After Mo Zun was born, every day was an asura field

In the room, Baili Yan's eyes were lightly closed, and the clothes on his body had been changed, as if everything was as usual, but judging from the slightly twirling fingertips in his sleeves, it was not the case.

Like something is broken.

The original calm sea of ​​consciousness was like a stone being thrown into the surface of a lake, and the ripples rippled round and round, lasting for a long time.

When Bailiyan withdrew from the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he half-opened his eyes and lowered his head to sweep the hand, the palm was smooth and white without any blemishes.

After a long time, Baili Yan gently raised his hand, and slowly pressed his palm against his heart.

So fast.

This is a feeling that Bailiyan has never experienced nor understood, it is too fast...

It seems that something inexplicable has been poured into it, sour and astringent, and then unknowingly changed its quality, and a hint of sweetness begins to appear, bringing an indescribable experience.

Bailiyan looked indifferent, but his whole body exuded a pleasant aura that he didn't even know about. The corners of his lips were slightly curved, but returned to normal in the next second.

Then he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.

With just one look up, Bian Ze's figure appeared in the field of vision.

"What?" Bailiyan raised his brows slightly, his attitude casual.

Bian Ze rolled his throat, then stepped forward, "Master."

Bailiyan looked at him.

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, Bian Ze's eyes were full of thirst and begging, "Can I do it again, disciple?"

Maybe it was understanding, or maybe it was uncertainty, Bailiyan narrowed his eyes, and said in a tone without any emotional fluctuations, "What?"

Bian Ze pursed his lips, opened his mouth slowly, and replied word by word in a low voice: "That's it."

While speaking, Bian Ze walked in front of the cloud bed in a flash, and bent down very quickly.

Finally touched the softness that he had been dreaming about again, Bian Ze only felt that his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

Plop, plop, pass quickly.

The light and shallow breaths intertwined in one place, as if to confirm whether it was true, Bian Ze's kiss was a little fierce, full of predatory breath.

From the very beginning, just to make sure if Shizun was embarrassed, Bian Ze kept his eyes open all the time, watching Shizun close his eyes subconsciously after his kiss fell, watching his Shizun trembling because of his kiss slender eyelashes.

Master also likes it...

Bian Ze thought so.

As soon as the thought arises, the desire/desire in Bian Ze's heart becomes even more raging, the master's low panting/breathing sounds next to his ears, and the master's unique breath between his lips/teeth/space, Bian Ze feels that he may be going crazy It's over, the heat/waves are turning/rolling/rolling inside his body, making him unable to think about anything.

In the end, when Bian Ze let go of him, he looked at his master with a hoarse voice and said bluntly: "Do you like it, master?"

Bailiyan panted slightly, and there seemed to be a dark color in his eyes, and then Bian Ze's next sentence came to his ears, "Master, does the disciple like to kiss you?"

For a long time, the room was completely quiet. It was clear that the previous moment was still filled with ambiguous tut/tsk water/sounds, but now it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

However, Bian Ze smiled.

No response was what he most wanted.

Bian Ze smiled lowly, with a tone of sigh and connivance, very doting.

"If the master doesn't speak, the disciple will accept it by default."

What he said not long ago was used again by Bian Ze.

He smiled again, his hoarse laughter was full of joy, "Disciple is so happy."

As he said that, Bian Ze hugged him, "Since Master likes it..."

The voice sounded indistinctly amid another kiss, "Then continue."

***

Since birth, countless bad lucks have always accompanied Bian Ze, imprisoning him like an invisible net, leaving him with no possibility of escape.

Heavenly Dao gave him the opportunity to fuse his memories, and he did testify to this point—from beginning to end, that person named Bian Ze was an existence abandoned by Heavenly Dao.

Even if he crawled out of the mountain of corpses and finally became the supreme Demon Lord, it was his destiny to be crushed into the dust, and he would never be able to get rid of it.

But until one day suddenly, that bright blue broke into his field of vision without warning, dragging Bian Ze out of the endless dark abyss.

It's just so unreasonable and overbearing.

His master didn't just give him a new life.

Instead, it became his only sustenance in the long years to come.

From now on, Bian Ze only lives for Bailiyan.

"Master," after the kiss, Bian Ze clasped him tightly, his voice seemed a little dull because of the movement of him burying his head in the other's neck, "from now on, disciple, I will live only for you, okay?"

The confession that belongs only to a generation of Demon Lord is just pouring out the deepest thoughts in his heart without reservation.

Bailiyan paused.

No one knew better than him how a person who had been drowned in darkness since birth would be willing to say such a sentence.

For Bian Ze, Master is the only ray of light he sees in the endless darkness.

This is how he is willing to let go.

Besides...

His master is so good.

Bian Ze quietly listened to the breathing of the two, and couldn't help but close his eyes. At this moment, a strand of hair seemed to brush past his ear, followed by a hand resting on his left shoulder.

In an instant, Bian Ze's heart fell straight to the bottom of the valley, and when he opened his eyes, he looked at the master who was separated from him by a finger distance.

Sure enough, he was too presumptuous...

But after getting cheap twice, he actually forgot his duty.

A person like Master, who can be worthy of him.

Bian Ze thinks that such a master is beyond his imagination, but he can't stop wanting to get closer, to touch, to hug, to kiss, and even...

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Just as Bian Ze's thoughts were getting darker, Bai Liyan spoke slowly, with a tone of laziness that Bian Ze had never heard before, as if he was mocking or seeing through his mind so he could make fun of it, "Oh?"

Bian Ze stopped his delusional thoughts, but his heart was still tense.

He stared at Bailiyan, his heart that kept falling was in pain, piercing to the bone.

Bailiyan looked back at him, and just asked softly, "How do you want to live for me?"

Bian Ze froze for a moment, inexplicably hearing a hint of temptation from these words.

Is it his delusion again...

Bian Ze laughed at himself.

"My life belongs to the master," but he still said every single word, with a rare solemnity, "everything about me belongs to the master."

Master wants him to give birth, so he will give birth.

If he were to die, Bian Ze would crush his own soul without saying a word, and his soul would fly away.

But right now, Bian Ze's heart has died thousands of times the moment he was pushed away by the master.

Sure enough, this heart does not belong to him.

At the same time, there was a chuckle in the room, piercing into Bian Ze's ears and causing a tingling/tingling, like an electric/current shock.

Bian Ze's heart trembled.

In the next second, a voice that made him even more at a loss sounded, and he heard the master say: "Yes."

A huge surprise enveloped Bian Ze instantly.

There is disbelief, and there is ecstasy.

"Master, what do you mean by these words?" Rao already understood the meaning the moment the words came out, Bian Ze still couldn't help muttering.

However, this sentence did not wait for the other party's response.

When Bian Ze waited, he was grasped by the slender white hand of the master, until he touched the softness he had dreamed of before waking up like a dream, and then he didn't dare to pause to deepen the kiss/kiss .