Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

Hearing the sound of footsteps in a trance, Shen Mojue trembled, trying to struggle to get up, but his whole body seemed to be entangled by invisible threads.

Can't move.

Can't keep my eyes open.

Shen Mojue was so anxious that he went crazy, and his intuition told him that there was danger, and even the bells that had been placed around were ringing non-stop.

--do not come.

A voice in Shen Mojue's heart shouted loudly, but the footsteps didn't stop, they were getting closer and clearer.

Shen Mojue struggled uncomfortably, trying to open his eyes.There was a strong wind blowing all around, the bell was shaking crazily, and the sound of the bell kept disturbing his mind, he couldn't even calm down and think about the solution.

--don't want!

Shen Mojue wanted to shout and hide, but he couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, he felt a tall shadow covering him.Shen Mojue shook his head and made a whining sound, as if he was afraid or begging for mercy, even he himself didn't understand his mood at the moment.

If he was given a chance, he would definitely not sleep here. He would seize the only chance and run away like crazy without stopping for a moment.

"Xiao Jue." A ghostly voice rang in his ears, it was the voice of Lang Yanshu, and Shen Mojue knew that it was his voice.

it's him.

He refused to let himself go.

He was angry, so he came after him.He's going to punish himself, he's a madman, a devil.

Shen Mojue felt that his neck was tightly restrained by a hand, and the air in his lungs became thinner and thinner. His face turned blue and purple. Every time he took a hard breath, his heart felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife. terribly.

This feeling was really uncomfortable. During the struggle, Shen Mojue stretched out his hands, grabbed the hand that strangled his neck, and wanted to pull it away.

But the strength of that hand was too strong, Shen Mojue couldn't pull it away no matter what.He still doesn't want to die, especially at this moment, he can even clearly feel that the god of death is standing beside him, within reach.

He begged for mercy, and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist: "Lang, brother Lang, I was wrong, I, I shouldn't run, I don't want to die, please, please."

He spoke intermittently, and miraculously opened his eyes, and the light came into his sight, and he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

I saw Lang Yanshu half-kneeling beside him, with a stern look on his face, like Shura returning from hell, staring at him with terrifying eyes.

Shen Mojue trembled and stared at him in panic.

"You know you're afraid?"

Shen Mojue nodded frantically.

"I'm going to punish you." Lang Yanshu pinched his chin, leaned over and held his lips steady.

Shen Mojue struggled for a while, and was immediately bitten by him, so he didn't dare to move again, and let Lang Yanshu ask for it.

But what was strange was that he didn't hear the system's prompt to harvest the love value. Shen Mojue's heart trembled suddenly, and he guessed a possibility - the skill had failed.

This terrible conjecture made him pale. In order to confirm this conjecture, he no longer struggled, and even took the initiative to respond to Lang Yanshu.

The system beep never sounded again.

His lips were bitten by Lang Yanshu, and Shen Mojue's face was pale. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his body. It was Lang Yanshu who pulled off his shirt.

Shen Mojue was shocked, writhing crazily, trying to break free from his arms, but he held his waist with one hand, and reached into the skirt of his clothes with the other, grabbing the deadly part.

Shen Mojue opened his eyes wide in panic, feeling that his body was undergoing shameful changes little by little under his manipulation.

He wants to reject this change, but the man's body is too sad, even if there are many reluctances in his heart, everything is developing in a direction beyond his control.

He began to beg for mercy, cry, and the more he showed weakness, the tougher and irresistible Lang Yanshu's attitude became.It's like a cat that has caught a mouse, watched it run away from its paws, and every time it caught a glimpse of hope, it caught it back mercilessly, forcing it to obey its own wishes.

Now Shen Mojue is the mouse.

At this moment, all his emotions are controlled by Lang Yanshu. If he makes him cry, Shen Mojue will cry. If he makes him laugh, Shen Mojue will have to laugh. Whether it is a paradise of extreme joy or a hell of endless pain, only he , have the power to decide.

Shen Mojue felt that he was going crazy, like a person on the brink of despair standing on the edge of a cliff, trying to jump off, but was grabbed by someone, but the person who grabbed him refused to pull him up.

All the feelings reached the extreme, but the outlet of venting was blocked abruptly.

Shen Mojue twisted his body uncomfortably, cried more and more, and kept begging for mercy. He didn't know what he was talking about, but suddenly heard the man say, "Call me by name."

name?Shen Mojue was taken aback.name, name...

Brother Lang's name...

By the way, it is a book of words!

"Yanshu! Yanshu!" Shen Mojue seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, his whole body limp in his arms, tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, and kept murmuring, "Please, please..."

"What do you want me to ask?" The book was pressed against his ear, and the warm breath sprayed on his neck.

Shen Mojue shook his head and said, "Let me, let me..."

Such shameful words could not be uttered no matter what, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to cry.

Crying is not what a man does, but at this moment, being forced into such a situation, let alone crying, let him die, as long as it can make him achieve what he wants, he is willing to do anything.

In a daze, Lang Yanshu leaned over to press his lips again, this time there was no cruel biting, only gentleness.It seems that his lips are the most beautiful wine in the world, and it needs to be tasted with extreme patience, and it seems that he is the most fragile porcelain in the world, which can only be broken easily if it is held in the hand carefully.

At that moment, Shen Mojue felt the feeling of being cherished.At the same time, he finally achieved his wish and finally vented all his restlessness in the hands of Lang Yanshu.

There were brilliant white fireworks blooming in his mind, and Shen Mojue was slightly absent-minded, and fell into Lang Yanshu's arms, and was gently hugged by him, with his head resting on his heart, breathing his breath through his nose.

"Yanshu..." He subconsciously called out that name again, his heart suddenly trembled violently, and he woke up suddenly.

The shadow in front of my eyes gradually dissipated, and all my feelings were gradually distorted and turned into nothingness.

Shen Mojue opened his eyes, looking at the blue bamboo forest in front of him, and the bells hanging on the wire outside the formation.

Maomao sat beside him, holding her paws and looking at him in surprise.

Shen Mojue looked around again uncertainly, his heart pounding.

Is it a dream?

The magic circle remained the same as it was before he fell asleep, and there was no sound of bells. The night was pitch black, with only a glimmer of light shining from the east.

It's almost dawn.

It was a dream!

There was an indescribable feeling in Shen Mojue's heart. He stood up from the ground with his elbows propped up, and suddenly felt a slippery cold somewhere, and his face turned red.

Although it was just a dream, he really seemed to be...

Shen Mojue felt as if his cheeks were on fire, very hot.

I really want to dig a hole and bury myself.

He quickly picked up Mao Mao, and quickly climbed onto the flying sword. Yu Jian flew out of the bamboo forest. Just after he left, a blue figure walked out of the bamboo forest. That person stood in the mottled bamboo shadow, looking up at Shen Mojue's disappearing back .

Just now, what Xiaojue called in her dream was... her own name.

—— Yanshu.

Happiness was about to overflow from my heart, and even the anger of Shen Mojue's escape disappeared in an instant, leaving only the tenderness in my heart, and the appearance of Shen Mojue eagerly calling his name with a blushing face in his dream.

Yan Shu, Xiao Jue.

Yanshu, Xiaojue...

He couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Shen Mojue flew out of the bamboo forest in a hurry, found a small river, saw no one around, cast a magic barrier, stripped off his clothes and jumped into the river.

The river water is clear and cold, and the light cast by the rising sun is reflected on the river surface, sparkling with golden light.

Shen Mojue sat depressed in the middle of the river, listening to the crisp birdsong in the surrounding valley, rubbing his pants with his hands again and again until the white marks on them dissipated in the water.

How could I have a spring/dream?Shen Mojue was really confused.In fact, as early as puberty, he has never had sex/dreams.This probably has something to do with his own slight obsession with cleanliness. Although he loves girls very much, he is not as enthusiastic about that matter as other nerds. In other words, he prefers to look at the pretty faces of girls for spiritual communication.

"It's been a long time..." Shen Mojue couldn't help sighing, and silently calculated the time when he had a spring/dream last time.It is true that physiological needs are the nature of every man, and he is no exception. However, there are many ways to solve them, and there is really no need to have this kind of dream.

Could it be that he has been abstinent for too long?

Shen Mojue stood up from the water in a jerk, deeply aware of the possibility.After all, after transmigrating to this world, every day besides cultivation is eating, and it seems that I haven't really paid much attention to this aspect.

Why did you ignore this question?

Shen Mojue scratched her hair in frustration. Fortunately, this dream happened at this time. If Lang Yanshu bumped into her...

"Oh my god, I can't even think about it." Shen Mojue let out a tragic exclamation, and felt deeply grateful.

Otherwise, you will be ashamed to see people!

He quickly rubbed his whole body, cast a spell to dry the wet clothes, put on his clothes, summoned the Tianji sword, climbed onto the flying sword, and left with Mao Mao.

Before dawn, it finally flew out of the border of Zhongzhou.Shen Mojue stood blankly at Jianduan, looking at the clouds, not knowing which direction to go.

Where is his home?

He rubbed his forehead in distress, thinking about it in his mind, and suddenly remembered Lang Yanqi and the God of Cookery Fu's family he mentioned one night, his eyes lit up.

By the way, let's go to Fu's house!The Fu family started Taoism with food, and they are like-minded with him. He wants to worship under the Fu family.

作者有话要说：感谢孤城吹雪扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2014-09-1023:53:29(╯3╰)么么哒~

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Tomorrow is Friday, the ancient sword that has accumulated four episodes can finally be watched, so I will not update it tomorrow y(^o^)y