The ancient journey of modern alchemists

"You don't believe this king, you don't believe that this king likes you." For a long time, Yan Mo didn't answer, Qi Yeming sighed, he had already read the answer from Yan Mo's eyes.

"No, I believe that you like me, but I don't believe that you only like me alone." Yan Mo smiled self-deprecatingly, in this world where wives and concubines are respected by power, what's the point of being arrogant How can I take such an excellent man as my own, prevent others from prying eyes, prevent him from being bothered, and let him completely belong to me?

The difference in strength and the difference in the background of the times made Yan Mo question himself. With his current strength, he is just a vassal. How can Qi Yeming have the power to resist?

If Yan Mo is given time, he will definitely believe that he can make himself stronger in the shortest possible time, but when it comes to love, even if he is as confident as Yan Mo, he will worry about gains and losses. He will have no confidence in himself, will question, evade, and be afraid.

Seeing the blankness in Yan Mo's eyes, Qi Yeming's heart throbbed slightly. He lowered his head and kissed Yan Mo's red lips that had been bitten by him unconsciously.

"Hmm..." Being kissed by Qi Yeming domineeringly, Yan Mo suddenly came back to his senses. It was too late to resist, and he couldn't resist either. His hands were still shackled by Qi Yeming on top of his head, his body was pressed down by Qi Yeming, and his chin was pinned down by Qi Yeming. Qi Yeming was fixed.

This is the reality, in front of Qi Yeming, he has no resistance at all, Yan Mo simply gave up resistance, closed his eyes sadly, no longer struggling, no longer resisting, and no response.

"Open your eyes, Mo'er, open your eyes!" Sensing Yan Mo's strangeness, Qi Yeming whispered in Yan Mo's ear, but Yan Mo never opened his eyes, and he just lay there quietly, as if he could Let yourself do what you want and don't resist.

"Mo'er, I like you, and I will only like you alone." Qi Yeming lowered his head first, and whispered softly in Yan Mo's ear, and the words of love sprayed into Yan Mo's ear with heat.

The heart that was gradually cooling down, seemed to be injected with a strong force by these words, and jumped up. Yan Mo suddenly opened his eyes, just in time for Shang Qi Yeming to stare deeply at his eyes, There is a tenderness and affection in the black eyes that have never been discovered

"What did you say?" Yan Mo spoke with some difficulty, as if he had just had a sweet dream at that moment.

"I pray that Yeming likes you Yanmo, and I promise that I will only like you in the future." Qi Yeming no longer was stingy, he looked into Yanmo's eyes and made his promise.

"You only like me?" Yan Mo murmured, as if repeating and questioning.

"Well, I only like you." Staring at the person below him, Qi Yeming repeated it over and over again. He didn't know when his heart was filled with a person named Yan Mo. At first, he was curious. His mystery, later found him interesting, he didn't care about himself but made himself care about him, gradually his every frown, smile and every action began to involve his mind, his disappearance would make him worry, his persistence made him helpless, he His injury made him angry, his happiness made him happy, his being close to others made him jealous, and his distrust made him sad.

"Then what about those people in your backyard? What about Qingwen?" For Qi Yeming's male servants, Yan Mo has a deep heart. In the face of love, everyone is blind and domineering, and Yan Mo is no exception. , he is even more selfish, he doesn't want anyone to share with him, he doesn't want to see Qi Yeming embrace other men, Qi Yeming can only be his own, even if he hurts other people, he doesn't care.

"I will find time to send those people away." Qi Yeming originally didn't plan to tell Yan Mo so early, he still has some things to do

The situation was not handled well, but seeing Yan Mo ignoring him today, the old man dared to stalk his princess, he couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't go to see him every day, didn't kiss him every day, go to his plan, go to him The clues are nothing compared to Mo'er!

"Does Qingwen have any clues that you need?" After Qi Yeming said that he would send the person away, Yan Mo opened the mind-to-heart communication that he had shielded, and Qi Yeming never broke it, so just now Qi Yeming thought about it. Yan Mo already knew what he wanted, and Yan Mo's heart was sweetened.

"Do you still remember the assassination you encountered on the street?" Now that the decision has been made, Qi Yeming doesn't intend to hide it anymore.

"Well, could it be Qingwen?" Yan Mo nodded. The assassination was very dangerous, and he would naturally not forget it. When Qi Yeming mentioned it at this time, Yan Mo had to think of Qingwen.

"Yes, most of the people in my backyard were sent by others. There are only two purposes for sending them. Qingwen was sent by a small country. I thought he was just an ordinary eyeliner. Your assassination let me find out that he is actually the deputy master of the dark pavilion." The power of the dark pavilion is in the hands of three people, the master An, the deputy masters Hun You and Qianmian. No one in the pavilion master knows who the pavilion master is, and basically only the ghost of the deputy pavilion master shows up to the outside world. As for Qianmian, no one knows his true face, because he is Qianmian.

Qi Yeming has always known that those people in his backyard are not all loyal, but he doesn't care what the purpose of these people is, anyway, it's just his own pastime, and he can help him deliver the message he wants to deliver when necessary Why not do it?

Hearing this, Yan Mo frowned. He didn't expect that Qing Wen, who seemed soft and weak, would be one of the deputy masters of the Dark Pavilion, a well-known killer organization in the cultivation world. Then why is he lurking beside Ming?It can't be just because you like Qi Yeming, right?

"When I was going to kill him, I discovered that he has more than this identity, he is also a member of the Poison Master Organization." Thinking of the Poison Master Organization, Qi Yeming narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, with a fierce look in his eyes. It happened in a flash, so he planned to start from Qingwen, follow the clues, and set out the nest of the Poison Master Organization.

"So you went to him in those few days just to gather news?" Yan Mo still cared a little.

"Well, but I didn't touch him." Qi Yeming hurriedly explained that he didn't have this awareness at first, and he didn't care whether to touch or not, but when he kissed Qingwen, his mind was full of Yan Mo's youthful kiss , a jerky response, he simply couldn't do a fake show for real, and in the end he didn't go any further.

Seeing that Yan Mo was relaxed because of his words, Qi Yeming was very glad that he didn't touch Qingwen again.

"Get up, you're dead!" During the conversation, Qi Yeming had already let go of Yan Mo's hands, and when he heard that he wanted to hear it, Yan Mo realized that the two were still in this position, pushing Qi Yeming's hand with both hands. Chest, let him get off his body.

"The king guards himself like a jade for the princess, shouldn't the princess reward the king?" Putting aside those annoying things, Qi Yeming rubbed against Yan Mo's body, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boom!" Yan Mo was a little funny, and took the initiative to kiss Qi Yeming's lips as a reward. Thinking that Qi Yeming will have a big tongue tomorrow, Yan Mo's mood is even better.

Of course Qi Yeming couldn't satisfy Qi Yeming with a little taste. He held Yan Mo's head and kissed him deeply, domineering and fierce, crazy and obsessed.

Yan Mo put his hands around Qi Yeming's neck, and indulged in the kiss between the two. From domineering to gentle, from crazy to lingering, after the kiss, Yan Mo's whole body seemed to be massaged by an electric current. Limp down.

"Enough...enough." Maintaining the last trace of reason, Yan Mo slightly pushed Qi Yeming away from him.

"The princess is so perfunctory?" Licking off the silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth, Qi Yeming's eyes were burning, and he moved his lower body to express his dissatisfaction.

"Don't go too far!" Sensing something on his lap, Yan Mo glared at Qi Yeming, his cheeks were reddish, his eyebrows were like silk, and the two of them were now up and down, with all parts of their bodies sticking tightly together, Yan Mo Mo felt that the place where he and Qi Yeming were attached could catch fire!

As a man, he is most loyal to his own desires. Yan Mo naturally thought about why he had been intimate with Qi Yeming for such a long time, but his poisonous body is only at the first stage, so he can't be intimate at all. Your happiness ruins a lifetime of sex!

Stared at by his concubine's watery eyes, Qi Yeming felt that the patience he was most proud of had become vulnerable.

"Get down quickly! It's really not good now." Seeing the more intense lust in Qi Yeming's eyes, Yan Mo wanted to cry without tears, and he endured so hard, as if throwing his prince down one after another.

"Mo'er feels bad, help me." Qi Yeming's voice was hoarse, with a trace of painful patience in his sexiness, he rubbed against Yan Mo, as if he was acting like a baby.

Sensing Qi Yeming's discomfort, Yan Mo hesitated a little. Seeing the pleading in Qi Yeming's eyes, his heart suddenly softened, and he said with some difficulty: "Either...or...I use my hands?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Mo's entire face turned red with embarrassment, like a cooked shrimp, and he lowered his eyes so as not to look at Qi Yeming's eyes, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, would this be embarrassing?

Qi Yeming didn't answer Yan Mo, but brought Yan Mo's hand to him.

The sun is shining outside, and the atmosphere inside the house is strong, but Wang Tian and Wang Zhong, who were forgotten by Yan Mo, are rushing to the palace, and they have lost their master!