The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

In the residence near the water, only a dim light falls in the dim sky, painting the moss spreading on the gravel path with a desolate light. It was just after noon, but there was not much excitement and excitement. The strange smell is probably due to the master who lives here temporarily.

Outside the room, tall and straight men in black clothes stood at the door, silent, dedicated to guarding the safety of the owner.

The emotional chants coming from the house from time to time are imaginative, like the most charming nightingale, lingering in my ears.In addition, the sound of rustling clothes and the sound of water were also constantly ringing.

It was supposed to be a moment of fascination, but Murong Chengshuang didn't seem to be very interested.

The man with a handsome face only half took off his lower jacket, revealing the part where he was advancing. Two round offspring bags hit the upturned snow-white buttocks of the person under him. The person under him is beautiful, with delicate features Fascinating, she was groaning emotionally. It stands to reason that such delicacies are beyond the control of any man.

But Murong Chengshuang felt a little boring, stretched out his white and graceful palms, and wriggled wantonly on the man's smooth back, until the bright red bloody mouth was exposed, and blood overflowed.

"Does it hurt?" The corner of Wan Jin's owner's mouth curled into a hint of teasing, but underneath, it was nothing more than meaningless and boring.

The man below was obviously in severe pain. From the cold sweat that kept breaking out from under the parted black hair at the sideburns, it could be seen that he was suffering like torture.

Seeing his pet in such pain, Murong Chengshuang felt a little bit of interest, and then he raised the crotch of the male prostitute and began to tease him wantonly.

When the male essence ejaculated, Murong Chengshuang used to pull out the things, but for some reason, the person under him stretched out a weak hand, groping backwards, trying to grab Murong Chengshuang's clothes.

"What are you doing!" The man couldn't help frowning when he saw this, snorted coldly, twisted the boy's buttocks, then kicked the ignorant plaything out, and said, "You deserve to touch me too?"

The male prostitute lay face down on the cold floor, his black hair was scattered all over the floor, his back had a bloody mouth, which was still overflowing, his nose also felt the urge to gushe, and then there was the smell of iron.

"I... just want to receive the favor of the owner, and don't want to offend the owner for a while..." He climbed up cautiously, lowered his head and murmured, "Please punish the owner..."

This person is one of the very few among Murong Chengshuang's male favorites who have not been played to death. Two years ago, he joined Murong Chengshan's male favorites. Since then, he has given up his original name like those shadow guards. Now the single name is "Geng", and the lower servants all call these men who are played by men "Gongzi", and this male prostitute is called "Genggongzi".

Murong Cheng glanced at this man. He was already in a bad mood and wanted to find someone to vent his anger, but this bullying made him even worse. Even the sadism that excited him most in the past seemed dull. Tasteless, this Mr. Geng is the most suitable male prostitute to him, so every time he has sex with this man, it is considered merciful, but the stupid thing he did just now made Murong Chengshuang feel annoyed.

A long time ago, no, actually not too long ago, there was a man who held the hem of his clothes like this. The man had a gentle chest and a gentle temper. He was tall and straight, dressed in black, and devoted himself to what he ordered. conscientious.

But this man is no longer there.

"Little Eleven..." Murong Chengshuang put on his pants slowly, then glanced at Mr. Geng who was kneeling on the cold floor, and the corners of his mouth showed a languid arc.

As soon as the voice fell, a man in black pushed the door in. He was obviously familiar with the obscene smell and chaotic scene that belonged to men in the room. He didn't look sideways at the naked beauty kneeling on the ground, but only cupped his fists and looked at the woman sitting upright. Murong Cheng on the chair pleaded for orders.

"Take it down, teach it well, got it?" Murong Cheng waved his hands in both hands, and the shadow guard picked up Mr. Geng, whose pupils suddenly constricted, and was about to take him away, when the man carried on his shoulders struggled , At the same time, there was a plea in his mouth.

"Xiao Geng knew it was wrong... I know it was wrong! Please also ask the owner to punish me personally, the owner..." The man almost wailed, almost crying, "Please ask the owner to kill me..."

"Noisy!" Murong Chengshuang was in a gloomy mood, and made a fool of Ying Shiyi, and the man immediately understood it.

Then the male prostitute who was constantly struggling received a heavy blow on the back of the neck, and immediately lost consciousness.

After Ying Eleven took people down, the room fell into a long silence.

Murong Chengshuang claims that he is not a deep person, nor is he a person who likes to put on a straight face. On the contrary, he likes to talk loudly and show his face, but right now he is not in the mood.

Dreaming back in the middle of the night, the heartache was unbearable, probably since Ying Yichang was buried under the loess, the repeated emotions continued to invade, making people feel at a loss.

He Murong Chengshuang is a heartless person, he only loves himself, at least he thinks so.

Recently, he and the master of the Yishui Pavilion conspired to overthrow the Wulin League, but they retreated in the middle of the progress of the matter. How could the reason for this be explained clearly by simply wanting to leave a way out for himself?

Zhu Mingsen obviously wanted to try his best to retain and settle down, so he clearly knew that he had a desire for Dongfang Bubai, but he still exposed his capable men to him, and even resorted to beauty tricks.

He knew that Zhu Mingsen had asked Dongfang Bubai to seduce him, but the person involved was obviously unwilling.

The other worry was that Shen Youlian, the lingering tuberculosis leader, was eyeing him and Zhu Mingsen, which made him feel somewhat frustrated and unhappy.

The bad emotions accumulated over the past few days burst out, and he felt that it was time to have some fun for himself.

The next day, the sky turned fine, the sun was just right, and it was warm right now.

Wu Ci'er narrowed his eyes and teased his new playmate in a small courtyard of the Xingran Mansion, a big snake with a green belly. Nai, looked up, and sure enough, a man wearing Yishui Pavilion guard clothes was staring at the snake in his hand, his eyes were burning like he wanted to burn a hole in the snake?br>

Wu Ci'er was not very happy, and said loudly: "Can the things I raise myself bite me? You are just sent by the East to protect me. Why do you interfere with my fun like this?"

Hearing this, the man couldn't help lowering his head.

Just at that time, Dongfang Bubai walked in quietly, Wu Ci'er saw him coming, with a smile on his face, he hurriedly threw down the green snake on his arm, and went up to meet him.

"Dongfang, how is Brother Zhao today?" Wu Ci'er asked.

Dongfang Bubai nodded and said with a smile: "It's almost better, your medical skills are pretty good."

"In the next two days, Zhao Nuanzhou will take care of you temporarily, is it possible?" He asked suddenly.

Wu Ci'er was stunned for a moment, but nodded, and couldn't help asking: "Is Dongfang busy with something?"

"Yes," Dongfang Bubai said with a smile, "To be a guest..."

Today he received an invitation from the owner of Wanjin

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_I know you all want to ask who is the guard of the Yishui Pavilion who appeared this time... Maybe it is cannon fodder, or cannon fodder counterattack?