black tower

Combination heat comes more from the physiological needs of supernatural beings, and it turns out that people's psychological needs are also a source of desire that cannot be underestimated.

Although the inhibitor in Zhao Hongguang's body is still in effect, making it impossible for him to generate binding fever in a short period of time, and it is impossible for this to affect Han Jun's physiological response, but his fiery and continuous love is finally here on this rainy night. It ignited Han Jun's rationality, eliminated the loneliness hidden deep in the sentinel's flesh and blood, and even illuminated the endless darkness deep in the opponent's spiritual sea.

Han Jun knew that Zhao Hongguang was a virgin, so he didn't need to listen to anyone's words about it, he could see everything with his keen eyes.

Although Zhao Hongguang was so active just now, the other party was as nervous as a puppet now, and Han Jun even began to worry that he might accidentally break the other party's legs.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoguang."

Han Jun tried to lift Zhao Hongguang's leg that was so stiff that he could hardly bend it, and he had to comfort the overwhelmed virgin guide while leaning down and kissing him tenderly.

The kiss from Han Jun gave Zhao Hongguang an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction. Almost involuntarily, he stretched out his arms to hug Han Jun and kissed him together.

The delicate spiritual tentacles slowly gushed out from Zhao Hongguang's body, and they formed into shimmering silver waves, washing over Han Jun's magnificent spiritual sea with a little gloomyness, guiding The warm wind generated by Zhao Hongguang's spiritual sea swept through the towering mountains and forests, and finally entangled the black tower.

"Hmm..." Han Jun raised his head involuntarily due to a sense of spiritual relief, and he gave up thinking completely after letting out a relaxed moan.

The room was filled with the smell of the combination of sentinel and guide element, and the physical union between Han Jun and Zhao Hongguang was completed just now.

"Xiaoguang, are you better?" Han Jun turned his head and looked at Zhao Hongguang who was lying beside him, who was curled up so tightly that he almost hid his whole body under the quilt.

"Hmm..." Zhao Hongguang buried his head in the quilt, and responded in a low voice. It turns out that without the heat of bonding, it can make people's desires soar. This is the experience and understanding that he didn't have as a virgin before.

"Sorry, you are still a child and can't control yourself. I didn't expect that I... I am really sorry." Han Jun smiled bitterly, he thought, maybe it was the knife he stabbed that cut off all the bonds between him and Wei Chen Link, that's why this empty body is so eager to get a new match, but these are not excuses for him to take the initiative to possess Zhao Hongguang, after all, he still can't let go of the owner of this rose - Wei Chen, who is obsessed with life and death.

Hearing that Han Jun actually apologized to him, Zhao Hongguang poked his head out cautiously.

To be honest, he didn't feel a strong unease until he realized what happened between himself and Han Jun.

"I am the one who should say sorry, uncle." Zhao Hongguang sat up slowly, and out of anxiety, he pulled the quilt down to his neck to cover his naked body.

"I know you still can't forget Senior Wei Chen, and I shouldn't... confess my love to you when you need help and comfort the most." Zhao Hongguang's voice became smaller and smaller. To some extent, he thought I seem to have taken advantage of Han Jun. For those with supernatural powers, if there is a physical union between the two, rounding up is equivalent to receiving a marriage certificate. There is a man outside, so I am afraid that I will disappoint my mother who wants to marry a girl.

Han Jun looked at Zhao Hongguang with a guilty face, obviously he was the one who should be sorry the most, meeting Wei Chen and Zhao Hongguang, two excellent guides one after another, seemed to be a lot of trouble in his tragic life. A little brighter.

When Han Jun was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, his mental body had slipped out of the spiritual sea at some point. The big white tiger secretly put its front paws on the edge of the bed, and then poked its head out to stare straight at him. Zhao Hongguang who has just reached a perfect match with Han Jun.

As Han Jun's spiritual body, the white tiger knows his master's thoughts like the palm of his hand, but it has not felt this kind of comfort for a long time. Once Han Jun's body lacks the necessary comfort, it will also make it feel empty and lonely. The warm wind blew in Han Jun's spiritual sea, which also brought him back the familiar sense of satisfaction.

The white tiger who was very close to Zhao Hongguang because of the high degree of matching before was no longer reserved at this time, it jumped directly onto the bed, and greeted Zhao Hongguang with a brand new look.

Zhao Hongguang unexpectedly found a fluffy thing under his armpit. He looked down, and it turned out that Han Jun's spiritual body rubbed his head over. When he and Han Jun were physically combined, they tacitly stayed beside him. The mental body that disturbed the atmosphere was all withdrawn into the mental sea, but with the completion of the match, Han Jun's mental barrier also relaxed a lot.

"Wow..." Baihu licked Zhao Hongguang's face, retracted his paws, and lay down in front of Zhao Hongguang like a big cat, showing his snow-white belly to Zhao Hongguang.

In its own way, it expressed to Zhao Hongguang that the match between the other party and Han Jun had been completely completed, at least as Han Jun's spiritual body, it had fully accepted this new guide.

"Xiaobai, get off the bed quickly!" The spiritual body can gain insight into the existence of the owner's heart. Seeing his spiritual body in front of Zhao Hongguang completely defenseless, even trusting and relying on the other party, although Han Jun He didn't want to admit that this might be his true state at this time, but he knew better than anyone that his body and spirit had accepted Zhao Hongguang.

"Woo..." The white tiger, which has always been obedient to Han Jun, unexpectedly acted coquettishly at its master tonight. It whimpered and stretched out its paws to grab Zhao Hongguang's hand, signaling that the other party should rub himself quickly.

Zhao Hongguang rubbed Baihu's chin, and then stroked the snow-white and warm belly of Baihu until Baihu let out a comfortable grunt.

It has to be said that Zhao Hongguang, as the guide, is very good at appeasing the mental body, and the relaxation and comfort felt by the mental body are also conveyed to Han Jun. He looked helplessly at the big white tiger who was pestering Zhao Hongguang for sex , I had no choice but to lie down obediently.

"Xiaoguang, I'm sorry. Give up matching with me, I'm afraid I will really hurt you one day." Han Jun murmured and closed his eyes. After his spirit and body were completely relaxed, he seemed to have gradually recovered. drowsiness.

"I'm not afraid. I said I would save you." Seeing Han Jun gradually falling asleep, Zhao Hongguang continued to caress the white tiger who also started to snore slightly, and leaned over to give him another kiss secretly.

I don't know if it was because of the link matching with Zhao Hongguang, the rose hidden deep in the barrier of Han Jun's spiritual sea has also changed. Zhao Hongguang's powerful spiritual tentacles are enough to support the black tower in Han Jun's spiritual sea. The tough rose may also realize that its mission has been completed, and with the end of the flowering period, it begins to weaken and wither slowly,

Han Jun, who hadn't had a dream for a long time, had a dream when the sky was about to dawn. He dreamed of Wei Chen, whom he had been thinking about all the time.

The other party was still the gentle and handsome appearance in Han Jun's memory. His thin and straight body was perfectly wrapped in a well-tailored suit, and his upturned buttocks brought a different style to his dignity.

The long-lost lovers reunited again, and Han Jun in the dream rushed up almost involuntarily and hugged each other tightly.

In the dream, Han Jun, the former chief sentinel, a hero as strong as steel in the eyes of everyone, cried like a child.

He kept asking where Wei Chen went and why he left him, but Wei Chen just smiled and hugged the weeping Han Jun in his arms.

"Han Jun, it's time to say goodbye. I hope you don't disappoint my trust in you. Also, treat that boy well and don't hurt him."

"Wei Chen, where are you going?" Han Jun raised his head suddenly, wanting to take a closer look at his lover whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but found that Wei Chen's complexion was so pale that there was no trace of blood. He saw a flower of blood blooming from Wei Chen's chest.

Wei Chen looked down at the blood flower, smiled wryly and shook his head, he stroked Han Jun's face, bloodstains snaked down his lips unknowingly.

"Han Jun, you must promise me to live well and protect this tower area and everyone. This is my last request to you..."

"No, you have to stay, you are my matching guide, you have to guide me!" Han Jun frantically tried to stop the blood in Wei Chen's chest, he vaguely knew why Wei Chen was bleeding, and why he would treat Wei Chen Saying this by myself was a late farewell, five years late.

"What a fool." Wei Chen's face became more and more ugly, he gently grabbed Han Jun's hand, and finally kissed him on the cheek with his blood-stained lips, "Han Jun, you Forgot? You killed me, and now is the time for me to leave."

Han Jun suddenly raised his head, his mind was shocked, and some fragmentary pictures reappeared in front of his eyes.

The battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, the painful groans of comrades, the sword, Wei Chen, blood, and my trembling hand when holding the knife.

Everything that was once blurred became clear at this moment. Han Jun opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He knelt down powerlessly and slowly clenched his hands.

Wei Chen's chest was bleeding more and more, when the blood flowed to the ground, it soon turned into a field of red roses, and he stood in this field of bright red and dazzling flowers, staring quietly and kneeling Han Jun fell to the ground and dared not get up until the meaningful smile on his lips was overwhelmed by rose petals flying all over the sky.

There is no reason for roses, when they bloom, they bloom, and when they fall.