Dijun, times have changed

Huang Wuji didn't know what he was doing at all, his mind was muddled.He only felt hot, but the cool skin of the person under him made him unable to restrain himself from wanting to stick it on.

The leader leaned over, spraying the scorching breath on Dijun's cheeks and neck.

The emperor of the main story was stunned, looking at the leader who was close at hand, there was a commotion in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The young emperor blushed and murmured, "He, he, he, why is he like this."

Tianzun squinted his eyes and told the true emperor to turn over and push down the leader.It is rare for the gods to unite the front with the gods.Seeing that the emperor of the main story was not moving, he even started to compete with the main story for control of his body.

"Cut." Mozun cast a look at Tianzun and Shenzun disdainfully, and then licked his lips sullenly: "Well, it's not impossible for the leader to like to be on it."

The abstinent Buddha Emperor did not join the quarrel, but at some point there was a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, and his slender fingers fiddled with the beads in order in a fast rhythm.

Water droplets dripped from the leader's body, and some water droplets sank into the chest and abdomen along the texture of the muscles.

Dijun raised his hand and supported his thin waist.

The leader gave a low laugh, leaned close to Dijun's ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you very active?" His lips touched Dijun's ear.

The emperor moved his ears, turned his face sideways, and slightly distanced himself from the leader.He looked towards the leader.

On the flushed face, the lacquer-like eyes are completely dominated by Qinggu, revealing watery light and bewilderment.The already disheveled clothes slid off his shoulders, revealing most of his fair skin.There are two bright red spots on the chest, like red plums in the snow.

Not only the emperor's body, but also other versions in the sea of ​​consciousness, at the same moment, stagnation of breathing.

Desolation followed the needs of his body, looking for a place to bury his Gu Qianwang.

I don't know which planner gave him the skill to light up, but he skillfully separated Dijun's legs.

Mozun: "This is not right."

The young emperor almost jumped up: "What is the main story doing? You are moving."

The emperor of Zhengchuan tightened his hands holding the leader unhurriedly, he was surprised by the leader's initiative.If the leader can not stare at his rear, the emperor doesn't mind stripping naked and playing with the leader for a whole day.

One second, Huang Wuji was still tugging on the belt of the person in front of him, and the next second he felt the world spinning.

His eyes met the hazy sky and a handsome face.

With one hand, Dijun pressed the leader's two arms on top of his head, and with the other hand he took off the obstructive belt along his open robe.

【Do you know? 】With all the senses open, different versions of emperors can feel the undiminished feelings of the body.Mozun breathed harder, stared at his palm and said [You can let me out, let me come. 】

Zhengzhuan is not affected by him at all, and concentrates on manipulating the things in his palm.

In the deep pool, an 800-year-old dragon fish trembles at the bottom of the water.Listening to Gao Kou Shen whispering from the shore, Arowana spit out two bubbles silently.Its clean pool water has been polluted in this way.

And it, apart from being a non-existent salted fish at the bottom of the pond, doesn't even catch a cold.Because it is afraid that if it takes the lead, the long life it has cultivated with great difficulty will end in the 887th year, and it can't even make up 888.

The spiritual energy in the air quickly gathered, like a huge spiritual ball.In an instant, the spiritual power ball exploded with a "bang", and the vigorous spiritual power scattered cheerfully in all directions.

The leader's slender neck was raised high, his toes were curled up, and a handful of the emperor's white hair was clutched in his hand, and his whole body danced like a fully drawn bow.

The emperor half-closed his eyes, lying on his side beside the leader, his breathing changed from short to long, as if he was reminiscing about the experience just now.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, other versions of emperors occupy different corners, either sitting or lying down, no dialogue, no eye contact, a rare quiet scene.

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The rustling sound reached the teacher's ears.

Of course he knew what the sound was, but couldn't he hear that it was the sound of Dijun putting on clothes?

But at this moment, Huang Wuji very, very hoped that he would not hear it.Not only would he not be able to hear it, but he'd better fall asleep, sound asleep, kind of unconscious.

But the fact is that Desolation has awakened, and it is very sober.He even knew how to close his eyes, adjust his breathing, and pretend he wasn't awake.

What to do, his few remaining memories are full of erotic pictures.The protagonists are him and Dijun.

It's hard to imagine that a god who looks so ascetic actually pulls out something bigger than him.The leader jealously imagined that this must be a dimensionality reduction attack from the world of xianxia to the world of martial arts.

No, no, the fact that the emperor is bigger is not the point.The point is that he and Dijun had an intimate contact beyond normal friends.

Reminiscent of Dijun being his fan of the game, Huang Wuji felt guilty for being a fan for no reason.No, it cannot be counted that way.They didn't fuck anyone at all, at most it was a little expressive and friendly exchange between two male NPCs.Commonly known as fighting each other.

This is normal.

That's right, it's normal.

Huang Wuji, who had been building his mind for a long time, quietly opened his eyes, and only then did he regain his composure, and found that Dijun was face to face with him.

I don't know how long he watched it.

Huang Wuji's ears were flushed red: "You knew I was awake?"

Seeing his embarrassment, Dijun narrowed his eyes and said, "Just now."

Huang Wuji supported his body and sat up. His clothes were padded under his body, but they were extremely clean, and there was no suspicious liquid that should have been stained on them.It's just that compared with the clean clothes, his body is more miserable.

The thighs, chest, and waist were covered with ambiguous red marks. Seeing these marks, the picture of the erotic album began to flicker before the eyes of the leader.

Fortunately, apart from looking miserable, he didn't have that sticky feeling on his body.Presumably it was cleaned.

Clear, rationalize, pass.

The leader paused in dressing, and then pretended to be calm and buckled the wrong belt.He asked with a weak voice: "Did we encounter some kind of unknown..." miasma, toxin?

The leader tried to find a closer word.

Dijun spoke almost at the same time as him: "Someone plotted against us."

"Conspiracy?" The leader looked at Dijun suddenly: "Is there anyone in Xinshou Village who can conspire against you?" His tone was very surprised.

Dijun didn't know how to explain it to the leader, and it was all because of his different versions trying to find trouble for him.Even now, other versions are eyeing up in his sea of ​​consciousness, fighting against him for control of his body every second.

If he is not careful, maybe the next second, the person who talks to the leader will be replaced.

"Something happened." Dijun said vaguely, "You took the medicine. The person who gave the medicine was accidentally killed by me. I was also taken the medicine, so—"

"Ahem." The leader cleared his throat: "Okay, I get it. To put it simply, we have been tricked, but we are fine now." He completely omitted the process, as if there would be no such beautiful scene lingering.

It took a long time for Dijun to say "hmm".

The leader was eager to get rid of the embarrassing atmosphere, so he picked up a topic at random, and asked, "What are we going to do next? I don't think it's good to practice in the dungeon. What if we are plotted again? And..." He Pursing his lips, he said reluctantly: "I have to admit, I may not be suitable for cultivation. I can't feel the so-called aura at all, and I even feel sleepy as soon as I practice."

Dijun: "It means his exercises are not good, I'll change some for you."

The leader gave Dijun a strange look: "His? Didn't you sort it out for me?"