Young man, rich and easy to talk

The night wind was indeed cool, with the wetness of the river.

[On a dark and windy night, it's a good time to compete in martial arts!

Qin Xichao stood in the wind and dew with a long sword in his hand, wrapped in the night, which chilled his body.Under his loving gaze was a young man who had fallen to the ground, his clothes messed up while running.

The tip of the sword slowly slid down from his throat. The cold and sharp iron was a hundred times cooler than the night, but it struck Tang Wuming's heart every moment.

Suddenly, the blade slashed down vertically!

Tang Wuming couldn't react in time, came back to his senses, and hurried to get his weapon. 】

Weapons, weapons!

Tang Wuming didn't even have time to fill the long crossbow, the crossbow was chopped off with a palm, and the sharp crossbow was facing Qin Xichao's heart.Looking at the man's expression, he forgot to pull the spring for a moment.

In the moonlight, he was wearing a thin outer shirt. Qin Xichao blocked the crossbow opening with one hand, but asked him softly, is it cold.

Tang Wuming turned his head, his heart agitated in every possible way, and he shook his head as if to respond after a long while.

Qin Xichao didn't make a move, he just held the body of the crossbow pointing straight at him, feeling the dexterous and ever-changing weapon trembling in Tang Wuming's hands now.

Why not give him a good time, why torture him like this.Tang Wuming's finger was on the trigger, but his whole heart was blocked in a dark alley. 】

He tried to stand up, but his hands pressed against the edge of the stone. The stone surface, which had been soaked in the wet river wind all year round, was covered with a layer of bright green moss, which was wet and slippery.

The arm slipped, and the half-supported body fell back again.

Qin Xichao supported him so that he would not fall on the hard stone.

"What's the matter, what are you going to do?" Qin Xichao asked him with a calm face.

"..."

Tang Wuming has seen so many hands holding swords and guns, but they are all short and thick, full of calluses, but it is his fingers, slender and beautiful, fine but not strong, although there are calluses from years of practicing swords between the palms and soles, However, due to proper maintenance, there is no rough feeling of roughness, but when it is worn on the body, it adds a touch of affection.

With these hands, it is good to hold a sword and write, it can make people fascinated; but when it falls on oneself, it will make people crazy.

It is comfortable, refreshing and unbearable.

"You...you let go..." Tang Wuming covered his face, panting intermittently.

Qin Xizhao always listened to Tang Wuming's words, and tried his best to do everything according to his wishes. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, food and clothing expenses were all arranged properly, and Tang Wuming didn't have to pick faults. start.

【open.

He said let go, and Qin Xichao really let go, but before he left, he wiped the light crossbow again.

Tang Wuming lay slumped on the ground, he had no strength to run away, let alone resist, his martial arts skills were comparable to that man's, so where could he escape.

Qin Xichao lifted his hand that covered his eyes, and bent down to look at him carefully, with soft and hard eyes.

Tang Wuming raised his palm, but it was subtly deflected before hitting it.

He was panting anxiously, but Qin Xichao was able to handle it with ease, his body was suppressed by his brute force, unable to make a single move, Tang Wuming only felt that he was sealed up and down.

No breath, no pleasure, no liberation. 】

"Huh?" Qin Xi's eyes were full.

"Help……"

Qin Xi didn't move, and asked him in a voice that didn't touch a trace of lust, "What can you do for me?"

Even if Tang Wuming didn't have any sense of morality, he still had the most basic sense of shame, and the key words couldn't break through that layer of shame no matter what, he kicked his legs helplessly, and his voice was only whimpering.

"You told me to let go."

【Throat beads trembled, rolling up and down again and again, Tang Wuming's eyes turned red, "Please, kill me."

Qin Xichao's eyes swept across his whole body, raised his long sword under his gaze, and stabbed in slowly and shallowly, the flesh and blood broke under the penetration of the cold sword, and sank deeply.

As you wish, he said. 】

Tang Wuming's eyes widened in an instant, and he exclaimed in pain. His body, which was completely unprepared, collapsed and stiffened, and the unbearable moisture from the corners of his eyes merged into a string, seeping into the crevice of the stone along his cheeks. .

(lack)

He had been to the South Pavilion before, and he took a chance to peek at other people's quilts when he was on a mission.Tang Wuming naturally knows how men and men do it. He sees that the young men are weak and weak, their waists are soft, and they look like they will fall when the wind blows, and they can swallow things smoothly. It is natural that I am so strong and strong.

As long as he endured it, it would probably be fine, he thought.

Tang Wuming couldn't take it anymore, he slapped the stone surface in pain and panicked, blaming him for whatever he thought of, "You...you get out! Your skills are not good, it hurts more than sunflower water!"

"Sunflower water?" Qin Xichao was amused by him, leaned down and asked him, "Have you been here?"

Tang Wuming gritted his teeth and frowned, "You just came here!"

"Then how do you know how the sunflower water hurts?"

"I... I saw the senior sister from the same school on the mountain, hiss..." Tang Wuming took a deep breath and eased the pain, "Every month I always roll on the ground in pain, I can't eat, every time I feel like I have died It's the same every time... But, it can be seen that it is very painful..."

Qin Xi smiled and said, "Sunflower water doesn't actually hurt, it's because of your senior sister's improper care that it hurts."

Tang Wuming blinked at him with difficulty.

"So," Qin Xichao supported his waist with one hand, and pushed himself up, "This one doesn't hurt either, not only does it not hurt, but it's also very comfortable."

Liar, it obviously hurts a lot!

Being pressed against the bottom, Tang Wuming raised his body to look at it, and then withered away, unexpectedly that, so...his face turned pale, and he was about to hide behind pushing Qin Xichao's hand.

Everything in the south hall is a god, how could this thing be swallowed!

Reluctantly, his waist was held in his hand, and the stone surface was only that big, he shouted, "No, impossible... Impossible to get in... Go..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Xichao held his waist and sent himself in, slowly and stickily, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Tang Wuming's mind went blank for a while.

When hugging and kissing with him, that person's hands and lips have a flat temperature, like a basin of warm water that has been left for a long time, and the touch feels cold, but after soaking in it for a long time, take it out, and you will find that the water is actually warm. It's still hot.

Qin Xichao is like a basin of warm water. If you think he is hot, he will be flat and without waves; if you think he is cold, he will give you a warm embrace like water.

That's why he fell, when he didn't know, he was cared by him who couldn't tell the truth.

Tang Wuming thought that if he did it, he should conform to his image of a gentle gentleman—but he was wrong.The things embedded in the body were a hundred times hotter than his body, scorching Tang Wuming's body and mind, melting all the strength he could use into nothingness.

Qin Xi scratched his tense spirit again and again as he advanced and retreated, scratching at the most fatal point, the pain was swept away by a huge feeling like a flood, the immaturity of his first love affair was the greatest love for himself threat.

The string, if it is too tight, will break.

The string supporting Tang Wuming's body snapped after he moved a few times, and Qin Xichao let out a wonderful moan that Qin Xichao couldn't bear.

His hands, feet and body were all soft, and it was only thanks to Qin Xichao's support that he didn't slip off the stone, and his legs couldn't catch themselves and fell down.

His eyes were blurred, he was so dazzled by the ground, he didn't care what kind of posture Qin Xichao put him in, he just felt that it was getting hotter and deeper, and he was about to go crazy.

Since ancient times, there has been a practice method in the strange stories of immortals, heroes and monsters, called double cultivation.It is nonsense to say that you can practice Taoism and become a fairy after turning over the clouds and rain.

But the pleasure on his body flowed to his mind continuously along his spine, as if he was instilling something endlessly.Tang Wuming almost wanted to believe that Qin Xichao would be able to open up his second line of Ren and Du with a few more moves, and let his stupid mind, who has never learned martial arts all year round, improve by leaps and bounds overnight.

Of course, he failed to advance by leaps and bounds in martial arts, but was about to reach the peak in *.Tang Wuming is like a fish in dry water, twisting his body and begging for a moist rain.

But at such a critical moment, the man actually stopped.

There was no movement for a long time, Tang Wuming grabbed his arm, his head was muddled, he looked at him at a loss, doubts were written in his naked eyes, and he said clearly, "Why are you still not moving?" "The same anxiety.

Qin Xichao stroked his hair softly, bent down and leaned forward, Tang Wuming thought he wanted to kiss, and sent himself up anxiously.

Unexpectedly, the man turned to the past, making him miss the opportunity.

"Hmm..." Tang Wuming was dissatisfied.

Qin Xichao smiled lowly, raised his hand to caress his face, and Tang Wuming rubbed his ear against him, so obediently, Qin Xichao's heart agitated, but he had to forcefully suppress it.

He pinched the edge of Tang Wuming's ear, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you dare to knock me unconscious in the future?"

Tang Wuming squinted his eyes, and saw his face clearly in his eyes, so close, he wanted to send his lips up again, and after being dodged by Qin Xichao again, he said in a muffled voice, "No, no... "

"Then do you still dare to leave without saying a word?" Qin Xichao asked again.

"Well... no, and neither..."

Grabbing Tang Wuming's hand that was sneaking down to comfort him, Qin Xichao still asked forcefully, "Tell me, why did you kill someone."

The double stagnation at the front and back could not be relieved, Tang Wuming was so anxious that he was about to go crazy, he hugged Qin Xichao's neck and kissed him fiercely, looking for a point where he could loosen, so as to give himself a good time .

But he remained motionless.

Tang Wuming was very discouraged, and replied with his legs twisted around his waist, "Ren... mission, for, for Yuanle."

Qin Xichao kissed him rewardingly, and then asked, "Will there be more in the future?"

"I don't know..." Tang Wuming finished speaking honestly, looking at him pitifully, "Is that enough?"

"The last one." Qin Xi said, "There will be one in the future, don't hide it from me, let me face it with you."

Tang Wuming was caught by the water mist and a gleam of darkness flashed in his bright eyes. He turned over and hugged Qin Xichao tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and responded softly, "...um."

Qin Xichao lifted the person on his shoulders, kissed him passionately, and called him "Wu Ming".

[Default, replace the new copy: Lu Bugui died, and he himself doesn't remember how he died.

After several years of death, no ghost messenger came to seduce him. He once thought that he was too fond of lotus root, and even the underworld was unwilling to accept his reincarnation.

Today's Lu Bugui is still the same wave~

Touching a long scar on his body and looking at his half-transparent body, Lu Bugui went out happily again.

Lu Bugui's daily life: squatting on the street to see beauties, squatting on the street to see beauties, squatting on the street to see beauties... squatting on the street to see Mu Yang. 】

Tang Wuming doesn't remember how to continue in the future, he only remembers that Qin Xichao's temperature is hot, it can split his body and spirit, and send him to the double ultimate peak; he only remembers to envelop a person The feeling of love is extremely satisfying, and it will give people the illusion that they can have him forever.

The more gentle Qin Xichao is, the more he has a taste for it, and he can't stop it.

How it ended, he has no memory at all.

The last feeling after falling asleep was Qin Xichao completely embedded in his body, kissing his butterfly bone, lying next to his ear and calling him completely——

"Tang Wuming."

[Sorry, I made up all the above, I really can't make it up anymore! 】