Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Meng Xing suddenly felt a little cold, but the coldness still didn't wake up his dizzy head. He just pulled on his collar and tightened his clothes.

As for Wen Rulan, although her heart was already erupting with a volcano, and she just wanted to immediately cut the people who had kissed Meng Xing into pieces, she still continued to talk calmly: "Every time, who have you kissed? , tell me how you kissed me."

Meng Xing tilted his head, his brows filled with confusion: "Why is your memory so bad? How long did it take for you to forget? Isn't it all with you?"

With me? Wen Rulan was startled.

He couldn't help but recall along with Meng Xing's words. He was very sure that that day in the cave was the first and only time he kissed Meng Xing, and it was only a brief moment of separation.

Therefore, it was Meng Xing who confused others with him.

Like cold water dripping into boiling oil, the volcano in Wen Rulan's heart had exploded, hot magma was flowing in his blood, and his fingers could no longer control their strength. He pressed Meng Xing's abdomen, preparing to push him down with all his strength. On the bed, he didn't expect that Meng Xing was one step ahead of him and got in front of him.

Drunk people are not serious or serious. His move caused the two people's noses to collide with each other. Wen Rulan was stunned for a moment.

And at this moment, Meng Xing demonstrated it to Wen Rulan in person with a helpless and generous expression, "There's really nothing I can do about you. Although you don't remember, I'll review it for you." How on earth did he kiss Wen Rulan.

As for the person who used the tool for demonstration, of course it was Wen Rulan.

Meng Xing put his lips together, and then licked the other person's lips with the tip of his tongue as Wen Rulan once taught. When Wen Rulan wanted to speak out of surprise, he took advantage of the situation and entered the other person's soft mouth. middle.

After that, Wen Rulan was speechless.

The anger surging in his heart slowly dissipated because of this unprecedented intimacy. After the initial surprise, he immediately responded enthusiastically, entangled Meng Xing's with the tip of his tongue, and climbed up Meng Xing's back with his hands, not letting go. The other party leaves.

Meng Xing did not leave either. As a drunkard who was delirious, he was very sober in some strange ways. For example, when he kissed Wen Rulan for the first time, he read the note for five minutes, so There can be no mistakes in the demonstration this time, five minutes, not even one second more or less.

Because of the different backgrounds of the world, Wen Rulan's force value in this dream is much higher than in the first dream. Similarly, the vital capacity is also much better.

During the five minutes of their first kiss, Wen Rulan was a little suffocated by the kiss, but this time, instead of feeling suffocated, Wen Rulan felt that the feast had just begun. Before he could fully enjoy it, Meng Xing was already preparing to withdraw.

Naturally, he refused to let her go. Not only did he not let her go, he also pressed his arms firmly on Meng Xing's back. But Meng Xing was very confused. He felt that the time had come and the demonstration was over, and he refused to continue regardless.

Because of the suppression of his cultivation, he couldn't push Wen Rulan away, but he could refuse to cooperate, stop responding to any of the other party's provocations, and keep his mouth shut.

Wen Rulan had no choice but to let go of the other party temporarily.

He calmed down his breathing, not because of lack of strength, but because of emotion.

Meng Xing, on the other hand, wiped his mouth, and then belatedly looked down at his clothes that were pulled open by Wen Rulan. The outline of his chest muscles was clearly visible under the open collar.

This seems uncivilized. Meng Xing thought with the logic of a drunkard and prepared to tie his clothes again.

However, when Wen Rulan noticed it, she immediately held Meng Xing's wrist to stop him from moving.

Meng Xing looked at the other party in confusion, and saw Wen Rulan coming forward, lifting Meng Xing's chin, blowing her breath onto Meng Xing's sensitive cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "No need to tie it, it's in the way."

Meng Xing was still puzzled, even a little confused. What was wrong with him putting on his clothes?

Wen Rulan lowered her tone and coaxed patiently: "Don't you want to practice dual cultivation? Why don't you come with me? I can help you improve your cultivation, and I can make you very comfortable, just like this."

As he spoke, his hand was placed on Meng Xing's abdomen again, but it was different from before, because it was separated by a layer of clothing before, but this time, Wen Rulan's hand reached in from Meng Xing's open skirt, with the palm of his hand Directly attached to the other party's elastic abdominal muscles.

The pure demonic energy washed through the messy meridians and removed the impurities in the meridians. It was indeed very comfortable, but Meng Xing was not tempted. He firmly refused: "I don't want to."

"Why?" Wen Rulan narrowed his eyes dangerously. He remembered the question he had just asked without an answer, and a guess arose in his heart that made him burst into anger again: "Who do you want to practice dual cultivation with?"

However, Meng Xing's answers always exceeded his expectations. Meng Xing didn't expect anyone.

"Why should I practice double cultivation with others to improve my cultivation?" Meng Xing asked matter-of-factly, with a satisfied smile on his face: "As long as I have money."

If he has money, he can spend money on it, and by spending money on it, he can become stronger. Why bother to use dual cultivation to improve your cultivation?

This answer was completely unexpected by Wen Rulan. He was a majestic demon, and I don't know how many people wanted to climb into his bed and practice double cultivation with him. Before, when he was still in the Mahayana stage, many people who wanted to take shortcuts made secret glances at him, but he ignored them all. He was completely uninterested in these people, and even felt a little off-putting.

And now, he is already the only monk in the Tribulation Stage in the world. Dual cultivation with others who are weaker than him will hardly improve him, but the weaker one will get a visible improvement. The effect of practicing dual cultivation with him once is probably better than that of ordinary people who practice cultivation for several months. The number of people who want to practice dual cultivation with him is only increasing. But unfortunately, in Meng Xing's eyes, he was not as good as a few spiritual stones.

This made him want to regret it. Meng Xing couldn't even get a single spiritual stone from him, let alone one hundred thousand!

Meng Xingwu didn't know that the 100,000 spirit stones were already in danger of flying away before he put them in his pocket. He was immersed in the joy of being rich, and even imagined the scene in which he won the SSR. .

Moreover, he laughed, as if he had already obtained the SSR.

This laughter completely angered Wen Rulan. He held Meng Xing's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed.

Although the bed was covered with soft cushions, Meng Xing was still a little unhappy at being pushed so suddenly. He didn't realize what Wen Rulan was trying to do by pushing him. He just thought he was deliberately looking for trouble, so he was about to sit up and accuse the two of them. sentence.

However, before the words left his mouth, Wen Rulan's lips covered her. Just like Meng Xing did before, he blocked the other person's words between his lips and tongue.

Although drunk people are confused, they sometimes have a magical logic that they think is correct. Just like Meng Xing at this moment, his eyes widened, feeling that Wen Rulan was not only deliberately looking for trouble, but also wanted to prevent him from blaming.

It’s simply unreasonable!

So he tried to get rid of the entanglement of the other party's soft tongue, continued his speech, and put his hands on Wen Rulan's chest, trying to push the other party away from him.

But he failed to push. In fact, his figure was stronger than Wen Rulan's, and his muscles were clearer and fuller. Unfortunately...the gap in cultivation was really too big. As long as Wen Rulan wanted to, he could force Meng Xing to do anything.

But after all, he still didn't want to force the other party. Wen Rulan always ignored other people's opinions and only cared about his own feelings, but when he looked at Meng Xing, he unconsciously felt soft-hearted. So he raised his body slightly and let go of Meng Xing temporarily.

"You like spirit stones, don't you?" Wen Rulan rolled up a strand of Meng Xing's hair with her index finger. He put the strand of hair to his lips, sniffing the other person's scent while coaxing him in a child-like tone. : "Let's play a game. The rule is that within one stick of incense, you can't refuse me, whether it's verbally or physically. If you do it, even if you win, I will lose 10,000 spiritual stones to you. Otherwise, I will lose ten thousand spiritual stones to you. Even if I win, how about continuing to the second round after one round until one party calls timeout?"

Meng Xing went through the rules in his mind. The four characters "Ten Thousand Spiritual Stones" accounted for half of the remaining sanity. The only condition was not to reject the other party. Isn't it easy to make this money?

Meng Xing felt that he could make the other party bankrupt, so he agreed boldly.

The corners of Wen Rulan's lips curved, and he took out an incense burner-shaped instrument from his storage bag, and then took out a bundle of incense and inserted it into it. With a flick of his finger, white smoke ignited from one of the incense sticks, and the timer started.

Upon seeing this, Meng Xing immediately lay down and geared up, running towards the road to wealth.

After Wen Rulan successfully deceived Meng Xing into a trap, he did not rush to get to the point. Instead, he changed from his previous urgency and became leisurely.

He first traced the other person's facial features with his flexed knuckles. The force was not heavy, which made Meng Xing feel a little itchy. He wanted to brush the other person's fingers away, but as soon as the thought came to his mind, he was struck by the weight of ten thousand spirit stones. Pressed firmly, Meng Xing remained motionless.

After tracing the outline of Meng Xing's facial features with her fingers, Wen Rulan leaned down again and pressed her lips to the center of the other man's eyebrows.

He stayed here for a moment, then continued down, reaching the straight bridge of Meng Xingying's nose. A breath of warm breath came out from his slightly parted lips, and it entangled with Meng Xing's breath. Wen Rulan rubbed against the entangled breath repeatedly, until he felt that each other's breathing was so disturbed that it was difficult to distinguish between you and me, and then he came down. a place.

He stopped at Meng Xing's lips. He started from the corners of his lips and was about to slowly move to the center when the person who had been so cooperative suddenly spoke: "It's time."

With Wen Rulan's slowness, a stick of incense had passed, and he had just touched Meng Xing's lips.

He didn't care, he said "hmm" casually, and admitted defeat: "I lost, let's start the second round."

As he spoke, he lit a second incense stick.

Then continuing his own rhythm, he gently covered Meng Xing's lips with his own, and then patiently traced the shape of the other person's lips with the tip of his tongue. When Meng Xing showed a little looseness, he immediately took advantage of it and moved in.

Although Meng Xing didn't refuse, he didn't cooperate too much either. He just froze in place. But Wen Rulan was not impatient. He slowly and slowly seduced the other party. Finally, Meng Xing finally gave a slight response.

He was a man after all, and being so aroused, a response was inevitable. The smile on Wen Rulan's lips deepened, and he continued to seduce, causing Meng Xing to respond more and more.

But it was still not as intense as before. The lips and tongues of the two seemed to be at war, plundering each other's oxygen. This time everything was slow, like a long flowing stream. While the rhythm was slow, there was something more intense. Warm and ambiguous lingering.

While engaging in physical affection, Wen Rulan also transferred her own demonic energy into Meng Xing's mouth through their lips and tongues. He put his five fingers against Meng Xing's chest and guided the demonic energy along the other person's meridians. run.

Moreover, the demonic energy in Meng Xing's body also entered his body. This weak and mixed demonic energy circled around in Wen Rulan's dantian, where the demonic energy was so abundant that it seemed like a vast ocean with no boundaries, and he couldn't help but become energetic when it came out. He became purer, became stronger, and then returned to his master's body again.

The demonic energy of the two people merged with each other to form a perfect closed loop. While enjoying the pleasure, they were also able to increase their cultivation and purify the impurities in their meridians.

The second incense burnt out unknowingly. While Meng Xing responded to the long kiss with his eyes closed, his dizzy mind seemed to become clearer and clearer.

The blending of demonic energy can increase cultivation and evolve impurities, but the trace of alcohol is also purified away.

When the third incense stick was halfway burning, Meng Xingjiu woke up completely.

Although I didn't have the headache after waking up from a hangover, I still felt fragmented and confused. Meng Xing was confused as to what he was doing now and why he was here.

But soon, he woke up from the strange feeling in his throat.

Meng Xing stared in disbelief and looked at Wen Rulan who was kissing his Adam's apple.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he was about to blurt out the question, but was stopped the next moment.

Because Wen Rulan suddenly bit his Adam's apple, it wasn't hard, but Meng Xing could clearly feel the touch of the hard teeth, and he also felt something softer licking him.

Meng Xing: "!!!"

The exclamation mark in his heart could fill the screen. After a moment of confusion, he immediately reacted and pressed Wen Rulan's shoulders with both hands, trying to push him away.

Because his movement was too sudden and he had been very cooperative before, Wen Rulan didn't react for a moment and was pushed away by Meng Xing.

After Meng Xing pushed Wen Rulan away, without stopping for a moment, he immediately stood up from the bed, glanced down at the skirt of his clothes that had been torn apart at some point, closed and tied them, and prepared to get out of bed and leave.

The moment he stood up, Wen Rulan was finally able to react. He held Meng Xing's wrist with one hand and pulled the other man hard, refusing to let him go.

The muscles in Meng Xing's forearm tightened, and while wrestling with Wen Rulan, he couldn't help but feel a little offended anger rising in his heart. He didn't look back, and just said in a cold voice: "Let go."

He spoke unceremoniously, and his tone was almost commanding.

Since Wen Rulan became the Demon Lord, no one dares to talk to Wen Rulan like this. People who dare to talk to him like this usually die. Generally speaking, Wen Rulan will not relax based on whether the other party's tone is tough or not. He is far tougher than the other party.

But when Meng Xing said this, his fingers subconsciously spread out, as if he didn't dare to disobey the other party, although he immediately tightened his grip the next moment.

Wen Rulan suddenly felt a little indescribable panic in her heart because Meng Xing had a cold attitude that he had never had before.

But he still refused to let go. He only grabbed the other party hard, pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Meng Xing's back.

He expected to see the other party turn around, but when Meng Xing actually turned around, he didn't think so anymore.

Because when Meng Xing turned around, he revealed a face full of majesty and anger, like an angry king.

"Wen Rulan!" He scolded coldly.

Meng Xing didn't say anything harsh or excessive, he just called Wen Rulan's name, but Wen Rulan subconsciously let go of Meng Xing as if she was electrocuted.

After getting rid of Wen Rulan's control, Meng Xing did not stop and turned around and left.

The palace door was pushed open heavily, wind poured in from the open door leaf, and the third incense was extinguished in the wind. The ashes scattered in the wind and fell in front of Wen Rulan's eyes, but he turned a blind eye.

He just stared blankly at the shadow that was getting further and further away, watching the other person disappear into the night. He wanted to chase him, but he didn't dare to chase him.

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