The Cultivation of Male God [Pure Yang]

The more Xiaoer said, the more absurd he became, from killing someone with a dead child to bloodbathing a certain villa and destroying a certain sect, burning, killing, looting, rape, rape and robbery.

Mu Qingyun listened to it again, but the content was too fake and boring, so she gave a big hiccup, and two drops of saline flowed out of her eyes.

Xiaoer has been running the hall for several years, and he has mastered the practice of observing words and expressions, so he immediately retreated and walked away.

Mu Qingyun endured the tiredness and poked a few mouthfuls of food and was about to leave, but just as she got up and turned around, she was hit by a large wave and flew out, her waist resting on a table behind her, she almost fainted from the pain, her eyes Before focusing, I heard a series of sorry from the opposite side.

The voice was a bit familiar, but it was really an acquaintance at first glance, with that tall and burly appearance, who else could there be except Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao apologized, but didn't wait for a long time for a response. He raised his head and glanced at him, and his eyes widened immediately: "Daughter-in-law!"

Mu Qingyun was already ready to hug her. When she heard this address, she coughed, choking on her own saliva. After not seeing her for so long, he almost forgot this sharp address.

Zhang Hao rushed over and hugged him in his arms: "Daughter-in-law, we haven't gotten married yet, I knew you wouldn't die, woo woo woo~"

"Cough cough, put... your hands..." Mu Qingyun was strangled and almost died, and managed to squeeze out two words.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm sorry I got excited, are you all right!" Zhang Hao let go of him and checked up and down.

"It's okay..." Mu Qingyun took a breath and asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Hao: "Young Palace Master thinks you are.... Every year at this time, I will come to Fengcheng for a period of time to pay homage. The big troops will arrive in a few days. I will come and have a look in advance."

Mu Qingyun was slightly taken aback, and suddenly remembered that seven days later would really be her "day of sacrifice".

"Is Xiao okay?"

Zhang Hao sighed: "Not good."

Mu Qingyun's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Hao: "Since I came out of Fengtian Secret Realm and returned to the palace last time, I have lost my heart and lost my soul. I am usually like a doll made of clay. No matter what others say or do, I can't see it at all. It seems like, but when he is on the battlefield, he is like a sharp blade that exists only for killing, every step he takes, blood flows like a river, and he has no emotion at all."

Seeing Zhang Hao's expression, Mu Qingyun knew that the condition of the dead child was very bad, and suddenly she was very worried and wanted to see how it was broken...

Zhang Hao: "You'd better not appear in front of him."

Mu Qingyun: "Why?"

Zhang Hao: "Because you are dead."

Mu Qingyun didn't understand why he couldn't find the dead child even though he was still alive.

Zhang Hao didn't answer his question, dragged him into an inn and asked for a room, and threw him in, "You wait for me here, I have some important things to do, I'll come to you later." After finishing speaking He didn't give the other party a chance to ask any more questions, so he turned and left the inn.

Mu Qingyun was at a loss, but after Zhang Hao said so, he stayed temporarily.Sure enough, Zhang Hao came back at night, carrying a lot of his favorite snacks in his hand, wrapped in large and small packages, which moved him for a while.

The two ate and chatted until midnight. Zhang Hao asked for a room next door and stayed here.

In the next few days, they stuck together almost every day, eating, drinking and having fun, and had a good time. Mu Qingyun's depressed mood for more than a hundred years finally got some relief.

In a flash, it was the seventh day.

This day is the day when I died in Fengtian Secret Realm a hundred years ago, and now it is also the day when Ah Xiao arrives in Fengcheng.

Zhang Hao disappeared early in the morning, presumably he was the last to investigate the situation at the inn.

Mu Qingyun leaned on the window and looked out at the rather deserted street. Since it was a sacrifice, he thought that the dead child would go directly to live in the bamboo house in Fengxian Lake, but he didn't expect that the other party lived in an inn in the city, a hundred thousand away. Eight thousand miles away, there is no feeling of being sacrificed at all.

"Hey." Sighing, he jumped out of the window and ran to the inn that Zhang Hao booked in resignation.

The place Zhang Hao arranged for him was at the west end of the city, while the inn arranged for Li Junxiao was at the east end of the city. He couldn't see that Zhang Hao made such an arrangement because he didn't want them to meet, but he was originally going to find the dead child, and now People are right in front of them, so how can they not go, not to mention the matter of going home depends on the dead child.

However, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the inn, I encountered obstacles. Hundreds of red dots appeared on the small map in an instant, enclosing the surrounding area tightly. It was not easy to enter...

Mu Qingyun pretended to be a guest humming a ditty and wandered past, then was blocked by the boss and Xiaoer and told that it was covered, and let in no matter what, in the end he could only use the last method, "I'll find Zhang Hao."

The boss and Xiaoer looked at each other, and called someone to report.

At this time, Zhang Hao and his father were reporting to Li Junxiao about their preparations for the past few days.Li Junxiao sat in front of the window and looked out of the window motionlessly. If he didn't occasionally answer a word or two, he would really be no different from a corpse.

At this time, a subordinate came in and whispered to Zhang Hao that someone was looking for him outside, Zhang Hao ran downstairs in shock, grabbed Mu Qingyun's clothes and went back to his room.

Mu Qingyun was taken aback, felt a gust of wind blowing her eyes hard, and when she came back to her senses, she was already there.

Zhang Hao: "Didn't I tell you to wait over there!"

Mu Qingyun: "I want to see Ah Xiao."

Zhang Hao: "I didn't tell you that you are dead in his heart, so why go to see him!"

Mu Qingyun frowned, her shoulder hurt a little from being scratched: "I have something to do."

Zhang Hao: "I can help you with anything!"

Mu Qingyun shook her head: "You can't." After all, the ultimate goal of the system requirements is that the dead child is not Zhang Hao, and this thing really cannot replace it.

Zhang Hao obviously misunderstood, his eyes darkened: "Why."

Mu Qingyun also felt uncomfortable: "I can't say it."

Zhang Hao: "Okay, if you don't want me to ask, I won't ask, but can you promise me that we will... get married in a few days."

Mu Qingyun could hear the seriousness contained in these words, and knew that some things must be made clear, "Zhang Hao, you are my good brother, you were in the past, you are now, and you will be in the future."

Zhang Hao's face turned pale, and he let go of the shoulder he was holding tightly with a wry smile. He should have expected this ending from the beginning.

Recalling how the two got along, at first he was just fascinated by the other's cooking skills, joking about marrying her, but he took the joke seriously and fell in love, but in the end he left only when he received the news of the other's death .

After so many years of accumulated feelings, he dared to say that his heart is no less than Li Junxiao's, but the other party's heart has never been on him.

So, that's okay...

He cheered up and said with a wicked smile, "You're serious! I'm teasing you. How about it? Do I pretend to look like this? I like girls, and I'm not interested in a tough man like you."

Mu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and regained the mode of getting along with him when he was in the Qing Dynasty, "I don't like you either, so hurry up and do things for me."

"Don't worry, it's on me." Zhang Hao walked out of the house and fled.

Some things can never go back to the past.

When Zhang Hao returned to Li Junxiao's room, his father was still reporting the trip, and Li Junxiao was still looking at the distant sky outside the window.

This room was specially arranged by him, and that direction was facing Fengxian Lake.

Li Junxiao didn't move, but a syllable came out of his mouth, "Who?"

Zhang Hao knew that he was asking him who was looking for him again, "Returning to the Young Master, he is an old friend." He didn't lie, Xiao Yun was indeed an old friend.

Li Junxiao didn't speak any more, and waved his hand to signal the two to back off.

"Brother, I'm back..." He murmured, still looking over there quietly.

He didn't dare to go to Fengxian Lake. He was afraid that he would never leave there again, so he waited and watched here every year.

Heart, empty, no joy, no sorrow, no worries.

As long as his brother doesn't come back for a day, the hole in his heart can't be mended for a day.

But my brother will never come back...

In the middle of the night, after Mu Qingyun inquired about the location of the dead child's room, she avoided Zhang Hao and went in alone.

The room was very dark, and he could hardly see anything. He groped for a while before he could barely reach the edge of the bed, and when he looked inside, the bedding was neat, and there was no one sleeping in it.

Just when he thought he was being cheated, a dark wind approached from behind, Mu Qingyun wanted to run out of the house in a panic, but she was a step too late and was dragged back and pinched the owner's neck.

The next second, the light came on, and under the dim light was the face that I had read for nearly a hundred years. All the memories whizzed past my mind, acquaintance, acquaintance, companionship...

Mu Qingyun suddenly had a feeling that maybe she really fell in love with the dead child a little bit.

He couldn't help looking at it for a while, but he roared wildly in his heart.

Nima, why does the dead child seem more handsome than before? !

Look at that cold and domineering little eyes looking down on everything, so handsome!

Just when he was immersed in the beauty of the other party and felt his own mind, the hand on the neck began to exert strength.

Li Junxiao looked at him like a stranger: "Who are you?"

"..." Mu Qingyun was stunned, there was no such thing as hugging, kissing or even rolling the sheets as he expected, only this three-word cheating!

Dead boy, do you really not know him?

How is it possible! ! !

"A Xiao, I'm your brother..."

After he finished speaking, he felt that the wounded hand on the neck was getting stronger.

Li Junxiao's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Who are you, why are you pretending to be my brother!"

Mu Qingyun's face was flushed because of shortness of breath, and he suddenly understood why Zhang Hao said he was dead.

"A Xiao...mian...mianmian can prove that it's on...my...waist."

Li Junxiao looked down, pulled off the spiritual pet bag on the waist of the other party and opened it, Mian Mian jumped out and threw himself into his arms and yelled twice.

He let go of his hand, smoothed Cotton's soft fur in a daze, and murmured like a child learning to speak, "Cotton...brother...brother..."

It is indeed cotton, is it really my brother?

No!My brother is already dead, right in front of me, this is a fake!

It must be the conspiracy of those people to control themselves, that's right...

It must be so!

Brother, brother, brother, brother...

He screamed crazily in his heart, pushed him down on the bed, and kissed those lips almost bitingly, the bloody smell spread from their mouths, their clothes were torn into pieces, revealing two naked bodies bodies tangled together.

The half a month of entanglement a hundred years ago had already made him familiar with all the sensitive points of his brother's body, subconsciously using them, the face of the person under him was flushed, and he was panting again and again.

Mu Qingyun felt a little regretful, he knew that if the dead child was not corrected by the girl, he would probably be caught and slapped on the spot, and he was prepared, but he was still a little scared when the time came, especially when the dead child was clearly When the will is not clear, but the hot big part of the other party has already pressed against his lower abdomen.

Nima, can the erection not be so fast!

But he hasn't done it in 100 years, so frankly teased, his erection speed is not slow!

The arrow had to be fired, and it was not the first time for the two of them. Mu Qingyun simply relaxed her body and enjoyed it, wrapping her arms around each other's back.

"Brother, brother..." As if he finally found the feeling, Li Junxiao called out softly, kissed his earlobe, and directly held the little Xiaoyun who was standing upright like him with one hand and moved it up and down.

"Hmm..." Mu Qingyun couldn't help screaming, her body, which had not been touched for 100 years, was extremely sensitive, and soon leaked into Li Junxiao's hands, and then he felt that hand reaching behind him, probing enter.

Fortunately, the dead child knew how to expand himself, so he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to relax his body to cooperate.

The tightness of the inner wall made Li Junxiao fall into madness again. After hastily poking into two holes, he pulled them out one by one and replaced them with his own hot ones, and pushed in.

"Ah!" Mu Qingyun, who felt comfortable just a second ago, turned pale in an instant.

The chrysanthemum explosion really hurts...

As soon as Li Junxiao entered, he attacked the city in a burst, and every time he hit the point that made his brother feel happy, the speed became faster and faster.

The pleasure came too fast, but it quickly made up for the sudden intrusion pain. Mu Qingyun swayed up and down with the force, heard the sound of the bed creaking with their movements, and effortlessly raised her hands to cover her face , but his mouth was very uncoordinated and groaned one after another.

The bed was shaken for a whole night, and he was also made for a whole night. It was not until dawn that Li Junxiao reluctantly stopped, and fell asleep with the person in his arms.