The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

His mouth, like cotton candy, is fragrant and soft. Ding Baocheng, who loves sweets, cannot refuse, but he knows that he has to refuse. If he does not refuse, he will be manipulated wantonly. How can the invincible Ding Daochang be A person lost his mind?

So he pushed Kong Mingfan away and gave him a slap: "Are you sick?"

The corner of Kong Mingfan's mouth was bloodied by him. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and saw that there was no wave in Ding Baocheng's eyes, like a pool of stagnant water or a piece of ice that could not be melted.

Ding Baocheng felt a little apprehensive when he saw him, but he felt that he was right. Obviously, this person himself said that he wanted to write a divorce letter. Now he started to write it, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

He bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, and asked him in a cold voice: "Is it interesting to play people like monkeys?"

The icicles in Kong Mingfan's eyes parted a little, he smiled softly, raised his hand to pinch Ding Baocheng's chin, held his two hands with the other hand, bowed his head and kissed again without resistance.

Ding Baocheng felt that his kiss was as if he had been poisoned by snake venom before, it was fierce and domineering, and he was not allowed to refuse it at all.He was about to be short of breath, so he had no choice but to tightly grasp Kong Mingfan's gripping fingers.

He felt that he was already using a lot of force, but Kong Mingfan pinched his hand even harder. His knuckles were as hard as iron. Ding Baocheng felt that his fingernails were not long enough, so he must keep them longer in the future.

But he felt that Kong Mingfan's hand seemed to be hot and slippery, a little greasy, and then he smelled rust.Only then did Ding Baocheng realize that he pinched his hand... maybe not just in his hand, but also in his mouth.

But Kong Mingfan didn't let go of him, still sucked his lips, licked all the bloody smell on the tip of his tongue deeply, and then swallowed it down.

Ding Baocheng felt a little powerless, his dying fish was trying to intercept the air in Kong Ming's mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Mingfan picked him up and put him on the table, and separated his legs.

Kong Mingfan's size is very large, as if he looked thin and thin, but in fact his bones are large and his muscles are also smooth and powerful. His things fucked Ding Baocheng hard, making him want to die.

Ding Baocheng felt the spiritual power that had been exhausted recently surging up again in his body. He stared at Kong Mingfan in a daze, unable to focus, but his brain was running fast.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, maybe this sentence of physical characteristics allows him to increase his cultivation base by dual cultivation with men, and the growth rate is extremely fast, faster than his practice of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth day and night.

Kong Mingfan is like a continuous spiritual power pump, gathering the spiritual energy of the outside world, and pouring it into Ding Baocheng's body along the place where the two are connected.

He felt hot, like he was going to explode, stronger than ever before, so he felt it deeply.And this sudden increase in spiritual power, the feeling that it is about to explode...brought a huge pleasure, making him dependent on Kong Mingfan and unable to push him away, let alone ignoring him.

Ding Baocheng felt extremely painful, but he couldn't do anything, he could only fall into the endless sea of ​​joy, the endless sea of ​​joy gradually overflowed his mouth, nose, and top of his head, making him sink like this.Unable to continue to think, to be resentful, to complain about how much Kong Mingfan's words made him sad.

Boundless happiness finally overwhelmed Ding Baocheng's consciousness, and he passed out.

Kong Mingfan also enjoyed the feeling of fucking this person. He saw that Ding Baocheng's body turned pink due to the intense impact, and the endless joy formed a barrier between the two, isolating all outside interference. Here only them.

He felt Ding Baocheng's breathing, and although his little husband tried his best not to make a sound, he could feel his excitement.

After these days of running-in, he knows where to fuck him is the most comfortable, and also knows how to make him most comfortable.

Kong Mingfan saw Ding Baocheng close his eyes, and saw the expression of endless sinking and unable to extricate himself from his beautiful face, he felt a throbbing.

Tears flowed from the corners of Ding Baocheng's eyes, and he lowered his head heavily under the table. Kong Mingfan grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into his arms. He only knew his name: "Bao'er...Bao'er..."

As if calling him this way can be regarded as a spell that will bind him by his side forever.

Ding Baocheng felt in a daze that someone had fetched water to wash him, but he was too tired, and the spiritual power filled in his body made him feel so comfortable that he was close to collapse.

He felt that those hands were gentle and careful, as if they were restraining. He wondered if this was Kong Mingfan, but he thought of Kong Mingfan's attitude of playing with him between his palms and felt sad, so he forced himself to firmly deny it. That person is definitely not Kong Mingfan.

He was afraid that if he gave himself a little hope, he would be addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Ding Baocheng can't extricate himself from thinking about it. He is a monk, and for the first 300 years, he has been the strongest cultivator who has never been seen before or since.How could he be restrained?Nothing in this world can restrain him, nothing can stump him, and nothing can make him so sad.

Except for one... Kong Mingfan.

Ding Baocheng opened his eyes and saw that the room was very dark. He touched the side, the bed was cold, as if no one had been there.

But his changed clothes and crumpled bedding all proved that what happened in this small room, Kong Mingfan ran away after finishing his work.

Oh shit.Ding Baocheng cursed hard in his heart, grabbed the sheets and beat the bed hard, lying on his back on the bed and covering his eyes with his hands: "Ding Baocheng...you are finished."

He raised his hand and took out a small white bottle from the storage space and shook it, which contained Nankeyimeng.

Just eating one is like having a dream, and all the memories now are just memories, and there will be no emotion in retrospect.

Ding Baocheng no longer remembers why this pill was developed. On the one hand, it has been too long, and on the other hand... because the previous memories are not important to him, and unimportant things are easy to forget .

Want to eat one?Ding Baocheng put the bottle on his chest, and the cold touch pierced the softest, thinnest, most warm skin on his heart through the thin fabric. Finally, he still didn't have the courage to forget this person.

Ding Baocheng threw Nankeyimeng into the space, but caught a glimpse of a small kit with blue cloud patterns on a white background. He raised his hand to take it out, and there was a [flank] painted on it.

Only then did I remember this sachet specially made for Kong Mingfan when I was only making Ningxiang pills a few days ago, but it's a pity... I didn't send it out.

Ding Baocheng felt that his sewing intentions could not be wasted, and convinced himself that he was given a spiritual knot for body protection in order to repay Kong Mingfan for his kindness in taking him in.

So he took out a Chinese knot that protects the body and wards off evil spirits from the Qiankun pouch, put it in the kit bag and went out.

Suddenly remembering that he didn't know where Kong Mingfan lived, Ding Baocheng was about to go back, but he didn't expect to see Wang Xiuming open the door and come out. His clothes were disheveled and Ding Baocheng's expression changed, "Why is Mr. Ding here?"

Because Ding Baocheng lived in the outermost room, it stands to reason that he would not go inside.

Ding Baocheng glanced at Wang Xiuming's expression, and then at Su Qian who came out of the room. Anyway, Su Qian was well dressed.

However, Ding Baocheng is still a little impressed by Wang Xiuming, who looks very upright and conservative, and he really can't be judged by appearances.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Xiuming bowed his head for a moment in embarrassment and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just..."

Ding Baocheng waved his hand: "Nothing, I understand. Excuse me, where is Kong Mingfan?"

Wang Xiuming didn't know what he meant by understanding. When he heard him looking for Kong Mingfan, he pointed to the room opposite Ding Baocheng: "It's over there, you are opposite the door. How do you sleep in separate rooms? Did you quarrel? Junior brother Mingfan is right." You are sincere, Mr. Ding hopes that you will not let him down."

Ding Baocheng thought it was funny, but Kong Mingfan was sincere?He walked back irresistibly: "Okay, I see."

"Mr. Ding, there is one more thing I want to ask..." Wang Xiuming looked at Ding Baocheng and said, "Don't tell Lin Jin what happened today."

Ding Baocheng looked at him with raised eyebrows, and thought that Wang Xiuming and Kong Mingfan were indeed taught by the same master, and they both like to play these tricks: "Ha ha."

Wang Xiuming saw him leave with a smile, and didn't know what he meant, so he frowned and asked Su Qian who was standing aside and didn't say anything: "He won't tell Lin Jin, will he?"

Su Qian said coldly: "Probably not. But even if you tell the brothel boy, it's okay. After all, you are poisoned for the brothel boy, and he should know what you have done."

Wang Xiuming immediately shook his head: "Don't want him to know, I'm repaying a favor. He saved me once before, and now I'll save him again, and that's it."

"Are you willing?" Su Qian looked at him.

Wang Xiuming was stunned for a moment, his dull and handsome face was dazed, and he shook his head: "I don't know what reluctance is. Master said that cultivating the Tao should be rewarded by giving up, so there is nothing in the world that cannot be given up."

"Then what did you get?" Su Qian smiled and shook her fan.

Wang Xiuming was stunned: "What did I get..."

Seeing his frown, Su Qian tapped his head lightly with a fan and said helplessly, "You are sick here, so I don't blame you if you don't understand. I just hope that you will recover from your illness one day. Don't worry about what you missed. Regret for those who missed it."

Wang Xiuming slowly shifted his gaze to Su Qian's face, and said firmly, "I never regret it."

...

Ding Baocheng knocked on Kong Mingfan's door, and it seemed inconceivable that Kong Mingfan saw him take the initiative to find him, and there was a smile on his frozen three-foot face.

But he seemed to be apprehensive, squinted slightly and looked aside, and said with a sullen face, "What do you want me for?"

Ding Baocheng wanted to explode as soon as he heard it, but before he could speak, he heard that Kong Mingfan was directing and acting on his own, and said, "Forget it, since you are my nominal husband, let you come in."

Speaking of which, Kong Mingfan dragged him into the room, and then slammed the door shut.

Ding Baocheng had black lines on his face: What the hell kind of showman is this?It's not an exaggeration to call him the movie king, he can change his face faster than turning the pages of a book, it's such a long time to see him.

Author's gossip: Alright... let's make it four more... I really don't move anymore, and I will still have four appointments tomorrow, good night, good night