A different way of living in interstellar rebirth

"You have done a good deed, sit down!" Wan Qijue was very satisfied with the sashimi, and Adams was also pleasing to the eye.

"No, no," Adams stood beside them. There were only the two of them in the restaurant. The atmosphere was a bit weird, and Adams had a bad feeling.

"Adams, go get busy elsewhere, I'll just accompany Jue Shao around."

What do you want, why is the blood pigeon coming to join in the fun, Adams laughed dryly, "Let me stay with Young Master Jue, is Eureka okay? You go and stay with her! Haha!" Adams winked as he said Push the blood pigeon out.

"Alright, a beautiful lady is better than a rough guy, you stay here, Adams can go out and get busy!" Wan Qijue became a little drunk, the sake that went with the sashimi was stronger than he thought, and it came very slowly.

Xue Ge sat opposite Wan Qijue, "Isn't the sashimi delicious?"

Wan Qijue looked at the girl in front of him drunkenly, held his chin, and squinted his eyes, "It's delicious and full of vitality."

"Because they are all cut from live fish, they will taste good when served on the table immediately, and they will soon become stale, and eventually they will rot and be thrown into the trash can." Blood Pigeon looked at the boy fixedly , maybe he does have some advantages, but he shouldn't conflict with his master's capable men.

"Girl, you seem to have something in your words!" Wan Qijue looked at the blood pigeon lazily, asking if he was this sashimi?Stale soon? "Eat it in your stomach while it is fresh, and leave the most beautiful memory. It is the taste that braised fish will never catch up with."

"How could it be? Jue Shao misunderstood, I was talking about sashimi." Xue Ge's face was a little ugly, "Eureka's injury has healed up, he has liked Master for a long time, if necessary, please also ask Jue Shao for convenience ,Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance."

"Hehe, whoever likes it will take it, I don't care, why don't you send me back to Muhammad, how about it?" For some reason, Wan Qijue felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't like others to tie Dickens to other women. At the same time, his last sentence was not to the blood pigeon, but to Dickens who brought Adams back here.

"Beauty, you're drunk," Dickens said helplessly. He liked to play, but he didn't expect that the beauty would like to play more.

"I'm not drunk," Wan Tujue pushed Dickens away and wanted to wrap his arms around him, "I just don't like it, you old bastard, what can you do to me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm a pretending old hooligan, good boy, go back to bed." Dickens coaxed Wan Qijue in a good-tempered manner, hugged him in his arms, and wanted to take him to the bedroom.

"I'm going to find Muhammad," Wan Tujue grabbed Dickens by the collar and made trouble out of no reason.

Blood Pigeon, who thought Dickens would get angry, stared dumbfounded at his master holding those hands, without the slightest displeasure, "Beauty, I'll take you to see him in a while, okay, he's injured now, let him go first Take care of your injuries, okay?" It was like coaxing an ignorant child.

Adams simply shrank in the corner and did not see evil. Once the master met this boy, he lost all principles. However, compared to this, he wanted to see if the ascetic Muhammad was also so bottomless and bottomless.

"Well," Wan Qijue reluctantly nodded, because of the effect of alcohol, his face was pink and his eyes were hazy, which was very different from his usual appearance.

Dickens picked him up horizontally, and walked out directly. Before leaving, he gave Blood Pigeon a cold look, almost freezing her.

When they left, Blood Pigeon's feet were weak, and if Adams hadn't grabbed her in time, she would have sat on the ground.

"Blood Pigeon, don't worry about their affairs, we can't do that." Adams put his arm around Blood Pigeon's shoulder, trying to give her strength.

"I just feel sad seeing Eureka like that, and I'm also kind, have you forgotten what happened to the people that the master used to spoil the sky?"

"Stop it, Blood Pigeon, don't worry about their affairs!" Adams was startled, if...if Wan Qijue knew about his master's former lover...it would be the end of the world.

"Hmm!" Blood Pigeon didn't understand why Adams had a seriously frightened expression, so he just responded, the master had already warned her, if she made any more moves, the master would probably abolish her, and those who wanted to take her place There are people at the National People's Congress, and she is tired of working, and others may have to celebrate with drums and gongs.

Back in the room, Dickens locked the door and took off the mask, "Beauty, Muhammad is here, do you like him?" He laid Wan Qijue flat on the bed, pressed himself on it, and stared at Wan Qijue eyes, unwilling to miss an expression.

Wan Qijue just looked at Dickens like this, reached out and stroked his eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, "I'll take a gamble with you, a game that can only be played once in a lifetime, if I lose, you and I will naturally bear the consequences together, deity Never been a selfless Lord!"

"Okay," Dickens said without further words, and covered his lips, "Even if this world is destroyed, I will bear it with you."

Wan Qijue closed his eyes, hooked Dickens' neck, and responded to his kiss.

The two of them kissed so forgetfully, Dickens gradually put his hand into Wan Tujue's clothes, caressed the delicate and smooth skin, and stroked the two spots on his chest intentionally or unintentionally.

Wan Qijue's whole body was like being electrocuted, with numbness from head to toe, and couldn't help moaning, "Dickens..." His voice became hoarse, but it was extremely sexy, and Dickens, who was sucking his neck, was so excited Extricate yourself.

Dickens sat up, tore off the clothes that were in the way, lifted up Wan Qijue's shirt, and kissed him all over his body, which made Wan Qijue, who was inexperienced, cringe with shame and indignation. Rich.

"Don't, don't do it." Wan Tujue's whole body is like a ripe shrimp, and his part is held in his mouth. He really can't accept it, and he doesn't want to show weakness in front of this man, "Ah, Ah, um..." Wan Tengjue feebly stopped him in exchange for more effort, and finally surrendered, "Bastard, ah——"

Dickens spit it out and used it as a lubricant to penetrate into the place he had imagined for a long time. It was as ecstasy as he had imagined. Those folds had a sucking function, and they entangled his fingers and refused to let go. Want me, you see, physical performance is the most honest."

"Stop talking nonsense," Wan Tujue lay on the pillow and looked away, wishing he could bury his face in the pillow.

"Are you so impatient, beauty." Dickens put his arms around Wan Qijue's thigh, and sent the long-awaited heat inside.

"You can't wait, ah," Wan Qijue was caught off guard by the sudden attack, and exclaimed.

Dickens leaned down to silence the groans in Wan Qijue's mouth, and the slender legs wrapped around his waist rose and fell with his movements.

"Beauty, try to move yourself." Dickens turned over and lifted Wan Qijue onto it, "Do as you feel comfortable!"

Wan Qijue became furious, "If you don't want to do it, just get up." Such a shameful thing made Mozun embarrassing.

Dickens sat up quickly, holding Wan Qijue's hips with his hands, "Do it, why not do it, it would be nice to die on the bed."

The deeper movements made Wan Qijue have no time to take care of Dickens' teasing. He could only hug Dickens' neck tightly to stabilize his body, and secretly vowed to regain the initiative next time.

"Don't, don't play." It's really shameless to be with this old hooligan. Wan Qijue is lying in front of a full-length mirror, and Dickens is working hard behind him. Both bodies are already dripping with sweat.

"Such a beautiful color, no beauty has ever looked at it carefully, right?" Dickens attacked back and forth, making Wan Qijue unable to hold back, and his body tensed up because of shame.

"Beauty, break it, relax, be good, relax." Dickens rubbed his round buttocks and patted him twice, which almost made Wan Qijue go crazy.

"Don't put it in there," Wan Qijue remembered that this was not his Demon Lord's body anymore, and this boy's body could be pregnant.

Dickens' body froze for a moment, and then he launched a more violent attack, "The beauty is still in the mood to think about these things, it seems that my husband is not working hard enough!"

Wan Tujue is really not in the mood to think about anything else, his world is only left with waves of pleasure. As the apex reaches, a wave of damp heat enters his body, even if he knows what will happen. As a result, he didn't have the energy to struggle anymore.I don't know how long it has passed. Can Dickens's strength be linked to certain abilities? Anyway, Wan Qijue fell asleep in a daze. He didn't remember anything about being pregnant or being ashamed.

Dickens kissed his forehead lightly, and looked at the time, it was so fast, three days had passed, and he was satisfied like never before, but his baby was also terribly tired.

Wan Qijue fell into a deep sleep, while Dickens went out to work energetically.

The master didn't show up for three days. Everyone knew what they were doing. Even if there was already a lot of noise outside, it was a good thing they couldn't disturb the master.

"Master," Adams looked at his master's happy face, and knew that he had succeeded. He really didn't know how this matter would end. "Prince Mohammed wants to talk to you."

"Well, what about you? What's the matter?" Dickens looked at the blood pigeon, Eureka, and Wood standing aside, raising his eyebrows.

"Master, do you want to go to war?" Wood didn't want to say that he was here to stop Eureka from making mistakes, and a woman in love is too scary.

"No, the call is fine, why don't we just meet up directly, contact the prince and invite him to come here as a guest." Dickens secretly smiled, the meeting of the two masters happened to spread the news that Muhammad could not stand up. It's a good time, and it's time to be more active with the emperor, isn't it? Also, Dickens' eyes became stern, and the two mysterious people who appeared next to the emperor had better disappear.

Adams lowered his head. Needless to say, the person whose master is thinking about now must be cut into pieces. It is best not to be Prince Mohammed, and it would be better not to wipe out New Lanxing.