Long Aotian is not happy today

the man.

real man.

A man who groped into his room late at night with malicious intentions.

What is he going to do?

Hang Hour tightly clenched the corner of the quilt, his chest was pounding, his ears were pricked up, and he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. He didn't go to the closet or the dark room, but went straight to the bed... …

shit.

God opened his eyes!

"025, Teacher 025!"

Hang Xiao's face was flushed, and he barely suppressed the desire to open his eyes, and shouted in his mind: "Hurry up, hurry up, help me see. How am I, is my sleeping posture elegant, and my hair is messy?"

"It's really useless." 025 bared his teeth, "Not elegant, messy."

"025!"

"Okay, is it okay to be elegant? It's not a child, just a man, so excited, have you never seen a pig run?"

"I've never eaten meat before, I'm so excited."

Hang Shi was so excited that he was incoherent: "Mr. 025, you don't understand people who have never eaten meat. He thought he was still young and had many opportunities, but he suddenly died in the street without even eating a bite. What kind of Long Aotian is played by the book, who is raped by his sisters every day, whether he is wronged or not, whether he is wronged or not..."

"Stop, stop." 025 said with a headache, "Can you correct your nervous chatter?"

"I……"

"Stop, don't talk to me, concentrate on eating your meat."

Hang Shi's cheeks were flushed and he held his breath.

His long and slender eyelashes trembled violently, his thick ink-like phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the moonlight swept down, dizzying a cloud-like light, and his slightly messy black hair swept across his clean forehead, trembling slightly in the breeze.

Then, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Someone stood in front of him, blocking the moonlight.

As the shadow fell, Hang Xiao's heart became more excited, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly lifted his eyelids a little.

There are clouds drifting past, covering the moonlight, and the window is shrouded in thick night. The green bamboo in the courtyard sweeps the slender silhouettes on the window lattice, and blends with the night, blurring the outline.

The breeze passed by, the bamboo shadows rustled, and the light in the room became increasingly dim, making it hard to see clearly.

Hang Xiao squinted his eyes, and could barely make out a slender figure, as short as a wax gourd and as thin as a stick.

"Son..."

The visitor whispered, and quietly unbuttoned his robe.

Hang hour fell into a daze.

The situation in front of him seemed to be a little bit different from what he had imagined.

Before Hang Shi could identify it carefully, there was a warm exhalation and a low but extremely excited trill in his ear: "Master, I am here. I have admired you for a long time, but I have never dared to say it. I saw you today on Twitter." After opening Qing'er, I came up with a bold idea, but the young master likes men?"

Hang Hour: "...!"

Surprised by the person's confession for a moment, Hang Xiao's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't react immediately.

His moment of silence fell into the eyes of those who came, and immediately gave rise to many meanings.

The man was even more excited, and couldn't wait for Hang Xiao's explanation, he hurriedly pulled off his robe, and tremblingly said: "I can't control it anymore, I must try it today, otherwise the villain will regret it in this life. Son, come on , ravage/ravage the little ones!"

After saying that, he actually lifted Hang Shih's quilt, exposing his bare chest, and ran towards Hang Shih like a fish out of water.

Hang Xiao jumped up in shock, pushed against the arm of the visitor, and tried his best to say, "You..."

The visitor refused to communicate with him, and only raised his buttocks and shouted in a low voice: "Come on, young man, the ointment is ready!"

Hang Hour: "!!!"

He couldn't bear it anymore, and finally grabbed the thin arm of the visitor, summoned his spiritual energy, pushed open the window and threw it out.

"what--"

Accompanied by a loud vibrato, the naked boy was thrown out of the window, but the sound of his moaning/groaning lingered around the beam, making Hang Shi's body instantly covered with goosebumps.

"Damn it," Hang Xiao rarely cursed in his mind, "Go to his ancestors!"

WTF.

This is not the bed crawl he wanted!

"Don't be so irritable." 025 suppressed a smile.

Hang Shi just wanted to roll his eyes.

Floating zeros everywhere, no one and no reliability is not just a joke. In an era when high-quality attacks are scarce, any small zero is a class enemy.

Being groped into bed by an enemy is simply ashamed and thrown to grandma's house.

He grabbed the quilt, covered his head completely, and stopped talking sullenly.

……

Maybe it was because of the tightness in the chest and the fright, Hang Xiao had a nightmare.

In the dream, there was chaos, the darkness was boundless, and there was only a gleam of light in front of him, illuminating a vague figure.

The figure approached slowly, the sound of footsteps was heavy and rhythmic, each time there was a long vibrato in Hang Xiao's heart.

The dense fog dispersed, and the human figure approached.

It was a man so manly that his body was full of strong hormonal breath. He forcefully blocked Hang Hour by the wall, with a playful smile on his lips, and stuck to Hang Hour's ear. When the little deer bumped around and blushed, he opened his mouth softly——

"Young master, let's ravage the little ones, the ointment has been applied to the little ones!"

A coquettish male duck voice.

Hang Shi woke up suddenly!

He opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, his black and white pupils were wide open.

The window lattice beside me was not closed tightly, and the wind mixed with water vapor in the morning uninvited, blowing the plain white curtains, and the bright sunshine also poured in through the window cracks, bringing the unique vigor of the morning, Climb on Hang Shi's cheek.

Taking a few deep breaths, Hang Shitie stood up with a dark face.

025 yawned in his mind, and said leisurely: "Good morning, why don't you sleep more?"

"Don't sleep anymore," Hang Xiao licked his molars fiercely, "Get up and kill the chicken!"

He wanted to find out the person from last night and deal with him severely.

To save the whole family's servants from thinking that he has a good temper and is easy to bully.

The Hang family is a family of cultivators, and the servants are extremely efficient. Not long after Hang Xiao gave the order, the servants of the whole family lined up in front of him.

Hang Shih was sitting in the gazebo, holding a plate of jujube paste cakes, putting them into his mouth piece by piece, and ordered to the outside of the pavilion, "Come, walk up to me one by one, and say a word."

The steward asked respectfully, "My lord, what did you say?"

"Say……"

Hang Xiao subconsciously wanted to say, "My lord, let's ravage the little one."

This sentence was too lethal, and it still lingers in his ears until now, making him look at all the servants in front of him like enemies in the same industry.

But no, these words are too obscene and seriously damage his image of Long Aotian.

So Hang Xiao swallowed a mouthful of jujube paste, waved his hand and said, "Just say, 'Master, the small ointment is ready'."

The lethality of this sentence is second only to the previous sentence, which left a deep impression on Hang Xiao. Moreover, the pronunciation is different in accent, and the meaning expressed is more serious, which is not easy to be noticed by others.

Sure enough, the bewildered servants didn't understand Hang Shi's intentions, but they still followed the order and stepped forward one by one.

Hang Xiao pricked up his ears and listened carefully while eating morning tea.

This is not, and that is not...

But after he had someone refill the refreshments three times, the jujube paste cakes changed from crunchy and delicious at the beginning to a little greasy, and the crowd in the courtyard gradually decreased until they disappeared completely.

"Is this all the people?" Hang Xiao wondered, "Is there no one else?"

The steward hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and explained: "All the servants in the mansion are here, and the rest are either out of the mansion to do business, or are low-level people who drive cars and feed spirit beasts. There are a lot of people... Do you want to call them all?" ?”

"……never mind."

Hang Xiao shook his head, clapped his hands lightly, and wiped off the cake crumbs between his fingers, then took a pot of tea next to him, and drank half of it.

There is no need to make trouble to the point of mobilizing the crowd.

Anyway, he had memorized the voice of that person, and he would be able to pick him out from the crowd next time he encountered it.

Putting down the porcelain pot, he got up and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and told: "Don't tell others what happened today."

The steward kept saying yes.

Hang Shi added: "Father can't do it either."

The manager hesitated and said, "Uh... this..."

Hang Xiao frowned slightly.

The protagonist, Long Aotian, naturally has a natural good looks.

Hangshi's facial features were handsome, and his sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, as if the stars were flowing in the eyes of a red phoenix drawn with thick ink, and he also had the natural momentum of a cultivator. His casual squinting glance immediately sent a chill down the steward's spine.

"What is it that you can't let me know?"

A majestic voice came from the gate of the courtyard, and the low pressure was more than three points. The steward hurriedly bowed down and called out to the gate: "Master!"

This time, when I switched to Hang Hour, my spine felt chills.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, picked up the concealment technique with his fingertips, and was about to sneak away quietly——

The surrounding wind suddenly broke out.

In the blink of an eye, a figure flashed past Hang Xiao's side like lightning, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hang Xiaoli closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, the road in front of him was completely blocked by a burly middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in brown and had a long beard, and the energy around him was rising like a flame. His broad palm reached forward, and with the momentum of thunder, it landed on Hang Shi's shoulder.

"father!"

Sudden severe pain came from his shoulder, and Hang Xiao subconsciously screamed for a while, but when he saw the iron-black face in front of him clearly, the second half of the sentence abruptly turned into a flattering voice.

He raised his hand to grab his father's wrist, and said with a forced smile, "You—why are you here?"

"Why am I here?"

The middle-aged man's hand on his son's shoulder was tightened again, his left hand swiped his long sleeve heavily, and he said angrily, "I just told you the day before yesterday that I went to practice martial arts at Maoshi, but today you forgot?"

"Of course my son remembers." Hang Xiao raised his finger, "Isn't it, I went yesterday..."

"I said everyday!"

Hang Xiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his fingertips trembled suddenly.

A beam of extremely tiny electric current was introduced from the void, passed into the meridians along the little finger, paralyzed the nerves, and spread all the way to the depths of the body, causing Hang Shi to shiver in pain.

It does not originate from the body, but comes from a higher law, a punishment directly aimed at the soul.

This is the warning of the system rules for excessive OOC in front of others.

There was no other way, Hang Xiao had no choice but to clenched his little finger in his sleeve, forced a stiff smile, and said dryly, "Okay dad, I'll go right away."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally let go of his hand and nodded slightly satisfied.

"Hurry up." He patted Hang Xiao on the shoulder a few times, and said slowly, "I have a guest today, cheer me up."

……

On the way to the Martial Arts Field, Hang Xiao was aggrieved all the time.

"Teacher 025, you testify to me that the day before yesterday my father clearly said 'go to the martial arts arena at Maoshi tomorrow', did he say the day after tomorrow? Did he say the day after tomorrow?"

"you're right."

025 paused, and then changed his voice: "But what Long Aotian has in common is that he is not afraid of suffering or pain. He spends more time in the training ground than he spends with his younger sisters. He practiced until his body collapsed, his bones were broken, and his soul was split." There are a lot of them, and you have to get closer to them."

"How do we get this close?"

The peach blossoms on the side of the road trembled out a twig, and playfully blocked the middle of the road, trying to catch the attention of the passing visitors, but Hang Xiao didn't have the slightest intention to watch it.

He pulled the branch away casually, and wailed in his heart: "It's easy to write in the book. What's 'his meridians are twisted together like a stone', what's 'this pain seems to tear his whole body apart and put it back together hundreds of times' , What's the "thunder running in the depths of his soul"... These authors should experience the feeling of soul shock for themselves!"

"Cough cough."

025 coughed twice, persuading: "Hour, the system rules and judgment basis are all set by the headquarters, and I have no right to modify them. I can only give you ideas to the best of my ability—if you don't want to suffer from electric shocks again Pain, at least do some superficial effort, meaning."

Stepping on a piece of fallen flowers under his feet, Hang Shi hangs his head listlessly, and said, "Tch."

This Long Aotian is too boring.

Carrying heavy shackles, dancing in shackles, but not enjoying even the slightest bonus.

Including what his father said, the guests who are waiting in the training ground at this moment...

If he remembered correctly, according to the plot, it should be the head of the Meng family and his son, Meng Qinghe.

The Meng family and the Hang family are just separated by a stream, both of which are well-known families of cultivators in Huawu City. Get angry.

In the original book, the head of the Meng family came here this time mainly to show off that his son has won the test quota of the Galaxy Sect and is about to go to the best sect in the Southern Continent to practice.

He boasted that his son was unique in heaven and earth, and Hang Tian was dissatisfied, so he naturally wanted to find Hang Xiao, his own son, and let him compete with Meng Qinghe.

"A boring fight, a pure waste of resources."

Hang Shih curled his lips, and counted with his fingers: "Meng Qinghe is already at the peak of the eighth rank, and I just entered the eighth rank. According to this, I should be beaten up by him, my face will be dull, and then I will work hard to practice. In the future Slap back?"

"When I was young, you forgot, this is a novel that does not abuse the master."

"so?"

"So there is no need for the future, you can rub Meng Qinghe under your feet now, it's more refreshing to beat the face by leapfrogging - the plot has finally begun, enjoy the bonus of Long Aotian's role for the first time, do you look forward to it?"

The sun is shining brightly, warmly sprinkled on the eyebrows and eyes, like drinking a cup of hot tea into the throat, and the refreshing fragrance is also blowing in the wind.

Bathed in the brilliant spring, Hang Xiao lazily moaned.

Invincible protagonist, invincible world.

How lonely.

At the same time, he gently pushed open the door leading to the martial arts arena.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was slowly opened, and a man in Tsing Yi turned his head when he heard the sound, revealing half of his face.

The sun shone through his long tied-up hair, and the bridge of his handsome nose was covered with a faint golden light.

Literary and artistic, the face is cut like a knife, the eyebrows are chiseled, the eyes are deep, and the heroic spirit is compelling.

In layman's terms, it's called so handsome that people can't close their legs.

025 subconsciously thought: "Damn it."

Sure enough, when he looked back, his host, Hang Xiao, was already in disarray, leaning against the door in a panic, dragging the creaking wooden door back and forth.

"Teacher 025!"

Hang Shi covered his flushed cheeks with his right hand, but his eyes were shining, as if they were about to drip.

"I, I, I...I don't want to defeat him, I want to be rubbed against the ground by him!"

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, so many familiar cuties, I love you all~

感谢在2020-03-2515:47:42~2020-03-2617:20:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 eye;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: mint tea grass, return to the fish, Chongming Jingyuan, 1 Xuanxuanxujing;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：风过无痕40瓶；hai~20瓶；身在非酋15瓶；何幸10瓶；李白不太白5瓶；追风筝3瓶；至岸.2瓶；崇明敬渊、筱筱、笑笑爱笑1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!