Messing with his own male protagonist

Xuan Zifang, who returned to Huliuju, sat blankly in front of his window, holding a delicately crafted jade slip in his hand.He tapped his head with the jade slips, and scanned the content on the jade slips with his spiritual sense. He could almost recite these contents backwards, but every time he insisted on reading two lines, he would start to blush, his body would get hot, and he wanted to bury his head under the quilt not come out.

But the uncle has explained that he will check his homework when he comes back...

Xuan Zifang is too aware of how many people this sanctimonious guy has deceived with his iceberg face of ten thousand years, but in fact he is an out-and-out bastard. He can say the most shameful love words in the coldest language. Not red or out of breath.

When he originally wrote about Su Ji, this feature expressed Su Ji’s unrigid, non-pedantic, and informal character, but when this feature was magnified several times, it was not a kind of taste, but a kind of disaster .

tragedy……

Tragedy also has to complete the homework assigned by the uncle.

Xuan Zifang gritted his teeth fiercely, took three deep breaths, closed his eyes, and stripped himself naked.Then follow the instructions on the "Ming Concubine Volume" to blaspheme himself.Those formulas flashed through his mind, and the memory of his body had been awakened long ago. He did not need to do anything. When the spiritual power passed through the veins, his body gradually became hot. There seemed to be a flame in his lower abdomen, which burned more and more vigorously, and his fair skin was stained. A layer of meandering pink.

His lips were pursed into a line, Xuan Zifang took a deep breath, his hands were trembling undetectably, and he held his weak things...

His face was getting more and more crimson, and he only wanted to finish his homework hastily. Who would have thought that Xuan Zifang hadn't touched meat for two years, and he was still young. The scene of meeting Su Ji sincerely will always appear in my mind... It was a three-point superficial thought, but it was also tossed to seven-point.

In addition, every word and every sentence of the formulas of this dual practice is easy to understand, and he only needs to go through it in his mind once, and he can automatically generate those evil pictures.

At the moment of emotion, Xuan Zifang forcibly retained a sliver of sanity, clamped his legs tightly, and finally held back after all kinds of patience, but the thing between his legs also completely raised his head, and it seemed to be congested, and he pretended to hold the thing. His hands were also stained with a little sticky liquid.

Xuan Zifang panted slightly, his mouth was dry and his brain was dizzy, his face was unbearably hot, but his body was empty.

It is said that double cultivation is a wonderful thing, but double cultivation alone is simply torture in disguise!

Xuan Zifang lay sideways on the bed, hunched over, his eyes gradually misty, and his breathing became a little more depressed and urgent. His mouth opened and closed, his legs rubbed against each other, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of ants in his heart. Crawling, itchy and uncomfortable.

When Su Ji opened the bedroom door, what he saw was the scene in front of him.

The boy curled up on the bed, his body without a trace of fat was presented calmly in front of him, and he twisted his body unconsciously.His little head shook slightly, his brows were lightly frowned, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes as black as obsidian were filled with water vapor, he was slightly taken aback when he saw him, and subconsciously said: "Su..." Xuan Zifang propped himself up, with a dark expression on his face. Su Ji's eyes were heavy because his hair was draped around.

Even though Su Ji had cultivated his Bingshan face to perfection over the years, at this moment, his heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, and his footsteps paused.

Seeing Su Ji getting closer, Xuan Zifang also recovered a little bit of clarity, with a fiery accusation in his eyes.He flattened his mouth: "Uncomfortable..."

"Uncomfortable?" Su Ji walked to the bedside, condescendingly pinched his smooth chin, his voice hoarse.

"Why don't you give it a try... I'm about to go mad..." There was a crying sound at the end of the voice, and Xuan Zifang looked at Su Ji pitifully.Unexpectedly, Uncle Su's gaze was like a torch, but he was unmoved at all. His eyes lingered on Xuan Zifang, but he still stood straight in front of the bed. It was not until Xuan Zifang pulled his sleeve that Su Ji opened his mouth slowly.

"You want me to help you? But I already have tofu." Su Ji looked at him with a half-smile, "I ate too much and couldn't eat anymore."

Xuan Zifang almost spat out a mouthful of blood, he knew it!He knew that what the uncle said about homework was making things difficult for him!Dare Su Ji to be so narrow-minded, he wouldn't even take the loss of word games!

"Then... What does Uncle Master want me to do?" Xuan Zifang stared at the part of Su Ji's neck exposed under that stern face, and stayed on that Adam's apple for a long time. The more he looked at his body, the more difficult it was to control, and he couldn't help swallowing .

Su Ji said with a relaxed expression: "How you want me to help you depends on your sincerity."

Xuan Zifang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand in front of Su Ji, pulled the opponent's Taoist robe, pulled off the outer robe roughly, then pulled Su Ji's arm, pushed him onto the bed, and turned over by himself Riding on Su Ji's waist.His thighs pressed against Su Ji's waist, and the skin touched, making Xuan Zifang blush again. His anger overshadowed his shame. His fingers stiffly tugged on Su Ji's belt, and it took a long time to untie it.Then I saw the hideous thing between Su Ji's legs, and seeing Su Ji squinting his eyes leisurely, I really wanted to kill him!But he still held the high-spirited thing with his hand, and watched it getting thicker and thicker in a daze, and his hand seemed to be holding a piece of red-hot iron.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Zifang murmured softly, as if bewitched, pouted his hips, lowered his waist, stuck out his little tongue, and licked that angry head.

Salty, astringent, taste is not good.

But Xuan Zifang just thought about it for a while, then opened his mouth and swallowed the head, the smell of Su Ji's body filled his nose, the bewitchment seemed to be a little deeper, and he swallowed a little more.

Su Ji's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his gaze towards Xuan Zifang was full of danger.

Xuan Zifang didn't know it, he just thought that it was a little depressing for Su Ji to punish him like this because of a small joke.But feeling the thing swell a little more in his mouth, no matter how thick his skin is, he began to feel hot, Xuan Zifang wrapped the two bulging balls and rubbed them, his breathing became more and more rapid.

It wasn't the first time, but when the palms with long fingers covered his body, Xuan Zifang couldn't help but trembled with excitement, taking Su Ji into himself bit by bit, although it was a bit painful at first , but I still feel that the vacancy in my heart has been filled.Xuan Zifang was so tormented by "Ming Fei Juan", he couldn't even wait for lubrication, relying on the little synovial fluid secreted from his back, he insisted on swallowing a little of Su Ji.

As a result, both of them became a little stiff, and Xuan Zifang felt jerky because he hadn't used the backyard for two years.Su Ji, on the other hand, was stuck in the middle of the journey, unable to get up or down, holding back and feeling uncomfortable.

Xuan Zifang glanced at Su Ji innocently, Su Ji understood, and sighed helplessly: "Let me do it."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and held down Xuan Zifang.

Su Ji thought of something, lowered his head and whispered something in Xuan Zifang's ear, and immediately saw Xuan Zifang's face turned redder, his eyebrows were knit together, and his inner wall suddenly shrank.Su Ji stared at him, but Xuan Zifang bit his lower lip, and boldly scratched Su Ji's back: "Master Uncle...you're shameless, and you want me to be in the same boat..."

Su Ji took a deep look at him: "Huh?"

Xuan Zifang froze immediately: "Dirty is dirty, who made me owe you..."

The corner of Su Ji's mouth twitched, and he got off the bed with Xuan Zifang in his arms, his body still connected.He hugged Xuan Zifang to the edge of the wall, and put his back against the wall. Under Xuan Zifang's exclamation, he hit him harder and harder, until Xuan Zifang's eyes almost went black.He had never seen Su Ji acting like Meng Lang before, and there was nothing around to hold on to, so he could only hug Su Ji's neck tightly, and Su Ji's chaotic breath sprayed on his neck, like a good girl The aphrodisiac made Xuan Zifang gradually intoxicated like drinking wine.

It took dozens of times for it to be hard and straight before it eased a little, but Su Ji still didn't let him go, and he tossed the ground, table, and bed until it was unsightly.

The cloud is full of love and rain, and Su Ji didn't ask for gold to withdraw until the sky was bright.This is a pain for Xuan Zifang, during the whole process, Xuan Zifang kept reminding Xuan Zifang of the formulas and sentences on the double cultivation method, his expression was upright, and his actions were rogue.Other people's dual cultivation is to improve their cultivation, but this person's dual cultivation is just for the sake of dual cultivation...

Xuan Zifang didn't get up until mid-sun, the mess in the bedroom had been tidied up.Xuan Zifang was really tired and slept too deeply, so he didn't pay attention to whether Su Ji had someone come in to clean up these traces, or he cleaned them up himself.

Next to the bed was a new set of Taoist robes, neatly folded.Xuan Zifang shook off the Taoist robe, but it was made according to his figure. Su Ji was taller than him, and the clothes were wider, unlike this one, there was no extra gap on his body.Xuan Zifang curled his lips, tapped his still heavy head, sat cross-legged on the bed, and checked his consciousness and physical injuries.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xuan Zifang opened his eyes in surprise.

Last night, he estimated that the injury to his consciousness sea would not heal within ten days and half a month, but after today's internal inspection, it seemed that the situation was better than he estimated.The pulling soul in the body is tightly wrapped by another spiritual force, and there is no sign of wreaking havoc, as if it has entered hibernation, and behaves well.

That spiritual power must belong to Su Ji, but I don't know why his spiritual power doesn't work for Yaohunyin. Didn't it mean that Huahunyin likes to eat spiritual power the most?

Xuan Zifang came out of the room and happened to see one of the purple-shirted boys, he couldn't help blocking the boy's way, and asked with arms crossed, "Where's Uncle Master?"

The boy in Zishan was still a little annoyed with Xuan Zifang's tofu, and refused to give him a good face: "Uncle Master went to Baitiao Peak to watch the fighting in the arena."

Xuan Zifang didn't care about the other party's expression, just nodded: "Oh, I see."

Zishan boy's face immediately became a little more vigilant: "Master uncle said, you can't go!"

"I'll take a sneak peek. It's not interesting. I'll be back soon!" Xuan Zifang winked at Zishan boy coaxing a child.

After the previous incident, the Zishan boy would never trust Xuan Zifang, but Xuan Zifang was tempted by the wonderful Wanzong Conference. After all, Xiaotong was still young and couldn't stand the temptation, so he finally made a difficult decision: "Okay, You can go, but let me follow..."

"no problem!