I have a special skill for dismantling CP

Yang Guo simply ate his dinner and went up to Chongyang Palace from the back of Zhongnan Mountain.

There are no stars and no moon tonight, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the wind is blowing. An autumn rain is obviously on its way.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, wanting to reach the sword-testing booth before it rained.

When Yang Guo climbed up the sword test cliff, there was faint thunder in the sky.

When I came to the pavilion and looked at the Tianquan Hall, only Zhu Qingyun's room was illuminated, and the rest were pitch black.

Yang Guo knew that Qiu Chuji took a group of disciples down the mountain to preach, leaving the youngest Zhu Qingyun to guard the palace.

After a muffled thunder, Yang Guo suddenly heard a crisp sound coming from the Hall of Heavenly Power, like the sound of something being smashed.

Maybe it was because of the weather, or maybe it was because of longing, Yang Guo felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, hesitated again and again, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and walked towards the hall along the wall.

Just as Yang Guo sneaked into the courtyard, there was a thunderstorm above his head, and big raindrops suddenly fell from the sky.

Yang Guo moved to the window, stood against the wall, poked his head out, and peeped in through a small hole in the window paper.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dumped bathtub and the water stains all over the floor; looking inside, it is a broken blue and white porcelain vase; when the line of sight extends to the bed, there are two intertwined women!

Yang Guo was shocked, he didn't have time to think, he broke the window and entered immediately.

Zhao Zhijing was lying on Zhu Qingyun's body stiffly and was about to push in, when he was disturbed by the noise, suddenly looked up, but saw a figure flying towards him, caught off guard, received a heavy kick in the waist, and instantly fell off Zhu Qingyun.

Yang Guo saw the scene on the bed clearly, his eyes were about to split, his chest burst into murderous intent, he couldn't help but rushed towards Zhao Zhijing again.

When the good thing was blocked, Zhao Zhijing was also furious. He looked at the bad guy, and it was Yang Guo who had been dead for several months. After being startled, with his quick mind, he realized in an instant that he was deceived by Zhu Qingyun.Seeing Yang Guo rushing towards him, Zhao Zhijing's thoughts changed, he pulled up the clothes on the bed, dodged to avoid Yang Guo's blow, and flew out of the door with Jinyan Gong.

Ever since he practiced the Dugu Nine Swords, Yang Guo has improved his swordsmanship rapidly. In terms of swordsmanship, Zhao Zhijing may be defeated, but in terms of internal strength and lightness skills, Yang Guo is not as good as Zhao Zhijing's many years of accumulation.Therefore, when Yang Guo chased to the door, Zhao Zhijing had already disappeared into the rain, without a trace.

Yang Guo was about to catch up, when he suddenly heard Zhu Qingyun's groan, so he turned around and went straight to the bed curtain.

When I got closer, I saw Zhu Qingyun lying naked on the bed, eyes closed, flushed face, red lips slightly parted, bursts of groans, and many red marks on the neck and chest. Extraordinarily lewd - extravagant.

Yang Guojun's face was red, he hurriedly suppressed the sudden flame in his chest, grabbed the quilt beside him and covered Zhu Qingyun, leaned over and shouted: "Master! Wake up! Master! Wake up!"

Zhu Qingyun raised his eyelids slightly, and was stunned for a moment, then miraculously recognized Yang Guo, and called out in a charming voice, "Guoer..."

Yang Guo hugged Zhu Qingyun into his arms with the quilt attached, and let him sit on his chest. He felt that his body was extremely hot, scalding like a stove, and said anxiously: "Master, what's wrong with you? How could that bastard Zhao Zhijing... ...how could it be with you..."

Zhu Qingyun didn't answer him, but kept wriggling in his arms, saying intermittently: "It's so hot...so uncomfortable...after a while..."

Yang Guo was so dawdled that he almost exploded, he forced himself to calm down and analyze the current situation.

Zhu Qingyun hated Zhao Zhijing so much that he didn't even want to say a word to him. If Zhao Zhijing hadn't done something wrong, Zhu Qingyun would never have done these things with him in bed.

Looking at Zhu Qingyun's situation now, his sanity is no longer clear, and there is a hint of coquettishness, as if... as if he has been drugged with love!

When Yang Guo was in the market, he heard some rascals bragging that when they went to drink flower wine, they would drug the girls, and the girls would cry and beg to have sex with them until the lust was gone, otherwise they would stop. There will be danger of life.

Thinking of this, Yang Guo cursed angrily: "Zhao Zhijing you bastard!"

If Cai hadn't been escaped by him, Yang Guo would have cut him into pieces!

Zhu Qingyun was still moaning unbearably in his arms.

Yang Guo thought over and over again, he felt that it is really not suitable to stay here for a long time.

If Zhao Zhijing went and came back again, Zhu Qingyun's innocence would be ruined once again.In addition to Yang Guo who came back from the dead, there are really a hundred mouths that can't tell clearly.

Yang Guo didn't hesitate any longer, he hugged Zhu Qingyun up, and quickly rushed into the torrential rain.

As soon as he left the gate of Tianquan Hall, he heard the voices of people in the distance.

It turned out that Yang Guo had predicted that Zhao Zhijing had just fled away, but he was really planning to fight back.If a group of Quanzhen disciples witnessed the situation between him and Zhu Qingyun at this time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Yang Guo turned around and walked towards the back mountain.

Go down from the cliff of trying swords, follow the winding mountain road that has been traveled thousands of times, and walk in the direction of the tomb of the living dead in the rain.

After being washed by the rain, the mountain road was slippery and difficult to walk. Yang Guo fell several times, but he firmly protected Zhu Qingyun in his arms, not wanting him to be hurt in the slightest.

On weekdays, it only takes two quarters of an hour to travel, but tonight it took more than half an hour.

Yang Guo kicked open the door of the wooden house, peeled off Zhu Qingyun's quilt that had been soaked by the heavy rain, and put him lightly on the bed.

Zhu Qingyun's body was still terribly hot, even steaming, "Hot...uncomfortable...dying...after a while...help me..."

Yang Guo was anxious but didn't know what to do, he suddenly had an idea, took off his wet clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled Zhu Qingyun into his arms and hugged him tightly, trying to cool down Zhu Qingyun with his cold body.

Zhu Qingyun was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and tightly wrapped around Yang Guo.

One is cold, the other is hot, the skin is close to each other, the hot one does not cool down, but the cold one heats up quickly.

Yang Guo struggled to remove Zhu Qingyun who was wrapped around his body, rushed into the rain for a while, and then returned to the bed to hug Zhu Qingyun again.

After repeating this several times, the temperature on Zhu Qingyun's body didn't drop at all, and his whole body was burning bright red, which was extremely radiant.

Zhu Qingyun hugged him tightly, greedily absorbing the cold air from his body.

Yang Guo could barely breathe, he called out hoarsely, "Master..."

Zhu Qingyun began to bite Yang Guo's neck subconsciously, it was so fierce that Yang Guo gasped in pain.

How could the boy's body stand up to such torture, his blood was already surging, and that place stood upright, swollen and painful.

If this continues, Yang Guo feels that he will go crazy.

He tried to push Zhu Qingyun away again, but Zhu Qingyun begged sobbingly: "Don't...don't leave me...for a while...I'm so sad...help me..."

Yang Guo said hoarsely: "Master, you will regret it..."

Zhu Qingyun was still clinging to him, uttering moans of unknown meaning.

If the passion-desire is not relieved, I am afraid that Zhu Qingyun will really die.

Yang Guo couldn't bear to see him in such pain, gritted his teeth and made up his mind, turned over and pressed Zhu Qingyun under him, looked at his face, and said decisively: "Master, even if you wake up tomorrow and kill me with a sword, I must Do it."

Zhu Qingyun closed his eyes tightly, and called out vaguely: "Guoer..."

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Guo leaned down and kissed Zhu Qingyun's hot lips.