!"

Fang Zheng was tired and ashamed, the first time was to detoxify, the second time was because he was too tired to move, the third time was because he couldn't recover and couldn't beat Zifeng, seeing the reason for the fourth and fifth times... But what can we do if we can't fight? Who can live immediately after being exhausted and falling apart?

After eating meat for the first time, Zifeng tasted the marrow and tasted it. These few days, he was like a wild beast, sneaking in whenever he had time.Fang Zheng can't go if he walks, he can't hide from him, and it's useless to refuse.On this matter, Zifeng didn't listen to him at all, and he said good things all over again.The emotional card was also played, and the reason was also explained, which was of no use at all.Zifeng was finally able to release the deep emotions accumulated in his heart for many years, and the fear of his own extinction was comforted and relieved by the satisfaction of this request.

Fang Zheng couldn't figure it out, protests, beatings, and even threats of murder could not save him.He could only desperately feel the changes in his body—more and more sensitive, more and more familiar with the fit, and he got more and more pleasure from it that could not be concealed.At the beginning, he still liked Lian Feng's various feelings a little bit. He thought he was torn apart by the betrayal, but now he revived like a ghost.But "Lian Feng" was disguised by the other party from the beginning to the end.

Fang Zheng didn't think about it at all. He hasn't recognized Zifeng's behavior and personality so far, but he was forced to be proficient by Zifeng. This is not a good thing. It split his body and heart. , deep pain emerges.Zifeng's deceit and betrayal at the beginning were like rubbish in his heart, but he actually longed to be with such a person...

Be a good boy... That sentence came to my ears again in the haze.

No, I'm bad, I'm bad as mud, bad... I'm sorry, Father.He is trash.Messy tears flowed unscrupulously, Fang Zheng thought to himself, but I am happy.

People are always weak.It is undeniable that this is the weak time when Fang Zheng's two lives can be ranked in the top three in the past twenty years.Whether it is physical dependence or mental sinking.He sins and enjoys, just like the drunken life and dream of death in later generations.In the prehistoric years unknown to the world, in a small wooden house with the young man who loved him fervently.When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows.Shanyue doesn't know what's in her heart.

Strong desire to survive, change, change, change...