Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Fu Mingxu walked out of the delivery room step by step, and then he disappeared into the night.

He looked up at the moon disk hanging in the sky, listened to the lively chirping of insects, and walked slowly on a path that was slippery because of the rain during the day, and walked to a stream where he once played with his daughter .

There used to be a clump of dogtail grass by the stream. If he was sitting by the stream fishing, his daughter would pick the dogtail grass and rub the furry tip against his exposed nape and cheeks. Sometimes, the daughter got playful. , and even stuck the dogtail grass into his back.

He was not willing to get angry with his daughter, let her play tricks, and begged her for mercy with a smile.

But now the dogtail grass has disappeared. Sitting by the stream, he can see stream stones of different sizes and shapes through his feet.

He sat by the stream for a long time, then stood up again, and went to the field. Mulberry trees had been planted in this field when his daughter was young, and every time the mulberries matured, he would carry his daughter to pick them.

The daughter picked mulberries with her small hands and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and he freed up a hand to pick the mulberries and feed them to his daughter.

Both father and daughter ate until their lips, jaws and skirts were covered with purple-black juice.

But now the mulberry tree was gone, and he wandered on the ridge for a long time before returning home.

As soon as the door was opened, there was silence in the house.

He walked into his room, intending to pick up the rattle beside the pillow, but failed, so he could only look at it carefully.

He bought this rattle in Fuqu City when his daughter was just born. After he bought it, he put it in his daughter's hand, but she refused to let go.

It is quite difficult for the small hands to hold the overly large rattle, and when it falls, it will cry.

It's a pity that he was too incompetent to earn any money, and most of his wages were used to buy soup and medicine for his daughter, so the rattle became his daughter's only toy.

He stood by the bed, recalling all the past events between himself and his daughter, but in the end, he found helplessly that the past between him and his daughter was so pitifully small that it was enough for him to recall the past with just a cup of tea.

He chewed on those precious past for a while, and then walked out of the room.

He has not drank human blood for many days, and he has no body to speak of.

Therefore, without opening the door, he was able to enter his mother's room.

Mother has fallen asleep, and the wrinkles on her face have stretched out.

His mother was ten years older than her actual age. He remembered that her mother's hair turned gray the night she heard that he killed his wife and her daughter was sexually assaulted.

Because of killing two people, he was imprisoned in the death row of the county government. According to the law, visiting the prison was not allowed, but his mother knelt down and kowtowed in front of the jailer. The jailer softened and let his mother in. .

As soon as his mother came in, she first asked him why he wanted to kill someone, and after hearing him explain the reasons behind it, his mother said: "Good job."

As soon as he looked into his mother's eyes, he knew that his mother was lying. His mother didn't think that the lives of those two people could be equal to his own, but her mother praised him for killing well in order to comfort him.

Holding on to the fence, he entrusted the four and a half year old Ayin to his mother, and said to his mother, "There is a pot of copper coins hidden under my bed, remember to take it out."

His mother agreed immediately, but when he came back after being summoned, he found that there was not a single copper coin in the pot missing.

At that time, the jailer was pressing hard, and my mother went out quickly.

He seldom had a long heart-to-heart conversation with his mother, but on this day, he couldn't say enough, as if thousands of words were trying to rush out of his throat.

His mother turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly, he knew that his mother was crying, the always strong mother was crying because of his unfilial son.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Not only can he not provide for his mother's old age, but he also has to trouble his mother to collect his body.

He once thought what would happen if he didn't kill the two of them impulsively?

But anything in the world will never start again. He was stained with human life and blood, which is an ironclad fact and cannot be changed.

And his daughter has been treated like this, how can he vent his anger if he doesn't kill the enemy with his hands?

Staring at his mother's receding figure, he also cried.

Later, I don't know how many days and nights later, after eating a not-so-rich farewell meal, he was escorted to Caishikou and beheaded.

There were a lot of spectators that day, noisy and noisy, occasionally laughing, and more pointing, but he could only see his mother.

His mother was obviously full of grief, but she smiled kindly at him.

He kowtowed three times to his mother, and then his head was beheaded by the executioner. The executioner's technique was neat, and the moment his body and head were separated, he didn't have time to feel the pain, and his head rolled off.

He did not rest in peace, his wide-open eyes saw the blood spraying from his own cavity.

His head rolled over his own blood, and his face and hair were stained with blood. After rolling for a while, he was hugged by his mother rushing out from the crowd.

The mother's embrace was very warm, and the mother brushed away the messy hair covering his eyebrows and eyes with her fingers, and wiped off the blood on his face, but the fingers were very rough.

Afterwards, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, his mother involuntarily cut the back of his hand with a dagger, put the back of her hand against his lips and said, "Drink."

He knew about the soul-calling well, but he didn't expect his mother to use the soul-calling well to call back his soul.

His mother has paid a lot for him, how can he let go?

He immediately shook his head and said: "I won't drink, mother, don't worry about me."

Mother persuaded: "If you don't drink, isn't the previous strength of being a mother in vain? And don't you want to watch Ah Yin grow up?"

Hearing his mother mention his daughter, he felt both guilty and remorseful. The guilty part was that he could not grow up with his daughter, and the remorse was that he did not take good care of her daughter, causing her to suffer undue harm.

He thought for a while, and finally drank the blood his mother fed him.

Since then, every three days, he has to drink a big mouthful of blood to keep his soul alive.

For more than ten years, his mother, who was originally strong, was dragged down by him and became thin and pale.

Now that his soul is going to return to the underworld, does he know if his mother's body may come back?

In the past few days, all the silver he earned from being a sugar maker in the street has been hidden in his mother's sewing box.

I hope my mother will buy some food for herself after discovering those silver taels.

He looked at his mother, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Mother, Ah Yin gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins. The two babies look very cute on the third day of the child's birthday. Please take a look for me, and then give birth to the twins." I'll give you a hug, I'm leaving, so take care."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, but he didn't know that tears were streaming from his mother's tightly closed eyes.

He walked to the door of Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi's room, and called softly: "Miss Feng, Mr. Jiang."

After a while, the door opened, both of them were dressed in obscene clothes, Jiang Wuqi was holding on to the candlestick, upon seeing him, Feng Rugui asked, "Ah Yin gave birth to the baby successfully?"

He replied excitedly: "A Yin gave birth to a pair of twins, and the three of them are safe."

Feng Rugui happily said: "That's good."

Jiang Wuqi looked at Fu Mingxu's almost transparent body, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Fu Mingxu nodded and said: "Well, I'm leaving. Ah Yin has a pair of children, and he will never die again. I killed them and I will go to hell to atone for my sins. But even if I am in hell, I will still wish my mother, Ah Yin and her two grandchildren live long lives."

Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "You killed two people, but there was a reason for the incident, and the King of Hades will definitely try it impartially. Maybe it won't be long before you can be reincarnated."

Fu Mingxu thanked Jiang Wuqi, then looked at Jiang Wuqi and Feng Rugui and said, "I wish you and your wife grow old together and grow old together."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi subconsciously looked at Feng Rugui, Feng Rugui did not deny that they were husband and wife as before, but smiled clearly: "Mr. Fu, you came here to say goodbye to us, but what else do you want? Confession?"

Fu Mingxu stared deeply at his mother's tightly closed door and said, "I'm leaving now. If you have time, can you stay with my mother for a few more days?"

Feng Rugui replied: "I understand, Wuqi and I will stay here with Madam for three days."

Fu Mingxu bowed to the two of them and said, "Thank you, husband and wife."

After all, Fu Mingxu walked towards the gate unhurriedly, and when he was ready to go out, he saw the black and white impermanence waiting outside the door.

Black and White Wuchang arrested him with iron chains, led him to visit the Earth Temple, and then went to Huangquan.

Fu Mingxu's figure quickly disappeared into the night, just like he had traveled through the night and returned to this home not long ago.

But this home is no longer his home, and he will never come back.

Feng Rugui looked at the direction where Fu Mingxu disappeared, threw himself into Jiang Wuqi's arms, and said sadly, "It's not me and you that my aunt needs. In fact, our company is not important at all to my aunt."

"You're right." Jiang Wuqi closed the door, stroking Feng Rugui's back, and placed the candlestick on the table, "It's only an ugly moment, let's sleep for a while."

"Hold me back to the bed." Feng Rugui hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist, with a pair of red lips attached to Jiang Wuqi's Adam's apple, as soon as he spoke, he would lightly hit that defenseless Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple trembled unbearably, forcing Jiang Wuqi to be at a loss for what to do. He calmed down for a moment before hugging Feng Rugui back on the bed.

As soon as Jiang Wuqi put him on the bed, Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand.

Jiang Wuqi asked suspiciously, "What are you doing with the poor man's hand?"

Feng Rugui stared at Jiang Wuqi seriously: "I'm afraid you will leave too."

Jiang Wuqi laughed and said, "The poor are still alive, and they won't leave."

Feng Ru returned to his face and said: "Don't talk about life and death, it's too unlucky."

Jiang Wuqi immediately apologized and said, "It's the fault of the poor."

Feng Rugui raised his hands from Jiang Wuqi's right hand little by little, as if a climbing vine was about to wrap around the support tightly.

His fingertips had already touched Jiang Wuqi's shoulder, and then he straightened up and bit the cartilage connecting Jiang Wuqi's collarbone and shoulder.

He gnawed on the cartilage, and then turned to Jiang Wuqi with burning eyes and said, "As long as you are still alive, won't you leave?"

Jiang Wuqi stroked Feng Rugui's hair all over his body, and said, "Isn't it too unlucky for you to talk about life and death just now?"

Feng Rugui knew that Jiang Wuqi couldn't agree to this matter, so he didn't get to the bottom of it, but he was extremely disappointed in his heart. He opened his mouth to loosen the piece of cartilage, and loosened the hands attached to Jiang Wuqi's right hand, and lay down on his body. Go, close your eyes, and said lightly: "Sleep."

Then, he calmed down, lying upright, and ignored Jiang Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi didn't know why Feng Rugui changed his appearance at all, so he lay down and tentatively hugged Feng Rugui into his arms.

Feng Rugui really couldn't resist Jiang Wuqi's warm embrace, so he obediently buried his head in Jiang Wuqi's arms, and then absorbed Jiang Wuqi's breath insatiably.

Jiang Wuqi smelled of scriptures, which he liked very much.

He concealed his disappointment and ordered himself to sleep quickly.

It's good to go to sleep, and when he wakes up, that disappointment will be left behind by him, no, that disappointment will definitely be left behind by him.

His thoughts became dizzy as he wished, but a gentle voice came to his ears at this moment: "It's like returning home, as long as the poor man is still alive, the poor man will not leave."

These few words, to Yu Feng Rugui's words, were resounding, with the snap of his fingers, his drowsiness faded away, he raised his eyes soberly, and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "Are you serious?"

Jiang Wuqi nodded and said, "A poor man never speaks falsely."

This Jiang Wuqi probably doesn't know that these words to him are no different from promises for life?

Even if it's not about love.

If he could really have Jiang Wuqi by his side for the rest of his life, his life would indeed be considered complete.

His eyes were shining brightly, he couldn't help but lower his head, and kissed Jiang Wuqi's lips.

Jiang Wuqi is gentle by nature, and Jiang Wuqi's lips are also soft. He traced the shape of Jiang Wuqi's lips with the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed them.

These are the lips of the person he likes.

These were the only lips he wanted to kiss in this world.

Suddenly, the slit of his lips opened, and the tip of his tongue protruded, but it sank into his mouth.

He whimpered instinctively, and the whimpering had not yet dissipated, and the tip of his tongue was already held by Jiang Wuqi.

"Hmm..." He barely opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wuqi, but he saw a confused look on Jiang Wuqi's face.

So, Jiang Wuqi also likes to kiss him?

He loosened his lips and teeth, allowing Jiang Wuqi to swipe, lick, and rub... After a while, body fluid flooded involuntarily in his mouth.

He suddenly felt Jiang Wuqi rubbing his lower back.

Xu Jiang Wuqi doesn't dislike his body, does he?

Perhaps there is a little liking?

He frightenedly opened the lace of the obscene clothes, and pulled them, and the obscene clothes fell to the ground, and he led Jiang Wuqi's hands to cover his naked waist.

He took the initiative to swing his waist to meet Jiang Wuqi's palm.

Jiang Wuqi was stunned by Feng Rugui's movements, but his tongue was still messing with Feng Rugui's mouth, and his hand was even more aggressive in stroking Feng Rugui from the back of the waist to the butterfly bone, and finally, staying in the The depression in the center of the butterfly bone.

He tried desperately to control his tongue and hands, but they ignored his reason.

He saw that his left hand was kneading Feng Rugui's buttocks, and his right hand was winding around Feng Rugui's nape.

Feng Rugui's whole body was soft, he had no strength at all, he couldn't think about what Jiang Wuqi wanted to do.

But as long as it was Jiang Wuqi, he could do anything to him.

Jiang Wuqi silently recited the formula of concentration and concentration in his heart over and over again, before he forced his tongue and hands to withdraw from Fengrugui's body.

Feng Rugui was addicted to Jiang Wuqi's touch, and before he could recover, he glanced at Jiang Wuqi in a trance, and then murmured: "Wuqi, Wuqi, kiss me a little longer, touch me more a little while."

Jiang Wuqi couldn't help but kissed Feng Rugui's lips again, Feng Rugui sighed and said, "Wuqi, I like you to kiss me."

The obscene clothes on Feng Rugui's body had been taken off, and Jiang Wuqi could easily see his body.

Jiang Wuqi turned his eyes away, but Feng Rugui rubbed his heart.

The obscene clothes are light and soft, and the feeling of being rubbed by the two bumps is very clear.

Jiang Wuqi was both shocked and guilty, shocked by his tight belly, and guilty of his frivolity towards Feng Rugui, but a secret joy rose from the bottom of his heart.

Although I don't know the reason, his body has obviously become obsessed with Feng Rugui's body. Fortunately, so far, Feng Rugui has not noticed his shady thoughts and is still willing to get close to him.

Even though Jiang Wuqi didn't reject his overstepping the thunderous courtship, Feng Rugui still didn't dare to do it again, so he turned over and fell down, resting peacefully in Jiang Wuqi's arms.

He took advantage of Jiang Wuqi just now, he was satisfied, he yawned, talked to Jiang Wuqi vaguely, and fell asleep.

Jiang Wuqi stared at the shadow cast by Feng Rugui's two rows of eyelashes, his heart throbbing.

For some reason, his heart has been extremely unsteady recently, and he often goes out of order, just like now.

He caressed his heart, and thought to himself: Could it be that Pindao is dying soon?

It took some time before the tension in his lower abdomen eased, he breathed a low sigh of relief, looked at Feng Rugui's slightly open lips in deep sleep, and couldn't help sweeping with the tip of his tongue.

It should be because Feng Rugui ate too many sweet potatoes, Feng Rugui's lips were so sweet and greasy.

Jiang Wuqi extinguished the candle on the table with a snap of his fingers, because Feng Rugui didn't have a thread on his upper body, so he didn't know where to put his hands at all.

In a moment of embarrassment, a thin line of fish-belly white appeared in the sky, and immediately after that, there was the sound of a rooster crowing.

——It was dawn, and Feng Rugui was just sleeping, but after Fu Mingxu left, he didn't close his eyes again.

He measured Feng Rugui's face in the gauze-like morning light, then carefully got up, put on his clothes, washed up, and went to buy breakfast for Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui was quite uncomfortable without his arm as a pillow, frowned, muttered a few times with red lips, but did not wake up.

Feeling compassion in his heart, he kissed Feng Rugui's lips before turning away.

He used his body skills and rushed to Fuyu City, bought a bowl of crepe fresh meat wontons, five soup dumplings and a piece of scallion pancake for Feng Rugui, and bought a bowl of green vegetable noodles for himself before returning to Fuyu. go home.

He was extremely fast, and when he returned to Fu's house, all the breakfast was not cold at all.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that Feng Rugui had woken up. Hearing the sound, he raised his head, stared at him blankly, and called him: "Wuqi."

Feng Rugui was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only dirty trousers, the snow-white dirty clothes were still on the floor, no one picked them up.

Jiang Wuqi's gaze caught off guard the two bright red bulges on Feng Rugui's chest, and he couldn't help but recall the feeling of being rubbed against his heart by Feng Rugui's two bulges through his obscene clothes last night.

"Rugui, Pindao is back." Jiang Wuqi gathered himself together, put all the food on the table, then leaned over to pick up the obscene clothes, dusted them off, and put them on Feng Rugui's back.

Feng Rugui spread his hands, wrapped around Jiang Wuqi's waist, and pressed his breath on Jiang Wuqi's heart: "Wuqi, you're back, I miss you so much."

It took Jiang Wuqi only a quarter of an hour since he walked out of this room and back, but Feng Rugui's words felt as if they had been a lifetime away.

Jiang Wuqi was full of confusion, and asked again: "Have you been awake for a long time?"

There was sleepiness on Feng Rugui's face, he seemed a little dazed, and his tone of voice lost his focus, and said lightly, "I don't know how long I've been awake, I only know that when I woke up, you were not by my side .”

Jiang Wuqi stroked the back of Feng Rugui's head, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Pindao's movement is not fast enough, I told you to wait for a long time, and Pindao will definitely practice more diligently."

Feng Rugui half-closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead lightly against Jiang Wuqi's heart, and then stood up, covering his lips.

As soon as Feng Rugui's slightly cool lips touched Jiang Wuqi's, Jiang Wuqi's lips screamed, and the tip of his tongue broke through the shackles of the teeth and lips, and penetrated into Feng Rugui's mouth.

Feng Rugui obediently let Jiang Wuqi's tongue sweep inside his mouth, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his cheeks turned red.

The taste tasted on the tip of his tongue slowly entered his mind, and Jiang Wuqi realized again with great guilt that he had been fascinated by Feng Rugui's lips and teeth.

Although Feng Rugui asked him for a daily kiss, he was the one who was addicted to it.

What should he do with Feng Rugui?

What would he do with Feng Rugui again?

What would he do if Feng Rugui stopped acting coquettishly at him and asking him for kisses?

He had never encountered such a difficult problem in his life.

In practicing swords and in cultivation, he has been praised as an extraordinary talent. Since he left the school, he has punished evil and promoted good, and traveled the world, but he has always used a whisk that is far less lethal than a sword. So far, no one has been able to do so. Make him draw the sword.

His life can be considered smooth, but facing Feng Rugui, he always felt helpless.

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Note:

Mei Shan means good night, good dreams