Crematorium-style love with the male protagonist of the starting point

The two lips parted at the touch of a touch, and before Fu Qinghe recovered, it was over.

He stared blankly at Wang Mang's eyes, the wet deer eyes were filled with desire.

Wang Mang wouldn't let him get what he wanted easily, instead, he backed up a little and opened the distance between the two, "How much do you like me? Say something nice."

Fu Qinghe bit his lip, opened his eyes erratically, and the heat on his face increased, "I think, I want to marry the girl, I think about the girl day and night, and I am willing to go to the soup for the girl—"

Wang Mang didn't wait for him to continue, and kissed him again in a rewarding manner, successfully interrupting his words and disconnecting his brain waves again.

"Very good." Wang Mang stroked his wet hair, withdrew his hand and placed it on his chest.

The feeling there can't be described in Jinjiang, Wang Mang squinted his eyes, his hand suddenly exerted force, and his fingertips sank into it.

Fu Qinghe was taken aback by Wang Mang's actions, and asked him blankly, "Why did Miss Luo arrest you here?"

Apart from Fu Qinghe's general knowledge about the relationship between men and women, other aspects are as pure as a piece of white paper, and he doesn't feel Wang Mang's malice at all.

Just like kneading dough, Fu Qinghe watched helplessly that he was unable to write in Jinjiang, and the eyes of a pair of deer were full of helplessness.

Wang Mang saw fingerprints on the honey-colored skin, so he let Fu Qinghe's poor chest go.It's a pity that he has a dark heart, and he directly grabbed a small thing that can't be described in Jinjiang.

Fu Qinghe was bullied again, and the same weird feeling as last time hit him, which made him feel uncomfortable, but the one who treated him like this was his favorite person who had just confirmed his relationship with him, so he couldn't bring up the idea of ​​rejection, he just froze his body and let it go. Let Wang Mang do whatever he wants.

One side was not enough, and the other side was also wantonly bullied. Fu Qinghe was short of breath, his mind became confused, and he gradually began to speak nonsense.

"Girl, I'm a man, and I don't have milk, why do I need to do this. If the girl wants to drink milk, I can't help it for the time being... Or maybe I did something wrong, and the girl wants to punish me?"

Wang Mang laughed amused by him, bit his chin lightly, and let him go.Fu Qinghe was panting, looking at him aggrievedly, with red marks all over his chest, Jin Jiang's indescribable little thing turned into an indescribable state.

"It's punishment. Punish you for not being active enough. Remember to learn your lesson, or you will be punished like this."

Wang Mang made an excuse casually, changed his sitting position and sat between Fu Qinghe's legs, leaning on his chest.Feeling that Fu Qinghe was already indescribable in Jinjiang, Wang Mang pretended not to notice it, and rested his head firmly on his chest.

Fu Qinghe's Adam's apple moved up and down, but he didn't dare to move his body, for fear that the other party would find out that he was strange that Jin Jiang could not describe, and would feel that he was an obscene person.

His chest was sore and itchy, but he didn't dare to scratch it by himself, so he could only endure it, bear the sweet burden in his arms, remember this lesson in his heart, and prevent the embarrassing Jinjiang from being punished again.

Although it wasn't painful, it was very torturous, making Fu Qinghe feel more tormented than simply being beaten.

Wang Mang had already closed his eyes and planned to sleep peacefully. Fu Qinghe sat upright until the middle of the night after confirming that the person in his arms was completely asleep, then he rested his chin on his shoulder and relaxed his body for a short rest.

Wang Mang woke up in a daze, and the person behind him immediately opened his eyes and called him, "Miss Luo is awake? Then I'll go and put away my clothes first."

Wang Mang gave a lazy "hmm", got up from Fu Qinghe's arms, rubbed his eyes and watched him busy everywhere.

Their clothes were completely soiled by the dust accumulated on the ground of the ruined temple. Fortunately, there were clothes that could be changed. Wang Mang took the clothes that had been dried and went to change them. He was not at all worried that Fu Qinghe would peek at them. After all, they got along so well. After a long time, I know what kind of person he is.

Fu Qinghe only changed into a pair of trousers, still wearing the original clothes, put out the fire, and waited for Wang Mang outside the temple with his donkey.

Wang Mang fixed his hair, picked up the oil-paper umbrella beside him, and then left the ruined temple.

It rained all night, the forest was very humid, and the trees were still dripping water. Wang Mang handed the oil-paper umbrella to Fu Qinghe, and he came to lead the donkey himself.

Fu Qinghe was overwhelmed by the flattery, and put up an umbrella to cover Wang Mang firmly, regardless of whether he was wet from the drops of water dripping from the tree.Wang Mang glanced at him, put his arms around his waist, and let the two stick together, squeezed under a small umbrella.

Fu Qinghe's cheeks were dyed red again, his long eyelashes flickered, but he didn't say anything.The two kept this weird posture until they walked out of the dense forest.

After leaving the mountains and not many miles away from the town, Wang Mang planned to buy a sword for Fu Qinghe to use temporarily.It seems pitiful to be a swordsman without a sword.

"Qinghe, I've been seeing you practice swordsmanship with branches, why don't you see your sword?"

Fu Qinghe smiled awkwardly, "To tell you the truth, I have never used a sword since I was a child, and the purpose of this trip is also to get the sword. The master told me that his sword is stored at the head of An, and let me get it .”

Wang Mang raised his eyebrows, no wonder Fu Qinghe was so proficient in using wood as a sword.

"Master An, Tiangang faction? It seems that Qinghe's master is also a master."

Fu Qinghe obviously had no idea how strong his master was, and muttered, "Master is just an old man who lives in seclusion in the mountains. He is so poor that he can't even afford a sword. He only likes fishing every day. Maybe he just knows more people."

Wang Mang looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, "Then do you know the name of your master?"

"Ming Xu."

Wang Mang immediately pretended to be surprised, "Mingxu? This was the name of the number one swordsman in Jianghu back then, and Qinghe's master is indeed a reclusive master."

Fu Qinghe didn't expect his master, a bad old man, to have such a powerful name, and he looked like his world view had collapsed.

Wang Mang turned his head and smiled secretly a few times, allowing Fu Qinghe to reshape his past perception of his master.

When they arrived in the town, the two of them were able to rest for a while. After driving for a long time, even martial arts practitioners felt hungry. Wang Mang took Fu Qinghe to a restaurant in the town, and tied the donkey to a fence on one side. .

This small town is not under the management of Zhengdao, and there are people from all walks of life in it, but there is no deep hatred, and they still live in peace with each other, maintaining the false peace of the town.

The food in the restaurant looks much better than that in the small tavern at the foot of the mountain. Wang Mang called the waiter in the restaurant to order a few dishes that sound more appetizing. Holding hot tea that is not cheap, he waited for the food to be served. .

The restaurant was very lively, and Wang Mang listened quietly, and he could learn a lot of news from the conversations of the diners around him, which is another form of Bai Xiaosheng.There is also a specially arranged storyteller in the restaurant, who regularly tells the major events in Wulin every day, and some interesting stories.

This kind of restaurant is generally a product established by some sects or senior leaders of the Demon Cult to make money. The content of the storytelling is quite authoritative, and you get what you pay for.Fu Qinghe rested his chin on his hands and listened with gusto. He used to stay in the mountains and practice swordsmanship hard, but now he has seen so many new things at once, just like a child who got a new toy, exuding joy from the inside out. breath.

Although some people from all walks of life around have seen the world, it is rare to meet someone as beautiful as Luo Tan, and they all involuntarily turn their eyes to the seats where they are, admiring the rare beauty.

Fu Qinghe was still happy listening to the news, but when he saw the sights gathered at their table from time to time, he suddenly became unhappy, and whispered to Wang Mang: "Miss Luo, they always look at you."

"Yeah." Wang Mang's reaction was flat. Luo Tan's appearance couldn't compare to Edman in the second world, and to him it was nothing more than that.

"I don't want them to look at you." Fu Qinghe continued to mutter, "You are my future wife, and I am not happy when they look at you."

Wang Mang raised his eyebrows, "So self-conscious? I'll buy a veil to wear after dinner. Are you happy?"

Fu Qinghe grinned at him, "Girl is so nice."

Wang Mang looked at him and felt pink bubbles popping out of his head.When Fu Qinghe sensed someone's eyes on Wang Mang, he stared back neatly, pretending to be menacing, but with his young and handsome face, he might not be so threatening.

The dishes were served quickly, and Wang Mang took a bite with his chopsticks. It was indeed much better than the ones in the tavern, but it was still average compared to modern times, but it was still edible.

Fu Qinghe stared at the dishes that Wang Mang didn't eat. He didn't move a mouthful of the dishes that Wang Mang often ate. He quickly finished half of the dishes, and then stared at Wang Mang to eat with his chopsticks.

"Why do you only eat those? Just grab what you like and don't have to worry about me."

Fu Qinghe let go of his chopsticks, "I can do whatever I want, just give me whatever Miss Luo doesn't like."

Wang Mang took a piece of meat from a plate near him and handed it to Fu Qinghe's mouth, "Open your mouth."

Fu Qinghe took the piece of meat carefully to prevent himself from touching the chopsticks, and then chewed the meat while saying, "Girl really don't need to do this, I don't pick anything."

"I just want to feed you, do you want me to feed you?" Wang Mang put his chopsticks on the plate and crossed his arms to examine him.

Fu Qinghe's face immediately turned red, and he swallowed the meat timidly, before replying in a soft voice: "I can't ask for it."

"Then you feed me too."

The blush on Fu Qinghe's face burned to his ears and neck. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a vegetable, and carefully stretched it out to Wang Mang's mouth. Suddenly, he realized that the tip of the chopsticks had been bitten by him for a long time, and wanted to take it back. outstretched hand.

Wang Mang didn't give him a chance to take it back, leaned slightly and bit off the food caught on the chopsticks, and even licked the ends of the chopsticks on purpose.

"good."

Fu Qinghe looked at Wang Mang, then at his own chopsticks, his whole face flushed red, it was so hot that it was about to burn again, and he just wanted to cover his scalded face with his hands.

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