Thousand Lantern Night

With the words of Zhendan, Xiaohua didn't ask any more questions.Firstly, we knew that he would not say any more, and secondly, with Xiaohua's meticulousness, it was not very difficult to use the method of elimination to determine the target among our group.

After confirming that the snow mountain grass is above the snow valley where we are camped, Que Dan seems to be very confident in finding the entrance to the mausoleum, and seems to feel a lot more relieved.Soon the camp quieted down, and everyone went to bed, ready to recharge their energy for a new day.

I was about to pull up the zipper of the tent when Fengying poked his head in from the outside, took a look at me, and then dragged a sleeping bag and got in arrogantly.The sleeping bag fell next to me with a bang, and Feng Ying sat on it and began to take off his coat.I went "ah", "what are you doing?"

Feng Ying nodded solemnly, "Sleep with you. Master Hua'er said, if I can't look down on you anymore, I will punish myself with twenty slaps next time."

I said "ah", Xiaohua's trick is too cruel.Just now I caused Feng Ying to be beaten, and I already feel very guilty, if there is another time, I will have to slap myself to appease Feng Ying's grievance.In order not to let him be punished, it seems that the only way is for me to keep my place.I looked at the overcrowded tent, but didn't say anything with that face, so I got into my sleeping bag and let Fengying do it.

Soon drowsiness came and I wanted to fall asleep.But the hand that was bitten by the snow mountain grass just now was still very sore, and the soreness became more and more obvious, gradually spreading to the whole body.I felt very uncomfortable, and I started to break out in a cold sweat. The half-asleep feeling was really tormenting.I turned over, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, and vaguely heard the wind eagle rustling there, and then he unzipped and got out of the tent, and then got in again, making a terrible noise.

I covered my ears with my hands, and said to him in a daze and angrily, "What are you doing while you're sleeping, can you calm down for a while? It's so noisy!"

There was a soft chuckle from behind, and then a hand reached out and scooped me up from the sleeping bag.I turned my head and stared at Fengying in annoyance, "What the hell are you doing!"

Unexpectedly, the person behind was not Fengying, but Pokerfinger.I was completely woken up, and with a "ha", I asked, "Why is it you, brother? Where is Fengying?"

Poker bottle couldn't help but start to take off my clothes. He lifted my jumper and took it off from my head. Then he took off my vest.He looked up at me and said, "You like sleeping with him?"

What?I couldn't react at all, and subconsciously shook my head.This stuffy oil bottle always speaks without thinking, and when listening to him, he always has to understand half and guess half.He finished taking off my top, and reached for my belt again, "Take off my pants, too."

Ah!I subconsciously protected the belt head, thinking to myself, what are you doing, somehow, you came here in the middle of the night to do this kind of thing.I looked at him puzzled, "Brother, what are you doing? It will be cold to sleep naked." And if something happens in the middle of the night, I can't run wildly on the snowy mountain in briefs.

Poker bottle glanced at me lightly, that super calm look made my heart tighten, and I wanted to curl up subconsciously.The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he said, "Let me help you see if there are any abnormalities on your body. The snow mountain grass is indeed highly poisonous."

Now I understood, and he was probably also surprised that I didn't show any signs of poisoning after being bitten by the snow mountain grass.Or he was worried that there would be some follow-up reactions, but whatever it was, it meant that he was worried about me.At that moment, my joy was gone. Although he had no memory about me, he was still very careful with me as before.

I spontaneously took off my trousers with great ease, and Poker told me to lie down. Then, holding the kerosene lamp in his left hand, he pressed the two fingers of his right hand all over my body.I told him that apart from the soreness, everything else was fine. His brows kept furrowing, and his fingers began to move towards my lower body.

My skin was bristling with goosebumps in the cold air.Pokerfinger's fingers are even colder, I can clearly feel them moving bit by bit on my body, pressing, a very light and itchy feeling rises from my lower abdomen, and gradually I feel soreness on my body It has subsided a lot, but the hands and feet are itchy and weak.After a while, Poker-Face told me to turn over and lie on my stomach, and then he pressed my whole body again in the same way.I heard him "tsk", and I didn't know if the situation was good or bad, so I asked him, "Brother, how is it? Is there a problem?"

"No." Pokerfing replied, and told me to get dressed, "I'll take a look at it for you tomorrow. If there's no problem within three days, then it should be all right."

I "oh" and sat up to get dressed.Poker-Face had a serious expression on his face. He sat motionless and hung the kerosene lamp on the top of the tent.I always thought it was weird to put on clothes under his gaze, so I wanted to put on my pants first.I slipped my legs into the leg of my trousers, stood up and pulled them up.Because it is in a tent, I can't stand very straight, so I can only bend over to get a height.As a result, I bumped my head against the kerosene lamp and stepped on my trousers with one foot.With such a trip, I threw my whole body towards the Poker Bottle, throwing him to the ground all at once.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I was so embarrassed that I wanted to get up quickly.

Usually, if a person wants to get up on his stomach, he can only support his body with his palms and knees at the same time.So when I used my hands to support it, I accidentally touched a hard protrusion on the body of Poker Bottle.Poker bottle has a lot of muscle mass, if I touched his abdominal muscles, it would be normal.But the way that thing sticks out of his body tells me it's definitely not his abs, or anything else.

At present, I am bare-chested, my pants are hanging on my crotch, half of my butt is exposed, and I am holding another man's dick in my hand. If the location is a hotel or a club, you can imagine what will happen in the next scene.Fortunately, the other party is a stuffy bottle of oil who has always been as calm as water. Besides, based on my judgment of him, the degree of his lack of desire and desire can show that he may not understand what it means at all.

However, the facts tell me that it's just that I'm too optimistic, and I think too purely about Poker Bottle.A man who responds physiologically to my naked body, I think he is just a little sheep.

I let go of my hand as if I had been hit by an electric baton, and got up in a hurry, not caring that my knee hit his abdomen.But as soon as I moved, Poker-Face suddenly exerted force all over his body.I thought he was going to kick me away, but he turned over and pinned me down!

My back slammed onto the sleeping bag, and stars shot out in front of my eyes.Before I could react, I felt my lips were blocked by something cool.Until the slightly cool touch became hot, I opened my eyes and found that Poker Face's face was completely attached to mine, and only his eyes were left in my sight.

I!Who the hell will tell me what's going on!My mind was in a mess, some were shocked, some were inexplicable, and some were intuition that I should push him away.My subconscious reaction, however, took me by surprise.I quickly hugged his neck with my hands, and then warmly moved my lips towards him.Feeling his tongue sticking into my mouth, I stuck out my tongue to wrap around him not to be outdone.We were biting desperately as if we wanted to tear each other apart, as if to snatch the oxygen in each other's mouths.

Pokerfing's cold hands eagerly rubbed my body, then reached directly to my crotch and pulled down my pants.His hand was pressed against the place where I was gaining momentum through a thin layer of fabric, which made me shiver suddenly.But then I took the initiative to straighten my waist and let myself rub back and forth in his hand.

Poker bottle gasped, his eyes suddenly became radiant, like a beast seeing its prey.He lifted his upper body and quickly took off his clothes, then took my hand and pressed it on his belt.I unconsciously helped him unbutton his pants until I felt his hot thing rub against my buttocks.

I no longer remember how I came into his hand, until his two fingers dipped into my body with wet liquid, the kerosene lamp above my head gradually became clear to my eyes.I felt his fingers come in slowly, opening up my body as they twitched and twitched.At first I felt a little sad, I instinctively twisted my waist, but he gently held him down, "Don't move, Wu Xie."

Then he leaned down and kissed my lips, his voice was a little hoarse, "Relax."

When Poker Bottle squeezed in behind me, I finally couldn't help screaming, mother, this is murder!I felt like I was sawed from the middle by him. His saw blade was still very blunt, and he saw the same place over and over again.Poker Bottle sawed very hard, and every time I was hit by him, I couldn't help but hum from my throat, which made me feel like I was enjoying it.

The kerosene lamp kept flickering in my sight.

When the stuffy oil bottle was pulled out, I felt my body was empty, and I felt a little lost in my heart.I looked into his eyes resentfully, and thought, are you ready?As a result, he grabbed my wrist and pressed it against my head, and rushed in fiercely again.When I couldn't help opening my mouth to yell, he blocked my mouth in time and swallowed my cock.

There was only humming and chirping in the tent.

It wasn't until I was exhausted by his torment that Poker-Face finally stopped.I opened my mouth and panted heavily, and saw in a dazed way under the thin layer of sweat on his chest, a blue-black unicorn baring its teeth and claws at me.I blinked, and this familiar scene suddenly appeared in my blank mind.After thinking about it, I remembered the painting in my own shop!Damn, no wonder I think the angle of the unicorn is so strange, it's actually seen from this angle!

I just wanted to smoke myself to death.

Poker bottle casually wiped himself with his clothes, then went out to get a basin of water.He washed me and we each got into our sleeping bags.My whole body felt as if I had been run over by a heavy locomotive, and my hands and feet were sore. Poker bottle half crawled over to help me smooth my hair, and said, "Go to sleep."

I let out a "huh" and automatically ignored the inexplicable why I did such a thing with him.

Poker Face slept next to me, and our sleeping bags were very close to each other.His head was resting on one arm, his forehead hair fell over his eyes, and he was fast asleep.I didn't feel sleepy, so I couldn't help but look at him curiously, thinking that I don't know how old this stuffy oil bottle is, and he looks so young, like a little boy.

Thinking about how many celebrities now go for facelifts and plastic surgery in order to keep their looks young, and dare to use any kind of vicious methods on themselves, it is really advantageous to look like this.However, when people get older, there will always be signs of aging. I don’t know what kind of situation is like in "not old people" like Poker Ping?

Thinking about it, I reached out and wanted to pinch him secretly, but before I touched his body, I heard him talking to me, "Wu Xie, you know that a man is inexplicably interested in another man's body, which means What?"

Then his eyes opened, staring straight at my face.For some reason, I felt as awkward as being caught and raped in bed, and I couldn't close my mouth after ah.He said in his heart that this damn stuffy bastard is pretending to be asleep again!Then I wanted to slap myself, what the hell was I thinking about just now!

I withdrew the outstretched hand, retracted myself into the sleeping bag and buried myself like an ostrich, pretending to smile relaxedly, "Hey brother, so you haven't fallen asleep."

He looked at me without saying a word, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards me, two oddly long fingers stretched directly towards my neck.I was terrified in my heart, and I said that you don't want to do it again.I couldn't help swallowing nervously, but I saw him grab the zipper of my sleeping bag with two fingers and unzip it neatly, then put his arms around me and dragged me over.

I stuck close to him sullenly, even though there was a layer of his sleeping bag in between, that posture was still very weird.It made my scalp tingle, as if I was sticking a thousand-year-old rice dumpling.

"Wu Xie, your waist is as thin as it looks." He pinched my waist twice with his hands and made a serious evaluation.

"Oh." I answered casually, and I thought the tone was weird.I was stunned for two seconds, and then I realized that when I was a student, I used to listen to a group of buddies discussing girls. Hey, XXX has such a thin waist, it must be very cool to hug.I said in my heart that this boring, dead-bodied oil bottle is silently looking at me with such a flirtatious look, it really deserves a fucking beating.

But thinking about what happened just now, I still feel a little weird.Poker bottle has no memory, but how could he accept such a thing as a matter of course?I think it is necessary for me to explain clearly to him, so that he will not blame me when he knows that men and men are not in line with the mainstream of society.But I didn't know how to say it, so I hesitated, "Little...brother, I am...that, a man."

Unexpectedly, he quickly said, "I know."

Huh?Surprised, I point out another fact, "That...that, you too, man."

He replied quickly, "I know."

I am completely speechless.Does he really know what it means? "..."

After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked me, "Wu Xie, do you care about this?"

I said in my heart that if I care, how can I always revolve around you.I asked him, "Do you care?"

He smiled slightly and said, "Wu Xie, I don't care that you are a man."

Hearing this, I felt a little nervous.If he just said I don't care, that would be an answer to my question.But he said he didn't care that I was a man.This sounded like a special meaning, as if he was telling me that because he liked me, he didn't care if I was a man or a woman.

I was so moved by my guess that I put my arms around him and said, "You don't care, and neither do I."

He lowered his head and looked at me quietly for a while, kissed me on the mouth, and actually smiled, "Why don't you do it again."