East China Sea dust

The morning light was twilight and the mist was light. The glazed beasts on the corners of the Dragon King's Mansion had been washed by the rain and dew all night, and now they were covered with a layer of twilight, making them even more radiant and luxurious.

It was at this time that Zhang Qinglan came out of the Yinshuang Building, and returned to the mansion in three steps.

The drunk-eyed young man's clothes were quite disheveled, most of the coarse cloth strips used to tie his hair were loose, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders in a mess.

Standing in front of an inconspicuous side door, Zhang Qinglan unhurriedly took out a small piece of dark yellow paper from her bosom, half of which was soaked in cinnabar, mottled in red, yellow and yellow.

The beauty with phoenix eyes and thin lips was probably tired from walking, and she didn't dislike the cobweb dust on the old wooden door. She leaned lazily and lit the spell with one hand.

In a short while, the restriction on the side door was wrapped and exhausted by countless strands of red light.

With a soft "squeak", the wooden door opened a gap - he raised his hand to push the door and dodged to close the door and lock it. The young man's movements were smooth and flowing without any hesitation.

Looking down at this time, the restriction on the side door has been restored to its original state.

Stepping on the winding path paved with pearl shellfish, Zhang Qinglan walked towards the small courtyard where she lived, with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In order to celebrate the opening of the branch shop in Yinshuang Building the night before, the proprietress directly dug up the Batan Nuerhong that had been buried under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the building for nearly ten years.Half of the eight altars of old wine had entered his stomach, so it was no wonder that his eyes were full of dizziness at this time, and he was walking staggeringly while holding on to the grape shelf at the gate of the courtyard.

The young man was born with a cool face, with a sharp and thin chin, long and narrow phoenix eyes, a thin lip that was soaked in wine and moistened, his face was flushed with the smell of alcohol, and he looked like a drunkard.

He raised his hand and pulled the door bolt of the inner courtyard room. As soon as he entered the door, a gust of damp, salty water vapor rushed towards the young man.

I saw the Lord Dragon King, who just went to open a porridge shop on the border of Ye City yesterday to help the victims, was sitting in the middle of the front hall with a big horse and a sword, his eyes were gloomy, and he was already holding a ruby ​​with six sides hollowed out in his palm. Before it faded, a pair of emerald green eyes were already hazy, assuming the posture of provoking a teacher.

Seeing this, the young man's forehead twitched, and he stopped in his tracks immediately, and subconsciously tightened his five fingers holding the door frame, neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

After being rushed by the water vapor, Zhang Qinglan realized that the smell of alcohol on her body became particularly obvious, and she raised her eyes to glance at the expression on Lord Dragon King's face at this time... Tsk, something is not good.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the veils are layered.The thin body of the person on the bed was half wrapped in golden silk, and his back was covered with bruises, especially on the butterfly bones, where the ambiguous traces of love were particularly obvious.

Zhang Qinglan was dragged to the bed by Ao Zhan, who was half insane before, and had a hard time tossing about. The whole person was covered with hazy water mist, her thin finger bones tightly clutched the silk quilt, and finally fell asleep due to exhaustion.

It was noon when he woke up again.

The whole body is wrapped in a light sandalwood fragrance, and the bed surface under the body is soft and warm to the touch, which is incomparable to the hard bed board in his shabby room. Cool.

This time, the cloth strip Zhang Qinglan used to bind her hair finally disappeared completely, but there was a red mark on her wrist, the feeling of being restrained by something was particularly obvious.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the young man opened his eyes, only to see that the man next to him woke up earlier than him, sitting on his side with his upper body topless, and his expression returned from violent anger to his usual indifference.

The Lord Dragon King has retracted the dragon horn at this time, and sat on the side leisurely, holding a half-rolled scroll in his hand, the precious blue dragon scales on his forearm have not completely faded, and a small piece of dark color is faintly shining with brilliance.

The image of Ao Zhan licking and kissing on his body flashed before his eyes, Zhang Qinglan's expression moved slightly, he stood up straight with the support of the bed, lowered his head almost docilely, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing this, the man raised his head, threw the broken slip in his hand aside, and then raised his hand, seemingly inadvertently pinching the chin of the beauty kneeling opposite him: "Who allowed you to sleep here?"

The young man's eyes wandered, he glanced to the side, and he answered vaguely: "Ah..."

It was only then that he remembered that the other party seemed to have set some rules for him.One of them is that after serving Lord Dragon King who has temporarily lost his sanity due to spiritual overdraft, he is not allowed to stay in the inner room, let alone share the same bed with the other party, or even roll a bed of ice silk quilts on himself. A corner of the body was left for the man.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan frowned, let go of his hands and said in a cold voice: "Kneel down." Before he finished speaking, the pressure of spiritual power that was too majestic for ordinary people fell down like a hill.

Zhang Qinglan can only be regarded as a half-ordinary mortal cultivator, and naturally he couldn't compete with the Dragon King. After dawdling for a long time, he finally climbed out of the bed in a well-behaved manner, and knelt down on the edge of the bed obediently.

The heat on the cheeks has not faded, and the young man's eyes are still stained with a thin layer of red.

Taking advantage of Ao Zhan's inattention, Zhang Qinglan surreptitiously dragged a cushion and placed it under his knees, with a calm expression and no sign of guilt.

He went to pull the man's hand again, and held it to his face, like a small animal showing weakness, with lowered eyes, occasionally rubbing the other's cold palm.

Both of them were not talkative people, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

Feeling the softness in his palm, Ao Zhan's boundless anger that was surging every time due to the depletion of spiritual energy in his sea of ​​qi finally subsided a little.

The aloof Lord Dragon King settled down, grabbed the wrist of the young man kneeling at his feet with his backhand, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you go to the Silver Frost Tower yesterday?"

"Hey," Zhang Qinglan glanced at the gold silk carvings on the floor tiles, and replied honestly, "Go."

The corner of the man's mouth curled up when he heard the words, and a coolness flashed across his eyes.

Yinshuang Building is the most luxurious restaurant in Ye City. The lady proprietress can be regarded as a legend. It's booming.

As for the outstanding features of this Yinshuang building, apart from the aged food, there is also the wine seller in their family.

Most of the wine sellers in the building are young, beautiful, juicy and green ladies, with small wooden baskets on their waists, inside the baskets are large and small wine cups, and there are always copper coins for a cup of wine. money.

The first floor of the restaurant is the lobby, the second floor is private rooms, the third and fourth floors are no longer open to the public, and most of them are small rooms with locked doors and nephrite jade.Therefore, the purpose of the guests going to the Yinshuang Building became impure, besides being drunk, they could also be intoxicating.

Yesterday, in order to celebrate the opening of the branch store, Yinshuang Building specially invited many literati, refined scholars, businessmen and wealthy people to come to build momentum for the new building. They wrote poems, composed music, drank and had fun, and half of Ye City was bustling.

Zhang Qinglan sneaked in at that time, relying on her little three-legged cat's celestial master's skill, she secretly drank the Sitan Nuerhong treasured by the proprietress, and took advantage of Ao Zhan's disaster relief at the border and couldn't come back for a while, Swaggeringly picked the lock of the back door.

It's a pity that Zhang Qinglan has a lot of calculations. It is impossible to calculate that Ao Zhan will return to the Dragon King's Mansion early because of his spiritual power depletion and loss of control. Zhang Qinglan accidentally lost the blood jade necklace.

Entering the brothel, drinking flowers and wine, staying out all night, breaking the door ban, and losing the necklace that the master rewarded... These small and small mistakes add up, maybe what kind of punishment will be punished by Ao Zhan.

The young man was kneeling upright, and the neckline of the overly wide plain singlet was wide open. The original marks left by Ao Zhan's licking and kissing hadn't disappeared, but now there were new mottled spots.

Ao Zhan raised his hand, his fingertips turned into dragon claws, and lightly brushed across the flesh on the shoulder and neck of the beauty opposite, immediately opened a long and thin wound, from which drops of blood ooze out.

"..."

The young man lowered his head, revealing a piece of smooth and delicate skin on the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, still in the same obedient manner, with a soft and slow voice, yelling out pain.

Lord Dragon King was condescending, and was pleased by the other party's delicate and respectful appearance. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he retracted the dragon claw after a while, scraped off the blood on Zhang Qinglan's wound with human fingers, and wiped it on Zhang Qinglan's wound. on the lower lip of the youth.

"Okay," Ao Zhan stared at the jade square carved from blood jade hanging in the middle of the young man's collarbone, and said coldly, "Take out the things in Chongli."

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head when she heard the words, and took the blood jade with her hands.

There was a flash of red light, and the young man's slender fingers were filled with three moist and plump crabapple fruits in an instant - that was at the Yinshuang Tower the night before, some young lady saw Zhang Qinglan's good-looking, and stuffed it for him at random. His snacks to eat.

Chongli is the name of the blood jade artifact, which contains a half-meter-square mustard seed space, which is not affected by the passage of time, so there are even a few crystal drops of water on those crabapple fruits, which are fresh and fresh. Juicy.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan snorted coldly.

In the next moment, he snatched the crabapple fruit from Zhang Qinglan's hand, crushed it, and stained his hands with juice.Then he pinched the young man's slender neck, and stretched the fingers of the other hand along the gap between his lips, succinctly:

"lick."

The feeling of being restrained by others is not pleasant, but Zhang Qinglan is already very used to holding the man's forearm, tilting her head slightly, lowering her eyes, and seriously licking those crisp, sweet and white flesh.

The ink color in Ao Zhan's pupils flickered, and turned emerald several times, as if he was greatly satisfied by the young man's surrender. Feeling the soft touch of the warm tongue of the other party, he relaxed the strength in his hand, and started to play with it. The other side's tongue.

The skinny young man looked like a dying swan, his graceful and slender neck was held hostage by someone, and within a moment, his cheeks were stained with a suffocating blush.

Seeing that Zhang Qinglan's licking movements became slower and slower, his eyes gradually became blank, and he looked like he was about to suffocate, then Ao Zhan sneered and let go of the hand that was pinching the young man's neck.

Ao Zhan bent down/body, raised his hand to wipe off a small piece of crabapple flesh remaining at the corner of Zhang Qinglan's mouth, put his arms around Zhang Qinglan's waist, picked him up, and put him on his lap, with a gloomy expression: "Not convinced?"

The young man was like a puppet, with almost no movement of resistance, he leaned against the man's chest, his hands were as soft as bones, and gently clung to Ao Zhan's shoulders.

Being bullied so hard, Wen Yan's eyes flickered slightly, but he shook his head and said slowly:

"No."

The author says:

Open a new pit!What I want to write this time is the big devil Gong with poor status + strong desire for control x submissive and tame waste beauty shou ovo who works hard to update every day, please collect and ask for starfish!Chirp!