Open the mechanism, find the volume of Meishu Cheats that was almost burned by himself in the wall sting, and Bai Rong dared to open it. A fascinating fragrance penetrated into the nasal cavity, and into the eyes were all kinds of entangled human figures.

Alas, like when I was a teenager, I was still in this Tibetan scripture hall, still standing in this position, holding the volume of Xing Yu Jing in my hand, and standing alone.

He looked at the pattern on the scroll with red ears and red eyes, and when he lifted his eyes, he bumped into the man's meaningful eyes. Wu Yanfu's eyelashes are half drooping, and her long and narrow eyes are dark and starless, and the corner of her mouth is a fascinating smile: "It really is a little baby. Why, shy?"

He did not dare to look up, grit his teeth, and whispered, "Master, what is this ...?"

"Nature is the most powerful method in the floating slaughter teaching. When you came up the mountain with the teacher, didn't you say that you wanted to become a master of martial arts, and returned to the Western Night Kingdom to run away your father Wang and that Loulan demon Ji, ascended the throne?"

"Um." He nodded, clenching a pair of still young fists.

Wu Yanfu flicked the warp barrel, and the scroll rolled up to his ankle. For a time, the snow-white enchanting body rushed towards the face, in various poses, so that Bai Yan could not avoid it, and his face was red and red.

"Master, Master, I don't want to practice this. When can you teach me great martial arts? I want to be strong and become a king, whoever stops me will kill anyone!" He was very thin-skinned and choked with asham. His slender hand stretched out ahead of time, like a kitten, and squeezed the tip of his burning ear. Bai Yan didn't cry at all. When he was so treated, he really cried and wet his fingers.

Wu Yanfu laughed, and said softly, "It's so unbearable ... Wang Xi is delicate. Otherwise, I'll send you back to the palace?"

As soon as Baijiu stunned, he committed a cricket at the moment and gritted his teeth: "It's no big deal to practice!"

"That's right. I accepted your apprenticeship as a teacher, and you have to teach something useful. You can't kill people unless they are powerful martial arts. You are so fierce and aggressive that you must frustrate your spirit "Wu Yanfu put one hand around his neck, and one hand passed over the scroll, and landed on one of them.

It was a sullen dancer, standing on one's palm with one foot, one hand hooking the other's neck, stretching her waist and leaning forward, which was a flattering gesture.

Wu Yanfu leaned down, lips close to his ears: "This is the first trend you need to practice."

The man's voice was quiet and low, as if the wind was passing through the dense forest, Bai Zhi's ears were crisp, and he blushed, nodded, and peeped at him as he walked to the door with a smile and left.

Gazes passed by that trick, and Bai Zhi's thoughts did not know where to go. In a blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery turned into a dense forest.

Sounds of gurgling came from the depths of the woods, like a Qianlong entering the sea, and the ghosts sang and wept. It sounded like a horrifying soul.

Bai Yan clutched a rabbit-like scurrying heart, poked away the leaves, and approached the figure in front of the ancient well. Behind the man, a tree-headed brahma was driving in full bloom, and he was a silver fox. His shirt is open, his magnificent chest is exposed, and his long hair is scattered casually. With his eyes closed and his cynical expression, he really looks like the **** lying on the cloud and seeing everything as nothing.

"Hey, are you here?" Wu Yan's eyes opened lazily, and her hands kept plucking.

"Yes." Bai Ao walked up to her, kneeling on her knees, smelling a scent of scent of wine, which came from the person in front of him.

His gaze slipped from the man's long neckline to the collarbone, and he dared not look at it, avoiding the thief's guilty conscience.

-Master looks so good. He thought to himself, but the entangled human figures on the scrolls appeared, his cheeks were hot, and his head was almost buried in the fluff on the crotch.

"You say, what about the piano that your father gave you as a teacher?"

Bai Yan looked at it carefully, and saw that the dragon's body was phoenix-shaped, and the whole body was pure white, like jade Ruobing, and there was only a touch of blood on the chord axis, as if made of bone, showing a chill.

Recalling the violent journey of his father and king, he guessed that most of it was made by the thigh bones of showgirl Wu Ji, and she was instantly disgusted, and bluntly said: "It is a jealous treasure and a fierce thing."

"Wonderful, terrific, the evil is right for the wicked ..." Wu Yanfu laughed loudly, pointing at the speeding up of the disease, unhurried, staring at him, "Yes, sir, how's your martial arts practiced? ? "

"Um ... okay, okay." Bai Yan's face burned hot.

"Then let the teacher see if you are stronger than the last time." Wu Yan whispered. "If you can satisfy the teacher, you can travel with you as a teacher."

"Really!" Bai Yan's eyes lit up and he stood up.

"Natural." Wu Yanfu raised his eyelids, narrowed his smile, and opened his thin lips slightly. "Take off your clothes."

"Last time ..."

"The last time was the last time. To practice charm, even the skin had to be taken off and turned into a demon."

"Is the fox demon?" Bai clutched his belt, and hesitated in a hurry.

"You? It's a long way off." Wu Yanfu narrowed his eyes, "more like a kitten demon."

"Go ahead, take it off."

Bai Yan took a deep breath and unfastened the belt, only to feel that Da Xiu was **** peeled off from a layer of animal skin, and he also left with his dignity as Wang Xi.

The inner robe was removed, and the obscene pants were removed.

A ribbon of hair was taken, and a crow ran down, dropping to the ankle.

Wu Yanfu looked at him from the bottom up, his eyes were dark.

"That's right, it's really good. It's a temptation."

"Yes."

Bai Yi hesitated for a moment, and walked behind the man. This is not the first time he has done such a thing. Last time, he was still writhing on Wu Yanfu's body, but he was sweating and ugly, but Wu Yanfu was like a Buddha statue. Not moving.

In addition to shame and humiliation, he also gave birth to an unwilling annoyance.

Holding his breath, he held up the well, drank a few guts, and contained a little bit in his mouth. Then he reached up and held up the man's hairline, such as the "Ming Concubine" on the Vajra statue leaning against his back. The hot, moist tongue hangs on the tip of the wine, licks it from the cold auricles, Dan Tian Yun Xi, murmurs the charming belly language out of his lips: "Yan Fu ... Yan Fu ..."

Wu Yan has no waves, and the sound of the piano is calm, like a sea of ​​quiet night.

Bai Yan knew that he could not retreat, and withdrew, and he had no chance to get the correct martial arts by Wu Yanfu. At the moment, his heart was sloppy, relying on his petite figure, the whole person got into the arms of the other person, and according to the figure of a human figure in the portrait, Cusizi entangled Wu Yanfu.

Wu Yanfu moved his hand to the end of the harp, the tune was raised, and the frustration was frustrated.

Bai Yan lowered his head and did not dare to look at him, but his cold body had already sweated a lot, and the wind trembled with the wind. He instinctively clung to Wu Yanfu's warm chest and heard his heart beat.

Just like the morning bell and twilight drum, it will remain unchanged forever. -Will not change for him.

Even if they are so close, one is a ruthless rock, and the other is an instant flower.

But at that time he didn't know that he was so fond of Wu Yanfu, but Wu Yanfu chose him to be "Ming Concubine". The more he used Meishu to help him cultivate, the deeper he got.

And he is a **** in Wu Yanfu, a useful tool for practicing.

"Master ... how can I be satisfied?" Forgotten to use the belly language, the young boy who had just opened his sinus raised his neck, and his lips touched the smooth, jade-like throat knot of a man. His heart was turbulent and he put it in his mouth.

It wasn't him, but Wu Yanfu, who was strangely moving under him.

The sound of the piano is slightly chaotic, and it is stabilized instantly. Wu Yanfu lowers his head and pinches his chin: "You can seduce a teacher to such a point, your charm is pretty good."

"Really?" Bai Yan raised his head in a blur, facing his deep and deep eyes. There seemed to be a thousand emotions in his eyes, and he seemed to be ruthless, and he trapped himself and offered himself.

He shed tears unconsciously: "Master, what is it like falling in love with someone?"

Wu Yanfu said nothing but answered with the sound of the piano. There was a hint of murder in the sound of the piano.

Bai Yan tearfully licked a tear that flowed to the corner of her mouth, somehow so sad.

With that tear, he timidly put together the man's thin lips.

The belly said softly, "Is it because he died for him?"

Wu Yanfu's lips were ajar and his tongue was partly incorporated into the tip of his tongue.

"Master, will you fall in love with someone?"

The sound of the piano suddenly broke, and a string of trill sounded from a string, and it suddenly broke.

Wu Yanfu suddenly blasted a gust of wind, knocked him out, and fell to the ground.

There was a fierce twitch on the chest, and the smell of bleeding was leaking from the mouth. The white jackal lay down on the ground, clutching the robes scattered on the ground, and wrapped it around him. I don't know if it was because of pain or embarrassment, he couldn't help crying, but he didn't understand what he had done wrong.

Wu Yanfu did n’t even raise his eyelids, and just gently wiped the lotus flower that fell on his body: "I treat you like this lotus flower, irrigate day by day, and carefully nurture it. You are only in my cup of wine, Drink for me, die for me. For others, don't want to be delusional. Understand? "

Bai Yan shook his hand and fell to the ground after rolling, and then he returned to God.

He looked around blankly, ah, just memories, the man had been frustrated by him. Thinking like this, my heart is empty. He picked up the scriptures weakly, patted the ash on it, leaned against the wall, looked carefully at the scriptures, and found a small groove.

Pressing down, the scriptures really came out a bit more.

After reading the words one by one, Bai Yan was sweating profusely.

The method mentioned above actually allowed him to find a man with a strong internal force and a virginity. He was in a lower position and intertwined with him. He used the tricks in the Book of Desires one by one. When you have to stick to Qingming, you have to seduce the other side. While the other side's fine level is unstable, make the last move "Goddess of Evil" back bite, inhale the other person's essence and blood into the body for his own use.

As Ji Du said.

Bai Yan closed the scrolls, and his blood twitched in his chest. Enchanting is a thing he doesn't want to touch now. He just wants to forget it all. It is a great irony to practice Liuyutian like this.

Thinking about it this way, he still stuffed the Xing Yu Jing into his cuffs, and the wandering spirit usually returned to the stone palace, and he didn't even think about eating. He lay down on the couch and repeatedly studied the tricks, and he unknowingly saw the night. Actually stumbled to sleep. Xu had the old thing in his arms, and he had a nightmare.

It was as if he was trapped in hell, and the dark memory turned into a dark net and wrapped him around. For a while, he kneeled in front of Wu Yanfu, crying and begging him not to send himself to Yueyin Palace, and he left inexorably; and for a while, he was watched on the stage like a rare beast; It was tortured in the dungeon, a mud statue carved every day, and his fingernails were worn away.

Half a dream and half awake, a man fed him with a bitter medicinal juice in his mouth, taking a sip, as if he was dying, feeding him water from the dungeon to rescue him from the ghost door.

He clung to the man's sleeves and shouted benefactor. When he woke up, there was no one beside him. His appearance was reflected in the mirror. He should have been bruised all over, but his body was clean, with only a dent in his belly. .

He wanted to die, but he didn't die.

When I went out, I didn't know what month or day it was, but what I saw was unfamiliar and horrible. Even the grass and the trees seemed embarrassing, making him just want to run away.

The wandering soul stumbled across the corridor, pushed open the door after door, and opened the heavy curtains. It was like a moth rushing towards the fire light, but bumped into a person.

The man's chest was as rock-solid, with a strong scent of wine on his placket, and a **** smell like nothing. He looked up to ask, but faced the eyes staring at him.

The gloomy eyes are like two bottomless ancient wells, devouring light and devouring souls.

For a moment, Bai Yan was so scared that he forgot his words, turned his head and wanted to run, but was caught by his wrist violently.

"Where are you going?" The man's breathing was hot and humid, as if drunk.

"Master ..." After the first battle of Yueyin Palace, Bai Yan had already feared and hated him, holding back.

Wu Yanfu pulled him hard and caught his chin again, like he had never seen him before. He carefully looked at him, and the slender five fingers that could easily take human life became tighter, as if waiting. He had seen enough, and was tortured, and the next moment he would chop off his fragile neck.

"Where does my uncle want to go, eh?"

Bai Ye didn't struggle, he didn't have any room for struggle, only tears were falling.

"Master, the student is wrong!"

"Where are you wrong? You're right, it's wrong for the teacher." In the dark, the man's nice voice was dumb and weird at the moment, holding the thumb of his chin slowly to trace his lips, slowly adding gravity, Repeatedly rubbing, as if hate the mouth of his poor speech.

Bai Zhi's trembling lips seemed to be crushed, and the tip of her tongue tasted a smell of sweet blood.

"As a teacher ... it's my fault that I shouldn't have brought you back from Yueyin Palace. It's a sinister barrier."

His voice was low, his breathing was rapid, and he wrapped his hands around his neck.

Bai Yan was so unstable that he was so frightened that he planted it in Wu Yanfu's arms, and a dangling veil bound them, like a cocoon.

He instinctively struggled, stepped back, but stepped on his feet. The whole man slipped down, and his outstretched hand grabbed his sleeve.

When he fell on his back to the ground, his back did not feel the expected pain, and he was firmly supported by one hand. The hanging curtain covered the sky, but it could not cover his narrow eyes looking down at him. There was something turbulent in the deep eyes, and it seemed that he would be drowned as soon as the brakes were broken.

It's killing. Bai Yan's head screamed. When Wu Yanfu pulled out the Yueyue Hook to meet the enemy, he had seen his eyes, bloodthirsty desire, and desire to kill, so similar to this moment.

"Master, Master ..."

He curled up with trembling, and kept backing, but was caught by the ankle, the palm of his hand seemed to have a flame hidden, and his bones were burned.

Wu Yanfu seemed really drunk, choked his neck, and leaned over to his ear. His cold-blooded thin lips rubbed against his earlobe, and he drunkenly said, "Don't call me that ..."

In the dying fear, Bai Yan opened his eyes with almost suffocation, tears raging. He pursed his lips: "Master, let me, let me go? Breaking the sun, Master also got it?"

"Breaking the sun ..." Wu Yanfu groaned in a low voice, breathing like boiling water over his neck socket, holding his front flap with one hand, and piercing the thick fur robe with fingers, "Dare you ask me ? "

Bai Yan knew that he was so drunk that he even forgot to use it as a teacher. He talked abruptly and killed him. He was panicked, and struggled to turn over. Regardless of the placket's squeaking, his long hair was dragged by Wu Yanfu, and the whole person was dragged back under him, like A fawn struggling with a wolf biting its neck.

"It's all because of your evil barrier ..." He murmured against his back neck.

He pressed his fingers in front of Bai Xi's chest, and grabbed his front plaque.

The robe was cracked, the chest was stuck to the cold ground without any barrier, and it was cold and boney, but the fingertips were hot, but they were burned with red marks, as if they were touching, as if they were to be peeled and deboned general.

"Master-Master! Wow-" Bai Weep was silent.

"What do you want Master to do? Why not ... kill you now and worry?" The man gasped against his ears, his hot breath sprayed on his cheeks, and it was alcoholic and bloody. Bai Ye became more and more terrified, his chest hurt so much, he shook his head and shouted, "Hey, hey, I'm wrong, the Master spares his life ..."

Tears dripped onto the ground, and ice crystals shattered.

Wu Yan Fu loosened his hand and suddenly let him go.

At the same time, with a bang, a cold light came out of his eyes like a thunderbolt, breaking through the chaotic darkness in the heavy curtain, Wu Yanfu held the Yueyue Hook and hacked at him!

Bai Yan shouted, shrank into a ball, and closed his eyes in despair.

The shivering blade wind passed through his ears, but only cut a few strands of his hair, but then there was a burst of crackling sounds. In the quiet night, it sounded like a wind blowing the forest and a blizzard hit the mountain. A figure fluttered between the curtains, rags scattered like fledgling crows and spatters, before setting off, they lit a blue flame, and instantly turned into dust, and disappeared.

Bai Yan catches the broken hair under the corner of Yan, and her heart is full of the fear of escape from death.

Suddenly, a cough sounded in the wind of hunting and hunting swords, Wu Yan Fu was able to stop the sword, half-knelt down, as if he was too drunk to stand, one hand supported the ground. His back was looming between the broken curtains, revealing a bit of loneliness beyond words.

Bai Yan hides in the darkness, dare not move forward.

Just a few steps away from the horizon.

Wu Yanfu turned his head to the side, and in the mottled light and shadow, a handsome face was half-bright and half-dark, with a gleam of blood hanging from the corners of his lips that were cold and raised, and brushed with the back of his hand. word.

"roll."

The heart burst suddenly, and Bai Zhi turned his head and ran away.

He rushed into the snow and ice barefooted, slamming one foot deep and shallow, and the soles of his feet were drenched with blood and weeds, and he felt no pain.

Faintly in the dark, the wolverines were chasing after each other. A hungry snow wolf rushed to his body, **** stench breath sprayed on his face, and his teeth were scraped across his head. He struggled to hold the wolf's neck and fight with it, rolling down the steep snow slope, But at this moment, with the sound of a rumbling explosion, the entire snow-capped mountain turned down like a huge wave, overwhelming him.

"Ah-ah!"

Bai Yan shouted and woke up in his dream, stretched out his hands in a panic, turned over from the soft couch, planted in a cold and hard embrace, and opened his eyes to the pair of pale blue eyes.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" There was a low, real voice in my ear.

Finally woke up. Bai Yan wiped the sweat on his forehead in horror, exhaled, took out his hand from the tiger's skin, and stopped the medicine man. He felt that this person was very close: "Woo ... have a nightmare."

The tone was like coquettish, Wu Yanfu involuntarily clasped the furry little dumplings in his arms, like a magic wand, lingering in the ears with the cry of "Master".

Do you miss being a teacher, or are you afraid of asking for a teacher when you become frustrated?

The palm touched the soft body of the young man inside through the tiger's skin. He couldn't help but get closer and sniffed the faint body fragrance from the young man.

Bai Yan could not breathe because of his arm hoop, and he became hot in the thick tiger skin. He couldn't help but struggled, twisted and arched, and got out of Wu Yanfu's arm, and choked him again. Feet: "Dead idiot, why are you holding so tightly, you want to cover your seat!"

The medicine man's arms are stiff, and he still maintains that posture, staring at him like a fool.

Bai Ye didn't like his impassive look: "Why are you always staring at me?"

Wu Yanfu lowered his head: "Master ... looks good."

Bai Yan raised his hand and slaps a slap on his cheek with a slap: "Indulgence!"