Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

Seeing that the Taoist priest was fooled by him, Xue Yang smiled and leaned over to kiss him, telling him to regain his senses: "Don't think too much about it."

Xiao Xingchen tilted his head unresponsively. Xue Yang looked at him blankly, wanting to bully him but couldn't bear it, and clicked his tongue: "You believe everything I say, why are you so easy to deceive?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xingchen immediately said seriously, "Xue Yang, you promised not to lie to me."

Xue Yang was stunned by his fierceness, thinking that the two of them couldn't have a tacit understanding, so he cried out madly, "I didn't lie to you!"

Xiao Xingchen still had a sullen face.

"I just think you trust others too easily, and you didn't lie to you." Xue Yang scratched his hair indiscriminately, "You can't hear when I'm joking with you, but you don't believe the truth, why is that so?"

Xiao Xingchen also felt that he was too serious, his complexion softened, and he was silent for a while, before he said: "I don't know what other Taoist couples are like, I just think that you have to be sincere when you treat others, and it's even more important if you and I are so close. You shouldn't have lied to me. And you promised not to lie to me again, so I will easily take what you said to be true, and I will think about it... I am like this, if it makes you feel bored and distressed, there is no excuse."

Xue Yang had already been exalted by the word "Taoist Companion". He seemed to have drunk fine wine that had been stored in cellars for many years, and fell into a daze on Xiao Xingchen, yelling, "Taoist..."

Xiao Xingchen put his shoulders in response.

"The Taoist priest is not boring at all." Xue Yang said, "You are the most interesting person in the world."

This should be the most embarrassing and blunt compliment Xiao Xingchen has ever heard.

But Xue Yang didn't notice the stagnant atmosphere at all, he didn't have time to think about anything now, only what Xiao Xingchen said just now was on his mind.

Taoist, Taoist.Does Xiao Xingchen admit that he and Xue Yang are Taoist couples?

So close...how close is it?Was it what Xue Yang wanted?

"Daoist...Xiao Xingchen..." Xue Yang hunched over Xiao Xingchen restlessly, desperately needing something to prove that he was not wishful thinking.

He raised his head and kissed Xiao Xingchen, feeling dissatisfied, and bowed his head to sniff and kiss Xiao Xingchen's neck and collarbone deeply, like an animal marking its territory, wanting to leave his mark on Taoist Priest.

Xiao Xingchen's taoist robe was messed up by him, and his obscene clothes were also torn open, exposing a small piece of fair chest.Xue Yang kissed the skin that rose and fell with his breath, scratched lightly with the greasy tip of his tongue, and rubbed his palm heavily on Xiao Xingchen's neck, back, and lower back. While Xiao Xingchen was distracted, he inserted his buttocks and Between the cracks of the bed, pinched his buttocks.

Through the cloth, Xiao Xingchen could also feel the warmth and touch of Xue Yang's hands. He suddenly became a little nervous, tensed his muscles, pushed his head away from his chest, and called him as if showing weakness: "Xue Yang..."

But Xue Yang turned a blind eye to his uneasiness, and he squeezed the soft flesh on his hand again, with dark eyes and innocent tone, he asked for instructions: "Is Taoist priest all healed?"

Xue Yang checks Xiao Xingchen's injuries every day, luckily he knows better than Xiao Xingchen, the purpose of asking such a question at this time is too obvious.Xiao Xingchen's ears were red, and Ai Ai didn't know how to reply to this prodigal son.

Xue Yang leaned over to grab Xiao Xingchen's thin red earlobe, and sucked it in his mouth. The sound of sticky water stains made Xiao Xingchen start to tremble.

Xue Yang said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know what other Taoist couples are like on a daily basis, but I know one thing—there is a saying among Taoist couples about dual cultivation."

The young man was thirsty for knowledge, so he asked the Taoist priest, "Does the Taoist priest know what this double cultivation means?"

Xiao Xingchen heard a bang in his head, it was Xue Yang who pulled his clothes down to his shoulders, and bit the bulge of his chest.The evil hands were not idle, they had dangerously hooked Xiao Xingchen's belt.

Xue Yang was not in a hurry to move, but his round nails scraped against Xiao Xingchen's waist, and the breath on Xiao Xingchen's chest was also hot and humid. The temperature was given to him without reservation, asking him to be ignited by himself.

The devil of hell puts on a harmless skin, and presents his magnified desire in front of Xiao Xingchen, inviting him to fall.

The big net laid down by Xue Yang reappeared again. Xiao Xingchen realized in a trance that this net had never disappeared at all. It had already bound him and sucked up his ability to resist. In the dark trap, waiting for Xue Yang to approach step by step.

The young man showed his canine teeth and smiled, looked at him, let him struggle on the net, and said sweetly, "Master Daoist, let's wait and see."

"Prince Daoist." Xue Yang in reality called out in a low voice.

He kissed Xiao Xingchen, grabbed the Taoist priest's hand, put it on his chest, and put his arms around his waist lightly, and said, "If you really don't want to, just push me away. I'll listen to you." .”

Xiao Xingchen's scalp began to tingle as his callused fingers brushed against his spine. He kept focusing on the place he touched, and moved with his vile fingertips, feeling Xue Yang's touch on him. Clusters of gorgeous sparks.

The fire in the hearth has been extinguished because it has been left unattended for too long, and it will not take long for the temperature in the room to dissipate.The cold wind was howling outside the window, and the sunlight in the deep winter was pale and cold, but Xiao Xingchen couldn't even see this paleness.

It was dark and cold everywhere, there was no light around Xue Yang, and it was even darker than other places, but his arms were warm, and his hands were warm, hugging Xiao Xingchen, like burning himself and then warming him up.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't escape.

Xiao Xingchen knew he couldn't escape.

Xue Yang felt Xiao Xingchen's hand move. He lowered his head and watched, the slender fingers that were originally held in vain were slowly straightened by the infusion of strength, as if they were going to push him away, and flattened against his chest.

Xiao Xingchen separated his hands from Xue Yang's chest, passed them under his armpit, and then stopped on his back.

Xiao Xingchen took Xue Yang into a gentle and firm embrace.

Xue Yang's eyes were red, he stroked Xiao Xingchen's side face, and asked him, "Master Daoist, are you sure?...Xiao Xingchen, do you know what I mean?"

What answered him was a kiss as light as a feather on the palm of his hand.