bodhisattva is busy

Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't help chuckling, he couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or sarcasm, his gentle breath fell on the top of desire, the little thing trembled, and then became more energetic.

Luo Fan leaned his whole body weight on the pillar. If he didn't have the support behind him, he might not even have the strength to stand up.

He lowered his head, trying his best to see Yang Jian's expression in his eyes, but because of the vague cover of the hem of the skirt and Yang Jian's lowered head, he couldn't see it clearly.

He simply gave up everything, leaned his head back against the pillar, didn't bother to care about anything, and let Yang Jian do what he wanted.

A warm and moist touch came from the desire under the body, the tip of the tongue slid across the top, jerky, licking tentatively, until it was slowly wrapped in the warm mouth, rubbing and swallowing, although occasionally inadvertently The sharp teeth knocked, but it didn't affect Luo Fan's interest at all.

As long as he thinks that the person half-kneeling in front of him and pleasing him with his lips and tongue is Yang Jian, that man who can be called indifferent and arrogant, there will be an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I can't tell the difference... I don't need him to tell the difference.

He just needs to enjoy, that kind of indescribable... trembling pleasure... the ultimate joy...

Pleasant panting and moaning overflowed from the teeth, Luo Fan closed his eyes, his mind was full of Yang Jian's bottom-up glance just now, the cold and arrogant eyes, the expressionless handsome face, with the color of restraint, The raised brow revealed a little imperceptible smile, exaggerating the gentleness he was familiar with, the extremely ecstatic scene, and he couldn't help but call his name over and over again.

"Yang Jian...Yang Jian..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the hem of the skirt fell down again. Desire and pleasure blurred his sanity, and his reaction was not as quick as before. He stared blankly at the white skirt falling down, resting on Yang Jian's back, and then slid down without any hindrance. Until the whole person is enveloped in it.

The thin but opaque hem of the skirt clearly outlines the outline of a human figure. His head is shaking and the hem of the skirt is heaving, making his breathing unstable and inexplicably hot.

If you can't see it, you can only feel it. Desire is wrapped in the narrow mouth, and the nimble fingers are stroking the small balls on both sides. The temperature of the fingertips is not high, and there is a sharp stimulation on the hot desire. Wherever it passes, it can bring up clusters of lust, almost painful pleasure, which makes people want to stop.

As the speed increased, a raging desire exploded in his body. Finally, Luo Fan couldn't help but straighten his waist, and unrestrainedly thrust into Yang Jian's mouth a few times. The fire of desire that burned people to death spewed out together with the viscous liquid.

Under the skirt, he heard Yang Jian cough dryly from choking, he took a few breaths, and then hurriedly lifted up the skirt, revealing Yang Jian's figure.

"Yang Jian...how are you?"

"fine."

Yang Jian stood up, his expression was as stern as before, his eyes were still gentle, there was a slight curve on his lips, and there was still a white liquid in the corner of his mouth that was too late to swallow, coupled with his half-unwrapped black robe...

So fucking sexy!

Luo Fan suddenly became lustful, put his arms around Yang Jian's neck, and rushed to kiss him.

After exchanging a deep kiss, Luo Fan hung on Yang Jian's body while leaning against the pillar, with a kind of laziness and satisfaction after venting, smiling so contentedly, his small appearance was quite attractive.

"Uncle Master isn't going to help me?" Yang Jian returned to his usual gentleness, and there seemed to be a bit of grievance in his eyes, which made Luo Fan feel guilty.

Yang Jian leaned his head against Luo Fan's neck, carelessly wrapped his earlobe in his mouth, and said in a vague voice, "...I can bear it so much that it hurts..."

Luo Fan consciously put his hand into Yang Jian's obscene pants, the tentacles were so hot and hard that it almost hurt his palm. As soon as he touched it, Yang Jian's suppressed moan with a little relief came from his ears. Yang Jian had been tormented by desire for such a long time. He suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, and his softness was in a mess. He was moved and opened his mouth for a moment: "Then you... come in..."

"Really?" Yang Jian's expression was so pleasantly surprised that Luo Fan felt embarrassed to say the words "only this time, next time we have to rely on our own abilities".

"……Um."

Responding vaguely, Luo Fan stretched out his hand to untie Yang Jian's belt, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously. There is a small difference, but generally speaking, I still have some expectations.

However, this kind of expectation was completely retreated with the intrusion of Yang Jian's first finger.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Taking a breath, Luo Fan sadly thought: It seems that there is no lubricant in this era...

Suddenly there is a desire to go back in time and retract the foreword.

"It's a little tight..." As he said, Yang Jian took out his finger and patted Luo Fan's buttocks lightly and gently. When he turned his wrist, a small bottle appeared in his hand. He poured out a pill, and then put away the bottle.

Luo Fan looked inexplicably: "What?"

His feet were still hooked around Yang Jian's waist, so Yang Jian easily stuffed the pill into it.

As soon as the elixir came into contact with the warm inner wall, it quickly melted into a liquid and moistened the tunnel. This time, Yang Jian inserted his fingers into it without hindrance, and the tunnel shrank as the foreign object entered, and it was tightly absorbed. Fingers, but did not produce too much pain.

Feeling these changes, the corner of Luo Fan's mouth twitched, and he sighed in a low voice: "It's so advanced..."

The fingers twitched shallowly, the tunnel gradually adapted to the entry and exit of foreign objects, and the tense acupuncture points gradually relaxed. At this time, the second finger also broke in.

"...Does it hurt?" Yang Jian whispered in his ear, and gently stroked his sensitive lower back and inner thighs with his empty hands, or gently stroked, or kneaded and rubbed lightly and heavily at times, The intention is to overwhelm the pain and pull the person under his palm into a deeper abyss of desire.

Luo Fan shook his head. There was some pain, but it was not unbearable. Compared with the pain, it was more difficult for him to get used to the foreign body sensation when foreign objects came in and out. He frowned slightly, and said softly: "Continue..."

"Hmm... ah..." The moment the words fell, the third finger squeezed in without warning. Luo Fan was caught off guard and couldn't help raising his head and gasping, a thin and suppressed moan escaped from his mouth.

He could clearly feel the touch of Yang Jian's slender fingers slowly twitching in his body, rubbing against the soft inner wall, and there were bursts of obscene sounds due to the lubrication of the elixir, which made his face feel hot inexplicably.

The feeling of distending pain gradually disappeared, his fingertips raged in his body, and he didn't know where he touched, a strange sense of pleasure rose from behind him, his body twitched for a moment, gasping for breath, his teeth were hard to breathe. A nearly sweet moan flowed out patiently, the desire that subsided a little due to pain and discomfort raised his head again, and drops of crystal clear liquid overflowed uncontrollably from the top.

"... Uncle Master is so sensitive..." Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and smiled, and suddenly pulled out his finger to flick Luo Fan's desire, the little thing trembled violently, and the transparent liquid flowed down and landed on his hand.

The desire in front of him was not satisfied, and the pain behind him was relieved by the sudden withdrawal of his fingers, but what followed was an indescribable sense of emptiness, and his body longed uncontrollably. Not long ago, Wen felt the same ecstasy that was different from ejaculation, not only his body, but also his soul was longing for Yang Jian, longing for the strange joy he brought him...

He put his hands around the back of Yang Jian's head, and gently tugged at the long hair on the side of Yang Jian's neck because of his dissatisfaction, panting and urging in a low voice: "Hurry up... hurry up..."

Different from Luo Fan's impatience, Yang Jian's patience is almost astonishing. His scorching, hard and huge head was at the entrance, but he didn't enter immediately. The fiery temperature lingered on the root of his thigh, and he only moved slightly. With some superficial friction, they skillfully tease each other's bodies and lusts.

Burning...burning...

Luo Fan couldn't help but look up at Yang Jian. The familiar face was stained with lust, and the arrogance of being aloof and arrogant had faded away. His eyelids were slightly closed, the corners of his lips were slightly parted, and he let out a sigh that he didn't know whether it was satisfaction or enjoyment. Moaning, the indistinct scorching breath and hoarse voice couldn't help stirring his heartstrings.

Aware of Luo Fan's gaze, Yang Jian suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at him. The slightly drooping eyelids could not hide the suppressed and crazy desire underneath. It was a fiery emotion that was completely different from his unhurried and quiet movements. , It was shocking, those eyes were as deep as ink, like the vortex on the sea surface, almost swallowed Luo Fan, and brought him to sink together.

desire...not enough...emptiness...longing...

All kinds of feelings converged into a cluster of flames, the pain and... longing that seemed to directly burn the soul through the body...

Luo Fan tried his best to squeeze some strength out of his limp body, pulled out one foot and kicked Yang Jian's chest, cursing with desire and dissatisfaction: "You fucking dawdling... wool!"

The clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and instantly became watery, and the thick eyelashes fluttered and swayed, hiding the golden sun, which was indescribably captivating.

He has never longed for someone so much as now, no matter whether it is a deep hug or a fierce possession, no one has ever seduced him as deeply as Luo Fan, and the next moment, the self-control he has always been proud of is in It collapsed into ashes in an instant.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Luo Fan's foot that was kicking towards his chest. The kick was almost effortless, and his slender ankle was easily held tightly between his fingers.

"Hey, let go!"

Luo Fan struggled subconsciously, but at this moment he obviously forgot his posture at this moment, he was sandwiched between Yang Jian and the pillar without touching his feet, one foot was held by Yang Jian, and the other was wrapped around the opponent's waist During this time, the degree of difficulty was quite high, and he would be on the verge of falling when he shook it, so he hurriedly grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder, and wisely used that leg to tighten the opponent's strong waist.

Naturally, Yang Jian couldn't let go. He grabbed Luo Fan's ankle, gently raised that slender leg and folded it up. The fully developed acupuncture point was immediately exposed in front of his eyes. It shrank slightly in the cold wind, as if some kind of A silent invitation.

"Uncle Master...bear for a while..." He murmured softly, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward, the fiery giant paused at the entrance, and then slowly pushed forward at an extremely slow but non-stop speed Squeeze in.

"Hiss—" Luo Fan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he raised his head with tears in his eyes and gasped, passively waiting for the sharp pain to pass.

The slow advance prolongs the pain indefinitely, and the tearing pain is strangely mixed with a touch of almost excruciating pleasure, making it impossible for him to tell whether he is praying for the pain to subside quickly or quietly yearning for more.

His hands tightly grasped Yang Jian's shoulders, and his not-so-sharp nails were deeply embedded in the opponent's flesh, leaving a few deep crimson dents, and faint blood overflowed faintly.

After the sudden pain passed, he recovered his breath and gasped for breath. He couldn't bear the slow throbbing behind him like torture. The inner wall was resisting the entry of foreign objects, shrinking tighter and tighter, which also made Yang Jian enter. The speed is getting slower and slower, it is simply a vicious circle.

Yang Jian didn't have a good time either. Desire entered the narrow corridor and was pinched almost in pain, but he still cautiously showed 12 points of patience, unwilling to hurt the people under him because of being too rough.

Sweat flowed from the corner of his forehead, across his resolute face, his long hair was wet like a waterfall, fell to Luo Fan's hand, and then dipped into the wound along his fingertips, causing a small tingling pain.

"Uncle... um... relax..."

How can labor and capital relax in this situation? !

It's really unrealistic, so Yang Jian cautiously controlled the speed, while pacifying Luo Fan's body, casually arousing his lust again.

Feelings of pleasure or pain flowed through Luo Fan's body piece by piece, washing his brain, constantly challenging his bottom line, and driving him almost crazy.

Looking up at Yang Jian's stern face that was rendered almost coquettish by lust, he suddenly said in a mysterious way: "No...don't worry about me, hurry... hurry up...ah——"

Before he finished speaking, he let out a sharp cry because of Yang Jian's sudden and merciless penetration. One of his feet was folded in front of his chest, and the other was powerlessly resting on Yang Jian's waist. Hanging from the waist, it can barely cover the place where the two of them intersect. The semi-erect desire outlines a vague shape under the skirt, which is faintly visible and attracts people's attention. The sun shines on him, and the thin sweat all over the body reflects. With an ambiguous luster, the whole person showed a dissolute and lewd posture, but he didn't notice it. A forbearance intertwined with pain and pleasure flashed across his face, and his eyes moistened with tears looked at Yang Jian in a daze. This strange sense of vulnerability makes people want to be tender and compassionate, and also want to ruthlessly wreak havoc.

——Contradictory but deadly charm.

Yang Jian stopped attacking, wrapped one hand around Luo Fan's waist, brushed his sweaty hair with one hand compassionately, and traced his slender fingertips along the corner of his forehead to his lips, "Look at my eyes, uncle... ..."

Luo Fan blankly opened his heavy eyelids, Yang Jian's eyes were instantly imprinted in his eyes, extremely gentle eyes, the fiery friendship in those eyes could almost burn him, but he was inexplicably happy to see it.

He likes... such eyes...

He likes...Yang Jian looked at him with such eyes...

In his memory, when he occasionally went to the Heavenly Court, he saw Yang Jian always with a cold and distant chuckle, gentle and gentle eyes, but it somehow made people feel that he hadn't been taken into account by these black eyes. A kind of arrogance of a different kind, a silver armor reflecting the silver light of the sky, the green tip of the three-pointed and two-edged halberd mercilessly cut through the clouds, just like its owner, cold and aloof.

Standing in the sky, Yang Jian is cold and arrogant, but also lonely. Due to his personality, he is almost demanding on himself. In such a big heaven, except for his brothers such as Nezha and Huang Tianhua and his acquaintances during the Battle of the Conferred Gods, he is a friend. None, not one...

But such a person is willing to stay for him, softens his eyes and restrains his sharpness for him, how lucky he is in this life.

He likes Yang Jian's gentle eyes and indulgent attitude, and likes how Yang Jian treats him so specially, so much that his heart hurts.

Thinking about it this way, the pain of being pierced behind doesn't seem so unbearable anymore.

He propped up his upper body slightly, relaxed his arms around Yang Jian's neck, and couldn't help but suck the other's lips, kissing and gnawing from the corners of his lips down to his throat, and bit the protruding Adam's apple between his teeth , and then stretched out his tongue to lick the faint tooth marks, small friction, inadvertent teasing, ambiguous and eager lust continued to rise between the two.

Desire is out of control.

Yang Jian suddenly pulled out the heat under his body, and then pushed hard——

"Ugh...ahhh——Yang Jian!"

Luo Fan was so stimulated that he suddenly let go, but Yang Jian didn't intend to stop at all. His self-control had already declared a collapse, like a beast that had finally broken free from its shackles, relying on the most primitive instinct to act, and the desire was fast and fast. It pumped powerfully and continuously in Luo Fan's body, without restraint at all, every stroke hit the depths of the tunnel, constantly stimulating Luo Fan's body.

He hugged Yang Jian, leaned against the column, and passively endured all the feelings Yang Jian brought him, whether it was pain, enjoyment, intolerability, or joy.

It's just a combination of bodies, but it seems that he has really merged with this person. He stared at Yang Jian's eyes, and those eyes also looked at him intently. The deep eyes seemed to be intertwined with tenderness and pity. The vortex was swirling, and he couldn't help being intoxicated in it, his mouth intermittently overflowed with short gasps and broken moans, sinking and floating along with the black vortex.

With the twitching behind him, the sensitive point was fondled, Luo Fan's half-soft desire covered by the skirt gradually stood up, overflowing with transparent liquid, wet the thin skirt, but that was all there, the desire that could not be soothed Never get the pleasure of liberation.

"Yang Jian..." Luo Fan looked at Yang Jian beggingly, and Yang Jian's face indulging in lust was reflected in his hazy vision, as elegant and handsome as he remembered, with his phoenix eyes raised slightly, half-closed, his eyes were full of Unconcealable enthusiasm, slightly parted red lips, let out a satisfied sigh.

Never before has I been so deeply aware of Yang Jian's handsomeness, exuding a suffocating charm.

Luo Fan stared at the other person's face almost obsessively, reached out to touch Yang Jian's eyes, and unconsciously stroked down along the face, then he grabbed Yang Jian's caressing palm on his chest, led it to the lower body, separated The hem of the skirt covered her own heat, driving it to rub up and down.

Every thrust and every touch is like an accumulation of pleasure, until the two climb to the peak of desire together.

"Ah——Yang Jian...I...I'm about to..."

A faint crimson color appeared on the body that had experienced lust, and accompanied by a low cry that was almost sobbing, Luo Fan suddenly arched up and trembled slightly, the desire in front of him released a warm white turbidity, dirtying the pure The white dress looked extraordinarily charming and obscene, and the tunnel that wrapped the man's desire suddenly shrank because of the vent of lust, and the heat still in his body suddenly swelled up a little bit, Yang Jian lowered his head and kissed Luo Fan's Lips, the lower body was violently thrust several times, a hot liquid burst out, and shot into the depths of the tunnel.

The fiery passion fell silent, the two hugged each other tightly and leaned lazily together, their lips pressed together tenderly, rubbing or licking them from time to time, enjoying the aftertaste of orgasm.

After a while, lips and tongue parted, and Yang Jian withdrew from Luo Fan's body, supporting him to stand on the ground.

Feeling a stream of heat overflowing from his buttocks as he withdrew, dripping onto the corner of the skirt, wetting the ground, Luo Fan blushed, stood up straight uncomfortably, and gave a bold three-two He took off the skirt, walked a few steps quickly to the bed in an awkward naked position, then suddenly pounced, moaned comfortably, and refused to move an inch on his stomach.

Nima is so exhausted from having sex, he desperately needs a rest now.

Yang Jian looked at him lying on his back with a helpless smile, his eyes were so gentle that he couldn't believe it, he also took off the underwear that was half hanging on his body, closed the door with his hand, fell on the soft bed and hugged his little one. Uncle Shi rolled into a ball.

Luo Fan rolled into his arms cooperatively, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, saw his satiated appearance, turned over and pushed him down suddenly, and said angrily, "Hurry up and go to bed."

"Yeah." Yang Jian didn't mean to push his feet, lightly pecked Luo Fan's lips, and picked up the quilt next to them to cover the two of them.

Luo Fan went to work in the west the next day, and he was naturally wearing his usual long gown. Seeing this, Tathagata once again emphasized the importance of uniforms.

Luo Fan helplessly spread his hands, calmly expressing that the quality of the clothes is not up to standard, and it will be broken if you pull it casually.

Hearing this, Jin Chanzi quickly came over with another long white dress, looked at Luo Fan gloatingly, and smiled compassionately: "Master knew you were going to shirk, so he ordered me to prepare a few more."

The implication is that you should change obediently, there is no escape.

Luo Fan shrugged noncommittally, but didn't refuse. He honestly took it to the apse and changed his clothes. When he walked out leisurely, there were a lot of bruises and purple hickeys on his shoulders and chest. The eyes of the two gods.

Tathagata and Jin Chanzi's lips twitched imperceptibly at the same time, and finally Tathagata coughed twice, finally compromised, and said solemnly: "That dress doesn't seem to suit you, so let it go."

Luo Fan nodded with satisfaction: It should have been like this a long time ago, your old man was caught in the door before, right?

Since then, the low-cut white gauze dress of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has disappeared in the torrent of time.

It’s just that under his inadvertent neglect, the legend of Guanyin Bodhisattva’s appearance has been spread everywhere in the world. For this reason, devout people even made a golden statue for him. I saw a stone-carved lotus sitting on it, and a Bodhisattva in a long skirt sitting upright. On it, one holds the Jade Cleansing Bottle and the other pinches the formula, with a gentle smile and a compassionate expression...

The so-called way of heaven is always running unswervingly in a way that ordinary people can't understand.

--Finish--

The author has something to say: I have a deep feeling that we no longer have a lower limit... Hey...

Although there are only two chapters, the amount of content is very good. I wanted to post it in one chapter, but it seems too long and it is not easy to print it out. Really stewed for several days, cups~~ Nima is really exhausted, we urgently need to rest now~~~

Meaty, we are at this level, ahem, just wait and see, it's a joke~~~

I don’t know if anyone has noticed that they have never closed the door, so it would be fun if the two little apprentices walked past the door at this time... Haha, but we are kind people, so we don’t want to make a mess Now, let the second brother eat Xiaofanzi with peace of mind...

Finally, girls, be sure to keep a low profile in your comments! ! !