Dressed as a male protagonist

Sometimes the sound of the flute clanged and scattered, as if a heavy cavalry was approaching head-on, and sometimes it was like an endless sea, with waves rising on the flat ground, pressing down on Lu Wuchen majesticly.

The dark air was forced to retreat steadily, and Lu Wuchen was also bent over.

Half an hour later, amidst the strong wind and undead spirits, Lu Wuchen fell to his knees unbearably, his fingers firmly pressed into the ground.

Wei Ling sighed in his heart, and the flute sound turned into a long and soft sound, and integrated his comfort into the flute sound to the protagonist.

After a short while, Lu Wuchen fell on his back to the ground, covering his face with the back of his hands.

Although the surrounding darkness has not dissipated, Wei Ling has already been able to roughly see the protagonist's situation clearly.Now he saw that he was covering his face with his hands, and his expression was not right, so he wanted to take the next two steps to check the situation, but suddenly saw a tear slipping into the protagonist's hair.

Wei Ling paused, feeling complicated.After a while, he said, "Get up."

Lu Wuchen trembled imperceptibly.

Wei Ling said: "Even if you want to die, wait until you get out."

After all, he is the person who has been tired of being by his side since he came to this world. Even if he has dirty thoughts about him, he can't really let him go.

Wei Ling thought to himself, let's make a break after going out.

Lu Wuchen removed the back of his hand and sat up with his hands on the ground.

He lowered his head so that Wei Ling could not see his expression clearly.

"You adjust your breath first, and try to see if you can suppress the anger with your own cultivation." Wei Ling frowned and looked at the protagonist with a little worry, and finally chose a tree root a little far away from the protagonist sit down.

Lu Wuchen bent one leg, pressed his arm on it, and held his forehead, as if in pain.

Forbidden demons are monsters that gather countless evil spirits and hostility, which can infinitely magnify people's desires.And now that Lu Wuchen hastily devoured the forbidden demon, what he must bear is the desire that grows exponentially.

Wei Ling looked coldly at the struggling protagonist.

If the protagonist's desire is not his, he can help him suppress it with the song of no worries.but now……

His approach and help may intensify the protagonist's obsession even more.

Let him be on his own.

Wei Ling placed a spiritual barrier in front of him. This barrier can prevent people outside from seeing the people inside, but people inside can see everything outside clearly.

He didn't want to affect Lu Wuchen.

The surrounding wind gradually calmed down, and the fallen leaves that had accumulated all over the ground were occasionally lifted by a corner, but they could not fly again after all.

Lu Wuchen's eyes hidden in the darkness were frighteningly bright, and his normally restrained power burst out unscrupulously, and the invisible pressure rushed towards Wei Ling through the spiritual barrier.

Suddenly, Wei Ling discovered that the young man he picked up was already at the late Jindan stage.

Even... will break through.

It took less than 20 days from being seriously injured by the ancestor of Tiansha to being pulled into the illusion of the wonderful sound bell.

Wei Ling was in a delicate mood. Sure enough, this was the protagonist's luck against the weather. Not to mention narrow escapes, he was able to advance to the next level in adversity.

There was a long and dull bell, which lasted for a long time and echoed in the mountains and forests, causing Lu Wuchen to tremble slightly in shock.

The "Shenshen Bell" in Tongxian Peak is the most refreshing and alert.

However, when the "Spirit Awakening Bell" rang, it meant that it was already the time of the next day.

When the sun rises at Mao time, the first light on the horizon is very helpful to those who practice, so the disciples of Wanzongmen in the past dynasties practice, they all get up at a fixed time of Mao time.

The darkest hour is before dawn.Wei Ling's vision was covered by a dark curtain, and for some reason, he suddenly felt absurd that the day would never light up again.

There was a rustling sound next to his ear, Wei Ling got out of the sheath, and stabbed in that direction instantly.

No stab.

Wei Ling became vigilant, and added another layer to his spiritual barrier.

At this moment, soft whispers suddenly sounded nearby, as if they were within three feet of Wei Ling.

"Senior brother Lin, I heard that something big happened to Lingyin Cave yesterday. It seems that our head was also injured?"

A slightly deeper voice said: "Well, the spy is being caught, and there is quite a commotion. But fortunately, the spy has been caught, otherwise I don't know what will happen next."

The young voice said: "Hearing what you said, I always feel that there should be something hidden in this matter."

The deep voice said with a smile: "You are an outer disciple, and you still want to know the secrets of the inner sect?"

The young voice immediately expressed dissatisfaction: "Aren't the meals you eat all made by our outer disciples? Since you look down on our outer disciples so much, then I'll push them back!"

"Don't, Brother Yun. Brother, isn't this just a joke with you?"

The young voice said: "What are you kidding, you clearly look down on us! Besides, isn't it just to catch a spy, everyone caught it and kept hiding it, thinking I want to know!"

That deep voice apologized with a smile: "Okay, brother, whatever you say is what you say, brother, I will compensate you. Tonight, brother will give you lotus incense as an apology, don't be angry, don't be angry."

The young voice said: "You bastard, what does Furongxiang do, you think I don't know!"

Shen Hou said: "Hey, junior brother, of course you know..."

At this point in the conversation, Wei Ling was already stunned.

But what shocked him even more was still behind... He actually heard the faint sound of tongue/intercourse/entanglement, with a low tone of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" !

Although he couldn't see the appearance of these two disciples, the voice was definitely a man's! ! !

After Wei Ling was shocked, he stood up suddenly, but before he could take a step, he was instantly thrown down by a figure.

"Hmm... get off!" Wei Ling reached out to get Li Xing while avoiding the other party's kiss, but before he even touched the hilt, the other party grabbed his wrist and pressed it hard to the top of his head.

The fiery lips pressed up again, and this time the protagonist cleverly clasped the back of his head with his hands, making him unable to resist.

"Bastard..." Wei Ling wanted to clenched his teeth, but before he could close them, the opponent's lips and tongue occupied his territory.

The dexterous tongue was licking/crushing wantonly in his mouth as if entering no one's territory, and the heavy breath hit his face, as if to scald him, causing the temperature of his body to rise uncontrollably.

But his sanity is still there.

Taking advantage of the moment when the protagonist's movements softened, Wei Ling bit down hard...

Both bodies froze suddenly.

The corners of Wei Ling's usually cold eyes suddenly turned red, and his breathing became irregular.

He didn't expect to bite himself - although the main character's tongue must have hurt more than he did.

In the darkness, Wei Ling noticed that the protagonist straightened up and was looking at him silently.

While taking in a light breath, Wei Ling controlled his physical tears, and quietly circulated his spiritual power, intending to blast the protagonist down in one fell swoop.

In Wei Ling's concept, his vision is covered by darkness, so the protagonist must be no exception.

But what happened next gave Wei Ling a slap in the face. Not only was the slap loud and heavy, it made him dizzy and he even forgot to react correctly.

——Lu Wuchen tore his clothes.

With incomparable precision, he tore his clothes.

The slightly cool air touched the cool and slippery skin, which instantly gave Wei Ling goosebumps.

There was something hot and humid covering it, which happened to land on a spot on his chest, and Wei Ling trembled.

"Bastard! Stop...!!!" Wei Ling whimpered, swallowing the groan/groan that was about to come out.

A strange feeling crawled up his chest and up his limbs, making Wei Ling, who had never experienced this before, throw off his helmet and armor, and was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to pass out.

The person above is his apprentice, a boy who is several rounds younger than this body!

He, he, he...he is so rebellious!

Thousands of thoughts drifted through Wei Ling's mind from time to time, and sometimes it went blank. In the end, he didn't know what he was thinking, or didn't think of anything?

When he came back to his senses, the clothes on his body were almost stripped, and his hands were bound by something, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

The sense of crisis was so strong that Wei Ling began to struggle with all his might.

It suddenly occurred to him that this pre-dawn darkness lasted too long, it was simply impossible!And he obviously arranged two spiritual barriers around him, why can the protagonist still touch him!

Suddenly, something got into between his legs, and he subconsciously bent his legs and bumped into it, but before he touched the opponent's abdomen, he was grabbed by the vitals.

Wei Ling snorted and raised his body slightly.

At such a seemingly defenseless moment, a sword suddenly pierced hard into Lu Wuchen's chest, piercing through without leaving any room.

The fishy-sweet liquid fell down, hitting Wei Ling's chest without any drop.