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

After making arrangements for A-Qing to sleep at night, Xiao Xingchen also went back to the wing to rest.

Xue Yang lay sprawled on the bed, and when he saw Xiao Xingchen came back, he sat up and pulled him onto the bed, turned over and pressed him on top of him, picking Xiao Xingchen's chin and said sourly, "Brother Daochang is so partial, he actually left me alone in the empty room .”

A-Qing called Xiao Xingchen "Brother Daochang" at first, but Xue Yang forcibly vetoed it after a few calls. She was not allowed to call her so affectionately, but it was unreasonable for him to call Xiao Xingchen that way as soon as he turned around.

Xiao Xingchen suppressed a smile: "I didn't know you would be jealous of a little girl."

Xue Yang stripped off Xiao Xingchen's clothes, lowered his head and kissed him on his chest, and said without shame, "The Taoist priest doesn't know too much. Which tree do you usually stay by for a while? I want to cut off the branches and dig out the roots." , not to mention that the little girl is still a living person full of eyes. I just endured it without poisoning her."

Xue Yang found the ointment and sent it under Xiao Xingchen's body for development, panting heavily: "I don't care, I got angry today, the Taoist priest must find a way to compensate me."

The fat was a little cold, Xiao Xingchen's body froze for a moment, and he wanted to put his legs together, wondering, "A-Qing is outside..."

"That's right." Xue Yang pushed Xiao Xingchen's knee away, kept moving, and licked his lips, "Then the aggrieved Taoist priest will keep his voice down for a while."

Xiao Xingchen: "..."

In the end, Xue Yang got his way.Xiao Xingchen hung his legs around Xue Yang's waist, biting his lower lip tightly, and only loosened his teeth when he was completely inside before letting out a slow breath.

Xue Yang played tricks at this moment, and suddenly raised his back while he was taking a breath.Xiao Xingchen snorted, Xue Yang grabbed his jaw to prevent him from biting his lip, sealed his lips, and swallowed the rest of his voice.

Before the air in the lungs was exhausted, the tightly pressed lips parted reluctantly. Xue Yang gently pecked Xiao Xingchen's face, entered and exited his body unhurriedly, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Daoist, there are walls. The door, you can’t hear it from outside. Kiss me or bite me if you’re really afraid of making a noise, don’t bite yourself.”

Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear to bite him, panted for a while, turned his head to find Xue Yang's lips, Xue Yang blocked him immediately.The two of them were entangled with each other, full of affection and joy, and soon they didn't remember anyone outside.

Xue Yang caressed Xiao Xingchen's thin waist, and while licking his neck, he also slammed and grinded towards a certain place under his body. To the limit.

A few whimpers leaked from Xiao Xingchen's throat, and after a certain moment of eruption, he lost his strength and fell back on the bed.The convulsive and contracted tunnel made Xue Yang's scalp tingle with pleasure, and he directly surrendered in his body.

Xiao Xingchen stroked Xue Yang's back weakly with his fingertips, and finally became completely weak. Not only were his hands about to slip off Xue Yang's body at any time, but his legs were also wide open and he could hardly catch Xue Yang.

It was only at this time that Xiao Xingchen would show a little fragile look of a devoted person, which made Xue Yang feel complacent, but at the same time couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, and didn't dare to be contemptuous at all.

Xue Yang slowed down for a while, then withdrew, hugged Xiao Xingchen and lay down on his side facing each other, picked up one of his legs and put it on his waist, and then slowly entered again while supporting his half-soft avatar.

Xiao Xingchen didn't resist, stroked Xue Yang's side face, panting lightly to accept everything he gave him.

Xue Yang kissed the palm of his hand, and then kissed him from finger to finger. The movements of his body were very gentle, which seemed to be a bit of flirting and tenderness.But no kind of gentle contact is enough, not enough for him to express his full of love, nor enough to bear the feelings that Xiao Xingchen didn't express.

Xue Yang wiped off the fine sweat on Xiao Xingchen's forehead, and suddenly asked, "Could Taoist priest love me more?"

Xiao Xingchen was so tortured by him, it took him a while to realize what Xue Yang said.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Xingchen asked warmly, "I...have I ever neglected you without realizing it?"

Xue Yang pressed a little tighter, and said, "No. The Taoist priest is good enough to me, but I'm greedy and always feel that it's not enough."

He said a little wronged: "You are so kind to everyone..."

Dare to feel that this is still pantothenic acid for A-Qing.

Xiao Xingchen was funny and soft-hearted, he thought for a while and said, "I always treat you differently than others, you don't have to mind, let alone target anyone for me."

Xue Yang hit his head deeply, and heard Xiao Xingchen's sudden rapid breathing, as if nothing had happened, he picked up a lock of Xiao Xingchen's hair and wrapped it around his fingers to play with, and asked with a smile, "Oh, then what's the difference between me and others?"

Xiao Xingchen didn't speak, but Xue Yang snorted, "You're not protecting her."

"I didn't..." Xiao Xingchen said helplessly, "You know that I only think of A-Qing as your younger sister, why are you holding on to me so tightly?"

Xue Yang speeded up, and the rascal said: "Yes, Daoist elder brother and younger sister are happy together, I'm the only one who is redundant."

A-Qing couldn't call her brother a few times, but Xue Yang called him countless times that night.Xiao Xingchen wanted to laugh, but was knocked back by Xue Yang.

Xue Yang kept pestering her, "She's a younger sister, so what do I count as a Daoist?"

Xiao Xingchen couldn't stand being disturbed, he raised his hand and pushed him to show weakness: "Xue Yang..."

Xue Yang pushed him to lie down, pressed him down, and said dissatisfied: "The Taoist priest always only calls me by my first name, but I have to change it today, otherwise I won't obey, so I'll hold you until the morning, until you can't get up until the bed."

Before Xiao Xingchen had time to object, he was knocked over by the sudden acceleration of the attack and could only let out broken gasps.

Xue Yang blustered and rained for a while, then suddenly stopped, slowly pulled away, and then slowly pushed back.Going back and forth a few times, Xiao Xingchen could even feel the beating of Xue Yang's meridian, which was rubbed against the soft inner wall until he was about to burn.Xue Yang moved slowly but penetrated deeply, which was even more tormenting than the fast ones before, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Xue Yang was also sweating, but he still patiently seduced Xiao Xingchen: "Master, think about it carefully, we are married, so who am I to you? What should you call me?"

"What do other people call their husbands after they get married?" Xue Yang couldn't wait for Xiao Xingchen to admit that he had established his own identity, "What should the Taoist priest call me?"

Seeing that Xiao Xingchen couldn't be distracted, he thought about it thoughtfully, and gave a few options: "Husband? Master? Official?... Daoist, you can call me that too."

But this is very strange, Xiao Xingchen thought.

Xiao Xingchen blushed again and again, he pursed his lips tightly but refused to follow Xue Yang to say those few words.

His body couldn't bear it any longer, Xue Yang buried his head in hard work and stopped asking questions, and went with Xiao Xingchen again after a while.

Xue Yang backed out in no hurry, leaned on Xiao Xingchen's body to pant, looked at Xiao Xingchen's absent-minded look, satisfied and depressed, bit his lips, and scolded with a smile, "Why are you so stubborn!"

Xiao Xingchen hadn't recovered from the lingering rhyme, and he didn't feel any pain after being bitten by Xue Yang. Instead, he kissed back a few times foolishly, and then whispered a word on Xue Yang's lips.

Xue Yang exploded fireworks in his head, and asked dully: "What did you call me?... Daoist, what did you just say?"

"...Xue Lang." Xiao Xingchen repeated in a low voice.

Xue Yang's heart was hit right by the "Xue Lang", and suddenly he felt that the "husband" and "sanggong" he just said were all overshadowed by Xiao Xingchen's Xue Lang.

He was flattered and even a little bit at a loss, his heart was pounding, and he was so excited that he kissed Xiao Xingchen a few times, but he didn't think it was enough.If it wasn't for his reluctance to part with Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang would have jumped out of bed and ran in the yard ten or eight laps to relieve his chest full of joy.

His heart fluttered for a while, and finally calmed down, Xue Yang lay on Xiao Xingchen's body, hugged him and sighed: "It's over..."

It's over, it's completely on the Taoist priest.How can there be such a person, who can pinch his weakness in everything he says and does, making him unable to resist at all.

Xiao Xingchen also felt that it was over - because Xue Yang's root that was still in his body was caught off guard and became hard again.

Xue Yang swayed his waist instinctively, and kissed Xiao Xingchen while shirking responsibility: "Don't blame me. I want to rest too. Who told you to stimulate me indiscriminately."

Xiao Xingchen: "..."

Daoist is really wronged, okay? Who knew this guy was so unbearable, and he became so excited after being agitated inadvertently.After all is young, does not know temperance.

The unrestrained Xue Yang made him exhausted, even hugged Xiao Xingchen when he took a bath, and refused to leave for a moment.He also willfully woke up the drowsy Xiao Xingchen and asked him for advice: "Then what should I call you?"

"..." Xiao Xingchen sighed, "It's fine as usual."

He doesn't think the address is very important, because the facts are more important, and there is no need to dig into the corners in other places.

Xue Yang was a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't think of a title that matched "Xue Lang" to call his Taoist priest.You can't really call her "Madam" or something, Xiao Xingchen won't like it, and he himself finds it weird.

Xue Yang struggled for a long time, and finally said sullenly: "I'd better call you Daoist. But what other people call Daoist is different from what I call Daoist. When I call Daoist, Daoist is mine alone. .”

Xiao Xingchen nodded with a smile.

Xue Yang also looked at him smirking, smiled and wanted to kiss again, so he really kissed him, and stamped the Taoist priest stubbornly: "My Taoist priest."

Xiao Xingchen was a little itchy from his kiss, and laughed silently for a while, inserted his fingers into Xue Yang's hair, and stroked it tenderly.

Xue Yang rubbed Xiao Xingchen's palm, smiled and closed his eyes, and buried his head in his neck and sighed.

How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world.