brothers love

The incense has been removed, but the pink brocade still wafts a peachy aroma.

This is a room temporarily cleaned up by Qixiu Pavilion. Simply put, the capital city is a magical place, and the dignitaries always have new ways to play. It is not a novelty for a young man to come to the door with another man whose face cannot be discerned.

Here, at least it can be guaranteed that if Gong Jiu gets sick, it will not attract too much attention.

It's not poisoning, it's not sick, it's not injured, and it probably can only be counted as a disease.

Bai Xian said lightly: "Okay, you go down, a bucket of hot water will be delivered later. Listen less and watch less, of course you will be rewarded."

Mr. Gui rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, the little one will definitely do it." He had just closed the door when he heard a strange sound coming from inside the door, it was a groaning panting sound, like a dying man The beast is struggling.

The tortoise could not help showing a wretched smile on his face, the young man in blue looked handsome, but he didn't expect to like this kind of heavy taste.

Bai Xian looked coldly at the people under her feet.

The nine young masters, who were spotless when they first met, now have disheveled hair, a sickly pale face, and are struggling and rolling on the ground half-heartedly.

With one hand, he tore at the skirt of his clothes which was already out of shape, and with the other hand, he took out several thin and long needles from nowhere, and stabbed them into his pale and thin body.

An unbearable pain and longing had already made him completely lose his mind, and he could barely discern a low cry from Zhang Zhang He He's mouth: "Whip...whip..."

After all, it is the upper room of the Goulan Courtyard, so props such as whips and ropes are available.

There are several types of whips on the wooden frame, some are thick and some are thin, and the materials are probably different. Bai Xian thinks he is not a person who makes trouble, so he only picks the thinnest one and tries to flick it.

The friction between the whip and the air made a clear cracking sound. Hearing this sound, the people on the ground stopped rolling as if they had regained some sanity. They raised their heads to look at the young man in blue. His eyes were full of pleading, and his voice was already hoarse. Unbelievable: "Slap me, whip me with a whip!"

Bai Xian looked down at him: "This young master is not interested in this."

Gong Jiu's eyes were even more begging for pity, and the eyes were moist as if they were about to shed tears: "Hit me hard, please..."

Before the word "begging" was finished, Bai Xian had already whipped it down!

Bai Xian knows that there is a kind of person in this world who likes to abuse herself, and also knows that this is a perverted way of venting.He also knows that for such a person, either he has been trained to be like this, or his life is too boring - he has got too much, and it is too easy to get, so the desire in his heart can only be found in When you abuse yourself, you are truly fulfilled.

The first whip was on Gong Jiu's pale chest, and the second was on his left hand. Bai Xian was reserved at first, but when he found that the man was writhing constantly, it was obvious that he was so experienced.

Subconsciously avoiding hurting the vitals, I didn't have any spare strength, and pulled it down with all my strength.

The blue-clothed boy stared expressionlessly at the gradually interlaced and raging blood-red traces on the exposed pale skin, without the slightest wave in his eyes.He didn't get any pleasure out of it, he was just doing something that had to be done.

The writhing body on the ground suddenly curled up, stretched out again, and then lay there, motionless.Gong Jiu has been satisfied.

Of course, Gong Jiu is not a person who likes to abuse himself by nature, but his talent is so high that what ordinary people learn in their lifetime is only the tip of his iceberg.

No matter how difficult martial arts are, he can learn them all at once. No matter how heavily guarded a place is, he can come and go freely. He knows what others are thinking before they say it. If he wants to kill someone, No matter where that person is hiding, no matter how many people are protecting him, he will never miss it!

Others envy him and respect him, but who knows what he really wants?Even he himself doesn't know.Isn't such a life too boring?So he had to find something interesting to do.

Maybe it's because he has been on top since he was born, when he happened to see someone panting and groaning under the whipping, showing a kind of pain and enjoying the look, he suddenly thought, I don't know what it would be like to be trampled under the feet of others ?It must have been a different feeling, for sure.

He tried it, and then he couldn't live without it.This kind of desire is buried deep in his body, and it doesn't show up at ordinary times. It doesn't know when it will pop up to invade his reason and make him ugly, but he really can't do without it.Just like an addict can't live without poppy.

Stepping over the panting man lying on the ground, Bai Xian rang the bell above the embroidery bed.

After a while, I saw the tortoise just brought up a bucket of hot water, poured it into the bathtub half filled with cold water behind the screen, walked around the blood-stained person on the ground with eyes, nose, and heart, showing a kind of With a tacit smile, he said, "My lord, this..."

Bai Xian casually tossed him a few pieces of silver, and said with a satisfied smile, "Okay, get out."

Mr. Gui weighed the weight in his hand, nodded and bowed, and said, "Thank you, young master." He hurriedly backed away, fearing that he would disturb the young master's interest.

Bai Xian put away the playful look on his face until he could no longer see the figure of the tortoise, and said indifferently: "Get up by yourself without breaking your leg, and test the water temperature before going down."

Mr. Gui, who had just closed the door, shook his head and went downstairs as usual.Those who work here have seen many more cold-blooded and perverted things than this, but the customers at that time were mostly middle-aged people, and it was not uncommon for a teenager to play with men like this.

The golden crow will not fall, dyeing the sky red.

Bai Xian stepped out from the upper room of Qixiu Pavilion, looking at the long and straight street outside the courtyard wall.

It seemed to him a very beautiful city, with flat and wide streets and houses

Neat, even the storefronts of each store are more exquisitely decorated than other cities.

As long as you have been to this city, you will never forget it.There are world-renowned scenery and scenic spots here, and here is——

At the foot of the god.

The boy in blue closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was clear. He entered the room and closed the door, blocking the wind mixed with sand and dust, and saw the figure behind the screen already getting dressed.

Bai Xian said lightly: "Are you sober?"

"Excuse me for a long time." Following this inaudible response, a person appeared as soon as the screen turned.Her jet-black hair was a little wet, tied into a loose ponytail hanging behind her head, her beautifully contoured face carried an indifferent look, and her ordinary white clothes still gave off a sense of luxury. Standing in front of Baixian, it was like taking a selfie in a mirror in a trance.

Gong Jiu said: "I have to thank Ah Xian just now." The light in his eyes was flickering, but it was always covered by clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.His voice is very calm, is his heart also so peaceful?

Bai Xian didn't know, nor was he interested in knowing.He looked normal and said, "I'm going to go out, how about you?"

Ninth Young Master said: "Could someone recognize me as the one you just carried up?"

Bai Xian glanced at him: "As you like."

Gong Jiu thought about it seriously, and flew up, leaving only a handsome figure by the window.

When his shadow completely disappeared, a little golden light flew out from Bai Xian's palm, and lightly landed on the blood stains on the ground.Gong Jiu's blood.

Near dusk.The wind is getting colder.The blue-clothed boy tightened his skirts and walked down the stairs.