God please

As soon as the voice fell, the pumping sound stopped completely.Gou Chen stopped whipping, but his fingers still stayed on the back of his buttocks, rubbing gently and repeatedly, his voice was soft and steady, with a hint of coaxing, "What's wrong?"

The scalding skin was sharpened by the cloth, as if tens of thousands of ox hair needles had been pricked down densely. Shan Zhiyuan was panting rapidly, and his shirt was heavy with sweat, and the water-soaked green shirt showed mottled dark marks. Fan the messy lotus leaves.

Shan Zhiyuan tightened his legs carefully, and after breathing slowly, he said in a low voice: "I shouldn't be so brave and ruthless, blindly going on a rampage..."

Before he finished speaking, Gou Chen raised his hand again, and slapped that little Jianxiu's right buttock, the crisp sound accompanied by a muffled hum, turned into a boundless melody of wind and moon. "According to the script."

Shan Zhiyuan was furious, he turned his head under Gou Chen's arms and glared angrily, "Neither to the left nor to the right, you - making trouble for no reason!"

The little Jianxiu's eyes were full of water, and the tails of his eyes were red, staring fiercely like an angry little animal, which made people feel a little lust in their hearts.

Gou Chen looked down at him, "Are you really unwilling to reflect on yourself?"

Shan Zhiyuan said stubbornly: "Apart from being reckless and taking risks, and not knowing how to retreat, what else is wrong?"

Gou Chen said: "Fifty palms."

Shan Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then he heard Gou Chen say: "It's fine if you reflect on yourself, if you want me to give advice, you will be punished with fifty slaps afterwards."

The fairy whispered in his ear, while kneading and tightening the buttocks, and made the little sword tremble involuntarily, the hot and hard things eased a little, and now it was stimulated again, when he raised his head, Almost knocked on the edge of the table.

Shan Zhiyuan's face was flushed red, and he frowned and said, "If your words are unreasonable..."

Gou Chen said: "Naturally, you will be convinced."

Shan Zhiyuan whispered again: "Fifty...too many, how about five palms?"

Gou Chen said: "Thirty."

Shan Zhiyuan still had an expression on his face that he wanted to bargain with him, and mumbled: "I am also a high-level monk of Consolidating Pulse..."

Gou Chen raised his eyebrows and said: "If you keep talking, it will rise to eighty."

Shan Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "Thirty is thirty."

Just as Gou Chen let go of him, the rope retracted spontaneously, and the jade talisman completely absorbed its light, and fell silently on the table.

Shan Zhiyuan had no choice but to get up, seeing the marks of binding on his wrists, ankles, and burning pain.But now he has no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction, thinking that one day, the young master will get it back.

He just took a step, but he felt a burning pain in his rear hip, so he stood by the table and refused to walk, showing embarrassment again, straightened his messy clothes, and barely covered the heat between his crotch.

Gou Chen sat back by the window, seeing Shan Zhiyuan's veiled movements, his eyes moved down, and saw that the energetic little thing hadn't faded in the slightest, and remained calm, "Could it be that gray-clothed monk is an old acquaintance of yours?"

Shan Zhiyuan froze for arranging his clothes, but still replied: "It's not an old acquaintance, it's just a first meeting in the ring."

Gou Chen said, "Why do you believe him?"

Shan Zhiyuan vaguely guessed the intention of Gou Chen, couldn't help sweating, and answered honestly: "He said that he is not with those people, and he never made a move against me from the beginning to the end."

Gou Chen snorted coldly, "Based on just one side of the story, you sold him all the flaws in the vest and let him use his spiritual power?"

Shan Zhiyuan couldn't help but argue for himself, "I'm safe and sound now, it's because of the help of that grey-clothed monk."

Gou Chen remained motionless, wiped his palms with a silk scarf, and still said in a deep voice: "You are safe and sound and confronting me now, all because you are underestimated by the enemy."

Shan Zhiyuan remained silent, Gou Chen's words hit the nail on the head, piercing into his heart.

Gou Chen said again: "You were lucky enough to win this time. Could it be that it was just a fluke? Right now, the opponent has known his strength. In the future, when the situation is like today, he only needs to set up a series of tricks and send someone to easily gain your trust. After getting close Waiting for the opportunity to plot. How is this plan?"

Shan Zhiyuan recalled that gray-clothed friar, when he cast the enchantment technique, that person stood behind him, if that person wanted to plot against him, he would be able to crush his dantian with just one palm——Thinking about it, he couldn't help being shocked cold sweat.

Gou Chen saw that he showed a look of fear, so he threw down the silk scarf, "Are you convinced?"

Shan Zhiyuan could only squeeze out a thin gnat voice, "Shut up..."

Gou Chen straightened the clothes on his knees, and said, "Come here and lie down."

Shan Zhiyuan couldn't help but glance around, trying to find an opening to escape.

Gou Chen said: "You can kneel down."

Kneeling or lying down, Shan Zhiyuan hesitated, and finally approached Gou Chen, leaning over on his lap.The fairy's leg muscles were hard, pressing on the little monk's chest, making it difficult to breathe.He couldn't help but whispered: "When I was young, Master beat my palm..."

Gou Chen said: "How do you hold a sword when your palm is swollen?"

Immediately before he could open his mouth, he pulled up the sleeve of his robe and pulled it down heavily with his hands.

There was a crisp snap, echoing in the wing room, and then Gou Chen took his time and counted, "One."

The pain in the back of the buttocks was hot but relieved a little, and now being slapped in the same position again, the dull pain exploded, making the situation worse.

Shan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth to hold back his muffled hum, his tight waist was crumbling, the fiery swelling had only faded a little, and his fighting spirit was still hanging high, so he had to continue to stretch his waist so as not to touch hook Chen's legs and feet, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gently some……"

Gou Chen said: "Now we are being punished, don't be coquettish." Then he lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing the moon-white trousers, which were stained with sweat and pressed tightly to the back of his buttocks, revealing a faint blush on his skin.Immediately after, he slapped the tip of his buttocks heavily, and with the crisp sound of hitting flesh, Gou Chen continued to count: "Two."

It was less than ten palms, but Shan Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, he tightly clenched the hem of Gochen's robe, and simply bit the man's leg muscles, suppressing the faint pain.

Gou Chen snorted, "It's really a reincarnation of a dog demon." Still letting the little dog bite its teeth weakly, whining and protesting, and still slapping its rear heavily, the little monk released a series of broken moans from his throat, and finally Unable to stretch his waist, he sagged softly, and the hard object in his crotch hit the side of Gou Chen's leg.

Shan Zhiyuan felt his head go blank, his ears were burning red, and he closed his eyes tightly for fear of hearing Gou Chen's ridicule.

Unexpectedly, the immortal didn't talk too much, he still pumped one palm after another, and took thirty palms firmly before stopping.During the pumping, Shan Zhiyuan's crotch bumped against Gou Chen's leg repeatedly, the gold silk embroidery thread penetrated through the thin cloth, and rubbed rough against the front end, the slight pain made the evil root more angry, pattering and soaking The hem of the clothes was removed.

When the endless crisp sounds and counting sounds stopped, only Shan Zhiyuan's panting sound echoed in the room.

The tip of the buttocks has long been numb, as if it had turned into a raging fire, the poisonous heat flow full of pain is gradually eroding to the waist, legs, feet, and the depths of the bone marrow, as if it is about to melt.

More heat flow gathered in the crotch, lingering, and depressed.Shan Zhiyuan only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse from panting, his throat seemed to be stuck together, and his teeth were clenched for too long, so sore and stiff.He let go and looked up, hoarsely said: "Enough..."

The pair of dark golden eyes of the fairy above his head were faintly smiling, falling into Shan Zhiyuan's eyes.Tai Yu smiled and said, "Don't move around, take the medicine first."

Shan Zhiyuan stared blankly, the sea of ​​consciousness was still hot and chaotic.

These natal gods, the ability to change shape and change shadows, has been practiced to perfection.When Gou Chen left and when Tai Yu came, he was completely unaware.

Tai Yu's fingers were slightly cool, and he gently pulled off the obscene pants, revealing the little monk's red buttocks.It is round and bright red, like a ripe peach, which makes the index finger move.

When peeling off the insulating cloth, the slightly cold breath hit the burning skin, making Shan Zhiyuan tremble slightly.

When Tai Yu's fingers were dipped in cold ointment and stuck to his burning skin, it made him gasp even more, "Woo..."

This trembling voice made Tai Yu's eyes darken a bit, while applying ointment for him, he said in a low voice: "If you yell a few more times, the medicine won't last."

Shan Zhiyuan gasped, and had no choice but to endure the double torture of scorching heat and cold, and bit his arm.When Tai Yu finished applying the medicine for him, pulled back his obscene trousers, and hugged him to the bed to rest, he was already sweating profusely.

Tai Yu had infinite regret in his eyes, sat on the bedside and played with his long lock of hair, and said: "I taught Gou Chen the trick. When this sect has a big meeting, why don't you come back to Gou Chen Palace with me, retreat for half a year, Practice all one hundred and eight moves."

Shan Zhiyuan only felt a dull pain in his waist, he didn't dare to answer, so he could only talk about him, "Why do you have to..."

Tai Yu leaned over, gently lifted Shan Zhiyuan's chin and said with a smile: "If you don't impose some punishment, how can you remember the lesson firmly?"

This is true, not at all false.

Shan Zhiyuan's face turned red, and he buried his head in the pillow. The tossing and tossing was really exhausting, and the hot buttocks soaked into the cool ointment, and he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, he just woke up to one thing. He holds the sword in his right hand, and even if his left hand is drawn with a ruler, it will not be a problem if it swells for a while.

It's just that it's too late to wake up now.

The ointment promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis, cools and relieves pain, and after three days, Shan Zhiyuan has already recovered.He secretly looked in the mirror again, his rear buttocks couldn't see the sun, it was blindingly white, but there were only some faint bruises and fingerprints left behind, which would disappear after a while.

It's just that being tortured by that god's tricks, you should not trust others' lessons, but you have firmly remembered them in your heart.

...It really works.

Shan Zhiyuan put on his underwear silently, the Qingyun Tianyi had already been repaired by himself, and the defensive restraint had been slightly strengthened, and now the light and soft cloth was a little stiff.

He honestly picked some defensive magic weapons from Tianfang treasures, and put them all on his upper body.

The black and silver two-color brocade girdle, matched with the buckle of smoky sapphire, can block the two attacks of Huashen's subordinates.

The wooden hairpin cut from Dongyue Shuiyun pine wood protects the soul, strengthens the spirit, and has the effect of warding off poison.

Armed up in such a way and raised his dragon teeth, he went to the arena.

In the second round of the group arena, opponents were still selected by drawing lots.

The fight this time was much more exciting than the first try.

Shan Zhiyuan waited for the deacon to call out his number plate, then he jumped into the ring, and then his opponent also lightly landed on the opposite side, cupped his hands and said: "Please." Before he finished speaking, a thunderbolt in his palm sprang out like a poisonous snake, Chop at the position where Shan Zhiyuan was standing just now.

When the thunder in the palm exploded, the deacon's voice sounded: "Let's fight—"

This monk looks mediocre, I don't think he would be so good at taking advantage of loopholes, I am afraid that he was selected by such a surprise in the first test.

Fortunately, Shan Zhiyuan was well prepared, and he was not caught off guard. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and moved three feet horizontally. With a slanted wave of the dragon's teeth, the majestic sword energy rolled up.Although the cultivator narrowly avoided the sword edge, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood in a row when he was hit by the sword energy, staggered back and forth, and fell off the ring with his body crooked.

At this time, it was less than ten breaths away from the beginning.

Shan Zhiyuan won the first battle, and his self-confidence suddenly skyrocketed.The deacon asked him, "Do you want to continue?"

It turns out that this competition is to match the battle rhythm of the monks. It can be handed over to others after each round, or it can continue until the battle is defeated.Such a design is extremely flexible.

Shan Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Naturally continue."

The deacon nodded slightly, turned around and read the number again.

No.2's opponent is a nun, only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a green gauze skirt like smoke and mist, and her timid oval face is extremely attractive.

The female cultivator gave her a blessing and said, "Senior brother, please be merciful."

Shan Zhiyuan didn't have any thoughts of cherishing the flowers, instead he felt his back go cold and took two steps back.I was afraid that Kai Yang would come out again and teach him a lesson.

Seeing this, the female cultivator's face darkened, and she threw out the green silk belt, under the cover of green clouds that turned into overwhelming green clouds in mid-air, making people feel in a trance, it was actually a spell to confuse the mind.

Shan Zhiyuan's pine hairpin immediately emitted a gray light, and a cool breath covered his head.Then he raised his sword and pulled out blossoming sword flowers, smashing the green cloud and the ice crystal sharp arrow hidden in it to pieces.

Then Shan Zhiyuan said: "Offended." He hit back with the hilt of the sword, knocking the pretty girl into the ring.

Shan Zhiyuan showed his great power, and even defeated five people, gradually attracting many people to watch.

The sixth person jumped onto the ring in response. He was dressed in black, but his face was pale and bloodless. His appearance was not impressive, but his eyes were familiar.

Shan Zhiyuan suppressed his doubts, lifted the sword and wrapped it around the spirit sword, with a crisp clang, the man's spirit sword was twisted into two pieces.