Poultry world leader

Lang Junxian's face was dark.

He carefully lifted Bai Maomao up and hugged him in his arms.

"Mao Mao."

Bai Maomao was so burned that he lost his mind, he only felt a cool and comfortable breath approaching him, and instinctively entangled him, his hot body rubbed against the cool cloth.

Lang Junxian's eyes sank, and with a wave of his hand, he closed the bedroom door.

With the door closed, the air in the room became more sticky, and the temperature seemed to rise, even breathing was scorching hot.

Bai Maomao rubbed against the cold cloth for a while, his hot body covered the clothes, but there was no trace of cooling, Bai Maomao moved unhappily, and continued to look for a cool place.

Lang Junxian was pushed away by him in disgust.

Lang Junxian: ...

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he stretched out his hand to grab the writhing man into his arms again.

Except for a small trouser top, Bai Maomao was stripped off by himself.

His body is very white, and due to the effect of the medicine, it is faintly pink, and the part covered by the bag at the bottom of his trousers is standing upright vigorously.

Lang Junxian maliciously stretched out his hand and flicked it, Xiao Xiaobai trembled sensitively, a few drops of liquid spilled from his head, soaking a small piece of fabric.

"Well, it's so hot..."

Bai Mao Mao frowned uncomfortably, grabbed the bed with both hands, crumpling the sheets into a ball.

Lang Junxian's breathing was heavy, and Xiao Hei was in pain.

But not now.

He didn't want to ask for Bai Maomao under such circumstances.

Bai Maomao was held in his arms by his waist, feeling extremely uncomfortable, her thin white legs kicked in the air, and while kicking, she cried out, "Xiao Hei, I feel so uncomfortable, Xiao Hei..."

"Good boy," Lang Junxian pecked and kissed him on the face, then freed his hand to take off his remaining pants.

Xiao Xiaobai leaned out eagerly, raised his head and chest to Lang Junxian, his round mushroom head was wet and weeping pitifully.

The big rough hand covered it, first lovingly touched the head, and then slid on the wet liquid.

Bai Maomao hummed comfortably, looked at Lang Junxian's neck with his hands, and leaned softly in his arms to let him move.

Lang Junxian's eyes were slightly red, and he was panting with excitement. The boy was hugged in his arms, naked, and his fair body was pink, looking very delicious, like a peeled peach, juicy.

It was the first time for Bai Maomao, and soon Lang Junxian's superb driving skills were disarmed, and the white milk was caught by Lang Junxian, and spread bit by bit on his smooth body.

After going out once, Bai Maomao finally regained consciousness, saw Lang Junxian's face in a daze, and smiled at him

Xiao Xiaohei was made even harder by the laugh, and poked hard on his buttocks, Bai Maomao moved uncomfortably, trying to escape.

But the effect of the medicine is very strong, before Bai Maomao recovers, Xiaobai started to make a fuss again

Lang Junxian: ...

Bai Maomao began to whine again and said that he was uncomfortable, Lang Junxian was more uncomfortable than him, but what can be done, Xiao Hei is also very desperate.

When Bai Maomao woke up, he felt a little fluttery all over.Especially imaginary.

He sat up with his hands propped up, and the quilt covering his body slid off, and his white body was covered with little strawberries.

White Maomao: ...

He touched his little chrysanthemum reflexively. The little chrysanthemum was well and closed shyly, and it did not turn into a sunflower.Bai Maomao breathed a sigh of relief.Although he was also looking forward to having sex with Xiao Hei, no one would wish that the little chrysanthemums behind him would change when they woke up after a nap.

Bai Maomao scratched his face, Lang Junxian was still sleeping, he relaxed his movements and lifted the quilt to look at his body, and saw long and short scratches all over the honey-colored body, obviously, they were scratched by fingernails.

Bai Maomao covered him with the quilt a little guilty.

Then try to think back to what happened last night.

I couldn't think about it, the memory of last night was like a small movie, and all of them came out, hugging Xiao Hei's neck and moaning and saying more, legs wrapped around Xiao Hei's waist and refused to get off, and Xiao Hei The picture of black eating little white...

It's too dirty to see.

Bai Mao Maotou hammered his head, lay down again, closed his eyes and pretended that he was still asleep, but in fact he was a little embarrassed and a little scared.

My boyfriend masturbated me all night with both hands and mouth, and it still hurts to think about it, and I don't know if Xiao Xiaohei is okay, or if he is suffocated.

Xiao Xiaohei, who had been holding back all night, didn't break down, but went abnormal.

As soon as Bai Maomao got into Xiao Hei's arms, he felt a strong sense of existence.Xiao Xiaohei slammed straight on his thigh.

Bai Mao Mao smiled guilty, "You're awake."

Lang Junxian opened his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

Bai Maomao felt that his eyes were green, and suddenly became more bleary, so he could only comfort himself that it was an illusion.

However, the perverted Lang Junxian would not let him go, so Bai Maomao had to eat breakfast in bed, sausage and milk.

The sausage was long and thick and the milk was thick.

Bai Maomao was a little stuffed.

It was already noon when the two got up.

Bai Maomao's lips were bright red, and a little torn, but Lang Junxian had a gluttonous face.

When you're full, get down to business.

He was unhappy after eating too much white maomao sausage, so he wanted to find some unhappiness, and Lang Junning, who had been lying outside the house all night, bore the brunt of it.

Lang Junning was punched by Bai Maomao, and he was seriously injured. He lay on the ground overnight and couldn't move. Bai Maomao saw him as soon as he went out. Thinking of the overlord terms he promised, he suddenly became angry and threw He picked it up and beat him again.

Lang Junning lay on the ground half dead, breathing in but not out, like a rag doll.

Bai Maomao kicked him again in frustration.

Lang Junxian hugged him from behind, "Don't be angry, I'll take care of it, you go and eat something."

"..." Bai Maomao suddenly lost his appetite, what to do, it's all because of the sausage.

In the end, Bai Maomao didn't eat, and went to the main house with Lang Junxian.

Lang Junxian was walking towards the main house with the beaten Lang Junning in human form. Many servants saw it along the way and called for someone in a panic.

Mrs. Lang came over in a hurry when she received the news, and when she saw her son, she immediately jumped on him crying.

"Call the doctor, go call the doctor!"

The servants ran out in a swarm to invite a doctor, the bustle of the master's house was not so good-looking, and no one wanted to stay here.

When Lang Juntian heard the news, he put down what he was doing and rushed over.

Mrs. Lang went crazy when she saw him, "This is the good son you found. A bastard crawled on top of our mother and son. If something happens to Ningning, I won't live anymore."

Lang Juntian looked at his son on the ground, he didn't expect it to be so serious, "What's going on?"

"Tch." Bai Maomao sneered, "I, the sufferer, haven't even spoken yet, and you villains sued first?"

He let go of the coercion of the high-ranking monk, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Lang Juntian was shocked by his strength, and soon realized that things were not that simple.

Bai Maomao shook Lang Junxian's hand, motioned him to keep quiet, and began to talk about the cause and effect.

After hearing this, Lang Juntian was trembling with anger,

"evil creature!"

He looked at the mother and son with cannibalistic eyes, Mrs. Lang didn't even dry the tears on her face, she kept pushing her son back.

"That's the way it is. I didn't kill him on the spot to save face." Bai Maomao spread his hands,

"This matter is my fault, Mr. Bai taught me a lesson." Lang Juntian gritted his teeth and wiped his son's ass, his face was dark.

Bai Mao Mao raised his chin arrogantly, "For Jun Xian's sake, I'll let him off this time..."

Mrs. Lang was overjoyed, and before she had time to be happy, Bai Maomao continued, "Don't let me see him in the future, otherwise it won't be the result."

Lang Juntian was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Don't worry, Mr. Bai, I will let the evil obstacles go to retreat."

Mrs. Lang wanted to argue, but was stopped by Lang Juntian's cold eyes. She covered her face, tears flowed from her fingers, she vaguely knew that Lang Junning really couldn't hide this time.

The servant quickly brought the doctor over and moved the unconscious Lang Junning to another place.

Lang Junqi, who took a step later, stood at the door in a daze, his expression changed several times, and finally he lowered his eyes, put away the emotions on his face, and helped Mrs. Lang who was sitting on the ground to leave.

A farce ended like this.

After Lang Junning recovered from his injury, he was forcibly closed to death. Mrs. Lang shed tears all day long. Although Lang Junqi was still fine, Lang Juntian's attitude towards him was obviously much worse.

People outside heard the news, and expressed their favor to Lang Junxian one after another. There are only three children in the Lang family. The position of Patriarch will fall on Lang Junxian's head.

No matter how much discussion there is outside, Bai Maomao and Lang Junxian still live happily in the two-person world. Since Bai Maomao lost his temper last time, the attitude of Lang's family towards him has become more respectful, and the treatment of the two has also improved. up a notch.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the bitter cold wind can blow people's bones to crisp. Bai Maomao can't stand the weather, so he doesn't go out at all, and stays in the heated room all day long.

There is heating in the room, Bai Maomao is wearing thin pajamas, stepping on the carpet with bare feet, his face is flushed by the heating.

He held a wooden box in his hand and looked up and down.

"Who do you think sent this?"

"Open it and have a look." Lang Junxian had no choice but to open the box and see what was inside, so he knew who gave it to him.

"But this is for you."

"What's mine is yours," Lang Junxian didn't answer his criticism, "Open it and have a look."

Bai Maomao pursed his lips, and opened the box. Inside the box lay a red tail feather. The bright red color was like a flowing flame. The tail of the feather was shaped like an eye, and golden patterns were dotted around it.

"This is Phoenix Feather?" Bai Maomao was surprised.

Lang Junxian was also surprised, he didn't expect this to be in the box.

"Who sent this?"

"I don't know," Bai Maomao shook his head, "The butler said that the person who delivered the things left quickly without mentioning his name."

"Call the housekeeper to ask."

The butler soon came over, he was just an ordinary person, he was called over by Lang Junxian suddenly, and faced with the coercion of two high-ranking monks alone, he was a little trembling.

"Second Young Master, Young Master Bai, what are your orders?"

Lang Junxian observed the butler's expression with a good eye, "Who sent this wooden box?"

"It's a young man. He said he was your friend." The butler was relieved when he heard that he was asking this question, and said it clearly.

The man who came to deliver the box was very young, he looked less than 30 years old, he was dressed in black, he didn't look like an ordinary person, he looked... what did he look like?The housekeeper tried his best to remember, but suddenly found that he didn't remember the other person's appearance at all.

The housekeeper broke out in a cold sweat at that time, "Forgive me, young master, I, I can't remember what that person looks like."

Lang Junxian and Bai Maomao looked at each other, but he didn't say anything, and let the scared two warring butlers go down first.

"Who do you say this person is?"

"It's hard to say," Lang Junxian shook his head, "Do you still remember the black phoenix you saw on the mountain?"

"There is also that time in Huangquan Bamboo Sea," Bai Maomao added, "and now the Phoenix Feather appears, does it have something to do with the ancient demon king?"

Lang Junxian remained silent, the demon king had long since disappeared, so was the phoenix phantom they saw twice a coincidence or was it intentional?And this phoenix feather, do you want to give it to yourself... or to Bai Maomao?

One mystery after another, they have too few clues.

Maybe you can ask your mother.

At the same time, Lang Junqi met a man in the restaurant. This man was very young, dressed in black, and smiled very kindly.

Lang Junqi has been neglected by his father a lot during this time, and Lang Junxian has taken over all the big and small matters of the Lang family. Although Lang Juntian has not officially announced the heir, everyone with a discerning eye knows that this candidate is Lang Junxian in all likelihood.

In the past few decades, Lang Junqi has been trained as an heir. He handles all the big and small matters of the Lang family. Although his qualifications are not good, his management ability is good. He also majored in management at university. In his hands, he has never made a big mistake.

He has been coming here all these years, but he never expected that Lang Junxian would snatch all his things as soon as he came back.

Lang Junqi gritted his teeth and threw the wine glass on the ground viciously. If his cultivation could improve, he would not have fallen to this point!

But it's useless to say anything now... Lang Junqi leaned weakly on the back of the chair.

"Young Master Lang, why should you be so self-pitying?"

The private room was very quiet, Lang Junqi deliberately asked the bodyguards to retreat, just wanting to be alone, but suddenly there was one more person.

"Who are you?" Lang Junqi looked at him warily.

The man in black raised his mouth, "It doesn't matter who I am, as long as Young Master Lang knows that I am someone who can help you."

"Can you help me?" Lang Junqi didn't believe him, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "How can you help me?"

The man in black still had a good temper. He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and put it on the table, "Eat it, and you will be able to ascend to the level of refining Qi and transforming into a god."

Lang Junqi's eyes widened, and he took a step forward unconsciously, but said in his mouth, "Why should I believe you?"

"Believe it or not, Young Master Lang will know if you try it." The man in black pushed the small porcelain bottle in front of him with a bewitching smile.

"Your conditions." Lang Junqi stared at the bottle intently, holding it tightly with both hands.

"I just want Young Master Lang to do me a little favor." The man in black helped him take off the bottle cap, and the strong fragrance of Dan filled the air, "Try?"

Lang Junqi hesitated and didn't answer.

The man in black smiled, capped the bottle, and put it in his arms, "Looks like Mr. Lang still needs time to think about it. I'll leave this elixir for Mr. Lang as a meeting gift. I'll wait for your good news in three days. "