IX Cultivation

From the crevice of his buttocks, there were densely swarms of silk-like linear long worms, swimming in his skin, especially like to pile up in the deep crevice of the buttocks, swimming more fiercely with the stirring of the man's fingers.

"Ah! Hmm..." Wan Ling's finger pressed hard on the most sensitive bump of his own, trying to dispel the annoying stinging pain and the violent electric shock that accompanied it, but in the end it didn't The itching and pain of being bitten by a sensitive point drove away, but his whole body went limp, and he fell on his side on the bed sweating hotly, his avatar struggled to squeeze out a trace of lewd fluid, which turned purple, but could not be released.

The slowly accumulating pleasure and the desire to destroy the mind are gradually devouring the man's heart, and he has no way to stop, even if the abdominal pain from the fall just now is unbearable, and the cervix of the gestational sac is shivering and cramping, the man can't control it anymore.

When exactly did it start?

The Immortal Wan Ling remembered that it was probably the night when he came to settle here.

From that day on, at night, he couldn't control his body, the part of him that had been fucked to the point of rotting squirmed and opened and closed longing for something in his mouth, the great emptiness and pain that spread from his asshole to his entire body. Itchy and hot like the plague took root in him.

Wan Ling didn't let Long Jun know about this, because he suspected that the aphrodisiac liquid released in him by Tan Lang's roots would be effective forever, and he never thought that things were far from being as simple as they appeared on the surface.

The man doesn't want to have anything to do with that monster anymore, why does he have to influence and control him even after he's dead?He hates it.What's more, if this continues, he doesn't want such a dirty body anymore.

"Ah! Uh..." Wan Ling's back hole was torn apart by the original form of the greedy wolf that day. After eating the fruit given by the Dragon King, he recovered miraculously, but the inside was easier to be provoked than before. Stirring, it was a puddle of lewd water, if you wanted to stab a man so mercilessly, a large amount of lewd liquid would soon come out in an orgasm, like incontinence, the opening of the hole was released violently, soaking a large area of ​​the bed.

Maybe it was too much movement, or maybe Wan Ling's power was too weak to block his own voice. The voice of Lord Long and the crisp knock on the door sounded outside the house.

"Immortal, what's wrong with you...?"

Mr. Long was puzzled, he always felt that he could hear the whimpering sound outside the house, it lasted for a short time, it could be high or depressing, it was obviously that kind of extremely seductive voice, it happened for several nights in a row, and he was not rejected when he went up to ask. Allowed to go in, nothing to do.

nothing?

What's the matter?

Long Jun leaned against the door of the room in the changed small courtyard and listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything, but this did not prevent him from feeling the dry and hot factor in the air passing through the window and the crack of the door. Little by little, it seemed that he also began to feel a fire in his chest.

Ao Puppet tugged at the front of his shirt, loosely revealing the sexy collarbone and the beautiful lustrous chest below, his eyes covered with deep meaning, blurred in the moonlight.

Just now, he got past the questioning of his dragon horn by the Immortal of All Souls, and stayed quietly for a while, before the man said he was tired and wanted to rest, and went back to his room.

Naturally, Lord Long also has his own room, but he is neither sleepy nor tired, so whenever the man gets tired and returns to the room, he will guard the door, sometimes sitting on the roof, sometimes leaning against the window, when he has something to do. Like now, sitting at the door after asking unsuccessfully, watching the full moon.

Long Jun always feels that he is getting closer to what he wants, so the suffering he is suffering now is nothing at all, it is always much better than being far away, isn't it?

He likes this kind of life, where there are only him and the man, and the years will be quiet.

Under the cover of the night, Long Jun smiled as if he was a child. Even though the smile on the corner of his mouth was stiff and unnatural, it was still full of longing for the future. Looking at the moon, he suddenly remembered that he was sitting like this at that time. In front of a door, he guarded it for a long time, waiting for the people inside to open the door for him.

……

The moon, as bright as a jade plate, casts many tree shadows in the black soil. The tree shadows sway like ghosts with their teeth and claws. A little dragon nests outside a simple stone gate with a lotus leaf on its head. Benefactor, are you asleep? 】

[What would my benefactor want to eat tomorrow?Hmm... I think it's a small crab. My benefactor's eyes are always bright when he sees a small crab. 】

【Benefactor, are you asleep?Why don't you talk? ] Xiaolong swayed his unrestrained little tail, and slapped it on the ground, showing his good mood, 【Well, come and catch butterflies with me tomorrow, okay benefactor? 】

【Ah, sorry, did I quarrel with my benefactor again? 】I patted Xiaolong Fandudu's face, and immediately bounced it softly, and the voice immediately quieted down, 【Oh, I won't talk anymore, good night benefactor. 】

Xiaolong took off the big lotus leaf on top of his head, covered his body, and said 'good night' to himself.

112. The bubbling of happiness.

memory.

Actually the most unreal thing.

Most of the time, it will only let you remember the scenes you want to remember, the ones you don't like, the ones you hate, the ones that are not important, are always easily forgotten or tampered with.Sometimes, those vague things, when I think about it repeatedly, are far from the truth without knowing it.

For example, Mr. Long, his memory is all about the image of him quietly staying with the immortals to practice together, but he selectively forgets some cruel facts. Maybe he remembers them all, but compared with others, those bad ones Memories are not worth mentioning.

The Immortal of All Souls picked up a soft and fleshy little dragon in the stream, and let the little dragon follow him all afternoon, except for the Immortal of All Souls who said to himself faintly at the beginning, "Is it a dragon?" 'After that, I never spoke.

The man never intended to adopt Xiaolong. He just casually gave Xiaolong a baked rice ball, and Xiaolong followed him. From being cautious at first to becoming lively, he ran around, jumping like a little frog, catching Butterfly thought he was sleeping in front of his house.

The Immortal Wanling just came back from another place to this dense forest. He occupied a cave on the mountainside near the Fox Demon Mountain enchantment, and transformed it into a simple two-story small stone building. The stairs are outside, and the second floor is open-air. , covered with plants and flowers, it seems to be integrated with this dense forest, full of natural atmosphere.

The man opened the stone door early in the morning, and saw a small creature lying in front of the door, curled up together, with a red nose, beautiful eyelashes covered with morning dew, a short, stubby dragon Its tail was dragging on the ground, and a red dragonfly was parked on the tip of its golden hair glowing in the sun, flapping its transparent wings, and then suddenly flew away as if startled.

If anyone else saw such a picture, his heart would be softened, but Wan Ling didn't, he just felt that it was a little in the way, and he teleported past Xiaolong in the next second, and then left.

The days of Wan Ling's practice are very boring, the kind of boring day after day, but Wan Ling can only meditate for half a year or even several years, it doesn't feel like a long time.

A man’s day is very simple, walk around, find a place he likes to practice, eat whatever he wants in the evening, and then go back. Men who have cultivated to Nine-Tails basically don’t need to eat, drink and rest, but Wan Ling always continues the same way as before. work and rest.

Today is different, he just walked a few steps, behind him there was a child's voice of "呵呀", and then the sound of running "咔咔哒". A little guy ran to his side with a big smile and looked at him Say [good morning, benefactor. 】

The one who followed was Xiaolong who was still holding his own lotus leaf quilt. After he sneezed, he said, "Senpai, where are you going now?" 】

[Ao Puppet almost didn't get up, benefactor call me next time, I'm very capable, I can do many things. 】

Xiaolong felt that he could help, so he followed behind the man, looking up at Wan Ling, feeling very happy, and always put the big lotus leaf on his chest to cover it up intentionally or unintentionally. I don't have the small body to wear clothes.

He followed the man for a long time, sometimes looking at the man's sleeves that were blown up by the wind, and sometimes at the man's toes protruding from under the hem of his clothes. When he reached a small waterfall, Xiaolong curiously asked [Benefactor, what are you doing? 】He watched the man stepping lightly on the water to the bottom of the small waterfall, bent over slightly, and the wide sleeves slid down in an instant, revealing a snow-white forearm.

He saw the man's beautiful hands scoop up the water and sprinkle it on his face, the water droplets suddenly dispersed and dripped into the water along the man's chin.

The water wet the man's thin clothes, and the two light red spots on the chest and the straight legs were immediately outlined, making Xiao Longjun who was holding the big lotus leaf blinked, and immediately wanted to look away, but there was nothing. Moved away, just jumped into the water with a 'plop', swam to Wan Ling's side, stood under the small waterfall with his head up, let the water hit his little face, and began to wash his face violently.

The little things around him should not be too loud. The man originally planned to take the route of ignoring, but in the end he still felt that the little things around him were not usually attracting attention.

——If you wash your face like this, your face will be swollen.

The man was thinking silently, but he was just thinking about it. He didn't touch Xiaolongjun like yesterday. The man didn't want to touch anyone anymore, so he used spells to dry his clothes while walking away, without the slightest preparation for making a sound. Go to the place where you have been going these days to practice.

The naked little dragon meets the man in the water curtain