[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.60 Battle Essence Ball

The speed of pushing the door was very fast, and a gust of wind was blown in the room, blowing the dust into the air and dancing, the two couldn't help covering their mouths and closing their eyes and took a few mouthfuls.After the eyes calmed down, the two of them stared at the scene inside, and couldn't help but stagnate for breath.

Except for a built-in bookcase, the other walls are densely covered with calligraphy and paintings. The protagonist in the paintings is all the same person—a woman dressed in various poses, with delicate features, dignified and generous. mother.

On the large desk and on the ground, there are several layers of calligraphy and paintings scattered, the painting style is beautiful, the characters are elegant, and the person in the painting is still the graceful woman.

Seeing the rice paper in this room, both of them understood what Yan's father was doing after locking himself in the room.

A picture of willows and willows is green, the woman is holding a small round fan under the tree and watching the river, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, the inscription: catkins fly around the river under the eaves / flying all over the sky / more lovesickness at night.

In a deep boudoir in a courtyard, a woman pokes half of her head out from behind a screen, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the inscription: The slanting wind and drizzle last night / The clear dream is unstoppable / Walking in the courtyard with candles / Listening to you giggling and smiling.

A picture of a blue sea of ​​bamboo, a woman passes by the curtain outside the screen window, carrying a bamboo basket, with the inscription: blue waves in the lotus pond / listen to it by the window / there seems to be a pipa whispering / the tulle willow waist is hidden / the outstanding man is ashamed to carry wine Come / vermilion lips lightly cover the smile / just get drunk with Qing / care about the current troubles.

A picture of cherry blossoms flying, the woman picked up a flower from the ground and pinned it on her temples, shy and shy, with the inscription: Ink-dyed pink cherry blossoms fall with the wind/Who will I tell you about lovesickness/I love you for a lifetime and pay for it/Three lives are destined for shallow hearts and magic demons.

In a picture of the deep sea, the figure of a woman turns into clouds and smoke, smiling slightly and looking at a small boat on the water, with the inscription: Floating a flat boat / Life is ups and downs / There is no end in all directions.

A picture of moonlight sinking to the west, a woman is pouring wine by the desk, her fingers are like jade green onions, and the inscription: drink a thousand cups of wine for you / I have a blank head again / lovesickness makes people grow old since ancient times / if dreams do not come true / Zhu Yan dissipates overnight in autumn.

A picture of decaying vegetation, the woman stands at the end of the winding mountain road, with a yellow neck, and the inscription: The shape is lost in the desolate land/Leave me alone/In this lonely world/Your heart/How heartless.

A window is bright and clean, a woman is sitting in front of a bronze mirror, holding a wooden comb, and the inscription: Facing the mirror in a bun/The slanting wind messes with the green silk/A hairpin head dances with a phoenix/The lovesickness in the world.

Seeing this, Yan Che's tears flowed down the ground, and An Rongyu couldn't help but have red eyes.What kind of love does this have to make hundreds of such affectionate calligraphy and paintings.

An Ronghe hugged Yan Che, walked along his back, held his face in his arms, and kissed away all the tears from the corners of his eyes.He thought of those words Yan Che said that night, and that thick notebook full of love words.

Yan Che, like his father, was an extremely affectionate person, so one died of depression after losing the love of his life; the other was worried about gain and loss before expressing his heart.

Feeling Yan Che's slight trembling in his arms, An Rong and his heart ached so badly, she just wanted to give her this person, this heart, and the rest of her life to him.An Rongyu thought he was just a stupid bastard, and seeing Yan Che let him hug him tightly with his hands down, crying like pear blossoms with rain, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to follow the thoughts that drifted through his heart. He Ailian murmured softly: "Brother, I don't know if I will betray the Tathagata, but I will definitely not betray you. I... I won't make any promises, as long as you don't dislike me, I will always be with you... ...I will exercise well and try not to get sick...I will take care of you..."

"Let's go!" Yan Che broke free from An Rongyu's tight arms, wiped away tears with the back of his hand, took An Rongyu's hand and walked out, and motioned him to pick up another bundle of books on the dining table .

There is a courier downstairs. A dozen or so books are heavy, and the postage costs hundreds of dollars.An Rongyu glanced at them, most of them were ancient documents, and the "Book of Songs" among them was almost torn apart.After handling the package, Yan Che dragged him and rushed towards the hotel. Fortunately, the hotel was just outside an intersection, very close, and the four long legs hurried to catch up. After 10 minutes, he got on the elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, Yan Che walked faster, causing a gust of wind beside the two of them, his expression was serious, but his cheeks were a little flushed.Before, An Rongyu was embarrassed to ask when he saw many people outside, but now seeing him like this, he felt a little nervous in his heart, fearing that he would be immersed in the grief of his parents' deep affection but shallow relationship, which would only increase his troubles.

After Yan Che swiftly opened the door, An Rongyu asked nervously, "Brother, are you okay..." Before he could finish speaking, Yan Che turned around and blocked his mouth.Although Yan Che also took the initiative to kiss him that day during the carnival in the dark, but now this kiss was a bit too fierce, like a raging tornado, sweeping his hot lips and tongue.

Yan Che was a little shorter, but he pressed An Rongyu against the door with all his might, and pushed down the back of his head with his hand, his fleshy petal lips sucked An Rongyu's lower lip, and the tip of his tongue swept across He straightened his upper molars, and poked his throat again.Neither of them closed their eyes, they looked at each other softly, with twinkling starlight in their eyes, they almost wanted to knead each other and themselves into one body with their eyes, never to be separated.

The sound of breathing became more and more heavy, the lips and tongue were entangled fiercely, each was greedy for the warmth of the other, like two beasts, biting and sucking lightly on the lips.An Rongyu also joined the battle immediately, and the two kept changing their attacking postures, clumsily circling around the room, and within a few steps, they turned to the bedside like a waltz.An Rong and happened to have his back facing the neatly made big bed, Yan Che jumped on him and fell on the bed.

Yan Che straddled An Rong and his waist, put his hands on both sides of his flushed head, and leaned over to kiss.In a panic, he accidentally pressed the remote control aside, and an unknown fairy tale drama was playing on the 40-inch LCD screen.

In a large sea of ​​blooming lavender flowers, a stern-looking man in brocade robe holds a sword in his right hand, and another elegant and handsome man in white clothes holds a fan in his right hand.

When the eyes of the two met, the man in the brocade robe stabbed out with a sword first. It was a sword with undercurrents of psychic energy. The blade was so sharp that it almost split the air.But the white-clothed man just dodged sideways, and in the next second he smiled and turned into a gorgeous colorful butterfly. It stood still on the slender neck of the brocade-robed man, then circled around, and finally perched on the man's slightly parted lips.

I don't know if the colorful butterfly is poisonous or not, and a small rash appeared everywhere it passed. The swordsman's wheat-colored skin was actually covered with red marks of various sizes.After a while, the man's thin lips were slightly swollen, and for a while, there was nothing he could do about that naughty butterfly.

The man put away the long sword and threw it aside, his brows were slightly frowned, his breath was heavy, and he stared blankly at the void.During the random resistance just now, the clothes became messy, most of the light and dark burqa slipped off, and he simply took it off and threw it on the purple flower field. The waistline and tight long legs were wrapped up, exuding the hormonal aura unique to adult men.

The butterfly was about to attack again, its wings were as sharp as a blade, it flew several times, for some unknown reason, it carefully avoided all the places that would hurt the man, as if it was looking for the hidden treasure in the man's clothes.After a while, the well-made inner garment was also cut into pieces.

Most of the man's chest was exposed, and his skin color was like the wheat color on his neck. Beads of sweat flowed down the muscle lines, shining beautifully in the sun.The slender butterfly feet left red marks on the flawless body again, finally angering the cold-faced swordsman.He couldn't see where Cai Die was at this time, so he could only shout angrily at the surroundings: "You monster, what are you trying to do?"

The fluttering colorful butterflies suddenly scattered into a wisp of white smoke, and the facial features when they had just transformed into human form were clearly visible, and he smiled and said: "My dear brother, you really asked the question knowingly. I am a monster, what I want, or can What you want, of course, is only the positive heart in your dantian."

The man frowned even more tightly, and stretched out his hand to catch the misty mist, but failed, so he murmured, "Fantasy!" An invisible cage appeared, instantly locking that wisp of smoke!

The hazy gauze-like mist gradually gathered, transforming into the appearance before the fight just now, but the flowing white robe was also tattered and shapeless at this time, revealing the white skin like creamy jade inside.Two big hands appeared in the cage, respectively imprisoning the humanoid's arms. After realizing that he couldn't move, the man in white said shamefully and angrily: "Prison Immortal Cable? Hmph, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure."

The swordsman sneered mercilessly, and casually tore off the tattered cloth robe on his upper body, then flipped his right hand, using psionic energy to conjure a cylindrical soft object. The size of a stick, held by this sword-browed and star-eyed man, is very frightening.

Now the man in white was completely stunned, and said in disbelief, "You... With your 18-year-old cultivation base, you can actually cultivate such a large spiritual root?"

The swordsman pursed his lips and chuckled, put his head closer, and said coldly: "It's all thanks to you, my good brother. For the past three years, I have been thinking about how to defeat you every day and night." After that, he Stretching out his long hand, he sent the lustrous spiritual root into the immortal cable, leaving some transparent liquid where it touched the man in white, as if it could rot away the skin and bones.

The immobile white-clothed man frowned, bit his plump lower lip, and moaned in pain, but the spirit root didn't stop for half a second, attacking him wantonly with the force of a gust of wind.

At first, the brocade-robed swordsman didn't seem to be able to fully control the newly born spiritual root. The first attack was obviously chaotic, and it also caused his own spiritual energy to be unbalanced, and a mouthful of white spiritual liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that his body was no longer suffering from pain, the man in white gave a wicked smile, and sneered: "I think it's the first time you've used the spirit root, and you don't know how to control it, just for a moment, but you can't kill me... um..."

The swordsman frowned, wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and began to attack the man in white who couldn't move and could only speak majesticly.Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he actually comprehended the manipulation method of the spirit root on his own, and the man who stabbed him gritted his teeth, feeling miserable.

Such madness tormented him for half an hour. When the swordsman was exhausted from controlling his spirit roots and began to pant, the man in white had lost consciousness, with tears in his eyes and some saliva overflowing from the corners of his mouth. Begging for mercy, he even spoke inarticulately: "No...it's impossible...it's obviously the first time...how can you control the spirit root for so long..."

This spiritual root seems to have a special attack effect on the body of the monster race. When the swordsman is unable to drive the spiritual root anymore, the white-skinned man seems to have been torn apart, and his whole body is weak. If there are no two transparent big hands Then, I am afraid that it has already fallen to the ground and turned into a pile of soft mud.In the end, he spit out a lot of white turbid liquid intermittently, and now he really lost the strength to fight, and murmured: "You... have practiced the magic bone transformation..."

Exhausted, the swordsman knelt down on one knee, and some white liquid oozed from the place where the butterfly stung just now, as if he was detoxifying.The thick and long spiritual roots also lacked the injection of spiritual power, and began to gradually return to their original shape.After spitting out another large mouthful of psychic liquid, he sneered and said, "Brother, I won." Immediately, even the psychic power to control the prisoner Xiansuo was exhausted, and the big hand clasping the man in white disappeared without a trace in an instant. Both of them lay limp in the flower field, panting heavily.

At the end of one episode, commercials appeared on the screen, and the men who were rolling on the big bed were both released, lying on the bed panting.The whole room was as if it had just been fought, clothes and pants were thrown on the floor randomly, a large part of the bed sheet was ripped out, half of the quilt fell on the carpet, the bedside lamp cover was missing, and the sofa chair was sprawled all over the place. The hotel feedback book fell into the crevice behind the desk.

An Rongyu turned his head to look at Yan Che, his face was flushed with a good-looking blush, but his expression seemed to be in pain, and he let out a muffled grunt.After regaining his sanity, An Rongyu recalled the beast-like rage just now, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "Brother, does it still hurt?"

Yan Che's lips were also swollen, and he murmured, "It hurts... um, so it hurts so..."

An Rongyu turned around and hugged him, his movements were extremely gentle, fearing that his bones would fall apart, he said softly, "Brother, I'm sorry...it's all my fault, I couldn't control it just now..."

Yan Che let out a soft laugh, raised his chin and kissed the same swollen lips: "Idiot, there's no right or wrong in this kind of thing. You...you and I can just enjoy it."

An Ronghe's heart was moved, she wanted to hug him tightly, but she was afraid of hurting him again, so she could only kiss his face lightly, wishing she could grow old like this forever.

After lying down for more than ten minutes, the commercial ended, An Ronghe picked up Yan Che and went to the bathroom to wash.After this fierce battle, the stomachs of both of them rang loudly.Yan Che tried his best, and wanted to go downstairs to buy some late-night snacks, but he couldn't do what he wanted, his body was so weak, his legs were shaking like chaff, and he couldn't get out of bed to walk at all.

An Rongyu smirked and carried him back to the bed. The air conditioner in the hotel seemed to cost nothing, making him shiver.Gently wrapping Yan Che in a quilt, An Rongyu turned around and left the room.

Yan Che wanted to eat fried rice noodles and cold noodles, and the shop was not far from the hotel, and he could walk there in 5 minutes.An Rong walked over quickly and familiarly, and ordered an extra stewed tofu and a plate of sauced beef.

The boss chatted with him in Mandarin with a strong dialect accent, saying that he remembered him and another good-looking boy, and asked why the other party didn't come together.An Rongyu blushed suddenly, so he could only say that he was not feeling well.

Afterwards, the boss asked where An Rongyu was from, and said that the local village was remote and remote. Although it was an old town with hundreds of years old, there were not many people who came to visit.An Rong and being idle are also idle, plus they have just embraced a beautiful woman, and they are as beautiful as a dahlia in their hearts, so they answer every question they have with the kind boss, and they chat happily.After chatting for ten minutes, An Rongyu paid the money, thanked the boss, and turned back to the hotel.

On the road, thinking of Yunmeng's idleness in that hour just now, he immediately felt flushed and dry mouth. The whole process was dreamy and blurred, and his mind was buzzing, only what Yan Che said viciously in a gentle voice was washed away. That sentence: "If you dare to leave me, I will break your hands and legs and lock you up."

The author has something to say:

Hey hey hey!Add chicken drumsticks to the spring scenery of good gay friends!I hope you can understand it!

But I still quietly wrote a normal version, hehehehehe, it's a pity that jj won't let it go!

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