little general

My waist, Bai Lang," He Qiu whispered next to Bai Lang's ear, and his thin kisses moved down along the arc of his jaw. When He Qiu spoke, his warm breath swept over his sensitive ears ambiguously By the side, Bai Lang only felt a numbness on the back of his neck, and the slightly moist feeling took over his sense of touch.

Last night, He Qiu was not satisfied.

Not crazy enough, not fun enough, not hysterical enough, as if there was still a lot of nervous energy about to break out, and I was dragged into the black and sweet quagmire of sleep.

"Let's do it again," He Qiu casually brushed back the broken hair around his ears, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were completely exposed to Bai Lang's sight. He Qiu was originally very pure, but he didn't know when, There was a charming look on that pale face—it sounds weird, but someone can perfectly combine charm and purity.

His body has already started to rub against Bai Lang unconsciously. Bai Lang is stiff there, and he doesn't know how to move his hands. He Qiu guides one of his hands to hold his waist, and the other hand to touch his chest.

"If you don't know what to do," he said with a smile, "it's all right. I like it when you touch me."

"Ah..." Bai Lang agreed with difficulty. He Qiu's hair made his face itchy, but he seemed to have lost the ability to react, and he was at He Qiu's mercy.

They started to kiss, it was the kind of kiss that seemed to tear the soul out of each other's body and then feasted on it, tongue and tongue were entangled together, wishing to occupy the other party as a part of themselves, and just as He Qiu held his hand When it was slowly inserted into Bai Lang's clothes, a strange noise suddenly came from the kitchen.

Bai Lang, who was originally nervous, almost jumped up now. If he was the prototype at this time, then the hair all over his body would explode into a ball—even He Qiu was almost thrown out by him by mistake. He was quite responsive, and in the next second he picked up He Qiu firmly and held him horizontally in his arms.

"Porridge, porridge is coming out, I have to go over." Bai Lang hugged He Qiu at a loss, his face was full of helplessness despite his apparently capable and ruthless appearance, He Qiu snorted and finally completely Letting Bai Lang go, he rolled over and got off the ground, giving Bai Lang another peck kiss, "Go, go, I'll get dressed."

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When He Qiu entered the room, Bai Lang finally felt the air he was sucking in again. He walked into the kitchen with a sullen face, turned down the fire, cleaned the stove carefully, and then took out a small bottle with an old-fashioned style from his pocket. , Pour all the white powder inside into the casserole.

"Hey...be healthy." Bai Lang said to himself unconsciously, this habit formed at some time accompanied him many nights spent alone, he scratched his head, "Live longer... at last Such a long life."

Although Bai Lang occupies the top of Lanshan Mountain, he is really not a particularly powerful monster. Fortunately, he has lived for a long time, has some treasures, and has two friends, so he can pour that hundred-day powder into the porridge extravagantly—— You know, as long as you use it enough, that thing is enough to make a newborn puppy have some spiritual consciousness, and it can revive a monster whose soul is sealed, and it is more precious than gold.

But now Li Bailang actually uses such precious things to keep He Qiu's longevity, the extravagance is comparable to ancient subjugated emperors.

Bai Lang sometimes thought, if he were the emperor and Liu Qing was a concubine, he might be able to do such things as Fenghuo and the princes, and then watch the whole country fall apart in his hands, probably he would not have any resentment. The emperor who people laugh at is probably just too persistent--it's a pity, a pity, sex can't be king.

He smiled indifferently, stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon, and covered the pot.

Nothing is very important to Bai Lang, except Liu Qing.He will never forget how the bony Liu Qing staggered up to him and fed him food when he was wounded by the demon hunter, and he would never forget Liu Qing's weak smile at that time—maybe he was At that time, it had already fallen, and other people could no longer see him, but he didn't notice it.

The steamed buns were cold and hard, but the life-saving food was better than anything he had eaten on the mountain, but he couldn't stay there for too long, lest the stinky Taoist find Liu Qing's when he found him Trouble, he left his own scent on Liu Qing, and then ran away without looking back - I wonder if Liu Qing was angry at that time?

Angrily, he fed his only remaining food to a wolf, making his hope of life even more elusive, and finally had to be sold to a restaurant, but fortunately, he survived.

What was so painful for Liu Qing was redemption for him.

He took out the porridge, sprinkled some chopped green onions, and walked towards the dining room while yelling to eat. He Qiu was watching TV in the living room. When he saw Bai Lang coming out, he changed the channel and greeted him as if nothing had happened.

Bai Lang frowned. He Qiu's movements were quick, but his eyes were even faster. The person who fell on the ground on the TV was not one of He Qiu's boyfriends.

It is impossible to say that there is no grievance in his heart, but it is far from making him uncomfortable, he turned his head and stared at the TV, but He Qiu forced him to sit down, "Stop watching TV, eat and eat! It’s full of these unnutritious TV shows early in the morning, how can women like to watch this kind of thing.”

"TV drama?" Bai Lang didn't understand, he served He Qiusheng porridge, and handed him the buns he bought.After He Qiu took it, he took a hard bite, "It's the love affairs. You love me, I don't love you, I love him, he doesn't love me. I really don't know what's so good about it."

He Qiu is really a natural born master of acting skills, he spoke without blushing, and held the porridge firmly in his hands, not nervous at all, but many thoughts flashed through his mind.

The man is dead...

He Qiu didn't like that man, that man looked too rascal, and his stalking skills were better than anyone else's, and he couldn't get rid of him. This made He Qiu remember a man's name——Zhou Qi.

dead...

He narrowed his eyes, and the bowl in front of him blocked his expression - he remembered that the person who died like this last time was also his ex-boyfriend.

Coincidence?

I don't know why he subconsciously hid it from Bai Lang. He Qiu and Bai Lang talked and laughed happily. A meal made Bai Lang laugh several times. He stared at Bai Lang with a pulse and smiled.

"Don't look at me." Bai Lang was uncomfortable being watched, he buried his head in his porridge, "Eat, it will be cold in a while."

He Qiu felt hot in his heart, "You are really virtuous."

Bai Lang felt awkward, and said with a paralyzed face, "...Xianhui is not used to talk about men."

"Okay, okay." He Qiu giggled, "It hurts, okay?"

Bai Lang lowered his head and took a big gulp of porridge, stuffing his cheeks to the brim, pretending that he had nothing to answer, his ears glistening red, he turned his head away from He Qiu, He Qiu stretched out his hand to grab Bai Lang's forehead with an ouch Broken hair, pretending to be wronged, "I was wrong, I was wrong, let's eat."

The atmosphere was just right, but as he was talking, his face suddenly flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the unfinished words stuck in his throat and turned into a hissing sound. Bai Lang still thought he was making trouble and didn't want to say anything. In a second, He Qiu's hand was released, and his whole arm hit the table, knocking the porridge to the ground. He Qiu twitched and rolled down from the chair. The situation was so sudden that Bai Lang couldn't react at all.

"What's wrong with you!!" Bai Lang rushed up to hug He Qiu. He Qiu's face was abnormally red, and cold sweat slid from his forehead to his neck. In just a few seconds, his clothes were already soaked in sweat. .Bai Lang had never been so flustered before, Han Gu and Zhan Xingzi had already opened the balcony door and rushed in when they heard the noise, Bai Lang looked at them helplessly, Han Gu suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God... what a fucking scent of flowers! !"

The hall was filled with the fragrance of flowers at some point, Bai Lang hugged He Qiu to bed, covered him with a quilt, a layer of sweat leaked out of his expressionless face.

Zhan Xingzi looked solemn, he took out a strange compass from his clothes, muttered for a while and said, "Wang, there is a very strong flower demon nearby."

"Where is it?" Bai Lang took out a few tissues from the bedside table to wipe off He Qiu's cold sweat, and asked with a cold face, "What does he want to do...negotiate with him."

The astrologer hesitated for a few seconds, bit his finger and drew a strange symbol on the compass, the compass flashed a dazzling light, but after a while, the light shattered, and the astrologer lowered his head, " I don't know where it is, it doesn't look like a physical flower demon."

The temperature in the room suddenly approached freezing point, Bai Lang softly pressed a kiss on He Qiu's forehead, "Han Gu, you guard He Qiu, I will go out with Zhan Xingzi to have a look."

"Why me..." Han Gu muttered reluctantly, but finally knelt down on one knee and said in a low voice, "Yes."

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"Wait, king." Zhan Xingzi looked distressed, the scars on his face were extremely ferocious, Bai Lang glanced at him, nodded silently, then he took out another jug ​​of wine from his waist, and poured it After a few mouthfuls, he wiped his mouth with a blushing face, and when he turned around, he turned into a huge compass floating in the air.

"Damn it, it's taking credit again." Han Gu rolled his eyes, "Isn't it just changing into a real body? Look at that expression, tsk tsk, it's like cutting flesh, hypocritical."

"It's better than you don't even have a chance to pretend," a drunken voice floated from the compass, the compass turned rapidly, the strange luster seemed to take away the brilliance of the sky and the earth, the streamer was flying in the air, He Qiu in his sleep Seeming to be soothed at last, he no longer trembled, but turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

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