[Quick Transmigration] There is always one for you

When Murong Ziqi entered the capital, he was picked up by someone sent by the queen. Every time he got used to it after an hour, it was not so difficult to accept.

When Murong Ziqi left, his clothes were neat, and there were no suspicious marks on his body. His spirit had recovered well, and he was in a good mood because he had returned home.

As the son of a general, Duan Ming himself has no official position, so of course he cannot enter the palace to accompany Murong Ziqi when he has nothing to do.

Duan Ming returned to the General's Mansion, together with Xing Lan Cang Yue, he arranged the two of them by his side.

It is impossible to say that Duan Ming has no intentions for the two of them. The humanoid antidote is by his side, and the emotional cultivation of the mission target should not be missed. Of course, he must stay by his side and have a good taste.

After returning to the mansion, life was quite peaceful, Murong Ziqi had no chance to leave the palace for several days, but the news he inquired was that Duan Ming had been alone all this time, and it was still the same as before.

How did Duan Ming spend these days?It's still the same old method, jerking off... After an hour, Duan Ming felt that his arm muscles were going to be stiff.

It's not that he doesn't have the opportunity to eat the people around him, and it's not that no one crawls on his bed, he's just a little tired of eating, and wants to clear his stomach and feel like eating fast.

People's tastes will change, but Cang Yun and Xing Lan will come out to show him every time the effect of his medicine occurs, because after all, this is the general's mansion where people come and go, in case the little girl finds out that he is prostitution It's inexplicable to do this kind of thing.

Suddenly he hated this medicine a little bit, because the self-control he was so proud of seemed to be helpless, and he would definitely be able to hold back if he wanted to, even though he usually indulged himself.

Once or twice, according to the frequency of seizures every two days, Murong Ziqi was finally released from the palace during Duan Ming's fifth seizure. He said no, during the period he tried to escape, and finally fainted and woke up, and continued to faint and wake up. In the middle, Duan Ming fed him porridge mouth to mouth, and held him for him when the two merged into one. The urinal solved his physical problems for him, and more often he was incontinent because of the coming of pleasure...

For three whole days, Murong Ziqi would be pressured by Duan Ming to do it almost every hour. Sure enough, a little abstinence erupted and became even more terrifying.

While playing, Duan Ming forgot the time, while playing, Murong Zichen approached his brother because his brother went crazy and didn't go home.

"Ziqi, you've been bothering Duan Ming for so long, and your mother has been talking about when you came back, and when your relationship with Duan Ming became so good, how come I don't know?" Murong Zichen sat on the bedside and looked helplessly all the time. Murong Ziqi, who refuses to get out of bed, refuses to get up at any time, Duan Ming is used to it. In the past, even if the empress doted on Ziqi, she would not let him sleep until lunch time.

"Huh? Isn't our relationship always good? It's just that we didn't show it before." Murong Ziqi waved his hand and said disapprovingly. Who knows if the relationship between the two of them growing up together is good, but suddenly they became close. It's not that unreasonable, as long as you keep your mouth shut and refuse to admit it, it will be fine.

"All right, all right, you guys have a good relationship." Murong Zichen nodded helplessly as he acknowledged Ziqi's words, "Then when do you think you're going back to the palace?"

Murong Ziqi looked at Murong Zichen with some grievances. He hadn't gotten out of bed since he left the palace and hadn't played with anything. Didn't he just let Duan Ming play with him for two days? He will be pissed off if he is brought back to the palace!

Duan Ming saw Murong Ziqi glaring at him where Murong Zichen couldn't see, and couldn't help touching his nose, coughing, he couldn't hold back for a while, and he definitely wouldn't do so much next time.

Duan Ming patted Murong Zichen's shoulder and explained for Murong Ziqi: "Actually, we have been practicing martial arts for the past three days. Last time he went out to hold me back. This time I practiced him well. It's not tiring. Can't you get out of bed now?"

Murong Ziqi looked at Duan Ming with contempt, and turned his head with a cold snort.Hehe, what a drill... Don't be ashamed!

Murong Zichen looked at the interaction between the two curiously. It seems that although the younger brother likes to get close to Duan Ming, the relationship between the two has not improved. Could it be... Did the younger brother suddenly like practicing martial arts?

Murong Zichen was suddenly curious about the experience of the two of them when they left, how Duan Ming stimulated Murong Ziqi to practice martial arts.

However, it was useless, and Murong Ziqi didn't work hard, and the practice was not superficial. As for the secret code, it was only after experiencing it together that he could understand the deep meaning of the other party.

Duan Ming pulled Murong Zichen out of the dormitory, leaving Murong Ziqi to rest quietly. The two played chess, drank tea and enjoyed flowers in the gazebo by the pond, and Duan Ming even stroked a piece of piano for Murong Zichen on a whim.

In the future world where various systems run rampant, there are all-powerful male gods everywhere. There are only lazy people and no fools. In the system space where time is compressed to the extreme, those who fail are scum who don't want to learn.

The lotus pond is as picturesque as the flowers before and under the moonlight. Two handsome men are playing chess in the gazebo. It is so quiet that this scene can even be pictured.

It was at this time that Murong Ziqi came out. He stood behind the tree, watching his brother and his sweetheart's tacit actions, silently feeling overwhelmed.

Why did Duan Ming and himself do nothing but do it?Because the two of them have no common language?Or is it because Duan Ming is not interested in him at all except his body...

Murong Ziqi fell into deep thought, but Duan Ming raised his head and looked in his direction, but because Murong Ziqi's body was blocked by the tree in front, Duan Ming didn't see anything.

"What's wrong?" Murong Zichen looked at Duan Ming with some doubts after seeing that the chess piece hadn't landed for a long time.

"No, nothing."

Murong Ziqi clenched his fists and pursed his red lips slightly, took a deep breath and turned around, striding away from here.

It doesn't matter whether Duan Ming is interested in him or not, anyway, they won't develop a closer relationship, so that's fine, that's fine...

The best friends were drinking together, and the two seemed to have endless things to say. They chatted from noon until the sun was setting. The two walked back to Duan Ming's courtyard side by side while they were still chatting while eating. Duan Ming's face had a rare With a relaxed and happy expression, Murong Zichen even evoked a big smile, contrary to his usual cold look.

Brother... have you fallen in love with him too?