Gu Dongfang, the proud one

Gu Zhaoyang seemed to be in a dream, half hazy and half dazed being pressed into his arms, he raised his eyes, only to see a strand of black hair hanging down.

This embrace is very strange, but it has a familiar smell, and he can feel the warmth through the thin clothes.

Brother Dongfang...

With a morbid nostalgia, Gu Zhaoyang stretched out his hand, poked into Dongfang Bubai's lapel, wandering carefully and cherishingly.

The two lives are infatuated, but the number of times of intimacy is only a handful, so there is no room for him not to cherish it.

Dongfang Bubai held down the boy's hands, and gave everyone in the lobby a cold look, "Who made him drink?"

Tian Boguang only felt that that look was about to tear him apart, and his smile couldn't help but fade away, "Brother misunderstood, this young man was drunk early in the morning, and he slapped him, everyone here can testify to me .”

Xiao Lian was very scared at first, but when she saw someone coming back with courage, she hurriedly said, "Who are you? Hurry up and let go of our young master!"

Dongfang Bubai got the answer, ignored them, and walked out with the person in his arms.

Xiao Lian couldn't stop her, she cast her eyes on the three people present for help, and Xiang Yu said impatiently: "You don't know him, doesn't it mean your young master doesn't know him, and you picked him up if you didn't see him?"

Speaking of chopping is good, Gu Zhaoyang looks like a pervert who hasn't smelled human scent for many years, and he almost licked twice, which made Tian Boguang respectful.

Xiao Lian bit her lips, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "Your Excellency is the real master of Yan Yun, Young Master Dongfang?"

Dongfang Bubai paused, looked at Xiaolian, turned his eyes on her clothes, understood it, nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Man, I took it away."

He didn't listen to what the maid shouted again, and carried Gu Zhaoyang to a nearby garden in the suburbs.

Coincidentally, Ren Woxing's Bieyuan and Peony Garden are separated by a wall, but they come from different paths, and the servants of the two families have never met before.

Tucking the person into the mattress and covering him with the quilt, Dongfang Bubai didn't send someone to sober up soup for some reason, but sat down on the edge of the bed.

The weather is neither hot nor cold at the moment, and it is very comfortable to have a silky thin quilt covered, but the young man on the bed is very restless, he keeps kicking and muttering, Dongfang Bubai is getting closer , didn't hear what he said clearly, but was attracted by those pink lips.

Gu Zhaoyang's eyebrows are shallow and faint, just beyond the end of the eyes, making the eyes look aura, and when you see them normally, people always pay attention to them, but now when you close your eyes, you can see those beautiful lips.

From a man's point of view, his lips are a bit feminine, with the color of peach petals, so Gu Zhaoyang doesn't like it very much. When he looks at people, he always purses them intentionally or unintentionally. how cute.

Small round lips with upturned corners, slightly opened and closed, revealing a little pink tongue tip.

"If you can't stand it, you will get drunk and unconscious. How can you be so stupid as you are?" Dongfang Bubai leaned closer and whispered in his ear with a little warmth in his eyes.

The person who answered him was a vague "Big Brother Dongfang".

Dongfang Bubai stroked his hair, it was dry but soft, like the finest Persian cat, well-behaved and cute.

It's not bad if it goes on like this for the rest of your life.

……

Under the fairy peak, Yujianmen

The empty main hall could not be seen at a glance. On the nine hundred and ninety white marble steps, Hua Mingyuan glanced at the young man with a plain white crown, no, he was not young anymore, his vicissitudes and clear eyes revealed His age, although he is nodding and bowing at this moment.

Saying nodding and bowing is a bit wronged for him, the head of the sect, but it depends on the person. If the person in front of him is his master's uncle, then nodding and bowing is nothing.

"Master Uncle, it's not that I'm intolerant. The Sword Discussion Conference has been passed down for many generations since the first day of May. It would really attract people's tongues if I make an exception for my little Master Uncle!" the headmaster said bitterly.

The corner of Hua Mingyuan's mouth hooked: "Isn't there still a rule, if you don't accept it, come and fight!"

Thinking of the glorious past of this great uncle, the sect leader swallowed dryly, and said cautiously: "Since my great uncle said that..."

"Wait." Hua Mingyuan said: "Since the younger brother is late, he should be the one to fight."

When the master chokes, great achievements are everywhere in the inner world, and small achievements are not as good as dogs. You always let a person who has just broken through less than a month to choose the rules of the door, or the iron rules of the May Sword Club, this is real Cannibalism!

You must know that above Xiaocheng, the reason for the level of martial arts among the same level is no longer judged by the quality of the skills, but by the accumulation of true energy. The moment when the breakthrough is just the time when the accumulation is the weakest in the first level. Although the cultivation of swordsmanship is the most important in this sect, but his true energy is not enough, how can he use superior swordsmanship?

Hua Mingyuan ignored his scruples, changed the subject, and said: "Tell some old fellows on behalf of the deity, and teach them that they don't have to go. The junior brother of the deity is currently unstable, and if he breaks out of control, he will be destroyed."

You always think of the glazed tiles on the top of the peak?Just break it?The head of the sect is slandering, and he still pretends to be a grandson on the surface, but in fact, his seniority is similar, if he is not the head of the sect, he would still have to call himself a nephew and nephew in front of the little master uncle.

The head is once again thankful that in the millennium inheritance, there is no strong person who has the leisure to pick the rule about the head's self-proclaimed... can't afford to lose that person.

Seeing his answer, Hua Mingyuan nodded slightly, pressed the restless sword at his waist, and suddenly pursed his lips and said, "Forget it, the deity will go by himself."

Seeing the gray shirt rushing out of the hall like a wind, the sect master wiped the cold sweat from his head and face, and shed tears of sympathy for the other masters and uncles.

Everyone is an ancestor, the old ancestor is here today, counting the days, the little ancestor is coming soon.

These days, being the sect master can do what he deserves... Alas, the young man straightened up and let out a long sigh. If other sects saw his humble appearance, they would definitely rush to bite him to death.

We are also happy to raise our ancestors!We don't feel pain when we put our ancestors in our eyes!The key is to have ancestors to raise!

Hmm... Sometimes the great sects can also make people disillusioned.

☆☆☆☆☆.

The blood-oozing gauze was carefully untied layer by layer, revealing a long and narrow scar. The dead flesh around the side was slightly turned outwards, and it was pale. His eyes were ruthlessly lowered, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

"Who taught you to be so impulsive." His tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear the reprimand.

A smear of light yellow ointment was filled into the wound, and the pungent pain rushed to the apex of his heart almost immediately, a layer of sweat oozed from Wuyou's forehead, and he didn't answer.

The sword wound was not deep, but it was very dangerous. It was only half an inch away from the artery in the heart, and it was only used as a warning.

"At first, I only thought that person was sexual or coveted Yaowanggu, but now that he dares to confront the entire Jizhou branch for the sake of the young master, he really thinks it is true."

After applying the ointment little by little, Wuqing took a damp cloth and wiped his hands, filled Wuyou's mouth with a pill, without explaining anything, just said: "Don't cover the wound in this weather, it was tortoise shell ointment just now, wait It’s done, I can’t rub it off.”

Wuyou ignored him, swallowed the pill hastily, and said angrily, "Does it matter if it's true or not? He's a man! Zhaoyang will..."

Looking back at him ruthlessly, his eyes were flat but full of persuasiveness, "You know that Master will not let Mrs. Gu die."

"One or two of you are like this! A few words can determine someone else's life!" Worriless shouted.

Wuqing pressed Wuyou calmly, and filled his open wound with ointment, "The young master likes him, with such a person, the young master will live."

"Then what about me?" Wuyou lost his voice, and the moment he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

The ruthless hand paused, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

"What's wrong with me being the Chaos Martial Body? I'm happy! Why, why should I become this ghost for you?" Wuyou shouted hoarsely.

The wound burst again, and a few drops of sticky blood oozed out. He ruthlessly pressed his shoulder to prevent him from moving, and silently applied some ointment.

Perhaps the object of his venting was too calm, Wuyou suddenly let go of his strength, and collapsed on the bed, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and seeped into his hair.

"You know, I'm nineteen, maybe next year, maybe the year after, I'll be buried in the ground."

Wuyou's voice gradually became very soft, and then it was almost in his mouth, but Wuqing could hear clearly, and every word was engraved in his heart.

"You say that my martial arts are poor, and I can't refute it. After all, it's all a pretense to steal and cheat you with so many good pills and medicines."

Wuyou said bitterly, "But I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..."

Wuqing felt that his whole life had been planted by this guy who was afraid of death in front of him.

He heard his voice hoarse, with a bit of filth that only he knew, resounding: "The ninth level of Tianyang Nine Profound Kungfu's Harmonious Realm originally had an auxiliary method."

Wuyou's tearful eyes widened slightly, he was only one step away from his kung fu, and he was only one step away from reaching the summit!

Ruthlessly calm and almost cruel, he slowly spit out five words: "Tianyin Cross Art."

The exercises you practice, for me... Wuyou suddenly looked at Wuqing, his eyes were full of disbelief and... a little bit of expectation and desire.

Wuqing woke up when he said those words, lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at his expression, slowly let go of Wuyou's hand, and was about to get up, when a pair of smooth and slender arms wrapped around his neck, holding him Pull down slowly.

He raised his eyes, and was facing a pair of watery peach blossom eyes.

"Help me one more time," begged its owner.

What a...fool.

The author has something to say: So, Wang Zhi and Wang Zhi have lived a happy life since then... what a ghost!

Xiao Gu [Gentle Resentment] I want a divorce.

The judge [seriously] asked the plaintiff to state his reasons.

Xiao Gu [sad] He threatened Wo...

Xiao Gu [Sorrowful] He threatened the nest...

Xiao Gu [tears streaming down his face] He is forced to eat celery every day!

Judge [facial paralysis] Please take your spouse away, thank you for your cooperation, next one.

Brother Dongfang [carrying away the small animal gracefully] is not well disciplined, causing you trouble.

#Shrink good happy life#

#celery, the killer who destroys marriage#

I’m really sorry, I went to get my teeth straightened yesterday, usually once a month, and it’s good for ten, twenty, ten minutes, who knows that I’ve spent a whole afternoon T^T and it’s two hours before I get home... Then, and then Nothing more...

#Shrink, you continue to shrink#

#QAQ tells Wowo is not a lazy ghost#