[Holy Biography] Behind-the-scenes BOSS Struggle

Half of the city wall in the southeast of Vedanta City has been destroyed, and countless dwellings in the city were wiped out in the battle of divine power and magic power.

All the strength that the Heavenly Emperor Army and the Vedanta Army can give is to save as many civilians as possible under the battle between King Asura and the Demon of the Dark World. And the heroic sacrifice of the Vedanta king, but still added a touch of bloody and serious wounds to the hearts of the surviving Vedanta people.

Due to the suspicion of collaborating with the enemy, the situation of the Dajirovida people who are closely monitored outside Vedanta City is even worse.

"Raz, have you seen the boss?" asked an officer of the Heavenly Emperor Army who had been healed by the priest, resumed his duties, and came over for inspection.

The clerk, who was counting the number of survivors for relief food distribution, kept his head busy, "If you saw it, then Fajie, you will never see me here now, because I will definitely appear in front of my boss. At the moment in front of me, I used everything I could imagine to beg him to spare me such a complicated job!"

Hearing the strong resentment in his companion's mouth, Fajie coughed dryly, "At least we should be happy. In order to deal with the war with Dajiravida, the Emperor of Heaven ordered the surrounding protoss to continue to supply Vedanta. Fortunately, Vedanta The materials stored in many cities can barely survive for a while."

"Moreover, the relationship between the boss and King Asura seems to have eased a lot after coming to Vedanta, and it also allowed our work to proceed much more smoothly. The warriors of the Asura tribe are simply incomparably powerful. If they hadn't fought at the forefront, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to survive." Another military officer who was assisting from the side had an unconcealable admiration and admiration on his face. I've always been hostile to each other."

"Rather than talking about each other, it seems to me that our leader has been provoking King Ashura." Raz complained relentlessly, "Should we say that he is worthy of being the number one king in the heavens? His mind is magnanimity. "

Wen Dun couldn't deny it, "At least he is willing to bow his head and take the initiative to ease the relationship, otherwise it would be hard to imagine being an enemy of King Ashura. Such a brave and fearless general makes people feel hostile just by standing beside them." Infinite courage, yet such an outstanding general died to protect everyone..."

Mentioning the death of the twelve generals, the three soldiers of the Heavenly Emperor Army couldn't help feeling sad.

"King Asura must be in great pain at this moment. His excellent and deeply trusted subordinate died in battle."

Thinking of the lonely figure standing in the fire, Raz couldn't help muttering: "If the boss' company and comfort can be useful and make the king feel better, even if I have to work hard, I will be willing." .”

Different from the concept of ordinary soldiers, the king who bears the heavy responsibility and hope of the Asura family, sorrow and pain can't stop his steps, and the scars in his heart are not an excuse for the king of Asura to be cowardly.

Xin He, who has never slacked off for hundreds of years, even though his mood fluctuated violently last night, was repeatedly stirred up in his chest by anger and pain, and even acted crazily that he never resembled his character. After falling asleep, he opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he had already regained his clarity.

So those memories that made people blush and heartbeat flashed back into their brains again.

It should be said that Di Shitian was very considerate. Seeing that Xin He was physically exhausted, he went out of the bath to take good care of him, and he took care of him very carefully.

Although the clothes of the heavens are always more revealing, this is also the manifestation of the pure hearts of the gods and the lightness of distracting thoughts.

So even if it is a certain thick-skinned king, no matter how low the lower limit is, if he refuses to admit it afterwards and wants to scratch the wall to repent, he still has a strong arm on his waist and the residual warmth in his body is still there. , cannot be expressed immediately.

In fact, some things like morality can be collected by picking them up carefully.

Otherwise, the repetition of preface and postscript is so hypocritical, wouldn't it make me a bitch?

How can a king who is astonishing in the past and the present be able to do such a thing? 【Positive color】In fact, after taking off his clothes and having sex, Xin He is not completely unable to accept the promise he made in a flash of his brain. I don’t want to admit my age, uncle!), at least he is the most pleasing to the eye and most fond of the cub.

But the boundaryless fantasy of thinking and knowledge only exists in one's own independent brain dimension and can swim freely. When it comes to the real world, it is inevitable that there will always be some unexpected emergencies.

It was the first time to have such an intimate contact with a person. As a purely theoretical hundred-year-old virgin, a certain king was actually somewhat shy.

Everyone hopes that the lover they choose will fall on them and cannot extricate themselves. Even if you know that your love for him is not as deep as the other person's for yourself, you are unwilling to give up the benefits of getting it.

In terms of this selfish character, Xinhe actually does not agree with the devotion and dedication of the gods to love and the only one without complaint or regret. Perhaps it is because of previous encounters, or the indifference of the heart after accepting the memories of the kings of the past dynasties. , He is naturally skeptical of the unwavering feelings shown by these people around him until death, even if he knows in his heart that the values ​​​​of these people are true and there is no conspiracy.

It is so difficult to communicate with people who have different views.

How strong Di Shitian's feelings for him, how sincere his loyalty to himself, Xin He, who knows the future, is clearer than anyone else, and this is the only reason why he is willing to give his trust and choose him to make an agreement.

After all, this kind of sacrifice is not much, and people will sell their whole life. Even King Ashura, who is a profiteer, has a little bit of conscience left and is slightly uneasy.

After all, it is not the only case that the kind of life-and-death chasing after the goddess, and finally tasted it, felt that it was not a single case—the editor who once led many female writers thought too much after reviewing countless novels!

So, in order to make a good impression on the other party and become more obsessed with myself, or to make up for the sad future of a certain boy and give some sweetness in advance so that the boy will work harder in the future, he found himself waking up in Di Shitian, and When he was rubbing his upper body, he was only full of self-scheming speculations, but someone who had never really experimented, the second-hand nature hidden by sadness unexpectedly reappeared inappropriately.

It's just that Di Shitian was tortured so hard that he almost wanted to die.

King Asura has never experienced seeing someone as the only meaning of belief, ideal, obsession, and existence, nor has he searched hard for other people, guessing all his moods, and all the emotions of the other party are all his own. A beautiful memory, an experience that you can't bear to leave your eyes for a moment.

Therefore, of course he has no way of knowing that when he, a superior male god, is willing to condescend to stay with him forever, even if he is lying motionless on the bed, the huge sense of happiness has already impacted all of someone's rationality, and there is no way to understand it. Break down the extra thoughts.

Di Shitian didn't notice Xin He's faint seduction and teasing. After all, he couldn't really read someone's mind wandering in multi-dimensional different time and space, and the other party's plan was covered up by the deep-rooted majesty of the king. It was perfect, but it was this kind of inexperienced communication that was eager to welcome and suppressed, and gave Di Shitian an unforgettable experience in his life.

The only disadvantage of this second exchange is that Xin He is not a special talent with extraordinary talent or [beep——] swollen glands after all. ==

When a certain perpetual motion machine finally stopped facing the scorching sun outside the heavy curtain of the bed, and fell on him, Xin He let out a long sigh of relief—finally made it through again!

Nima felt like she was going to have anal prolapse, didn't she?

Finally, I know what kind of ecstasy it is to be on fire!

From the beginning to the end, except for the time when Di Shitian's mouth served him was more ecstasy, the rest of the time he really didn't feel the pleasure of the rectum!

So those who engage in Kivin!Is it interesting to deceive ignorant teenagers (?) into going astray? (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

The hands on his body were slowly stroking the skin, and Xin He didn't want to stop him, he just felt that after so long, it should be almost the same.

But he didn't want Di Shitian to touch it, and he touched it...

Di Shitian frowned, stood up, looked down, and his face became a little ugly.

Looking up, Di Shitian looked at Xin He and said, "Did I bother you?"

Xin He was a little embarrassed, although he was a little exhausted—being crossed for many times to do difficult yoga moves is also quite energy-consuming physical work, hey! (Waist... Lao Tzu's waist..._(:з"∠)_)

He still touched Di Shitian's sweaty cheek, and said warmly: "It doesn't matter, if it's you, I don't even matter."

Di Shitian fell silent, resting his head on Xin He's shoulder, buried his face and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Xin He sighed, "You..."

However, at the next moment, a loud scream almost caused Xin He to burst out of his throat.

"I discovered it by accident when I was in the north," Di Shitian said in a low voice as the blue electric arc jumped up on the delicate texture, "It seems that using it like this can make it more comfortable, but I'm not familiar with the power, what do you think? Ash?"

Lao Tzu thinks that Milinta is an old man who doesn't cultivate and has no descendants, it is definitely God's eyes!

Dare to ruin others more tirelessly!If you want to have fun, you dare to let your nephew watch!

Be careful that this king will float millions of corpses in a fit of anger!

(—Actually, it’s just a certain Valkyrie General Ha Jiu who has been waiting for his heir to return to the north, who has gained experience by accident while interrogating suspected spies!

The waiters around immediately became nervous: Wang!What's wrong with you!Are you cold? )

Xin He's legs were about to break the arms caught in between, but Di Shitian didn't let him go, instead he bent down and brought his lips closer to the key point.

Bridge, bridge bean sack!

brother!Brother!ancestors!

I'll wipe it, don't come to such a harsh bastard all of a sudden!

Xin He couldn't accept this kind of double stimulation at all. Within a moment, his waist tensed suddenly, and then he fell on the bed, his eyes were dazed and absent-minded.

"Can we do it again, Axiu?"

After taking a few breaths, Xin He, who regained his sanity a little, widened his eyes instantly.

Finding that Xin He was finally comfortable, Di Shitian licked his lips and moved closer to him. At the same time, he put on his hands. Unceremoniously, he broke open the forbidden area that he had just explored, and groped in it back and forth, " Or, Axiu's strength is actually gone?"

Does he have to admit that he has no experience for hundreds of years and can't afford to be squeezed so badly once?hehe!

"Just use this method and try again."

A series of celestial curses were choked up in his throat—it was a heaven-defying difficulty for him to act like a hooligan when he pretended to be a thirteen-stage airs.—Sin He wanted to beat the bed with hatred, but the strong physical sensation made him not at all. He didn't have any extra strength to do any extra movements, except for clinging to the veil to vent his emotions, all his remaining rationality was used to control himself from screaming.

The excellent interpretation of the island country AV has always been the favorite of men, but Xin He would rather commit suicide than learn it and show his real experience of exhilaration in front of the stinky boy behind him.

The concept that he once thought of using pure theoretical experience to please a certain boy a little bit has long been thrown out of the way by him.

The wet nasal voice was buried in the bed sheet and murmured softly, strands of sweaty long hair stuck to the pale and trembling skin, all the texture was dyed with a strange flush, and the soft waist was stretched and stretched by the stimulation. It was so tight that he was completely in the hands of the thick calloused hands that firmly restrained him, but the passive response was completely unexpected.

At this moment, the cold and aloof Wang peeled off the clothes and revealed the glamorous and bewitching beauty that made everything in the Three Realms who dared to praise them feel ashamed.

Especially if this is a landscape that belongs to one person alone.

"Axiu," Di Shitian poked his fingers behind Xin He and retreated, changed his weapon and rushed in impatiently, "My king..."

Xin He let out a muffled groan, completely softened his lower body, and gasped violently, unable to even move his fingers even a slight arc.

Di Shitian bent down to embrace Xin He and lifted his arms to strengthen his waist and abdomen. He bit Xin He's back of the neck like a wild beast biting its prey, and began to attack fiercely.

"Di... En... Di Shitian..." I can't stand it anymore!

You tell me to stop quickly!

People are going to die, did you make it, Baga!

"Don't worry, my king," the weak electric current pervaded the whole body again, Di Shitian kissed Xin He's lips and tongue, completely suppressing the struggle of someone who couldn't cope, "This time, I will make you happier. "

QAQ! ! !

He used to think that this little bastard was considerate, he was simply the number one idiot in the world! o(#T▽T)o

Because of a careless mistake in one day, Xin He beat Di Shitian for several days in the following time.

Under the cold violence of endless signs, a certain wolf cub didn't feel nervous, but got closer, and it was more natural for him to dictate things around Xin He.

So things like "Wang, eat less cold and hard food, I have prepared bacon for you." "Wang, this armor is a bit worn out, can I replace it with my patience for a few days?" "My lord, the bed sheets have been changed. Please rest early tonight. You will be needed to direct the rescue tomorrow." Scenes such as these were staged one after another in front of the expressions of the Heavenly Emperor Army (==).

As a result, my king, who was unable to retaliate effectively, was even more depressed, and even when he was about to return to Shanjian City, his mood did not improve in the slightest.

All the soldiers seemed to understand the pain of King Asura's loss of his clansman and beloved general, so no one doubted the reason why King Asura, who has always been easy-going and gentle, kept showing his face after he reappeared.

The people of the Vedanta tribe are somewhat reluctant to leave the Heavenly Emperor Army. After all, they are not the magpie's nest that once made people worry. When they came out of Vedanta, their hostility and guard have disappeared. They even said that they have an inseparable relationship with King Asura. Because they really can't estimate the execution of their clan by the Emperor of Heaven in Shanjian City.

——If King Ashura can stay, then they will receive the most perfect protection, and they will no longer have any worries and pains.

——If King Asura guards them, then all of them will be happy.

I don't know when, people's hearts began to permeate this kind of thought, and it took root in their hearts.

Those who also have this idea seem to naturally include the Dajirovida people who are separated from Vedanta by a wall.

"King Asura!"

A sassy woman rushed out from the worried crowd of the Daji Ravida tribe, and chased after the Heavenly Emperor Army, "King Asura!"

The horse's hoof controlled by Xin He raised slightly before it fell to the ground. He paused, stepping on the impatient kick of Tianma's hoof, and looked back at the girl dressed in men's clothes.

Ayu had an inexplicable feeling, as if the blood rolling all over her body was slowing down under the other party's light eyes. She opened her mouth nah, and for some reason, her always careless and indulgent temper could not be displayed at all, and she could only stiffen His lips trembled.

"You...you will..."

"I have already understood the encounter between Vedanta and Dajirovita, and the cause and effect of this war have also been determined. The fate of Dajirovida depends on Dajirovida's own choice. I will be fair. Report to the Heavenly Emperor everything I know."

"Yes... is it..."

Ayu replied dryly, eager to say something more, the knuckles of her anxious hands were twisted red by herself.

But the king who commanded all the armies no longer cared about her feelings, and indifferently withdrew his gaze, and only signaled to the officers around him that the Heavenly Emperor's army continued to advance in an orderly manner under the uniform command.

Because everything is not worthy of his nostalgia.

Di Shitian, who was following Xin He, knew that this was something Xin He had never shown before, the sense of distance that a king looks down on creatures and ants.

At the same time, it also makes others feel tense and small.

Life and death have never changed just the passing of life. From that day on, King Asura also lost his last weakness.

The gentle and humble king who was willing to get close to others and cared for all living beings has completely and forever disappeared in history.

At this time, King Asura is already a well-deserved god of war in the heavens, an unattainable, unattainable, or even incomprehensible inner heart, and even looking from afar is a gift of charity, an unattainable king.

And he and the group of people around him are all witnesses.

Di Shitian rode his horse and trotted up to Xin He, "Ah Xiu?"

Singh ignored.

Di Shitian pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Axiu."

Xin He still ignored.

But Di Shitian didn't care about it, and brought a mellow voice again, muttering repeatedly like aftertaste, "Axiu."

Xin He looked back at him, "..." Are you fucking annoying!

When Di Shitian received his gaze, he pursed his lips and smiled, looking at him with burning eyes, "The Axiu now belongs to me."

"Anytime, any place, as long as I want, I can call, only belongs to me Axiu."

"...Silly boy," Xin He retracted his gaze, and chuckled softly, "You can't forget the promise."

Because Xin He treated himself differently from others, Di Shitian's silver-gray eyes overflowed with happiness that could not be concealed at all.

"Yes, the agreement with Axiu, I will definitely, I will never forget it!"

After returning to Shanjian City, the Heavenly Emperor seemed to understand that Asura King had lost his love for the general, and after a few words of comfort, he left Di Shitian to continue his report and let Xinhe return to Shura City by himself.

"king……"

Finally waiting for the return of their king, the generals who had been waiting outside the audience hall, when they saw the door open and the king appeared, they all rushed forward anxiously. After finally returning to Shura City, they couldn't wait. began to question.

"How are you, king?"

"Master Wushasi..."

"Shalitvi and Teywab, are they really, really dead?"

"Who is it! King! Who is it that caused the Asura clan to suffer such a heavy blow again!"

Asu Yun shouted: "You guys! Don't you have your own work! They are all around the king, don't you even care about the exhaustion after the king's return?"

Hearing this, the generals fell silent one after another.

"Our hatred, the shame of our family, this cage that deeply binds our family and cannot enjoy freedom," Xin He looked up, looked at the clear blue sky, and whispered: "I will break them all, They crumble into dust and hit hell."

"king……"

"my king……"

Gritting his teeth tightly, he clenched his bloody fists tightly, sobbing under the pressure of his palms.

Xin He withdrew his gaze, looked at the generals standing around him, read everyone's expressions one by one, and then smiled slowly.

Gentle, only giving warm intimacy to the most important beings.

"So, please follow me and fulfill our deeply desired wish."

"Yes! King!" The gods responded loudly, venting their strong emotions in the oath, "I will definitely not let you down!"

"Thank you, Ashun."

"Where, Wang, this is my accusation. I just hope that you will take care of yourself even for my family, for us soldiers who swear to follow you to the death."

Xin He smiled, "Yes, I know."

After following the king back to the palace, Xin He smiled and stopped the company of the generals, and stayed in the room alone.

Finally, home...

Xin He leaned over to sit on the soft bed, and leaned his head against the backrest.

He closed his eyes, seeing the grief and exhaustion of his clansmen, he could finally relax completely, allowing himself to immerse himself in the memories of the old man.

Leaving the dormitory, seeing his companions being instructed to leave one after another by Axuyun, Suliye pursed his lips, and instead of leaving obediently immediately, he approached Axuyun, "My lord... the king..."

"It's not just us who are badly wounded by grief."

Looking back, looking at the back of Wang Gang walking alone and the closed door after entering the dormitory, Asu Yun's eyes were full of pain and pity.

"Wang, the pain in our hearts is more serious than any of us." He sighed and smiled bitterly, "He needs a place to relax, although the news from Di Shitian said that his emotions have recovered. , but I’m afraid we’ll be sad when we see us who are also god generals again, we need to create a comfortable healing place for the king and don’t disturb him.”

Surya nodded, "Yes, my lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, when he looked up, he saw a figure running in a hurry, and he called out in surprise.

"Master Peacock?"

Asu Yun also turned his gaze when he heard the sound, and was startled when he saw Peacock's state, "Master Peacock? I haven't seen you for a long time. What happened to you? Your body looks like..."

"Axuyun," Peacock stopped, leaned on the wall of the corridor to pant, and asked intermittently, "Where is Axiu? I know he's back. He's in the dormitory right now?"

Suriya said: "Yes, but the king has rested, can you..."

"I also know that he is in a bad mood, but I must tell him about it immediately!"

Seeing his excitement, Axu Yun nodded and stepped out of the way: "Okay, you can visit the king. I think the king will feel better after seeing your best friend."

"Thank you! Asu Yun!" Peacock glanced gratefully at Asu Yun, then walked over quickly.

"Axiu!" After pushing open the door and entering the inner room, he could easily find the owner's location.

Peacock's face was pale, as if he had just experienced a serious illness, and all the potential of his body was consumed, making him fragile and emaciated.

He said anxiously: "I know that after you return to Shura City, you must be very painful about the death of Lord Wushasi and the others, but you must let go of these emotions first and listen to me carefully."

"Don't rush to blame me for not listening to you, the reason is not important anymore, yes, I made a prophecy just after you left!"

The person lying on the slum slowly opened his eyes, the golden pupils were filled with icy breath, as if the desire begging for blood surged under the shattered calm, it was so strange and soul-stirring.

The angle at which he raised his light-colored lip line outlined a coquettish and cruel smile.

"A prophecy..."