Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

The Qin family sent away all the guests.

After that, Qin Feng's main formation, Juling Formation, was held for 49 days.

After 49 days, Yanmen Zun came out.He picked up Qin's parent's knife again, and the knife looked a lot heavier, and he could no longer sweep away the aura of the prosperous period when he swung the knife.The children of the Qin family were all terrified when they saw it, for fear that the Patriarch would be angry.But Qin Ye faced the reality that his spiritual power was greatly damaged, but he lost the impatience he used to fight for, and accepted it calmly.

The moment he saw the eldest sister in the water prison, Qin Ye's spiritual consciousness, which was tortured to the point of losing his will to survive, flashed back in an instant. The elder sister's words "I'm coming" were more effective than any spell, and he instinctively calmed his spiritual consciousness. Relaxing his body, he knew that he was rescued, and he knew that he would be protected and live.

Seeing the ruins of the Burning Bone Array more than 20 years ago, he was not without shame, and as a Yanmen Venerable, he must never admit that he was ungrateful. After more than 20 years, the moment he saw his elder sister again, his body suddenly loosened, and he was alive. Many things are not worth giving up everything to get.

On the first day he walked out of the Spirit Gathering Formation, he confessed his guilt and resigned from the position of Patriarch, and elected his cousin Qin Feng Lou Lanjun to be promoted to Immortal Venerable.

Qin Feng refused to accept it.

After going back and forth several times, the position of Patriarch of Yanmen Zun was not resigned after all.However, the two brothers, who have been at odds for many years, can finally get along peacefully after some tossing.

Qin Feng no longer travels far away all the year round. Every time the Qin family hunts, Lord Lou Lan of the Qin family no longer hides behind and follows behind, but shows up to help. The disciples demonstrate hunting skills.

What's interesting is that there will always be a gray-robed monk appearing next to him. He doesn't seem to be very capable and cultivated. He happily follows Lord Loulan around in the hunting ground, which makes people worry that the little monk will Slow down or have an accident.Fortunately, the little monk used his wonderful footwork time and time again to prove that he was definitely a merciful stream in the hunting ground.

This is something to do later, press no table.

Saying goodbye to Lord Lou Lan and leaving the Qin family, He Yan and Hangche traveled half the way with the second senior brother, and then went to Wuliang Valley alone.

It was almost morning when the two of them returned to Anxiang Academy.

The frost was flying fast on the road, and Hang Che had been holding his waist. His waist was very sensitive, and he pushed Hang Che's hand away funny, and then put it on again. After doing this several times, he felt that Hang Che Che was in a bad mood.

Turning his head to look at Hang Che, he saw that Hang Che's eyes were not as indifferent as before, but there were some emotions that could not be hidden even though he tried hard to restrain them.The night was coming to an end, the moon was dark without stars, it was the darkest moment before dawn, Hang Che's eyes were filled with heavy and deep darkness, He Yan didn't know what Hang Che was anxious about, he grabbed Hang Che's hand and asked: "What’s wrong with you?"

Hang Che said: "Come home with me."

He Yan laughed: "Just for this? Isn't this just going home?"

Hang Che stopped talking again, and the speed of frost flow accelerated. The high-altitude wind made his clothes rattle, but there was no wind on his face. It was Hang Che who carefully sacrificed the barrier.

This speed is too fast, why is Hang Che so anxious all of a sudden?

Pushing open the door of the main house in the evening of the moon, He Yan stepped forward with one leg, when she was pressed against the door vigorously, and the delicate kiss fell down intensely and repressively.

They were connected with each other, and it was the time when love was so strong that it was easy to arouse lust. Hang Che lowered his head and buried He Yan's neck, and He Yan naturally raised his neck emotionally, showing his throat.

The skirt of the clothes was pulled slightly to the sides, and the kiss that fell on his neck was eager and intense, from the collarbone all the way up.Those two cool lips first followed the collarbone from the outside to the inside one bite at a time, and then stopped at the Adam's apple and gnawed repeatedly.At the beginning, there was still some restraint of a scholar in the past, and then the force became stronger and stronger. He Yan felt the slightest pain, as if an electric current had passed through her. , He Yan was bitten unbearably, she let out a "hmm", and then let out a low moan.

This initial atmosphere is obviously the prelude to a big battle. He Yan was easily aroused from the beginning of the war drum. Caressing Hang Che's straight back, he went around to the top, stuck into his collar, and was about to caress that smooth back, but was caught by his hand.

"He didn't want to, why didn't he let it go?" He Yan was a little confused for a moment, she turned her head to look at Hang Che, but her jaw was bitten.

Hang Che's breathing was different from the strong one when he was in love in the past, but a little short, and He Yan called out with some doubts: "Yao Xian?"

Hang Che seemed dissatisfied that he still had the mind to speak at this moment, so he kissed his lips in one gulp.

"Hmm..." Hang Che swallowed what He Yan wanted to ask.

There was his favorite taste and wetness between his lips and teeth. He loosened his jaw cooperatively and let Hang Che in. The intrusive lips and tongue were more intense than the beginning of the past, even the most passionate, no matter the kissing method or strength.He used to respond with a back kiss, but his tongue was held in his mouth, forcing him to open his mouth weakly and let Hang Che do what he wanted.

Although Hang Che was somewhat domineering in matters of love, he was never unilaterally domineering. Whether it was a mild wind or a drizzle, or a torrential rain, he always proceeded calmly and calmly. He had never been so eager.

He Yan tried hard to recall, but couldn't find anything that stimulated Hang Che that day. Combined with Hang Che's eagerness on the way home, He Yan found that Hang Che was really abnormal today.

He gently pushed Hang Che, wanting to have a good talk with him, but Hang Che grabbed both hands and pressed one on the door.

He was forced to open his shoulders widely, as if the prey nailed to the door was waiting to be tasted and violated. This posture of completely losing the dominance made him slightly uncomfortable, and at the same time, a strange excitement rushed to the sky.

The impact of the two sensations made him a little dizzy, his eyes were forced to glisten, and the corners of his eyes were a little hot, he was a little nervous and a little expectant.However, his thought power was pure, at this moment, he still remembered to ask what happened to Hang Che, so he found Hang Che's eyes.

So, he saw Hang Che's pious and straightforward eyes.

He Yan's scalp exploded, and she instantly understood what Hang Che meant. He always thought that Hang Che was not ready.In terms of love affairs, he half-accustomed and half-enjoyed to let Hang Che take the lead, and all he wanted was to let Hang Che gradually get used to this kind of hustle and bustle between men.

The two always properly control the last step in love affairs, that is, they are trying, adapting and waiting.

In fact, He Yan has been waiting for Hang Che to adapt and relax...

Unexpectedly, actually...

He Yan's breath was unsteady, and the words she spoke were with a strong trill: "Wait...Hang Che, don't worry, Yaoxian, do you really want it? Uh..."

It's not necessary for him to speak clearly, just the word "want", and Hang Che can understand it.

He Yan heard Hang Che's voice with a strong nasal voice reply him "Yes."

Zhuo Yujun's unusually heavy panting "um" was enough for He Yan to fully understand the straightforward and earnest desire inside.

This... is not easy to handle.

They stared in the dark, eye to eye, nose to nose.

Their breaths were intertwined, and the scorching temperature fell on each other's faces.

He Yan swallowed with difficulty, and tentatively called: "Yao Xian, you?"

Hang Che responded by biting his throat.

He Yan wanted to hold Hang Che's face and say a few words, but his hands were still forced to open and pressed against the door. The force that imprisoned his hands was very strong. Instead of breaking free, he struggled. Encountered more powerful confinement.

He realized something, and tried to turn his head away to avoid Hang Che's bite, but was bitten by a more aggressive chase.

He seemed to understand a little bit, as long as he refused a little bit, Hang Che would become more eager.He relieved the force in a funny way. Originally, his whole body was softened by the kiss, and his body became more sensitive after the force was relieved.

I felt that the two hands that were originally pressed high were moved down by Hang Che, and they were still pressed against the door.He thought that Hang Che had finally calmed down, but he didn't want to, the skirts on both sides slipped, Hang Che lowered his hands, but wanted to take off his clothes.

The placket slid down the two shoulders, hanging barely, revealing a large area of ​​skin on the chest, which was white in the darkness.

The delicate kiss fell on her chest, and He Yan shuddered unbearably.

He said in a low voice: "Hang Che, don't worry, let me go first, I won't go."

After a lot of coaxing, the confinement force on one of his hands finally loosened a little, while his other hand was still pressed against the door.

He got back some free right hand and held Hang Che's hand back slowly and reassuringly until Hang Che let go of him slightly.His fingertips moved upwards along Hang Che's arm, moving gently, making Hang Che feel his obedience, moved to the position of Hang Che's left shoulder, and he reached out to hold Hang Che's face.

Hang Che, who was buried in his chest, was gnawing at a certain spot on his right side. That spot was so sensitive that He Yan's whole body was soft, and his strength was weak, so that his strength was weak for the first time. , did not move the domineering and persistent head, and then held his face up with all his strength, and pulled up a certain point on the right side that was being bitten, and a piece of skin on his chest was lifted up, and a burst of extreme pain and pleasure came over him. He Yan let out a long "um", and the moans broke down.

His chest arched involuntarily, and he raised his chest as if he was afraid of being bitten and torn off; or as if the pain was unbearable, his muscles collapsed and bulged.

There was still a gleam of clarity in the will that had been crushed in his head, panting and calling Hang Che's name randomly, trying to make Hang Che stop.

"Yoxian... um..."

"Hang Yaoxian...you stop..."

"Hang Che...um..."

"Zhuoyu-jun... Take it easy... ah..."

"Lin Yun..."

"No, you stop...it hurts...well..."

He Yan gasped for breath, and the words that he uttered were fragmented and chaotic, and each sentence ended in an unbearably rising tone, mixed in an increasingly high-pitched moan.

Every time that ray of clarity was on the verge of collapse, and was provoked by Hang Che's abnormal eagerness and intensity, he forcefully woke himself up time and time again.

This process was stalemate, painful and extremely unbearable, as if he was only one step away from being held in heaven, just waiting for himself to disarm.

He Yan anxiously wanted to have a good talk with Hang Che, but Hang Che refused to let him stop at all.

His left chest, which had been swollen and swollen from rubbing, became hot, and it was his turn to be bitten.

This action means that the left side will also receive the same or even more intense love as the right side before, without going through the brain reaction, He Yan's whole body is scorching hot, every inch of skin and nerves are waiting and longing.

Pleasure is like a violent tide, surging against the consciousness, He Yan has been trying to hold Hang Che's hand more and more unable to use his strength, he is powerless against the back of Hang Che's ear, and can't help but let out a loud cry groans.

Between two intertwined gasps, he finally heard Hang Che growl in a low voice: "You are mine."

He Yan answered him almost unconsciously: "Yes."

He Yan didn't have the strength to say a word with a flat tone. He felt that the word "um" was enough to express his meaning, but he didn't want Hang Che to still refuse to let him go. It was like confirmation and punishment, so he took another bite to his left.

He Yan's eyes became hot, and she couldn't help crying.

He Yan was taken aback suddenly when she heard her crying sound, and reached out to touch Hang Che's shoulder.

Hang Che was taken aback by his rejection-like gesture, and raised his head.

Eyes that have adapted to the darkness, let He Yan see clearly the eyes of Hang Che who is close at hand.

There is a strong sense of gain and loss and a piety that is almost worshipful.

He Yan forcefully pulled her ray of clarity, straightened her neck with difficulty to look at Hang Che.

He said, "Hang Che?"

Hang Che and him looked at each other, He Yan thought that Hang Che was finally willing to stop the physical communication and planned to have a civilized conversation with him, he took two long breaths, trying to make his voice sound like he was crying, who knows Only came to say one word - "You..."

"What's wrong with you?" He didn't even have a chance to utter the words completely, so he bit his lip.

Hang Che bit between his lips and teeth, and through his mouth he said to his inner palace and the flesh and blood of his whole body: "You are mine!"

This kind of strong possessive desire and attention to gain and loss fascinates He Yan more than any physical action or aphrodisiac.

He Yan's breath suddenly stagnated, and she forgot to breathe.

Being sucked into the air one by one by Hang Che domineeringly, He Yan was almost about to surrender, but then the fingers that kept hovering somewhere behind him, the repeated probing techniques... He Yan understood vigilantly in the confusion ——Hang Che's abnormality——is confirming his possession of his wife.

Patrolling the territory like a lion king, looking down on the territory like an emperor.

He Yan especially understands this feeling, so why not himself?

A string broke in his head, and he began to face and think about the delicate role between the two seriously: so what if I recognize it?

Zhuo Yujun, who was so abnormally fierce, painful, depressed and strongly worried about gains and losses, really made him feel distressed.

He groaned for a long time in a funny way, and his voice was filled with the impatience of suffering for a long time. When he was sent to the clouds by the mouth suitable for reciting poems and prose, He Yan thought: "Mr. Zhuoyu is really overbearing in this matter." Very bossy, without the slightest elegance of a scholar."