This righteous way always wants to die

"Is the formation so fun?" Duan Fanchen couldn't help but touch his forehead when he didn't know how many times he found the divination machine in the eye of the formation somewhere.

"This is what Bu Ji has learned. You must learn it thoroughly, understand it thoroughly, and study it thoroughly. My father's words are extreme, and you must learn to the end. Do what you say and do rightly, and sit upright! Let Bu Ji face what he has learned calmly!" Duan Fanchen gasped when he heard Bu Ji's serious and old scholarly demeanor.

But you must like it very much, right?

Otherwise, the clothes he always wears are called one, neat!

Duan Fanchen looked at Bu Ji squatting on the ground at this moment, with a disheveled face, and the white-bottomed and blue-edged robes were casually dragged on the ground, and he couldn't help showing a smile.

"Besides, tell the truth about your magic circle, it won't work." The sudden sharp turn of the words made Duan Fanchen's face that had just shown a smile completely darken.

This is the first person who dared to tell him that their Six Paths Patriarchal Formation is not good.

Before trying to strangle him to death, Duan Fanchen thought of something more interesting.

"You can't call it fun! How about I take you to do something more interesting?" Duan Fanchen leaned closer to Bu Ji, hooked his slender index finger up along his Adam's apple, and stopped slightly on his clean jaw caress.

The temperature of this cold person is so warm.

The smooth skin is like warm jade for him to touch.

Unable to bear it, he grabbed the fortune-telling machine and dodged and landed on his magic weapon, the treasure of the Six Dao Sect, the Six Dao Black Lotus!

It was the founder of the Six Dao Sect and one of the most powerful magic weapons of the reincarnation demon.

"Let me tell you, I'm very strong. There are countless maids. It's commonplace to do it seven times a night! My skills will satisfy you~" Duan Fanchen showed an evil smile.

If it was a little more ordinary, this **** smile can only be described as wretched.

However, Duan Fanchen looks like a young man with a jade face, and his evil intentions can only make his charm stronger.

So say...

The world still looks at faces!

Duan Fanchen smiled evilly, and the words in his mouth became more and more indescribable, and he opened his indescribable clothes.

He undressed and fell into his arms.

Bu Ji's disheveled appearance made his cold appearance seem ignorant.

A pure feeling makes people even more evil.

His pale pink lips look cold like others, how does it feel?

Duan Fanchen couldn't help but think so.

Such lips trembled slightly, as if to express something.

Is it shy?Or scold?

He couldn't help showing his pleasure, and he was about to strip off his disgusting hypocrisy.

"Fan Chenjun's Yuanyang is well preserved, but are you joking with Bu Ji?" Bu Ji rarely showed a trace of true emotion, but this emotion has nothing to do with □□, it's just pure...bewilderment...

Duan Fanchen felt as if he had suddenly been hit by a petrification spell that someone secretly cast on him.

The whole person froze on the Bu fuselage.

"If Lord Fanchen wants to carry out the husband and wife affairs, Bu Ji is bound to do it!" Bu Ji began to take off his pants in a serious manner.

Duan Fanchen felt as if his eyes were going blind, and so were his ears...

It was the first time he had heard someone say so righteously that he wanted to sleep with him...

And the person who said this is still a righteous way, and the most terrifying thing is!

He seems to really think so, it's not a joke! !

Why go to bed and sleep like you want to go to the battlefield? !

And is it still the kind of battlefield that may never return? !

All the desire to tease was trampled to pieces by a big foot named 'World Malice'.

In Duan Fanchen's heart, he kept complaining, but on the surface he was in a panic.

Bu Ji has hugged him.

"Ah?..." He couldn't help but let out a confused voice, only to find that after Bu Ji hugged him, he closed the curtain.

"Sleep silent." Bu Ji said lightly.

Covering his mouth with a slightly cool hand, Duan Fanchen still felt a little out of tune.

well?Isn't it sleeping?

It's sleep.

If Bu Ji heard it, he would definitely answer him like this.

The author has something to say:

Actually, I originally wanted the title of this chapter to be, Come on!sleep!But I feel that what I have written is an old-fashioned prose in the vernacular, and the name is so abnormal that I am too sorry for the content.