When Jiang Ziliu woke up, he was still leaning against the other's embrace.

The carriage was moving, the raindrops murmured, and the sound was erratic.

The little devil hugged him tightly, putting his hand on his waist, his palm against the delicate and cool skin, which matched with the mottled traces.

Jiang Zheliu hadn't woken up yet, he was in pain all over his body, but he was so sleepy because of the other person's breath that he could ignore this tiredness.

After a while, just when Wen Renye thought he fell asleep again, Jiang Zheliu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the person beside him.

There was a shallow circle of teeth marks on his phalanx, and he pulled Wen Renye's claws and pressed them onto his lower abdomen, firmly sticking to the texture of his abdomen.

Wen Ren felt uneasy for a moment, hugged Jiang Zheliu and kissed his forehead, rubbing it and saying, "What's wrong?"

The other party didn't speak at first, and was silent for a while before saying lazily and hoarsely, "It hurts."

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was that it was the existence of a cub, and the Dao body was damaged only by absorbing the little spiritual power stored in the Dao Companion.

"It hit too deep." Jiang Zheliu said concisely and buried himself beside his shoulder, "The knot is stuck in half, it's worn out, and it hurts from here down."

Wen Renye's eyes were stunned, and he said embarrassedly: "The guidance in the secret manual of double cultivation is wrong, I didn't expect that it is only for the same race. According to the structure of the demon race, the female devil's palace cavity is serrated... "

Jiang Zheliu took a breath and questioned the low inquiry: "Sawtooth?"

"Yeah." The little devil answered sincerely.

Demons do not have the custom of marrying men and women, and marriage is determined by combat power. Therefore, the internal structure of demon women will not lose to men, and even because they are the ones who are pregnant, they will be even more brutal.

After Wen Renye finished explaining, Jiang Zheliu subconsciously made up for their mating process, thinking of Gongyiyan wearing a white eagle mask, inexplicably felt a little respect.

But their serrations, in the final analysis, are also for the success rate of conception and to reduce the intrusion of inferior men. This is the choice of the evolution of all things.

The secret code of double cultivation is aimed at the same race, so there is a little violation of this kind of love with random races, gender freedom, and contradictory positions.

This violation is not too small. Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and thought.

Wen Renye's technology has indeed improved, but due to errors in textbooks and lack of experience, he was still stuck in the middle, unable to get up, unable to pull out, and the hard knot wrapped by soft tissue stuck in it, and it kept grinding and grinding. , cannot move.

At that time, Jiang Zheliu was sitting on his waist, bowing his head and kissing him slowly. Originally, his physical strength and condition were good, and he was going to compete with the little devil to see if he had a chance to suppress Lord Devil. As soon as this thought came to mind, the soft tissue outside the node was violently ground to a strange place, and the waist was drained suddenly, and it softened all of a sudden.

He was overly sensitive, and it seemed to intensify after he pushed the egg.

Even the slightest change in Jiang Zheliu could not escape the opponent's field of vision. Wen Renye immediately knew where he was touched, and his emotions became more and more excited in an instant. winding on.

The bone spurs hurt a little, but it wasn't severe, it was a kind of flattering dawdling.

Jiang Zheliu originally thought that this was just a small setback in front of him. Just as he was about to regain his strength, he was scratched heavily again. This time, he lay directly in his arms, and his shoulders were shaking.

...what, come here now.

He was a little unwilling, but the rhythm inevitably entered Wen Renye's control. The little devil finally couldn't bear it anymore. He showed his fangs, licked the tips of his teeth, hooked Jiang Ziliu's waist and hugged him up. hug.

Then came the crime scene of the scene just now - the soft tissue was overflowing with moist water, and under a lot of lubrication, it was forcibly pushed in by half an inch, and it was crushing...

Jiang Zheliu suddenly lost his strength, but he really refused to accept it. He wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck and did not let go. He lowered his head and bit Wen Renye's shoulder.

His teeth are neat and clean, not lethal, coupled with the physical talent of the demon race, he bites down hard, not even the skin is broken.

Wen Renye even felt that the other party was teasing him.

So, under the wrong book guidance and wrong cognitive bias, he accidentally made the other party cry again, and he didn't react to the other party's withdrawal, which made Xiao Liushu cry out of breath, and his eyes were full of tears. It was red, and the lips were bit torn and swollen.

...really, big! Have! Enter! step! what!

Jiang Ziliu's physiological tears are very beautiful. Sometimes he doesn't realize that he is crying, but the tears spontaneously relieve his body after being treated harshly. It is a way of self-protection. Sometimes it hurts, but more often It was... he couldn't reach the peak of satisfaction, he was pressed down by the little devil, grinding him little by little.

Like a boiled eagle, it stopped and stopped again and again, was completely usurped the initiative, out of control, out of control, out of control repeatedly, but when it was about to rush out of control and reached the limit of madness, it was severely suppressed and suspended. The tide rose to a high point and slid abruptly.

Don't be happy.

Wen Renye seems to feel that letting him release too many times will hurt his body, so he is consciously controlling this. Jiang Zheliu wanted to complain for a long time, but every time he was a little dizzy, he was attracted by other more excessive things, so he never had a chance to tell him.

For example, this time, his attention was attracted by the knot stuck in it, and he was so annoyed that he silently held revenge.

The location was too deep to be cleaned up. Although the Heavenly Spirit Body could be absorbed, it sounded too much like foraging. Jiang Zheliu, as a well-known and well-known way of old-fashioned rules, was not particularly able to accept such a method of supplementing.

Wen Renye knew that he was wrong, and said with a correct attitude of admitting his mistake: "Does it hurt, then I will rub it for you."

His palm moved down, unavoidably sliding on the naked skin of the other party. After moving only two inches, he suddenly remembered some ecstasy and soft touch. He didn't know what it was like for other people of the same race to be scraped by the saw teeth, but his Dao Companion was really too soft, and everything was too soft, as if he probed his fingers deeply, he could slam into it and overflowed. Slightly cold water traces, turned out full. As if crushing a juicy fruit, the juice slid down the wrist, itching and a faint fragrance.

Hopefully the juice he's thinking of isn't describing anything else.

Wen Renye's Adam's apple moved slightly, and suddenly he forgave his youthful and clumsy skills, giving him an excuse to be rampant and wanton.

Jiang Ziliu's age, experience, and personality can tolerate him infinitely.

He kneaded a little wrongly.

Jiang Zheliu noticed this, he reached out and tapped the opponent's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Move back."

The little devil obediently moved back, pretending to be a docile big dog, bowing his head and kissing him, his movements were light, but very sticky.

"Where else does it hurt?" Wen Renye touched his lips, "Let me see."

It's hard to show him where it hurts, and it's easy to turn a loyal dog into a terrifying little devil.

Jiang Zheliu knew this very well. He didn't lift his eyelids or respond to the other party. He just leaned against him sleepily, as if he was going to fall asleep again soon.

Wen Renye's restlessness slowly calmed down, and he stared at him from the side. After about half an hour, Jiang Zheliu frowned suddenly and made a small hiss.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "It still hurts?"

The little devil's sense of guilt surged up exponentially, but he has been taught many times without changing, already knowing that he is a virtue that can't be dragged back by his desires, and he honestly stretched out his hand to rub his lower abdomen.

"...No." Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly, raised his eyes and stretched out his hand, Wen Renye handed him a cup of tea tacitly.

The tea moistened his throat and suppressed the slight burning pain.

"It feels strange." Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, "He seems to be angry."

"…Who?"

Jiang Zheliu glanced down at the back of his hand, and Wen Renye's gaze moved down, and stopped on Xiao Liushu's abdomen.

There is a gestational sac within the celestial spirit body, which is usually folded and contracted into a membrane, and an additional chord extends from under the membrane and into the intestinal wall. After the birth of life, the place does not start to grow, changing with the size of the cub - so it is said in the book.

The special smell and heat of this physique are also due to the addition of an extra gland and an extra biological instinct, and the structure of Jiang Zheliu's organs is also different from ordinary people, so as long as you follow it carefully and without any leakage If you go through the context once, you can "see with your own eyes" the difference between this special constitution and ordinary people in general.

The gazes of the two stopped here, Wen Renye stared at his stomach, and said plausibly: "Why is he unhappy, and he is not his Taoist companion, what does it have to do with him?"

Jiang Zheliu nodded, but said, "It does matter."

Wen Renye: "...?"

"Don't people feel shocked?" Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly, but it was more powerful than the serious questioning.

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment and wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this actually made some sense.

"I feel shocked."

Wen Renye: "…"

Lord Mozun disagreed, he felt that the other party should feel comfortable.

He thought so, but he didn't dare to say it. He humbly introduced a trace of demonic energy, preparing to negotiate a confrontation with the cub in the other's stomach, and possibly quarrel if necessary... No, be reasonable.

But the cub didn't care about his breath at all, but circled around Jiang Ziliu's body, moving around by himself, as if he was serious about hugging.

Wen Renye's demonic energy was right next to him, so he could naturally feel the little brat beeping. He frowned and said coldly, "I won't hug you."

Jiang Zheliu: "...?"

"He only likes me." The little devil's tone was heavier than the last. "It's because he likes me that you can appear. You have to distinguish the primary and secondary relationships."

Jiang Zheliu: "...what..."

"He won't hug you in the future." The other party gritted his fangs, and the color of your purple eyes changed slightly, "He will only hug me in his life, you are just an incidental, a little self-knowledge, as a lovely gift. "

The last sentence is okay.

Just when Jiang Ziliu thought so, he heard the little devil add half a sentence maliciously: "Gift."

Jiang Zheliu: "...don't say a few words."

Wen Renye looked up at him, his aggressive eyes softened at once, and he was so obedient, he leaned over and kissed him and said, "What's wrong? I just scare him so that he won't get excited anymore."

Jiang Zheliu ducked back, avoiding the kiss he was chasing, and said lightly, "No, he's even more angry."

"Will anger be tossing you?" Wen Renye was so angry that he died, "Knock it off!!"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, but didn't speak. He felt a little sick, probably because he was affected by the mood of the little brat, and he was indeed a little uncomfortable.

More than that, the big one made him uncomfortable. The muscles and bones were rubbed and painful, and the waist side was still unable to eat, and it was a little numb.

Wen Renye was dodged and kissed a few times, and insisted on kissing him back, but Jiang Ziliu frowned and kept dodging. He thought it was Jiang Ziliu who was angry because of his words, and was sour towards the cub he had never met. Even more prominent, he leaned in and kissed him again.

Jiang Zheliu held him down, tilted his head and coughed twice, and then he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't spit it out, so he could only cough.

"...Zhe Liu?"

The little devil was stunned, and the whole beast was stunned.

finished...

He vomited the Taoist companion...

Jiang Zheliu patted his chest and suppressed the strange feeling. He turned his head and met his lover's worried and guilty gaze. He buried himself in the little devil's shoulder again, closed his eyes and said, "It's okay."

"Really…"

"I lied to you, can you go to the palace?"

"…"