2/1 god domain

As soon as Bai Yuan finished speaking, the poet couldn't wait to break in. At the critical moment, he was tightly grabbed by the other party.

"If you don't want to be beaten, just be honest."

"..." The poet's mouth was covered, and his body kept writhing in Bai Yuan's arms.

"Go in now, aren't you afraid that Mo Fan will beat you?"

The poet stopped struggling, he was not afraid of Bai Yuan, because this guy was always thunderous and rainy every time, but Mo Fan was completely different, how do you say it?A dog that can't bark just bites!He didn't say a word, maybe he was still smiling at you one second, and then he stabbed a knife in the back without any hesitation.

This kind of person, hiss... Just thinking about it makes his tooth hurt.

Only Shaoshao of their family would like it.

"I think Shaoshao will be cheated." The poet muttered in a low voice.

Bai Yuan's eyes flickered, he dragged the person directly, and walked out step by step. In the next time, the guy in the room obviously didn't want anyone to disturb him or eavesdrop on the corner. He should be more sensible and avoid it earlier. better.

In the room, Mo Shao closed his eyes, sweating on his forehead, he could feel the spiritual power in his body slowly filling up, and began to overflow, that feeling became more and more intense, just like masturbating , All kinds of feelings in the front are strong, and when it is about to come out at the end, someone pinches the top, which is very uncomfortable.

"You never told me what you looked like when you were young in your previous life?"

Suddenly, the man came to his ear and asked in a low voice.

His voice sounded particularly sexy right now, with a hint of hoarse magnetism.

Mo Shao thought it was funny, he died young, so young?

The age of thirty is not considered "aging", right?

As for being younger?In your early twenties, when you just graduated from college?

Mo Shao felt that it was an unbearable past. When he was a child, he was as cute as white dough, but when he grew up slowly, his body was like sorghum in the field. The feeling of a little boy, until after graduation, the society has honed it for several years, and the talents gradually become restrained and mature...

Hey, something is wrong!Why did this guy come up suddenly?

Mo Shao was about to ask him what was going on, when a white light exploded in his mind, causing him to be a little dazed, and it took him several seconds to come back to his senses, and when he reacted, Already hugged by the man, kissing from the forehead little by little, all the way to the neck, collarbone...

Very itchy.

"Hey, I'm going to go crazy."

He stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction, and was about to push the person, but he froze suddenly, he, he, him! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Before he could react at all, he actually broke through the holy rank?

Nima, didn't you say that the heavenly ladder and the holy ladder are like a natural moat that cannot be crossed?

It's not that fast to jerk off!

"So, it looks like this..." There was a hint of a smile in the man's voice.

Mo Shao's face darkened, and he finally understood why two people had to be naked in order to "pass on a skill". This guy was purely to save time, and he didn't waste a single minute!

"Give me the mirror!"

"Yes." The man replied seriously, but what he said was completely different from what he did. After he finished speaking, he stared straight at Mo Shao, those deep black purple eyes staring at him for a moment.

Mo Shao was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes: You think your eyes can be used as mirrors! ?

But on closer inspection, it seems to be possible...

Looking at it again, he almost broke his egg.

Fuck it, who is that little boy?

Why not the way he was before time travel?Why is it the boy with the boyish face when he graduated from college?What about the wheat-colored "healthy" skin he specially tans?Why does it look like a white chicken?

I heard... a holy sword spirit has only one chance to "transform" in a lifetime! ?

Is it—

As if struck by lightning, Mo Shao reached out and wiped his short black hair. The hair was soft and felt as good as silk. Well, at least this hair was barely satisfactory.

"It's pretty." The man smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

Mo Shao's face was gloomy, his face was like the bottom of a pot, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the other's arm fiercely, raised his chin: "Stand up, let me make a gesture."

"it is good."

Tsk, this tone full of pampering is simply too horrible to look at!

Mo Shao stood up a little angrily, made gestures, he was still ten centimeters shorter than the man, and... he found that the bird under him was not as big as others, this was the most hurtful thing to his self-esteem!

Before he could express his emotion, his chin was caught by the other party, and the man kissed him again, his lips and tongue were entangled, from the other party's initiative, it turned into a battle between two "evil forces", Mo Shao kissed the man back, while secretly complaining about himself He was so naive, once someone touched him, he was determined to touch it back twice, just like this, you come and go, in the end, the small contradiction that fell into the water and even made up for a little ripple, was quickly melted into a whole by enthusiasm. beach water...

After he remembered the fact that he had been plotted against, he was already pressed on the bed, his buttocks were blooming, and the man behind him was acting fiercely like a piling, the crisp crackling mixed with the lewd sound of water stains, and the mixed air It all changed.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He asked through gritted teeth.

The man's breathing became a little stronger, like a ferocious beast that had been locked in a cage for more than ten years, was finally released from the cage, and there was a piece of pork belly in front of it. The beast's eyes lit up, and it pounced on it without even thinking about it!

Mo Shao thought, he was that unlucky piece of pork belly.

"That's pretty good." The man didn't deny it either, he did hear some details from Bai Yuan.

In fact, at a very young age?Especially when he saw Mo Shao standing in front of him in a protective posture, fighting against those opponents who were far superior to him for him, at that time, he had a strong thought in his heart: He wanted to become stronger, Both physically and mentally, he must become stronger. One day, he can stand in front of Mo Shao and protect him.

He didn't know what Mo Shao looked like when he was 30 years old, but he just felt that he wished he could stand beside him with a younger attitude, so that they would look more... right?

Is that the word?

Mo Fan also thought with certainty.

He didn't want Mo Shao to be said...an old cow eats tender grass.

Even if someone secretly criticizes it, it won't work.

but--

He seems to be doing something wrong?

"What a fart!" Lao Tzu's wheat-colored skin!

Mo Shao wanted to cry, but soon he couldn't speak. He was fucked too hard, and in the end he could only moan and whine half-deadly...

The poet waited all night and one morning, thinking, Shaoshao must be hungry and come out.But--

He was destined to be disappointed.

Until noon the next day, he sat sickly at the white dining table, absently poking the steak on the plate with a knife and fork, and suddenly, a familiar breath sat on the seat on his right.

He looked up in surprise: "Shao Shao!"

In my memory, the boy with white skin, black hair and big and clear eyes turned into the handsome young man in front of him. He was so tall, a little taller than Bai Yuan, his white was very white, his hair was very black, and his face was very Beautiful, not the kind of indisputable beauty, but the kind of good-looking that is very seductive... The most important thing is that he looks very decent, and he is not at all like Bai Yuan's wretched and unscrupulous air.

"Yeah." Mo Shao replied calmly, so he changed back to his original body and looked at the poet again, and found that this kid is still quite cute, probably because he changed out of the floral shirt and pants?This lovely wind full of pink...is it really Bai Yuan's bad taste?

"Shao Shao, does your butt hurt?"

"!" He just praised this kid for being cute, and then he started to make mistakes again.

Mo Shao glanced over coldly, but the poet's lack of reaction hadn't come to his senses at all. Instead, he stretched out his hand excitedly and shouted, "Shao Shao, I want to hold it high!"

"My lord." Mo Shao's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath. It's good that this kid doesn't mention it, but when he mentions it, every bone in him, except the skull, is hurting now!

Who told him that the sword spirit of the holy rank is so powerful, if he knew this earlier, it would be better to stay in the final stage of the heavenly rank...

"Good morning."

A man's voice suddenly came from behind him. Immediately afterwards, a light and soft kiss landed on Mo Shao's cheek. He frowned in confusion, what a fart!