Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

In this small world, Lin Qi and Han Feng have traveled all over the country, and there is nothing more than a fairy couple. When Lin Qi passed away, he also had a satisfied smile on his face.

After waking up from the work cabin, facing the empty surroundings, Lynch felt a huge emptiness in his heart. Just a moment ago, he was fishing with Han Feng on the calm lake. This was the first time he 'grew old' in the small world , not anxious, happy and calm, but the next moment he opened his eyes, looking at the transparent work cabin in front of him, the sense of illusion was never so strong.

As if his life in the small world was but a dream.

Lynch stretched out his hand and touched the transparent cabin roof. The cold touch made him slightly startled. He closed his eyes, and Han Feng's face was so clear in front of him.

Han Feng is old, with silver threads appearing from his black hair, and small wrinkles wrap his sharp eyes, making his gaze even more unfathomable, but whenever he looks at him, it is always so soft, with the corners of his lips His gentle smile was deeply burned in his heart.

This is real.

Everything is true.

He had a very worthwhile time.

"System, let's go."

He wanted to see him again soon.

The roar of the engine flashed past my ears, and the dust raised a piece of yellow sand. Lynch walked out of the passage with a dazed expression. After decades in ancient times, he almost forgot what modern society looks like. The manager beside him People thought he was missing the days when he was in the arena, and said with a smile: "How is it, are you familiar with it?"

The sand smelled in his nostrils, Lynch held his breath for a moment, and said lightly: "I don't remember."

"Haha, you boy," the manager patted him on the back, looking at the winding track, "Xiao Zhong still has two laps, it will be over soon, you should also take a look to see if his style suits you Eyes."

"No need to look," Lynch smiled, "I don't have to choose now."

A water-blue racing car quickly stopped not far away, the door of the racing car opened, and a slender figure got out of the car. The golden lightning on the side of the black helmet reflected dazzling light in the sun, and Lynch squinted his eyes.

The manager said humanely: "Here we come, go quickly!" He had already trotted forward and waved to the front of the racing car, talking excitedly with Zhong Yanzhai who got off the car.

Zhong Yanzhai was wearing a helmet, and looked at Lynch not far away without blinking his eyes. He didn't intend to listen to the manager's words at all, and walked towards Lynch with strides. His steps were too fast and dust was thrown behind him. The manager behind him said "Hey" a few times, and he was so stunned that he forgot to follow.

Lin Qi put his hands in the thin jacket, looked at the tall man in front of him calmly, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down to hide the agitation in his heart.

A pair of clear and bright eyes stared at Lynch through the black helmet. Lynch did not dodge or avoid, and his eyes went straight to meet him. For a moment, there seemed to be invisible sparks flashing in the eyes of the two of them. Zhong Yanzhai raised his hand He took off his helmet, revealing his handsome and unruly face. Sweat flowed from his short black hair down his forehead to his tall nose, "Zhong Yanzhai."

"Lynch." Lynch said softly.

We met again, Lynch said silently in his heart.

"Xiao Zhong," the manager came over after realizing it, and smiled excitedly at Zhong Yanzhai, "You two have already introduced yourself, can I tell you more about it?"

"No need." Zhong Yanzhai lowered the helmet in his hand, and raised his hand to untie the glove. His hand was not enough, and he lowered his head and pulled his teeth hard. His eyes were fixed on Lynch. After pulling his hand out of the glove, he directly Pulling Lynch's hand out of his jacket pocket.

Lynch only felt Zhong Yanzhai's sharp eyes flash past him, and he was pulled away forcefully.

The manager was bewildered, stayed where he was, opened his mouth, took a mouthful of the sand thrown over him, and then closed his mouth... Is there nothing wrong with him?

Zhong Yanzhai took fast steps silently, and pulled Lynch all the way to the lounge of the training ground. When he entered the lounge, he didn't have time to put down his helmet, and directly pushed Lynch to the back of the door, and the metal door made a "bang" sound. Loud noise.

"Hey," Zhong Yanzhai rolled his Adam's apple, "Do you like men or women?"

Lynch was silent for a moment, then said casually, "Just look good."

Zhong Yanzhai smiled, "Do you think I look good?"

Lynch also smiled, casually and lightly, "It's okay."

Zhong Yanzhai directly bowed his head and kissed her vigorously.

The smell of sweat, dust and gasoline mixed on the young man's body is unpleasant and stimulates people's sense of smell, reminiscent of speed and power, very sexy.

Lynch's arms were weakly wrapped around his shoulders, and his fingers were inserted into Zhong Yanzhai's thick short hair. The wet sweat stains stuck to his hands, and the memory of this world was as vivid as yesterday.

Lynch, retired from racing and became a navigator. The driver of his team is Zhong Yanzhai, the hero of this world.

Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai in this world are two completely opposite people.

Lynch, who was born in a grassroots and was rude, became famous at a young age, and he failed halfway. He went around in Vanity Fair, met countless men and women of all kinds, and his favorite was a beautiful and slender model, a well-known vagabond. , The preference of off-site lighting media brought him passion.

Zhong Yanzhai, his mother died young and his father became a monk. Before he became a racing driver, he was a well-deserved good student. Like his penance father, he was a vegetarian and abstinent. He was extremely self-disciplined and harsh. After becoming a racing driver, racing is his lover.

When such two people meet together, it is naturally sparks hitting the earth.

The two people with very different personalities quarreled almost every day in the initial running-in stage, and broke out on the verge of a fight from time to time. In the end, the two gradually got closer and closer, but they didn't even wait for an official match. Before the official match, Lynch Died accidentally while rafting in the wild.

He was the prelude to Zhong Yanzhai's prelude to becoming king, and he left early, leaving only a rest.

The intense kiss made the lips and tongue of the two numb, the body fluid moistened the lips, and even a trace of it flowed to the chin before swallowing. Zhong Yanzhai lowered his head, sucked Lynch's chin, and looked at Lynch enthusiastically, "feeling How about it?"

"Very good," Lynch lowered his hand, pulled the black helmet in Zhong Yanzhai's hand and turned it lightly in his hand, golden lightning flashed by, he said casually, "It's worth a shot."

In the bathroom, Zhong Yanzhai's heavy racing suit fell loosely around his waist, and the black vest was casually thrown on the sink, revealing a strong and strong body without a trace of fat, sweat flowing on his ivory white skin.

Lynch leaned against the wall, groaning and gritting his teeth to hold back the pain in his throat.

'Lynch' was a bum, not the body copied by the League, it was a completely new body of an adult male.

Zhong Yanzhai felt it too.

"First time?" Zhong Yanzhai leaned over, kissed Lynch's ear lightly, and asked with his earlobe in his mouth.

Lynch smiled slightly, and answered according to his personality in this world: "Yes..." After a short pause, he added under Zhong Yanzhai's heavy breathing: "Today is the first time."

Zhong Yanzhai responded directly with force.

The emotion of pity and pity does not apply to Lynch, this is a man as strong as him, as free as a gust of wind, a man that Zhong Yanzhai has never been able to catch in his life.

It was the first time for Lynch to experience such an intense meeting. The satisfaction and joy of being hugged by the people behind him is the best meeting ceremony. It was so real that Lynch wanted to cry. Lynch responded enthusiastically and unreservedly to Zhong Yanzhai .

The sound of inhalation echoed in the quiet bathroom, shaking the eardrums.

The two came unprepared, rough and close to primitive, full of unruly enthusiasm.

Lynch's body and mind were boiling, he couldn't help but squeezed Zhong Yanzhai's arm back, and said in a trembling voice intermittently: "...kiss me..."

Zhong Yanzhai drew back and turned Lynch around, kissed him face to face, and hugged Lynch again.

Face to face like this, the breath of an adult man rushed towards him, and the smell of hormones overflowed beyond the limit. Lynch couldn't bear it, let out a low swallowing sound from his throat, breathing hard, and pulled Zhong Yanzhai's short hair with his fingers.

Indulging in the passion like a race, Zhong Yanzhai could feel that Lynch was his racing car, the most difficult car to control.

"Huh—" Zhong Yanzhai let out a deep breath, and together with the vent came a deep throat kiss. Lynch was almost nauseated by the kiss. After Zhong Yanzhai's lips left, Lynch slowed down and took a deep breath In one breath, he leaned his head against the wall and almost forgot who he was.

Zhong Yanzhai lowered his head, and pressed the back of Lynch's head with one hand. He looked at Lynch's blushing face and blurred eyes, and finally confirmed—everything started again.

Zhong Yanzhai glanced down at Lynch, frowned and said, "It's bleeding."

"You're so rude, it's no wonder you don't bleed," Lynch was still trembling, his mouth still stiff, "Dude, how long have you been vegetarian, and you can't help it? Are you so anxious?"

Zhong Yanzhai raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Are you in no hurry?"

"My charm is not bad, I'm okay, I don't lack guns," Lynch said slowly, leaning on the wall, "I made it myself, and I cleaned it up myself."

Zhong Yanzhai went over to pick up the man, and directly pulled up Lynch's underwear, "Keep it, let's make a seed."

Lynch leaned weakly on his shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "Your fucking sperm has this activity, can it break through reproductive barriers?"

Zhong Yanzhai buttoned his outer pants, and patted his soft flesh, "It's not up to me, it's up to you. If you have this ability, you will be pregnant today."

Zhong Yanzhai put on his vest and simply tied his racing suit in a knot, "Go, I'll help you."

The manager received a call from Zhong Yanzhai saying that he had gone back, and he said in a daze, "Where are you going? Are you not satisfied? Xiao Zhong, Lynch is a former professional, he will be your navigator..."

"I'm very satisfied," Zhong Yanzhai stepped on the brakes, and said to the Bluetooth headset next to his ear, "It's him."

The manager let out a sigh of relief. Zhong Yanzhai was picky, and was very dissatisfied with the pilots who came for interviews. Now it was finally settled, "Okay, then you mean you took the people away?"

"Correct."

"Okay, communicate well, Lynch has a good temper."

"Ah."

Zhong Yanzhai hung up the phone, glanced at Lynch, the co-pilot who was unconscious, and snorted. He was really good-tempered, and he was fucked hard when we first met, and his things were still wrapped in it. Driving can sleep at ease, and I don't care about it at all.

Zhong Yanzhai felt angry when he thought of Lynch's ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend who had strengthened his company in his previous life.

Damn it, he'd have to fuck him so hard he couldn't care less about dealing with other people.

There were urging horns behind him, Zhong Yanzhai glanced at the rearview mirror, and stepped on the accelerator.

The car parked in the garage of Zhong Yanzhai's villa, Zhong Yanzhai patted Lynch on the shoulder, "Wake up."

Lynch opened his eyes in a daze, "Are you home?"

Zhong Yanzhai's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't help saying: "Which family?"

"The world is home," Lynch seemed to wake up completely, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to touch the back, "It's quite a lot, it makes me feel like I'm peeing my pants."

Zhong Yanzhai has long been accustomed to Lynch's rudeness, and put his hands on the steering wheel. This action can make him feel at ease, so that Lynch won't find out his nervousness, "I'm looking for a navigator based on the criteria for finding a wife .”

"Oh?" Lynch laughed a little, looking heartless, "Then am I qualified to be your wife?"

Zhong Yanzhai looked him up and down, "The navigator is okay, my wife, I almost mean it."

Lynch told Zhong Yanzhai, who had a score of two hundred, that he had already seen everything through, squinted his eyes and said, "What's the difference?"

"I can't help but fuck." Zhong Yanzhai said lightly.

Lynch almost didn't spit it out, and maintained the ruffian character design with a strong professionalism. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said slowly: "Go up and learn from each other?"