The King's Altar

Belle released a Chopin Nocturne to soothe his angry mood, then opened the webpage, and subconsciously remembered the forum that Jiang Zhaowei often visited, so he clicked on the favorites, went straight to that forum, and saw the training boss tonight on the homepage New post: [Urgent Seeking] 180-degree kneeling and kowtowing for muscle crash or martial arts skills.

Bei Le couldn't help laughing out at the title, and his thoughts drifted softly back to his youthful years when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.Every boy who has been addicted to stallion martial arts has a heroic complex without exception. He also naturally held a chivalrous tenderness when he was young and ignorant, and fantasized about his martial arts all day long, but there are no beauties around, only heroes from all walks of life. He falls.

"This kid! Let him go to sleep and rest, and he climbs the Internet to dream of being a hero! Anyway, he is 20 years old, why can't he grow up?" Bei Le shook his head and smiled to express his understanding, and blamed a few words leisurely Then I clicked on the theme post, and the smile was distorted immediately, and even Mozart couldn't appease him.

Jiang Zhaowei's purpose of practicing martial arts is very clear, and I saw that the main post wrote a nonsense in ancient Chinese and vernacular: "Thanks to everyone's concern, I have become more and more obsessed with raping the boss recently, but I still feel powerless. Thinking about the coquettish boss, long legs, easy to escape, pretentious, hard to tame, I have learned from the pain, not to be ravaged every night, but only to be raped once, I decided to start practicing martial arts hard from now on, and ask for advice from all heroes two!"

"The legs are long and easy to escape...do you think I'm an ostrich?" Belle turned his face away in pain, took two deep breaths before recovering, "You fucking...what else do you have in your mind besides raping me?"

The ID of the training boss was added a silver crown of "March [-] pacesetter" by the moderator at some point, and when he posted a post, the number of followers was like a blowout.

High-profile house: I was moved to tears by the heroic spirit of the landlord!

Selling rot to die to die: I was moved to tears by the landlord's deep love!

Who is stronger than me: I was moved to tears by the aggressiveness of the host!

Unlimited love: I was moved to tears by the landlord's magnificent dream!

This is the bloody love: I was moved to tears by the landlord's subversive vision!

Moaning pig: I was moved to tears by the landlord's bold coming out!

……

Bei Le almost crushed the mouse, and the veins on his forehead burst out of rage: "I am so touched by your sister! This forum is full of mobs!" Move the cursor to the login box, and Bei Le typed Enter the account number and password to log in. After applying for an account a few days ago, he has not had time to post. Tonight, he couldn't bear it anymore, and spoke angrily: Do you have brain problems?To collectively touch such an immoral person as the landlord?Three views are not correct!

As soon as this remark was made, the fiery post was silent for a full 3 minutes.

Bei Le took a sip of the grapefruit tea and sneered, "Hmph, these idiots urgently need an upright person like me to take a sip before they can reflect on their words and deeds."

After 3 minutes, someone finally replied timidly.

Tuning boss: Big brother upstairs, your ID is really... I can't comment, come downstairs.

Belle was taken aback for a moment, and raised the corners of his mouth in dissatisfaction.Look at the IDs in this forum, none of them have culture and connotation, but who is he, Bei Le?He is so perfect that even a forum ID needs to be carefully crafted-"Nan Ke Ji Night Dance", how elegant, noble, and poetic!

As soon as the replies on training the boss came out, people responded one after another.

Make Chiguoguo in a row: Nankeji Yewu...this ID is good...I don't make comments, come downstairs!

Who can pretend to be better than me: Mr. Nan Ke, from his ID to his tone of voice, doesn't look like a human from Earth, and I don't make any comments, so you come downstairs.

Lonely dog: Mr. Nan Ke's aura is not right, he can't identify what kind of creature it is, come downstairs.

High-profile house: Nan Kejun's ID has an inexplicable imbecile temperament...I haven't said anything, come downstairs!

Birds with no friends: Throw tables and bowls and chopsticks!The upstairs is full of a bunch of ignorant trash!Don't you see that Mr. Nan Ke is our militant and friendly brother!Those who can't understand Nan Kejun's painstaking efforts have to pinch Mimi a hundred times a hundred times!Then turn Nan Kejun's ID upside down and read it!

Training the boss: Oh~Acupoint special~~~Midnight hungry and thirsty man!I'm sorry!Don't let anyone stop me, I'm going to pinch Mimi myself!

Belle squirted out the citron tea.

Who is better than me: Landlord, pinch with you!

Lonely Dog: Upstairs, add me!

Make Chiguoguo in a row: Upstairs, add me one more!

High-profile housekeeper: Upstairs, wait for me!

……

Bei Le wiped away the grapefruit tea that had been splashed all over the keyboard, and had already vomited three liters of blood, and typed a sentence with trembling hands: Damn it, don't bully people too much!

Hitting the Enter key, after the reply was posted, a golden crown was placed on the ID of Nan Ke Ji Ye Wu at some point, and a letter was written: Everyone dotes on me.

This sentence of "Damn, don't bully people too much!" and the sudden appearance of the golden crown caused Bai Le to be watched and molested inhumanely again.

Immediately afterwards, the moderator spoke.Please love brother hard [moderator]: After pinching Mimi back, brother also felt extremely guilty for misunderstanding the hungry and thirsty man at midnight. In order to heal the inner hurt of the hungry and thirsty man, he made an exception and gave the hungry and thirsty man the highest title in this forum "group" Pet the Leprechaun".For this, there is no need to thank you.

Bei Le wanted to cry without tears, not to mention that he was powerless to deal with this gang of mobs, even if he rushed to the next room to beat up the boss to train him, it would be unfair, so he could only swallow his anger and shut down the computer, lamenting the injustice of the heavens, it is hard to say, Silently climbed into bed and went to sleep.

In the early morning when the temperature dropped sharply, before dawn, Li Wudi sneezed three times in a row, waking himself and Yuan Mingqing up.His head got out of the blanket, and he saw the light rain falling outside the window, Yuan Mingqing circled him from behind, inserted his palms between his legs, gently rubbing the teeth marks and hickey marks on the inner skin .Li Wudi didn't feel tired, he just felt lazy, too lazy to move, talk, or think, and let the other party knead and kiss.

The rain gradually became heavier, knocking on the glass canopy outside the window, making irregular and crisp sounds, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, sometimes urgent and sometimes dense.Li Wudi stretched out his right hand on the blanket and put it on the pillow, and it bounced with the sound of rain. His fingers were particularly beautiful and slender. Due to the meticulous care he received since childhood, his skin was fair and delicate, and his manicured nails were like pink jelly. The luster is very delicious.

After playing silently on the pillow for a while, Li Wudi suddenly hummed the tune softly, with a light and pleasant voice, his fingers jumped and tapped along with the tune, intoxicated by himself.

Yuan Mingqing watched and listened quietly, suddenly he connected the person in his arms with the piano genius.He likes music very much, especially piano music, but he is not obsessed. He just goes to concerts when the fare is right and he has spare money.His mother is a piano teacher in a small place. When she was young, she often accepted low-grade performances such as hotel ribbon-cutting, and brought batches of students. Unfortunately, she had no chance to play for her son, let alone teach him.

After Li Wudi played the two pieces, he groaned and stretched, his arms and legs stretched wildly, his waist bent into an arc to the maximum, and his belly bulged out like a blanket like a frog.

Yuan Mingqing tightened the blanket for him, and the force of rubbing the hickey was less erotic and more pity, and advised in a warm voice: "Don't push on the blanket, it's cold."

Li Wudi also felt the cold air outside the blanket, like a clam whose whiskers had been touched, awkwardly and quickly withdrew its limbs with its teeth and claws, clinging to Yuan Mingqing and calmed down, humming in his mouth: "I haven't seen you for a few days." Playing the piano..."

Yuan Mingqing asked with a smile: "Isn't it because you don't like playing the piano that you don't want to go home?"

"Who said that? I like playing the piano!" Li Wudi complained bitterly: "I like to play whenever I like, play whenever I like, and hate being controlled by others."

Yuan Mingqing bit his shoulder and coaxed: "Come to my house often, I don't care about you."

"You don't have a piano at home."

Yuan Mingqing was silent.

Li Wudi changed the subject: "When will you give me Sasha's photo?"

"Wait for your next visit."

"I want the model of the Lotus sports car."

"Wait for your next visit."

Li Wudi thumped the bed: "You said last night that as long as I do this, that, and that, you will give me whatever I want immediately."

Yuan Mingqing shook out a note for accounting, "I even forgot how many times you owed me several times, fortunately there is an accounting..."

"It's over!" Li Wudi felt guilty, grabbed the note and stuffed it into his mouth.