Bingyan Men's Drink

"Cough, cough, cough! The charm he drank for the adults...cough cough cough...can sleep for three days and three nights...but you only slept for less than two days...cough cough...you woke up. Caressing his sore throat, the little fox fell to the ground.

Xi Jun suddenly trembled all over, slammed the door and went out, and there was no sound in the corridor.

Weekend? !He clearly remembered that it should be Friday...

"Master Laughing Wind..."

This is not true!Yuan Li will not leave him!Won't!Running out of the dormitory, the rain soaked his clothes, but it couldn't stop him from frantically looking around.

Far li, far li!come out!Where are you?

I can't feel the existence of the boy at all, as if he disappeared... There is no such person as Su Yuanli in this world...

The rain and mud soaked the trousers, and the heart sank into the swamp, suffocating and painful.

"Yuan Li... Come out quickly..." Xi Jun slumped into the stagnant water, clenched his hands on the ground, his voice was so hoarse and vague that it was almost indistinguishable, his whole body was in pain like being torn apart, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

He raised his head and roared loudly, piercing the sky like a dragon roaring.This is not the voice of a human being, but the mournful cry of a dragon.

"...Xiaofeng...my lord..." Bai Muhu stood behind him, tears mixed with the rain blurring his vision.His heart hurts, it hurts, did he do something wrong?Yes or no?But he really doesn't want to lose Lord Xiaofeng, he doesn't want to...

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far away...

A sound that was too far away and dreamy, it was the tone that I yearned for more and more.Woke up in an instant and opened the dream curtain, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, his heart beat so fast that he seemed to be crushed by a boulder.

Recently, I have been hearing calls in dreams, but there are no images or figures, only voices.Every time I try to peel off the gloom of silence, but every time only a spider thread slips through, snaps, and there is no more movement.

Tears dry up and disappear, even if I want to cry again, there is no water overflowing.The heart is beating, but it is dead—a living dead.

Suddenly, I felt that my vision was wobbling, shaking up and down violently, and it became more and more violent, shaking at a rapidly intensifying trend.

The heat from friction came from the private parts, and the wet lower body was mixed with the liquid of myself and the young man, but it couldn't relieve the tightness of the chrysanthemum.In such a chaotic state, Yuan Li was stunned, catering to the other party mechanically, with a numb heart.

Indifference seems to have an endless desire for the young man, even after a long time, the shackles he put on him are still very hot, burning him to pieces.It's just that such an upsurge made Yuan Li's heart freeze, so that he stopped beating. Despair is not enough to describe the boy at this time.Rotting...yes, he's rotting, riddled with holes.

"Qing Wan..." The low voice that came from wanting to live made the people under her feel that the time was wrong.Yuan Li never hated this name, but just spit it out of his mouth, everything changed.

"It's not me you love...you love yourself..." As thin as silk, Mo Ran thought she was hallucinating.

Hei Yao was lifeless, and the sarcasm in his eyes was fleeting.That is not a mockery of the youth, but the youth himself.He should say it out loud, let the other party hear it, let this man know, but he still didn't do it in the end.

The orgasm came one after another, and the unstoppable stimulation poured straight into the back of the head.Mo Ran hugged Yuan Li tightly, accelerated and jerked continuously, and was finally satisfied to hear the high-pitched moan that seduces the soul.The corners of his mouth were raised into a wicked smile, and he fell into the abyss of passion with him.

……

Ever since he fell asleep in the library that day, the boy woke up and found that he had been placed in a bungalow.

Sitting in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in a blanket and against the cold glass, he stared blankly from a distance, as if the cold could make him feel alive—he was still alive.

Outdoors, a piece of white snow and falling edelweiss dyed the scenery below into its color.

This is not that city, where it never snows, and it never reminds him of that painful memory because of the snow.He loves that city, it doesn't snow, and it's so noisy that he can't calmly recall it, and more importantly... there is the former king there.

The whole house was indifferently set up with an enchantment, but what puzzled the young man was that the barrier was not protected by humans, nor demons... but gods and demons.At first glance, it seems that the young man wants to prevent the ghost king from finding him, but the ghost world uses "death" as a channel, and any defense against the king is useless, so why do such useless actions?