Tanglin heard the words

Let's say that when Chu Yan was tempted by Dong Lingxi and rushed over without hesitation, Yihong was uncharacteristically, showed his lightness kung fu very wittily, and went back to his room.

Contrary to Yihong's arrogant temperament, his bedroom is unexpectedly simple and simple, without any fancy decorations, it is connected to the study with a door.

The interior of the house is dominated by blue tones, with a bed, a table, a chair and a couch, a pipa leaning against a small bookcase half the height of a person, and several elegant ink paintings occupy the walls.

"Owner."

Ghost is dressed in black, without a copper mask with facial features, and the only eyes exposed are heartless and without waves. He looks like a ghost, kneeling at Yihong's feet without a trace of anger, with a straight tone.

Yihong stopped undressing his clothes, squinted and said, "Get lost."

"The subordinates used 320 seven moves to kill the old monster of the red flute, and the master promised that the subordinates could get one request."

Yihong frowned slightly, remembering that when he hunted down the red flute old monster a few months ago, he promised Ghosting, "If it's within [-] moves, you can ask whatever you want." He lowered his head and asked in a deep voice: " To settle accounts?"

"My subordinates dare not."

"That's not going yet."

After Yihong finished speaking, the ghost didn't speak anymore, but he didn't leave either, just knelt straight, motionless.

Raising his eyebrows and snorting coldly, Yihong stepped on the man's right leg, and said in a low voice, "If you're playing this game with me, don't you look at how heavy you are? Chu Yan sullenly ignores Dong Lingxi, then It's because he has capital, and Dong Lingxi is happy to tease him, so what are you?"

The ghost still didn't respond, just paused, raised his hand to take off the mask, revealing an ordinary face, looked up at his master, and repeated: "This subordinate used 320 seven moves to kill the red flute old monster, master Xu subordinates can get a request."

"Heh," Yihong laughed lightly, stretched out his hand to pinch Ghosting's chin, and said with a sigh: "You are so ugly, I really want to feel sorry for you, but I'm not interested in it."

"The subordinates used 320 seven moves to kill the red flute old monster, the master..."

"Okay, I'm not deaf, I heard it, it's really annoying to repeat it over and over again," Yihong retracted his foot, turned his back, took off his coat, and asked casually: "Tell me, what is your request."

The ghost face remained calm, looking down at Yihong's blue short boots, and replied word by word: "Master, please allow your subordinates to serve ||QIN tonight."

Hearing this, Yihong stopped undoing his wrist guard, turned his head to look over, and after a while, he softly uttered a word.

"What a BIAO|| who owes the ||CAO."

Ghosting actually just wanted to spend a Spring Festival with Yihong, instead of hiding in the beams or in the grass by himself and accompanying Yihong without anyone noticing, but standing clearly beside his master, spending the Spring Festival you know I know the Spring Festival.

A few days ago, he started to think of a way, but after much deliberation, there was really no other reason except for the reason of 'Patient ||QIN', but the matter of 'Patient|QIN' is not something he can say In the end, I still have to listen to the master, but fortunately, there was an old monster with a red flute before, otherwise I would have to squat in the grass and stare at the window all night.

Compared to hiding in the corner and listening to the window corners of his master and others, Ghost Shadow hopes that the other protagonist is himself. As for the arduous task of listening to the window corners, let other shadow guards take it.

With a 'snap' of the whip, the excited ghost trembled all over.

"Missed?" Yihong raised the corners of his mouth, half-smile, and his voice was low: "Why, not interested? This seat has nothing else, but I will be considerate. If you lose interest, this seat will let you go. "

"No, I know my mistake, I beg the master to give me another chance." With a straight voice, Guiying Chi|Luo leaned on her upper body, straightened her back, and knelt with her back to Yihong. Eight red and swollen welts without blood.

Although there is no blood in the whip marks, there are not many, but it is really unbearable. Yihong used an ordinary whip, but it was stained with special medicinal powder. When the whip went down, it was painful and numb, itchy and hot, burning pain itch.

Most people can bear the pain of broken bones, but few people can turn a blind eye to the gnawing of thousands of ants.

"Opportunity," Yihong squatted slowly, tracing the welt marks on the ghost's back with his fingers half-touching, one by one, and a few traces of enthusiasm gradually burst into his eyes, "Of course I can make up for it once. Chance."

"Thank you, master."

"Ghosting," Yihong narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "The best thing about you is that you are strong enough, whether it is body or mind, although it is really not very good, but in terms of body alone If so, there are still some things that can attract me."

"It's an honor for my subordinates."

As soon as Ghosting's words fell to the ground, there was a sharp pain in his back, and the man's body shook violently.

"However, I hate it when you talk," Yihong poked his head around Ghosting's neck, looking into the man's eyes that had no emotion at all, "So, shut your mouth."

"Yes, Master."

Standing up, Yihong dropped the whip in his hand, took off his underwear and shoes and socks, and ordered: "Take||GUANG's clothes off, kneel on the bed."

The man without fluctuations is as obedient as a puppet, and his movements are extremely fast, it is only an instant thing to get his clothes on and put CHUANG on.

Yihong sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and pushed the man's upper body down, "Put your head on that side, I'm not interested in your face, it's enough to have you underneath."

The ghost moved at the command without any procrastination, and completely obeyed the command. After kneeling down, he buried his face in his arms, kicked his legs||KAI, and stopped moving an inch.

Frankly speaking, Ghost Shadow is not considered strong. He is a shadow guard and a killer. Fate, when killing the old monster Red Flute, although he said 320 seven moves, in fact, he was beaten unilaterally all the time, but in the end, the young man looked down on him more and more, and even spared time to ridicule the ghost house In name only.

The killer who has been hiding in the shadows all year round has no rich inside information, no gorgeous moves, and only relies on that sure-kill blow.

When the red flute old monster died, he was still smiling, but a dagger was stuck in the back of his head by CHA|. The bloody killer had no expression, his eyes were flat, and he didn't do anything other than report to the master sitting beside him that he had completed the task. language.

Therefore, the wounds on Ghosting's body are different from Chu Yan's. His wounds carry life everywhere, including his own and others'.

His injury, no shame and unwillingness, no despair and persecution.

Therefore, Dong Lingxi loves Chu Yan because of the injuries all over his body.

Yihong, however, hates Ghosting because of the wounds all over his body.

Therefore, the wounds on Ghosting's body are different from Chu Yan's. His wounds carry life everywhere, including his own and others'.

His injury, no shame and unwillingness, no despair and persecution.

Therefore, Dong Lingxi loves Chu Yan because of the injuries all over his body.

Yihong, however, hates Ghosting because of the wounds all over his body.

"I'm getting wet," Yihong took a box of ointment from the pillow, threw it to the ghost, and then lay down comfortably, with his hands behind his head, looking at the man who was just a few feet away from him seriously, Skillfully dug out the ointment, skillfully dilated||expanded his own posterior xue, and soon, skillfully took out a white jade male root from his body.

Yihong frowned suddenly when he saw it, and asked in a deep voice, "Who told you to put it in?"

"The master said five years ago, 'It's so tight, it hurts all over my body, so let it go...'," Ghosting described the words clearly without any ups and downs, and even imitated Yihong's tone.

Hearing this, Yihong immediately laughed angrily, "You like this, right? Well, I'll satisfy you well. If you don't order me from now on, just leave it alone for me every day."

"Master, I have a message for my subordinates."

"Say."

"The ghost house has rules. When the shadow guards are on duty, they must not interfere with their missions due to anything."

Yihong Danfeng stared, raised his hand and slapped Guiying's buttocks, "Do you think I'm a fool, I don't know this."

The ghost image was like a stone, it didn't reflect anything, it just replied: "This subordinate is offending, what this subordinate means is that the master asks the master to take this subordinate as a sex slave and release his internal strength."

"..." Yihong blinked, a little unable to keep up with Ghosting's train of thought, and hurriedly asked: "What do you mean, say it again."

"What this subordinate means is that if you have jade in your body at any time, you are not a shadow guard, but a servant."

In fact, the meaning in Guiyinghua is the literal meaning, and there is really no other meaning at all.

However, the same sentence changes the taste when it is heard by others.

Yihong thinks, the implication of the ghost shadow is, master, you are a fool, I am not, that thing hinders me from completing the mission, you are fine if the mission fails, but I will go to the execution room to receive punishment, if you are lucky, you will go directly to the death penalty room, if you are unlucky If he is dragged out and exposed to the sun to death, then it is better to be a servant directly, this Broken Shadow Guard, I am wrong.

Therefore, in many cases, you can't talk nonsense, and you can't be too direct...

The so-called "disease enters from the mouth, disaster comes from the mouth" is simply a proverb tailored for ghosts.

Yihong twitched his mouth, stretched out his hand to pick up the jade object that Ghosting had just put on the bed, and thrust it into the slippery XUW mouth. With a shiver, his breathing became heavy.

"With your face, you are not worthy of being my servant!" After saying that, he slapped her hard again.

"Uh... master..."

'Snapped'!Hitting the man's butt hard, Yihong gritted his teeth, "Shut up! I don't want to hear what you say!"

The sudden slap made the lustful ghost not resist, and let out another groan.

With a soft snort, Yihong pinched the man's inner thigh, causing the man to tremble, "How did I forget, you like this, every time I hit you, you will be very excited, really, pervert."

"Yes."

"Say, do you like me to spank your ass?"

"Yes, my subordinates like it."

"Do you like pinching here?" As he said, Yihong pinched Yihong's inner thighs, side waist, and the small fruit on his chest one after another, making the man tremble and scalding hot.

"Master,...subordinates, I like it."

Satisfied, he pulled out the jade vessel and threw it aside, Yihong leaned back on the cushion and ordered lazily: "Come here, do what you should do."

Ghosting's breath was short and thick, he turned around, leaned close to Yihong, stretched out his hand to untie his master's trousers, put his head in his mouth to put the half-raised thing into his mouth, and then skillfully swallowed it until the thing was firm, still It was the expressionless man who straddled Yihong's body and put the hard thing into his body.

The hot and soft place made Yihong close his eyes comfortably, and with the faster and faster ups and downs, and the man's low-pitched moans from time to time, Yihong's senses were gradually raised to the extreme.

The moment it burst out, both of them moaned involuntarily.

After gradually regaining consciousness, Ghosting sat back on the bed, took a towel, and wiped Yihong carefully, and then stepped forward to leave, but was kicked back by Yihong.

"Owner?"

Squeezing the man's chin, Yihong sneered, "What are you doing? I'm done. You're not done yet. Lay back."

Ghosting sat back on the bed obediently, looked at his master calmly, and asked straightforwardly: "Master, please tell me."

After gradually regaining consciousness, Ghosting sat back on the bed, took a towel, and wiped Yihong carefully, and then stepped forward to leave, but was kicked back by Yihong.

"Owner?"

Squeezing the man's chin, Yihong sneered, "What are you doing? I'm done. You're not done yet. Lay back."

Ghosting sat back on the bed obediently, looked at his master calmly, and asked straightforwardly: "Master, please tell me."

Yihong leaned on the soft cushion, pointed to the opposite corner of his bed, and ordered: "Go there, sit down, spread your legs, and use this jade to play with your **** body. When will you faint? It's over."

Ghosting looked down at the jade, and asked without hesitation: "This subordinate fainted, where is he fainted?"

"Nonsense," Yihong opened his mouth and cursed back, "You're already unconscious, how can you run outside by yourself?"

That is, fainting on this bed...

Where Yihong couldn't see, the man with a stone face turned his lips up, "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

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