IX Cultivation

The hot big hand coaxed Wan Ling to hold the huge penis as if teaching someone how to walk, and touched the place where the slightly oozing liquid stained a small water stain...

The young man's voice became deeper and deeper. He knelt beside the man with his knees apart, put one hand on Wan Ling's shoulder, and started to untie his belt with the other. He stared at the man's hand until his obscene pants were loose. Hanging between his legs, his unique penis sticks out and hits the man's hand...

"Wan Ling...just once..."

Ji Xi probably thought about this kind of thing for thousands of times, but actually she became a little eager even in her dream. Just the man's warm white palm on his crotch, such a clean hand The hand, as if it had been stained by him, evoked Ji Xi's twisted pleasure that had been hidden for a long time.

In the dream he created, he has everything he wants, but it is a pity that his level cannot reach that level at all. If so, just pulling Wan Ling into his dream is already reaching the limit, and now Letting a man consciously grasp his own desires exhausted his pitiful mortal mana, and by the way, blurred the edges of the dream...

But it doesn't matter, Ji Xi doesn't care about that, what he cares about is the present.

Now, Wan Ling can't see anything, but there's no need to look at it. What he is holding in his hand is Ji Xi's genitals, about [-] centimeters long, and he can barely hold it with one hand. The hair feels quite thick and there is no peculiar smell, but There was liquid flowing down the tip to his hand, he just held it, but he could feel the agitated mood of the owner of the penis, the desire beat like pinching someone's heart.

"Wan Ling, it's just a dream. The benefit of the agreement is this...help me get it out...just once."

Immortal Wan Ling has never masturbated himself, but touched other people's desires and helped Ji Xi. The demigod is full of barbed genitals and then gone.

This is not a question of dreaming or not, this matter itself should not exist.

At least Wan Ling didn't want his relationship with Ji Xi to become more strange. As for what Ji Xi thought, that had nothing to do with him.

Ji Xi, who is already like a mortal, will die after a hundred years, and will go through reincarnation one after another, but all spirits live forever. For the latter, the former is an existence that is more shallow than the little Lingshi. The kind of "passer-by" that I can't even think of when I look back occasionally.

I never thought that what I did on a whim would make this "passer-by" unhappy.

If Wan Ling still has mana and is annoyed, it is not important to attack, but there is no way to do it now, if he dares to stir up a little mana, he will find trouble for fear of trouble.

Compared with the Ji Xi in front of him, who he felt hadn't grown up, he was even more unable to communicate with. Compared with the two, Wan Ling had to endure it for the time being.

He said, "Ji Xi, I hate this."

The young man smiled wryly, his delicate and handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned. He stared at the man and was guided by him to move his hands of desire up and down, and then from the slender Seeing the long snow-white arm exposed after the man's clothes slipped with his hand, and finally the reddish lips that said rejecting him, he said:

"But I want to..."

Ji Xi has been thinking about it since she was 14 years old.

He thought about it long enough, and thought that Wan Ling knew a little bit about what he meant. After all, he had always been unobstructed in front of Wan Ling. Although he still had some rules, his speech was no different from that of a street rascal.

Ji Xi desperately wants to know everything about men, wants to divide all spirits into her own side, wants to stain the snow-white robes that men always wear, and then let the face that always hooks him be painted. Filled with his semen, the man's eyes that seem to be affectionate towards everyone are fixed and can only look at himself, and then look at what kind of body is wrapped under the layers of elegant clothes.

Are the two fleshy spots on the chest as tender and sensitive as he imagined, is the waist that is always bound by the belt so soft that he can easily break it, is the pair of legs that are wide open are all kinds of coquettish?

He can't help it, ever since Ji Xi 'grew up', whenever he sees Wan Ling, he always thinks about these disgusting and nasty things, resulting in a long period of time, Ji Xi is full of loathing for himself, more than when he hated being incompetent when he was young My own is even worse.

Is it because of what?

Maybe it's just because he can't see that the prince's trash has good things, so he deliberately wants to take them away one by one. Right, status, and favor are all things now.

But Ji Xi has never seen a man who is more beautiful than Wan Ling.

Humans are naturally incomparable to goblins, but even his mother's old goblin was incomparable in its heyday, which is very special.

But this special person saved him on his own initiative, but didn't care about him, damn it!

Ji Xi moved Wan Ling's hand faster and faster, her breath became quicker, her strong chest heaved and fell, and sweat slid down that sexy Adam's apple, hiding in the skirt of her clothes...

Ji Xi felt the supreme pleasure brought to him by the man, and when she hummed and wanted to release it, she pinched herself mercilessly, made her desire sluggish for a moment, and then continued to hold the man to him. Said soft hands to help him move.

He couldn't bear to end it so soon.

Even more reluctant to let Wan Ling die.

I don't know how long it took, but Wan Ling's hands were full of greasy touch, including his own sweat and that unknown secretion. When Ji Xi finally released it, the cool liquid sprayed on his face. , Wan Ling's whole body was shocked, disbelief suddenly spread in his heart, and then he struggled fiercely, opened his eyes, but saw only the empty light-colored bed curtain, and there was no second person around.

No matter what, Wan Ling knew that he came out of such a dream anyway. He got up from the bed, put on a plush robe, lit a candle, and the orange light suddenly illuminated a small area. With this light, Wan Ling looked at his right hand. Although there was no foreign object on it, he still pursed his lips. Immediately, he took the candlestick to wash his hands in the beautiful porcelain jar filled with water in the yard. The candlestick Placed in a leeward corner, swaying lamp beans.

Wan Ling washed for a long time, and when the water surface in the tank returned to calm, Wan Ling looked at his own reflection from inside, remembering that in the dream, it seemed that his face was covered all over, and because his lips were slightly parted, it seemed that there was still some liquid. Just go straight into the mouth...

slightly fishy...

Immortal Wan Ling was stunned for a second, and then began to wash his face with water in his hands, the water was splashed everywhere, and his long hair slipped into the water little by little, completely unaware that at this moment, standing opposite him Pulled out from the dreamland, the still invisible Dragon Lord.

Long Jun's eyes were dark and cold.

058-059. I'm Pursuing You

The national teacher Hubi died.

On the second day of the new year, when it reached Emperor Huan En's ears, it was said that the corpse of the national teacher Gubi was rotten.

It was discovered by the little eunuch at the National Teacher's Mansion. He said that it was high in the sun, and there was no response when he called the National Teacher to get up. He was puzzled for a long time before he dared to go in. Who knew that the ground was full of water stains, and his clothes were stained when he stepped in. The corners are everywhere, it's just strange, when I looked up, I saw the national teacher sitting cross-legged on the bed, bleeding from all seven orifices, and covered with leeches!

Those are the evil spirits in the water, one by one, they are attached to the skin of the national teacher, sucking the blood of the national teacher, each of them swells to the point of transparency, as if it can explode with a poke.

The little eunuch screamed in horror and ran out, but kicked on the threshold and fell down, screaming with a bruised nose and swollen face, so the story spread like this.

"It is said that it is an evil spirit again. This evil spirit is not even afraid of cultivators. I am afraid that it will not be safe in the palace in the future."

Prince Ji Jue had dinner in Wan Ling's mansion. After the meal, he played jade Go with the man while talking about the strange things he had seen in the morning. When he was sitting cross-legged, one hand rested lightly on his knees and the other twisted the chess piece. Quite majestic, the sound of falling is clear and loud.

"Sir, you haven't seen the appearance of the national teacher when he was carried out. No, sir, it's better not to look at it. I'm afraid you will have nightmares, sir." There was a helpless smile on the prince's handsome face, as if he really I was disgusted by the scene at that time, and I didn't want to harm all spirits.

Immortal Wan Ling lowered her eyes, holding Bai Zi's fingernails showing a color more moist than white jade, slightly pink, and blocked the Prince's chess piece with a 'pop', and said: "I won't have nightmares. "

Men really don't have nightmares, except yesterday's.

The man felt that he had seen enough horror and bloody scenes or scenes that made goosebumps fall three times, so he couldn't empathize with such a simple description of Ji Jue, and he didn't feel it at all.

After the prince heard Wan Ling's reply, he smiled loudly, the dimples at the corners of his mouth made him look innocent and handsome: "There is no one who doesn't have nightmares, sir, you are just joking."

Wan Ling stopped talking and focused on the chessboard. He was about to win.

Sure enough, after a few moves, Prince Ji Jue embarrassedly conceded defeat, and took the initiative to clean up the chessboard, while moving, saying: "Sir, why don't you ask me why I'm so leisurely?"

"Other people are busy with Father, I'm the only one who is free..."

Wan Ling drank the warm tea next to him, and as soon as he opened the tea cover, a little smoke radiated the fragrance of the tea, and there was a tender flower petal floating on the surface of the tea. Glancing at the prince, he said, "Then why is Ah Jue so leisurely?"

Ji Jue took all the 'eyes' thrown at him by the man and remained silent.