Thriller Night Talk

The "rescue soldiers" invited by Beiquan are members of the local Daoist Association in Citiland.

The leader is a middle-aged man whose surname is Zou. Everyone calls him Uncle Zou. He is the chairman of the Dezhou branch. His ancestral home is in F province. His grandfather is a very famous Fengshui master. Citigroup later relied on its old line to set up a rich family business.

Uncle Zou's Taoism was naturally inherited from his father.

In fact, not only Uncle Zou, but also the group of people who came this time are mostly from their families. Although they left their homeland, they still did not leave behind their ancestral kung fu.

Before leaving for Citigroup, Beiquan asked Shimen to contact some reliable people for him.

It's a pity that due to the hasty schedule, Zhu Ling didn't call overseas until last night and gave Beiquan Uncle Zou's communication method.

After the two got in touch, Uncle Zou heard that there might be a powerful "prisoner god" hidden in Chen Dafa's family, and there was also an unknown magician with unknown purpose. He felt that Beiquan and the others might suffer, so he promised to come as soon as possible. help.

It's just that although Uncle Zou lives in Dezhou, he is still a long drive away from Chen Dafa's manor. When he gathers a good man and rushes there, he only has time to clean up the mess.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were driven by Uncle Zou to a villa more than 200 kilometers away.

The two young men responsible for carrying the stretcher and driving put Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan in the villa, told them that a "doctor" would come later, and solemnly told them "never go out without authorization", and then left in a hurry.

Wei Fuyuan carried Beiquan into the room and carefully put him on the bed.

They have been sitting in the car for a full three hours.

Compared with when he just woke up, Beiquan seemed to have recovered a little bit, but his face was still pale and his spirit was very listless.

When the two left Chen Dafa's manor, they were in a hurry. They only had time to take away their documents and mobile phone, as well as Beiquan's black suitcase and the black umbrella. Apart from that, there was no time to pack the other luggage, so they had to be handed over to Uncle Wrinkle and the others. Aftermath.

Fortunately, Wei Fuyuan found brand new clean clothes in the closet of the room, and he didn't hesitate to use them as soon as he took them.

When washing up, Wei Fuyuan looked at his back with the mirror in the bathroom.

The spell that Beiquan drew on his back has disappeared completely, as if it never existed.

Wei Fuyuan took a battle shower.

After putting on new clothes, he found another washbasin, took hot water, and brought it into the room.

At this time, Beiquan had already sat up, leaning on the head of the bed crookedly, pressing his phone with his head down.

"Beiquan, are you feeling better?"

Wei Fuyuan put the washbasin beside the bed, put aside the embarrassment, and cleared his throat:

"I, let me wipe your body for you..."

The two tossed and tossed all day, first they dealt with the robbers who broke into the mansion, and then fought with Akihiko Yamamoto, and then killed the living ghost baby and the evil ghost. , has also reached the limit of patience.

Beiquan put down his phone and smiled at his assistant:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he unbuttoned the buttons generously and took off his clothes.

Wei Fuyuan's eyes fell on Beiquan, and he swallowed subconsciously.

Ever since he was hired into "Santuchuan" and followed Beiquan to deal with evil ghosts for the first time, Wei Fuyuan has often stripped naked in front of his boss.

Because he didn't know how to use his meritorious power before, every time he encountered a rage ghost, he could only go up to the hard bar, and he was inevitably invaded by the yin energy of the rage ghost. Afterwards, Beiquan would bring a plate of steamed Nuomi went to the bathroom to scrub him.

——This is the same as Beiquan takes care of me, the same as Beiquan takes care of me!

Wei Fuyuan kept reminding himself not to think wildly, but he couldn't take his eyes off Bei Quanbai to Sai Xue's chest.

Although Beiquan was thin, his physique was not thin. He had a lot of muscular outlines, and his lines were smooth and beautiful. He looked like a finely crafted jade carving.

——Don't think about it!

——Be more confident, don't think about it!

Wei Fuyuan forcibly tore his gaze away from Beiquan's body, and while he was rubbing the towel with his head down, he bit his lip hard.

He didn't wring out the towel until he felt that the heat on his cheeks had finally faded a little, and then helped Beiquan wipe his body.

Poor Young Master Wei, a son of a rich family, all kinds of "firsts" in his life, including the work of taking care of others that he had never done before, were all entrusted to Bei Quan.

His movements are very rusty, but his attitude is extremely solemn.

Wei Fuyuan wiped Beiquan's body inch by inch with a hot towel, from his cheeks, to his shoulders, to his chest and two arms, and then carefully supported Beiquan's back neck, made him sit up straight, and helped him wipe his back. back.

"cough."

After a round of wiping, Wei Fuyuan coughed, his eyes moved quickly, and then quickly looked away, "That..."

Before he finished speaking, Young Master Wei's face flushed involuntarily.

Wei Fuyuan's shy and innocent reaction obviously amused Bei Quan.

He laughed.

"Okay."

Beiquan nodded, as if taking it for granted, he generously asked Wei Fuyuan to help him.

"Come on, thank you."

Wei Fuyuan was speechless by Beiquan's calm attitude.

He felt that his nasal cavity was hot and itchy, but he still resisted the urge to raise his head, and continued to wipe Beiquan's body silently.

Although Wei Fuyuan tried his best to look calm, his earlobe, which was so red that it was about to bleed, betrayed his true state of mind.

Beiquan looked at Wei Fuyuan who was busy with his head down, with a smile, an inexplicable complex emotion of warmth, softness and sourness suddenly appeared in his heart.

——This big fool.

--Always been this way……

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and squeezed Wei Fuyuan's earlobe.

Thick and hot to the touch, it is the characteristic of hits, happiness and longevity.

——It's... so cute...

When he touched Wei Fuyuan's earlobe, such an adjective flashed in Beiquan's mind.

Wei Fuyuan was agitated, as if on a spring, he took a big step back.

"You, you, what are you doing!?"

Wei Fuyuan stuttered in shock.

"Look at how nervous you are."

Beiquan mocked mercilessly:

"Why, are you afraid of me?"

Wei Fuyuan was ashamed and embarrassed, he was so angry that his seven orifices smoked: "Who is so afraid of you!?"

"So, are you feeling shy?"

Beiquan tilted his head, seemed to think about it seriously, and said:

"We've kissed each other before, aren't you embarrassed?"

"What, what do you mean I've been kissed!?"

Wei Fuyuan was so excited that he almost spontaneously combusted on the spot, shouting while jumping:

"I am artificial respiration!! Do you understand artificial respiration!!?"

Beiquan narrowed his eyes and smiled narrowly:

"I said, that shouldn't be..."

He dragged out his voice, word by word:

"You, the, first, kiss, right?"

Wei Fuyuan was going crazy.

However, Beiquan accurately hit his sore spot.

Young Master Wei knew very early on that he was gay, liked men, and he was also a face-controller. He only liked men who were good-looking and had a good figure.

He himself has a very good appearance, and he is also the son of a rich family. He has learned the prosperity and splendor and the world of mortals very early. When he goes to dinner or entertainment venues with his elders, he has never seen all kinds of beauties.

This not only cultivated Wei Fuyuan's aesthetic vision, but also made him more arrogant.

In daily communication, he looks down on the ordinary-looking person, but he feels that he has too much to say to himself when he is good-looking in Fengyue court.

Even at the age of 21, Young Master Wei never really fell in love with any man.

So, even if Wei Fuyuan didn't want to admit it anymore, Beiquan was indeed his first kiss, and he... was the first person he fell in love with.

"Don't be so sentimental, everyone said it was artificial respiration!"

Wei Fuyuan was already on the verge of exploding, and felt that if he was teased again, he would explode on the spot.

Under extreme tension and embarrassment, his heartbeat soared to 150 beats per minute, and there was rumbling in his ears, which was the sound of arterial pulsation, which made it almost difficult for him to hear what he was saying:

"F-Furthermore—pick-kissing isn't like that at all!"

"Oh?"

Beiquan bent his eyes and asked with a smile:

"Have you ever kissed?"

Originally, Beiquan just wanted to tease his little assistant who was about to explode, but he made a mistake, that is, even a large dog that he usually rubs casually, will jump at people once it is irritated.

Wei Erha was completely aroused by Beiquan, his anger rose from his heart, and his evil turned to his guts. The only thought in his mind was, "Let me show you what kissing is!"

So Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's slightly long hair with one hand, pinched his chin with the other, forced Beiquan to raise his head, then bent down, and kissed him without tenderness at all.

As an authentic young chicken with undisturbed Yuanyang, Wei Fuyuan's kissing skills were not very good. He was angry again, and he didn't grasp the angle and strength well. Their lips hit each other's teeth. It was sore and painful, and there was a faint taste of blood.

"……Hey!"

Beiquan burst into tears in pain.

He thought to himself that my body is already tattered enough, so don't let me get hurt any more, then he put his hand on Wei Fuyuan's chest, trying to push the big dog away, "You... um ,Don't!"

But Wei Fuyuan was in a state of madness, all he wanted was to get back the position from the person he liked, of course he refused to let go.

He ignored Beiquan's struggle, and relying on theoretical knowledge that he had never practiced, he gnawed and bit on Beiquan's lips, pried open the teeth, stuck the tip of his tongue in and messed around until both of them were almost out of breath. Just loosened up a little.

"This, now you know, right?"

Wei Fuyuan's cheeks were flushed, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning in his dark eyes, but he still stubbornly clasped the back of Beiquan's neck, pressed the tip of his nose against the bridge of the other's nose, and said at a very close distance:

"This is called kissing, understand!?"

Young Master Wei put down these words aggressively, let go of Beiquan, threw the towel back into the basin, threw a set of clean clothes on the bed, picked up the basin, and ran out of the room as if fleeing.

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