Fire and theft prevention

It's night, no stars and no moon, the snow is reflected in the window.

Mu Qingjia fell into a light sleep, her smooth and soft hair fell on her shoulders, forming a jade-like neck, and then slowly slid behind her.

Suddenly a pair of hot hands grabbed his face, and then roughly pushed him to the ground.

"division……"

Mu Qingjia was awakened, and immediately touched the junior brother beside him.But there was no one there, and the fresh touch on the skin told him that this was another dream, or a memory.

He opened his eyes wide in panic, but he could only see darkness.

where is thisWho is this person?

The man approached, breathing heavily and hotly on his cheeks, pecking and kissing his brows and eyes anxiously, sucking his eyelashes wet.

Mu Qingjia hurriedly closed her eyes, the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus overflowed from the man's neckline, making him dazed.

"stop!……"

He struggled hard, but the man's hands clasped his wrists like iron pliers, suppressing all his strength.

The scorching brows and eyes left for a while, and after a short moment, the fiery lips embraced his lips.Mu Qingjia's eyes were wide open, the man's tongue forcefully pierced through his flesh|lips and teeth, stirring and sucking eagerly.

A fear of being eaten from the inside swept over him, and he sulked at the brutality, biting the man's tongue hard.

The sweet smell of blood instantly filled the whole mouth.Apart from the blood, there was still hot liquid dripping down his cheeks.

Mu Qingjia was startled.

Tears slowly seeped down the mouth and tongue.Fishy sweet and salty are intertwined and entangled, regardless of you and me.

The taste of tears...he had tasted it before.

A sorrow overwhelmed him.Mu Qingjia knew the man's name, but didn't say a word.He just wrapped around the other's tongue, his arms hooked around his neck.

The man acted more violently.He almost bit Mu Qingjia's two lips with his teeth, swallowed them in and let them out.

The soft lips were red and swollen from being sucked and bitten, covered with tooth marks, and shivered in the air with a lustrous luster.

The man held the pricked meat|lips pitifully again, licked them tenderly, lingering on the tooth marks, lingering.

A rough and soft kiss.

A hot and wet kiss.

Mu Qingjia gently wiped away the tears on the man's cheeks, and smiled silently.

Sure enough, what he thought about but didn't dare to think about before was that the cold and soft lips of junior brother are very suitable for kissing.

The night breeze sent the mountain of cinnamon into the darkness of confinement, mixed with the smell of the man.He melted into the rich fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, all five senses were confused, and the only thing that was clear was the person connected to him.

A silent pantomime is staged in the darkness that no one knows, and a faint determination is permeated in the lingering lingering death.

It was the first time, but it also seemed like... the last time.

That's why it's so intense and crazy, as if it's a lifelong longing.

When she woke up from the dream, Mu Qingjia's cheeks were rosy, and she was still panting lightly.

Everything seemed to have just happened, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was fantasy, memory or a dream.

He slowly pulled away from the hand that overlapped with Huo Wei, and after a moment of silence, he touched his crotch without any trace.

——It was bulging.

He just didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

What should be laughed at is that the soul-returning wood has given him a perfectly normal body. Although he has not yet felt the body, he already has the conditions for the joy of fish and water.

What should cry is that the object of his fantasy is actually the Buddha sitting next to him!

It's fine if the object of the sex dream is a man, after all, this tendency is innate, and he must have been shocked by it before his death, but now he just forgot, so there is no need to be shocked by the same thing again.

But the problem is...

Mu Qingjia took a sneak peek at the human-shaped stove beside him, and felt that the sense of guilt set off a wave of wind and waves, blowing him upside down.

The younger brother who does not enter strangers and does not eat the fireworks of the world; the younger brother who was rebellious when he was young, and the younger brother who looks down upon the world.

It is a sin to covet such a proud son of heaven.

Not to mention that the one who covets the flesh|body of the junior is the senior who watched him grow up.

Mu Qingjia couldn't help but think, who is the younger brother to him?

He once thought that Huo Wei was the person who lived the longest in his life, his beloved family, friend, and rival.

But now it seems that my body doesn't feel that way.

With a wry smile in his heart, he sat up, recited the "Qing Xin Jue" he had collected from the corner of his memory, and waited quietly for the fire of desire to go out.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

"Why, remember?"

Mu Qingjia was so horrified that he almost took off on the ground, the ashes rekindled and blew on his heart.His mind was overwhelmed, and he couldn't understand what Huo Wei said.

What do you remember?What is he implying?Could that dream be...

"Think, what do you think of?" He pretended to be calm, his voice trembling.

"Puppet art." Huo Wei didn't know why he made such a fuss, "What else could it be?"

"……Oh."

A heart fell back into the stomach, sinking.

Huo Wei grabbed his hand impatiently, and wrote: {When you were young, you made many puppets, and there are many puppets that are more delicate than this one.It's not difficult for you to swap puppet commands without alarming the creator. }

It was only then that Mu Qingjia realized that his junior brother had waited so long because he was waiting for him to act.However, the previous period of time was wasted by him in love, thinking of this, he couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose guiltily.

Seeing this, Huo Wei cast a disdainful look, and said mockingly: {It's because I overestimated senior brother. }

When it comes to the dignity of being a senior brother, Mu Qingjia immediately threw other emotions out of the sky and wrote: {I can't be troubled.Draw the runes on the axe, I can't see them clearly. }

"Say it early."

Huo Wei snorted lightly when the aggressive method was successful, and observed the knife and axe fighters outside the iron prison and magic circle without any trace, and drew the rune in the palm of his hand.

When the coin-shaped rune appeared in Mu Qingjia's heart, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen a similar style of rune somewhere.

Maybe it's someone I knew before my death.He thought about it.

Then, he discovered the strangeness of this copper coin-shaped rune, and wrote: {This is a residual talisman.Are you sure you read it all? }

{convinced. } Huo Wei replied, {Is there a solution? }

{Have. }

Mu Qingjia solved one stroke and then another stroke. It lasted for about a stick of incense, but he still hadn't deduced all the solutions.

Although the lines drawn with his fingers are somewhat deviated, Huo Wei has been familiar with him since he was a child, and he has a rough understanding of the meaning of the talisman. It is not cumbersome to ask him when he is in doubt.

The deeper Mu Qingjia's understanding of this copper coin rune became, the more he felt something was wrong.

The deeper Faxiu goes in the way of runes, the more he will form his own unique insights and create unique runes.Generally, the style of Dharma Cultivation Runes is the same. After all, no one will deliberately change three or four styles in a rune, fight wits and courage with the air, and work hard to make life difficult for themselves.

However, although this rune looks like a copper coin on the outermost side, when you look inside, each layer is different from the upper layer, which is definitely done deliberately by Fa Xiu.

——As if, deliberately concealing his style, not wanting to be recognized.

And this person expended so much thought, just for a simple puppet technique, and even deliberately erased the other half of the effect, leaving a residual talisman.

some meaning.

{difficult? } Seeing that he was slow in explaining, Huo Wei asked.

An excited smile curled up on Mu Qingjia's lips: "He's a master."

Huo Wei's expression became a little more dignified, confirming his guess.

After another incense stick of time, the rune was cracked.Mu Qingjia raised his hand to wipe off the fine sweat from his forehead, his smile was brimming with joy, and he felt like he hadn't met his opponent so much in a long time.

When a puppet walked stiffly past the iron railing, the lights hanging on the wall flickered slightly.An inconspicuous spark fell out of the lamp and landed on the copper coin rune on his back, smelting a new totem and tampering with the lines of the rune.

Its patrolling steps didn't stop for a moment, but something had changed secretly.

Then came the second, third... Huo Wei followed the lines left in his mind, and tampered with the runes of all five ax puppets in the same way.

The first "eye" of the city lord has been pulled out.Now, even if Mu Qingjia is holding his junior brother to sing and dance in the prison, the knives, axes and puppets will not be alarmed at all.

And the next thing they faced was how to break through the prison without touching the runes.

"Ah."

Huo Wei raised his wrist suggestively, the "Heshi Bracelet" glowed brightly in Mu Qingjia's spiritual eyes, and the golden and blue luster shuttled through it at a high speed.

He didn't know why, but he still grasped and released the bracelet according to his junior brother's wishes, and with a slight "click", the restriction on the fire aura was lifted.

Huo Wei rubbed his wrists, the manic golden flame rushed out of his dantian, his limbs and bones were restless, and the candles in the room turned into dazzling gold.

"Stay away." He said in a deep voice.

The flames were scorching, and Mu Qingjia took three steps back before feeling better.

The golden flame instantly wrapped Huo Wei's entire right arm, and the flesh and blood body was smelted and forged in the fireworks, turning a steel-like color, as if it was not flesh and blood, but a sword.

He moved his right wrist, as if the Underworld Butterfly Sword was pulling out a sword flower.

Chi-

The flames shot out, not at the iron prison, but at the stone wall on one side of the prison.

Huo Wei's entire arm was inserted into the rock, and under the soaring golden flame, the hard rock layer suddenly opened up, opening up a passage.

From the beginning to the end, the talisman paper covered with iron railings has not been disturbed.

"Follow." He glanced at Mu Qingjia.

Mu Qingjia froze, chased after and put the He Shi bracelet back on his junior brother's wrist.He stepped on the still warm stone slab, recalling the sword just now in his mind.

That's right, that's not the talisman, but the sword intent of the younger brother.

One of the most important reasons why sword cultivators are obsessed with swords is that swords are the basis of their powerful attack power.If there is no natal spirit sword in the body, and there is spiritual energy in the air, sword repair is no different from an eagle that has lost its wing, and it is difficult to fly high.

The younger brother's Underworld Butterfly Sword was taken away, not only did he not lose his mind, but he managed to turn his arm into a sword and break through the cage.

full of confidence.Confidence in himself is the sword itself.

The combination of human and sword, the perfect way of swordsmanship.

Mu Qingjia vaguely remembered that it was because the master had reached the ultimate state of swordsmanship and vaguely realized that his ascension was imminent, so he had the intention of inheriting the mantle, and accepted the four brothers and sisters.

Soaring.

Looking at the blazing fire in front of him, he felt that a spoonful was scooped out of his heart, which was not painful or itchy, but a little empty and lonely.