Messing with his own male protagonist

Both of them were naked, and their clothes were scattered on the flying sword, which was put away by Su Ji.

Compared to Xuan Zifang's bewilderment, Su Ji smiled at the corner of his mouth, half-knelt on the edge of the flying sword, and reached out to pick up a handful of clouds, looking very calm. He glanced at Xuan Zifang: "It is said that the clouds and mist in the sky The water is rootless water, even rarer than ordinary rootless water, do you want to try it?"

He stimulated his spiritual power slightly, and the cloud lingering in his palm turned into a small pool of crystal clear water in an instant. The two of them were in the sky, very close to the sun, and under the bright sunlight, it looked like Su Ji was holding Like a bunch of sunshine, it is dazzling.

Xuan Zifang's heart moved, and he held Su Ji's hand, stretched out his red and tender tongue to lick the water reflecting the sun, like a well-behaved kitten, and Su Ji's eyes grew darker.

"So soft, it feels like a cloud." Xuan Zifang licked his lips again and said.

"Yes, I'll taste it too." After finishing speaking, Su Ji leaned close to Xuan Zifang, licked his slightly moist lips, and then gradually deepened the kiss, savoring every corner of Xuan Zifang's mouth carefully, Until Xuan Zifang's breath became unsteady, his fair cheeks turned slightly red.

Su Ji raised his hand casually, and the flying sword suddenly sank...

Xuan Zifang, who didn't react, could only hug Su Ji's neck quickly, but saw them sinking into a thick cloud, surrounded by a piece of whiteness, but it would not block the sight, at least Su Ji was right in front of him, Xuan Zifang not only could You can see the other person's expression clearly, and you can see even a certain part of the erection...

"Uncle Master, I..." Xuan Zifang has never tried to do anything on the clouds. He has a slight fear of heights. Su Ji can actually observe words and expressions to such an extent that he can feel the embarrassment of blood coagulation all over his body when he looks down. , using clouds to block the line of sight.Although he could see the people in front of him clearly, Xuan Zifang would not see anything no matter how he looked down, and since the flying sword was so big, he didn't have to worry about rolling down the clouds no matter how he rolled.

Su Ji pecked Xuan Zifang's lips again, and said with a smile in his eyes: "It's enough just to taste here..." As he spoke, he pinched a magic trick, gathered Yunliu by his hand, condensed it in his hand, and slowly explored it. Behind Xiang Xuanzi.

"Hmm!" Sensing a foreign object entering his body, Xuan Zifang thought it would be painful, but the water melted by Bo Yun was really soft, wrapped around Su Ji's fingertips, and slowly penetrated into his body without any pain at all.

Xuan Zifang opened a pair of bright eyes, looking deeply at Su Ji.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Su Ji moved behind Xuan Zifang with one hand, supported Xuan Zifang's waist with the other, and whispered: "I promised to punish you, but this time I will let you do it yourself."

"Eh?" Xuan Zifang blinked blankly, and then saw Su Ji smiling at him leisurely.

isn't it...

Xuan Zifang glanced at Su Ji, his eyes were serious and affectionate, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

"Could it be that Zifang forgot the formula, do you need me to remind you?" Su Ji said.

Xuan Zifang swallowed, gritted his teeth, leaned down, supported Su Ji's angry upright thing with his hands, took a deep breath, held the straight thing with his slender fingers, and sucked it into his mouth little by little...

Su Ji's thing is quite heavy, long and thick, and the feeling of pressing against his throat is actually not pleasant. His mouth and nose are filled with the masculine breath of Su Ji, but for some reason, it is uncomfortable, but it is not annoying.Xuan Zifang raised his eyes slightly, seeing Su Ji's icy face who was sitting on his knees became a little more uncontrollable lust, and couldn't help but suck it deeper...

Su Ji endured a lot of hard work, but seeing Xuan Zifang's hard-working look, his heart felt warm. He gently stroked Xuan Zifang's smooth black hair with his palm, and slowly caressed that more delicate and handsome face than before. The Adam's apple moved up and down: "A little deeper, just a little..."

Xuan Zifang was kind, and he didn't know whether he was bewitched by Su Ji's repressed hoarse voice, or he was gradually indulging in this kind of tenderness. Su Ji's back had been opened up to be very soft, and the entrance opened and closed, as if he was expecting something.

When Su Ji's stick was too stiff, Xuan Zifang gasped slightly and spat out the thing, straddled Su Ji, and took Su Ji into his body bit by bit...

Xuan Zifang supported Su Ji's shoulders and swung his waist up and down. His movements were still very jerky. In the past, Su Ji guided him, or Su Ji simply moved by himself, so there was basically no need for him.But even in this unskilled movement, there is a sense of youthfulness and seductiveness. The boy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are very rosy, which makes people feel affectionate.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Zifang managed to endure Su Ji's exhaustion once, his legs were almost limp, and his whole body was covered with fine sweat. Fortunately, Su Ji supported his waist, but he was so tired, He could only look at Su Ji for help.

"Well, well done, leave it to me." Su Ji gently kissed Xuan Zifang's wet forehead, turned over and overwhelmed him, and sent himself into the deepest part of Xuan Zifang's body...

The clouds move with the wind, and the body moves with the clouds. Feijian is like a boat drifting with the waves, carrying the panting sound that makes people blush and heartbeat, flowing to an unknown place.

By the time Xuan Zifang could only groan on the flying sword, he did not know how many hours had passed.

Su Ji changed his clothes for him, let him lie in his arms, and combed Xuan Zifang's soft long hair one by one: "Don't you have a way to exercise your body? Why are you still so weak?"

"Exercising...is it useful when I meet you! Is it useful!" Xuan Zifang rolled his eyes, obviously being tormented by Su Ji, his mind was in a daze, and he was not afraid that what he said would offend Su Ji .

Su Ji naturally wouldn't argue with him, chuckled lightly, and said, "I heard you can play the piano?"

Xuan Zifang was startled, wanted to shake his head but didn't know whether to shake his head, so he said: "Know it a little bit, the Songhua sect had a legendary master of golden alchemy, and the magic weapon he used was a piano. He once said, Even after he attains Taoism, he will leave this piano to future generations, so there are quite a few people in the Songhua School who use music to enter Taoism."

"Entering Taoism through sound?" Su Ji's eyes showed curiosity: "It's very interesting."

"However, my parents said that if the magic weapon falls into the hands of the sect master, it will not be passed on to the next person in 800 years. It is useless to learn it, so I have learned it superficially, and I have almost forgotten it over the years." Xuan Zifang sighed.

Su Ji looked at Xuan Zifang's tired and lazy eyes, and said slowly: "I have a piano here, it's useless to hold it, it's just for you."

After finishing speaking, there was an extra guqin in front of Xuan Zifang. Just looking at the dark but not rotten color of the guqin, and feeling the incomparable aura on it, Xuan Zifang knew that this must not be a bargain.He looked back at Su Ji and said, "This is..."

"This is called the Heart Qin. The sound of the piano can penetrate into people's minds. It can save people, but it can also be used as a sharp weapon to kill people. It depends on how you use it." Su Ji said lightly: "I remember, your Peach Smoke Bewilderment is still short of a killer move ?”

Su Ji actually noticed this...

Xuan Zifang nodded involuntarily, with some hesitation in his eyes: "But this is not good, this magic weapon is very precious at first glance, even Qiyetang can't have such a high-grade magic weapon..."

"Master gave this to me." Su Ji plucked the piano casually, and the clanging and ethereal sound of the piano was indeed as Xuan Zifang expected, and it seemed to have a charm that touched the soul. "I just hope you have more self-protection ability, not to mention I use a sword, not a zither."

"You have already given me the Peach Soul Fan." Xuan Zifang said with emotion.

"Is there still a need for a Shexinqin?" Su Ji looked at Xuan Zifang coldly, as if he would force his subordinates to force him if he didn't accept it.

Xuan Zifang couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to accept the Shexinqin. In return, he played a piece of music for Su Ji.

This is also thanks to Zha Gong's memory. According to the incomplete fragments, Xuan Zifang can still play a decent piece of music. With his fingers covering the piano, his body moved involuntarily. It seems that this song is not bad.

Su Ji nodded, "Go back."

Xuan Zifang put the Zhenxinqin into the treasure bag, looked at Su Ji's indifferent face, thought for a while, and said, "If you give me the Qin, aren't you afraid that the head teacher will blame you?"

"You are mine, how can Master blame me?" Su Ji looked back at him.

At this time, Xuanzi finally understood what kind of attitude Su Ji represented by transferring the magic weapon given to him by Master Qingya to him.He smiled, Su Ji is really stubborn, he won't let go of things he has decided on anyway.

However, how the Shexinqin should be paired with the Peach Soul Fan still needs to be studied carefully...

In the evening, Xuan Zifang and Su Ji returned to the inn. The quiet and cold inn became a little more lively, and they all came to eat.And one of the tables with only one pot of tea was particularly special, not only because the guests at that table did not order food, but because all the people at that table had extraordinary temperament.

"A Fang, this way!" Shang Siyan waved at Xuan Zifang, and when someone approached, he held Xuan Zifang enthusiastically: "You didn't get hurt by your uncle, did you?"

Xuan Zifang was still stunned by the sound of Ah Fang, and when he heard the second part of Shang Siyan's words, he coughed in embarrassment, and said with a serious face: "If my uncle doesn't do anything to me, then I'm still called a teacher." Uncle?"

Shang Siyan's movement of pulling him was a little big, revealing a bruise mark on the collarbone. Unfortunately, Shang Siyan saw it and widened his eyes. Thinking of the disgraceful things in his own sect, he couldn't help saying angrily: "This is What's going on! Could it be that your uncle will beat you too!"

"It wasn't typed...it was bitten..." Xuan Zifang said in embarrassment, "cough cough, I was bitten by a bug."

It's okay for him to deceive Shang Siyan with his words, but as a cultivator, how could ordinary poisons bite him, Jun Zhaoyu at the same table stared at the mark closely, his eyes gradually deepened.

Su Ji called Jun Zhaoyu indiscriminately: "Brother Jun, what do you think of what I just said?"

"Huh?" Jun Zhaoyu came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, there are a lot of people here, I didn't hear clearly just now, what did Brother Su want to tell me?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Su Ji glanced at him with a half-smile.