Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

Song Qingshu was very upset, he got hit by a strange Gu worm for no reason, and the damn rescue method was so perverted.Today, he was kissed forcibly by Zhang Wuji who has always been his younger brother, and then he suffered from abdominal pain, and then he heard that his father handed him over, and finally he bleeds heavily. The mood is really terrible.So now Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji very disliked.

"Senior brother has lost so much blood, I was worried that he would faint in the bathroom, so I came in to serve him." Zhang Wuji didn't mind Song Qingshu's harsh tone at all, and looked at him gently, "Didn't we often get together in the valley before?" Do you take a bath in the creek? So brother, don’t be shy, I have seen every place of brother.”

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, he was ashamed of your sister, look at you big-headed ghost, if he knew that Zhang Wuji thought of him like this before, he wouldn't be so close to Zhang Wuji if he was killed, this kid is really a black-bellied and big-tailed wolf, He has been eating his own tofu.

Zhang Wuji didn't seem to see Song Qingshu's white eyes and unkind expression, he still looked at Song Qingshu tenderly and affectionately, which made Song Qingshu's goosebumps rise, and he missed the fat and non-threatening Zhang Wuji ten years ago, looking at him now Zhang Wuji, who was tall, handsome and striking, suddenly had a thought in his mind: self-inflicted evil would not allow him to live.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's indifferent appearance, Song Qingshu felt so angry that he didn't move out, his head suddenly became dizzy, and his body shook involuntarily.Zhang Wuji's complexion changed, his figure flickered, he supported Song Qingshu, and said worriedly: "Brother, sit down first."

Song Qingshu only felt a blank in front of his eyes, and a dull pain in his mind. He didn't have the strength to resist Zhang Wuji, so he followed his strength and sat on the bamboo couch beside him.Seeing his expression, Zhang Wuji knew that it was the sequelae of excessive blood loss, so he could only quietly wait for Song Qingshu to recover, and kissed Song Qingshu's forehead in distress.

It took a while for Song Qingshu to recover, his face was pale, after this encounter, he was not in the mood to argue with Zhang Wuji.Although now I know what Zhang Wuji thinks of him, but the two of them have been too familiar with each other in the past ten years, and as Zhang Wuji said, they have seen it a long time ago anyway, so one more time should be fine.

What's more, with his current situation, I'm afraid he really doesn't have the energy to clean himself up. Instead of letting other unfamiliar people serve him, it's better to let Zhang Wuji come.With his current situation, I believe Zhang Wuji will not do anything.

"Didn't you say you want to serve me?" Song Qingshu said weakly after thinking about it.

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Qingshu to agree, but then he realized that the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes lit up.

Song Qingshu only had a pair of obscene trousers left on his body at this time, and the original white trousers were stained with red blood, which looked a little dazzling.Zhang Wuji made Song Qingshu's upper body too high buttocks empty, gently took off his pants, and let him sit down again.

Zhang Wuji's complexion changed, and his originally happy expression suddenly turned gloomy. Looking at the inside of the panties near his buttocks, he saw a few thick black blood clots sticking to them, which seemed a bit shocking.

"Senior brother... where did the blood come from?" Zhang Wuji first carefully looked at the front of Song Qingshu, but he didn't see any wounds. He wanted to look at the back, but he was worried that his senior brother would be unhappy, so he could only look at Song Qingshu and asked hesitantly .

Song Qingshu also saw those black blood clots, before saying anything, Zhang Wuji's eyes swept back and forth several times, his body froze, and he gave Zhang Wuji a look, but seeing the undisguised worry on his face, he frowned. He pursed his lips and spit out two words, "Behind."

"Would you like me to take a look, brother?" Zhang Wuji asked worriedly.

Song Qingshu gave him a blank look when he heard the words, what's so good about that kind of place.However, he also knew that Zhang Wuji was worried. Coupled with the inexplicable bleeding in that place, it is not a good thing to have this kind of black blood clots. Song Qingshu himself was also a little worried, and thought that Zhang Wuji would wait for him to take a bath anyway. Sooner or later, he would watch arrive.So he nodded after thinking about it for a while.

Zhang Wuji relaxed, patted the bamboo couch under him, and said, "Senior brother, how about lying on it?"

Song Qingshu glared at him, but he also knew that to check the back, lying on his stomach was inevitable.So he just hesitated for a moment, then lay down on it, folded his hands on his chin, and didn't look at Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji's gaze quickly swept across Song Qingshu's beautiful back without a trace of fat, slender waist, straight buttocks, and slender legs, and finally returned to the snow-white buttocks, which were stained with blood, and black blood clots stuck to the gaps .Zhang Wuji put his hand on it, and felt the body under him tense instantly.

"Relax, brother, let me check inside." Zhang Wuji said softly.

Song Qingshu took a breath, resisted the urge to stand up and take Zhang Wuji aside, and tried to relax his body.Zhang Wuji felt the soft and elastic buttocks under his hand, his eyes became dark.

Gently forcefully part the two buttocks, revealing the secret place hidden in the middle. The blood-stained red part contracted unnaturally because of nervousness. Zhang Wuji's pupils shrank, and the hand that was pulling the buttocks tightened unconsciously. .

"Fuck, check it quickly." Song Qingshu said angrily at the pain from his hip.

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath. Although he had seen Song Qingshu's body before and touched every place, it was the first time Song Qingshu did these things when he was awake, so he was naturally a little excited.

Taking the cloth towel at the side to wipe off the blood on his buttocks, Zhang Wuji observed carefully, but found no wounds. He pondered for a while and turned his gaze to the small hidden hole. After hesitating for a moment, he still poked his fingers in.

Due to the infiltration of blood, the acupoints at the back have become soft, and Zhang Wuji's fingers easily entered. The warm, soft and firm touch made Zhang Wuji's breathing stagnate, and a certain part of his body was congested and swelled rapidly.

"Damn, bastard, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu suddenly struggled, turned his head and cursed, his face flushed red, he didn't know whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

Zhang Wuji suppressed Song Qingshu with one hand, and stayed still in the back acupuncture point with the other hand, his voice was a little low and hoarse, "I'll check inside, it will be fine soon. Brother, don't move."

"Damn it, take out your hand." Song Qingshu felt his scalp tingling with the feeling of foreign objects entering his body, and said through gritted teeth, his body struggled hard.

Song Qingshu's writhing body rubbed against Zhang Wuji constantly, the person he had been in love with all this time was writhing naked in front of his eyes, his seductive body swaying in front of his eyes, Zhang Wuji's breathing gradually became heavy, he closed his eyes, and pulled Song Qingshu's hand away Under the swollen body, looking at Song Qingshu whose body was frozen, he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, if you move again, Wuji can't help it."

"Bastard." Feeling the scorching giant that radiated heat and beating in the palm of his hand, it took a long time for Song Qingshu to utter two words, but he withdrew his hand but did not dare to move any more, lying on the bamboo couch with a stiff body.

Zhang Wuji smiled wryly and shook his head. He carefully explored the back acupoint with his fingers. The tunnel was soft and slippery without any wounds, but the bloodstains brought out by his fingers showed that the previous blood flowed from here, and a black hole was drawn. blood clot.Zhang Wuji withdrew his hand, "Senior brother, is there any other discomfort?"

"I feel uncomfortable all over my body." Song Qingshu sat up stiffly, and gave Zhang Wuji an angry look.She lowered her face, pursed her lips, and said unhappily, "No more, it's the same as that day, you'll be fine after the pain, but today there is more blood than that day."

After being tortured by Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu fully recovered, the previous dizziness disappeared, and his face was flushed, but most of them were annoyed.Standing up, he glanced at the tent propped up between Zhang Wuji's legs indiscriminately, turned his head and said, "Go out, I will do it myself."

Zhang Wuji glanced at his lower body with a wry smile, and worried whether he could bear it if he waited on his senior brother to take a bath, so he didn't insist, "I'll wait outside. If senior brother feels dizzy, call me."

It wasn't until Zhang Wuji's footsteps disappeared outside the door that Song Qingshu's stiff shoulders relaxed, a trace of anger flashed across his face, the feeling of being entered in the back was still imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't help uttering two words in a low voice, " asshole."

Song Qingshu entered with the help of the bathtub, wiped it slowly with a towel, finally hesitated, and stuck his finger into the bloody place behind him, and washed it indiscriminately.After this tossing, there was severe pain at first, and then a lot of blood loss. Under the steaming heat, his hands and feet were indeed limp, he had no strength at all, and his head began to feel dizzy.

When Song Qingshu came to his senses, he wanted to sit up, but he couldn't even lift his arms.I don't know if it's because the water vapor in the room is too thick, but Song Qingshu felt that it was difficult to breathe. Knowing that something was wrong, he opened his mouth and shouted at the first reaction: "Wuji..."

Although Song Qingshu yelled hard, the sound was a little weak. If Zhang Wuji hadn't been paying attention inside and was extremely sensitive to Song Qingshu's voice, he might not have heard it.

Sensing the weakness in Song Qingshu's voice, Zhang Wuji kicked the door open, and saw Song Qingshu leaning against the wall of the tub with a pale face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as weak as a butterfly with broken wings, looking at him with a trace of moist eyes. For himself, his heart softened all of a sudden.

Lovingly picked up the weak Song Qingshu, took the obscene underwear from the hanger, went directly into the room and put him on the bed, then gently put the clothes on for him.

Pulling over the quilt to cover Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji brushed aside the broken hair on Song Qingshu's forehead, lowered his head and pressed a kiss, and said softly, "Sleep well, brother."

Song Qingshu didn't have the energy to care about Zhang Wuji's kiss at this time, and lay on the soft and comfortable bed with his eyes closed, the familiar aura lingering around him faintly, and his breathing soon calmed down.

Zhang Wuji looked at him tenderly, and it took him a long time to get up and open the door to leave.

Zhang Wuji called several high-level members of Mingjiao to discuss some matters, and then went to Song Yuanqiao's room to share some ideas and decisions. Finally, after thinking about nothing, he returned to the small courtyard, entered the kitchen, and guarded in the kitchen The servant stood up and knelt down on one knee with some panic.

Zhang Wuji waved his hand to let those people go down, picked up some blood-enriching ingredients in the kitchen, steamed them in a casserole, stirred them from time to time, sat by the stove, recalled what happened in the bathroom just now, looked at the With the finger that once entered the body of the senior brother, a somewhat silly smile appeared on the usually shrewd and majestic Master Zhang's face.

Although Zhang Wuji had kissed and touched every inch of Song Qingshu's body when he was asleep before, he had never entered that private acupoint, because the feeling of foreign matter entering the body would stay in the body, not like leaving on the skin. The mark on the body can be erased as long as it is smeared with medicinal liquid. How could a martial arts practitioner not notice the feeling of being stretched inside the body.So in order not to be noticed by his senior brother, Zhang Wuji could only kiss there at most, but he absolutely did not dare to enter.

Thinking of that wonderful touch, an uncontrollable hot tide rushed to the lower part of the body, and the desire that had not been resolved before but was suppressed by force rose up instantly.Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, then used the palm of the finger that had entered the brother's body to reach into the panties, quickly rubbing against the swollen giant, kneading and stabbing at the top from time to time.

After a long time, Zhang Wuji became short of breath and growled, "Senior brother..."

He took out his hand and washed the whiteness on his hands in the basin on the side, and continued to sit back, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, with a comfortable expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

When Zhou Zhiruo entered the door, she saw Zhang Wuji's appearance, and she paused before calling out, "Master Zhang."

Zhang Wuji's previous thoughts were all focused on Song Qingshu, coupled with the unconscious relaxation after the climax, and being in Mingjiao's territory, he didn't even notice the approaching footsteps for a while.A stern look flashed in her eyes, she ignored Zhou Zhiruo who had something to say, and said coldly, "Come out."

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback, a black figure came out from the corner and knelt down in front of Zhang Wuji.Zhang Wuji slapped it with his palm, and the man immediately flew towards the wall, spit out a mouthful of blood, got up and knelt down again.

Zhang Wuji's tone was cold, "Who told you to let her in?"

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned pale, "Master Zhang, Zhiruo..."

"Go to the execution hall to receive the punishment." Zhang Wuji interrupted Zhou Zhiruo, and said coldly at the man in black kneeling on the ground with his head bowed.

The man in black didn't beg for mercy, and disappeared instantly.Zhou Zhiruo's words were interrupted by Zhang Wuji, and saw that Zhang Wuji didn't even look at him, and there was steam in his eyes, but thinking of the master's order, he still said softly: "Master Zhang, when Hanshui parted, there was no Thinking that the young master has now become the leader of the Ming Cult."

Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just talk about it."

A hint of anger flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face. She was beautiful since she was a child, and her talent in martial arts was also good. Miejue Shitai also loved her very much, and vaguely meant to train her as the next generation head of the Emei Sect. The popularity is also very good.When going down the mountain, all those men cared for her attentively, how could Zhang Wuji not give her any face at all.

If it were someone else, Zhou Zhiruo would just walk away without shaking her hands. She just looked at Zhang Wuji's exquisite face and tall and straight figure, and remembered her master's instructions. It is owned by the ancestor Guo Xiang and has been passed on, which is of great significance to the Emei Sect, and I hope that the leader Zhang can return it. If the leader Zhang has any conditions, he can put forward it, and the whole school will do his best to meet it."

Zhang Wuji lifted the lid of the casserole, scooped up a little with a spoon, tasted it, nodded and put the lid back on.Wrap the handle of the casserole with a cloth towel and pick it up, walked past Zhou Zhiruo, and left a sentence, "Senior brother Yitianjian likes it very much, tell Mie Juetai not to think about Yitianjian, otherwise you will be an enemy of me, Zhang Wuji, and Mingjiao." For the enemy."

Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip, obviously she didn't expect Zhang Wuji to leave no room for possibility, she cast a bitter look at Zhang Wuji's back, flicked her sleeves and left.