Attack four, please follow the plot

I was born 20 years before the official opening of this book.But I was born to be a BOSS, because the aura is too strong, and because of the character's personality, I don't have any good friends in my life-except for the cinnabar mole jade Jieyan that the author gave me, and Baili Shuangren, the leader of the Demon Cult .

I don't remember the chance, I saw the first idle book in my life, which is a pure love martial arts Qingshui BL novel written by Baili Shuangren.The door of a new world opened in front of me. It turns out that there are not only martial arts secrets in this world, but also many beautiful things to see...

I sent the disciples of Lanyang Palace to inquire around, and finally found the writer's location—the Western Region, in Luoshan.

The day I saw him, he was sitting in the yard with his back bare, wearing only a pair of big underpants, shaking a cattail fan in his hand, and was sweating profusely writing on the table. The manuscript paper on the table was as messy as a dog gnawed.Sitting on the rocking chair next to him was a beautiful girl in white clothes. She flipped through the paper in her hand and said with a cold face, "There is a typo in the second paragraph, please correct it! There are too few H's, add more! That third party is so cruel." In place, add two more chapters!"

My beautiful fantasy of a cultural person died from that day on.

Later, I got to know him better, and introduced Xie Yan to him, and the three of us often talked and talked together.The two of them have a common language, they get together every day to complain about their early death, and then look at me with dark eyes, complaining about why I can be the BOSS and live until the end.

I had a very good temper at the time, and I joked with them: "You still have sons anyway, and you can still follow the route of marrying your father. But I will die alone in Daxue Mountain, and I will lose money if I raise an apprentice... Xie Yan, that's your son, you have to pay me for my loss as a father!"

Xie Yan turned around and choked me: "Didn't I give birth to a son for you to raise? I am lazy to raise a teacher, and my son's problems are all due to you! Besides, this child will not live long after it is born, and I have to give birth to it." It's no good for me to be a father."

Baili Shuangren complained like this: "My son won't live long, and I have to be killed by Qiu Lanxu. How many books do you think you have read? When you are free, you will yell loudly, and then you will kill my baby. Don't you feel bad for destroying my teaching?"

…Later, the plot was changed, and Baili Shuangren was even more irrelevant: "It's okay this time, you cheated on me and robbed me of my son, and my wife ran away! How dare you ask me for a book in Zhoumu? It will be gone in the future, we will abandon all the pitfalls of the first week, I want to change the route, I want to write dark, sad meat articles to take revenge on the society!"

I was so tricked, and before I lifted my head from the blow, Xie Yan also despised me: "It's written in the outline, you and my son are true love! You fucked my son's father, You want to mess with my son, and let your son fuck my son?"

My heart was hit so hard, and my outlook on life, world and values ​​collapsed.I really hated that Baili Fengjiang who tampered with the plot, especially he was a time traveler - I immediately understood Yan Yan's pain firmly... That's my own son!

When I saw that time traveler, I first gave him a slap, and then asked someone to slap him twenty lashes... If it wasn't for the follow-up plot that required him to leave, I would have killed him on the spot!That kid was quite capable of tossing around, and he escaped from the Demon Cult's dungeon.I went down to the underground palace along his path and saw that the coffin of Baili Shuangren had been pried open, and the white bones were exposed in the air. There were shreds of paper scattered beside the coffin, but upon closer inspection it was a book. Torn like this.

The secret book of the Devil's Cult is in my hands, so what is this book?I picked up a few pages to read, and it turned out to be the little Huangwen that Shuangren loved to write later——ha, it’s probably because Baili Fengjiang wanted to steal some property from the Demon Cult’s underground palace, accidentally saw this thing, and was so angry that he tore up the book , and left his bones alone.

I asked people to look for him several times, but couldn't find any clues. It seems that this kid has some skills.But the martial arts conference is approaching, so I had no choice but to go back to the Central Plains first to see Yan Er and the real Gong Gong—that is also an out-of-the-ordinary guy who keeps having affairs all day long, even if Yan Er comes to beg me, I can't ignore them, and I have to follow them The two will clean up the mess behind them.

This shitty book won't end sooner, I'm already so old and still make them torment, can I bear it!

When I arrived in Gusu, I unexpectedly met Baili Fengjiang.Fortunately, since Yu Lanyan came through, I have been constantly refreshing the lower limit. When facing his face painted like a goblin and wearing a woman's clothes, I can still remain calm, and I didn't directly push people into the devil's underground palace Bury Baili Frost Blade.

I lifted him by the collar and carried him back to Lanyang Palace, and when I put him down, I saw that face that made people unable to open their eyes again, so I simply threw him into the dungeon, so as not to worry me.

After a few days, Mr. Longhu seemed to be more honest. When I was free, I remembered that Baili Fengjiang was still in the dungeon.No matter how you deal with it, you have to get someone out to take a look.After all, he is the son of the Master Frost Blade. When I think about reading his book and having sex with him once, no matter whether his son is in the original clothes or wearing them, at least I can’t let people die in my hands.

The thought of him being my son in the future makes me sick like swallowing a fly.But no matter what is in the core, this shell belongs to my son after all. I swallowed all my dissatisfaction and ordered someone to take him to take a bath and change clothes.The water quality in my dungeon was comparable to a swimming pool, and it was said that he would be able to get out with just a quick flush, but that kid didn't know whether he was addicted to bathing or drowned in it, and he didn't move for half an hour after washing.

I was really impatient to wait for him, so I went to the bathroom to get someone.When I got there, I caught up with him trying to harm himself—it would be fine if I didn’t see him. Seeing him messing with me again, I was so angry that I grabbed his hand and threw it away on the spot.After the kid fell into the water, his clothes fell apart, revealing bruises all over his body——he was a victim!My son Qiu Lanxu, the cannon fodder for this article, is actually called a shameless scumbag!

I almost strangled him to death by accident, but fortunately my mind recovered quickly, and I realized that this person could not be killed, so I suppressed my anger and taught him a few words, and then asked someone to take him to Lange to learn all kinds of secrets from my Lanyang Palace.

He did have a bit of foresight, after entering the Lange, he first took the Demon Sect's cultivation technique written by the leader of the Frost Blade, and buried himself in it.After observing him for a while, I appeared and told him the origin of the secret manual.

He actually asked me, if he was the original Baili Fengjiang, how should I treat him.It's funny, if he is really a hundred miles away, can this article be changed?This group of shameless travellers, wearing other people's bodies, wants to enjoy the true feelings of their relatives and friends, but they are unwilling to shoulder the responsibilities that others should bear...

I heard him make a few excuses, and I felt that this person was more shameful than Yan'er—at least what Yan'er did was the author's will, not that he himself did those things on purpose, and this Baili Fengjiang What kind of?Even though he is the protagonist of the next book, the author hasn't written it yet, why should I coax him as the protagonist and let him be presumptuous and rude in front of me?

But this kid is very timid, he was so frightened by my power that he fainted, thinking that me and the son of Master Frost Blade were pierced by such a person, it is really disappointing.But the traversers are probably so incompetent—even after Yulanyan came through, wouldn't they throw up even in a sedan chair?Still refusing to practice martial arts, I wasted my Yan'er's extremely talented body.

But after all, he has my blood in him. Although he is not surnamed Qiu, anyone who pulls him out in the future will say he is my son. He can't be such a waste forever, so I took the time to teach him swordsmanship and take him to eat. meal.His physical strength is far from being as strong as the head of the Demon Cult should be, and he also eats like a chicken, which is not similar to the situation in the Baili Fengjiang that I inquired about when I was in Luoshan a few days ago.

My son is dead, no matter how I think about it, this time traveler will not be similar to him.I sighed secretly in my heart, and taught him a few more words, but I also understood that forcing was useless, so I had no choice but to let him go.

After eating, I saw that he was sweating from my fright, so I asked someone to take him to take a bath, and I also took some ointment to apply on him——he endured me, but it made my son have hickeys all over his body. Finger marks, how can a father like me bear it?

I kindly wanted to apply the medicine for him, but this kid didn't appreciate it, he insisted on applying it himself, and even touched my son's body and started to estrus!

How can there be such shameless feelings in the world!I was so angry that I tied his hands, applied the ointment myself, and vented for him... If my son was alive, I might have the opportunity to do this for him as a father, but now it is a Shou occupying his body, the more people think about it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

Later, I watched him more closely, taught him exercises day and night, and asked him to recite martial arts secrets, which finally took up his time and made him have no time to think about those things that shamed me.Unexpectedly, this person couldn't hook up with a man, so he started to hook up with my maid in the palace, and even tricked a female disciple into buying poison for him, intending to murder me.

Hmph, I also want to see what kind of waves he can stir up in my Lanyang palace.

The day that female disciple brought him the medicine, I kept waiting to see what he could do to prescribe it for me.But I didn't see him make a move until the evening, but he lost his mind and did things upside down. I really couldn't stand it, so I just pointed it out.

I searched him for a while, but I didn't expect that he took the medicine himself, as if he had been poisoned, had difficulty breathing, and called "Dad" as if asking me for help.

I suddenly realized the mentality of a father-married lover like Frost Blade Dashou.Although he is a time traveler, he still wears my son anyway. If my own son called me that, I could hold the whole world in front of him.

I didn't care about my emotions, and quickly opened up his meridians, called Dr. Sun to see him, and even brought in the female disciple who had cheated on him.

At this moment, the boy stiffened and stood up to protect the woman.Hmph, he thought he could stop me from asking questions?I threw him out, and the woman he was protecting knew the trick, and immediately told the truth - the medicine wasn't for me, but a miscarriage medicine.Unexpectedly, in such a strictly forbidden place like my Lanyang Palace, someone would have an affair with an outsider and become pregnant!I was so angry that I asked Dr. Sun to see him, and at the same time ordered the servants who served him to be dragged down and tortured.

...Before I was tortured, my outlook on life was shocked again—my son, no, the kid who wore my son was pregnant.

I know that the leader of the Frost Blade can have children, but his son can also have children. This is really... cheating!

No matter what, the child in his belly is my Qiu Lanxu's blood, and it didn't come from transmigration. If I want this child, I will raise it carefully in the future, and it will be much better than this time traveler.For the sake of my grandson, I tried my best to be pleasant, and promised him whatever he wanted, but who would have thought that this shameless brat would actually want someone to fuck him...

My son's body was also ruined by him like this?I made him so excited that he couldn't move forward or retreat for a while, so I just threw him on the bed and did it myself.Halfway through, he cried and begged for mercy, and said that I was his own father, which meant that I should not disturb the relationship between father and son... How could there be such a thing in this novel, the author even did genetics I don't understand, the age of father and son is not a big deal.

But the appearance of him crying and calling me dad is really affectionate. Although I know he is just a time traveler, I can't help but treat him as my own son. I am much lighter and take care of his feelings everywhere until he is satisfied. until.

On the second day, Dr. Sun came to take his pulse, but said that his health was much better than yesterday.I thought about it for a while, and felt that there was something else going on in his transition from attack to fear—it was also the author's set attack four, even if the soul came from outside, the body was controlled by the author's will.Could it be that because he was poisoned, he became such a physique that he couldn't do without having sex with others?

I questioned him again, only to find out that he was not poisoned, but that the author's newly revised childbirth setting was written in this way.At the beginning, the Frost Blade Sect mainly died like this, so it was really aggrieved... He seemed to realize that he was sorry for the Frost Blade Sect Master, so he fell in my arms and cried bitterly for his father whom he had never met.

Although he is a time traveler, it is not easy to know how to respect the original owner's father.I grew a little more fond of him, cleaned up his body carefully, and tried to make him happy with the songs and dances they love to watch.

It's a pity that he is different from Yan'er, he is not open about this aspect, and he doesn't like future songs.My careful arrangements were in vain, so I didn't bother about it, I just tried my best to help him with the pregnancy, and prepared for him to finish the plot of the Devil's Cult before taking him back to Lanyang Palace.Okay, can I not even afford to support a pair of children and grandchildren?In the future, I will only bring him by my side and tell him to enjoy the rest of my life.

Days passed and it was time for the opening of the martial arts conference. I carefully arranged the appearance of the demon disciples and brought them all to the martial arts conference.Unexpectedly, he turned out the flowers again under my nose, held Yan'er with a sword, and cut a circle of blood on his neck, threatening me brightly.

Until now, I didn't know that he was not a time traveler at all... He is my own son. From the very beginning, the talk of time travel was a lie.

Impossible, Yan'er and Bai Xiaosheng both said that he was wearing clothes, how could these two lie?I tried not to show surprise, but I heard that Xian Bingren also gave circumstantial evidence that he was a time traveler, and it was obvious that Bai Xiaosheng was just talking nonsense...

It turns out that the one I have always hated in my heart, and my subordinates have tortured him a lot, is actually my own son!When I asked him why he didn't say it sooner, he stood opposite me with a Yulan cigarette in his hand and said coldly, "You deserve to be a father too!"

I was so upset that I didn't dare to move. Seeing him standing on the stage, looking at me full of hatred, and hearing the "plot" in Yan'er's mouth, I felt extremely irritable.When Lord Longhu came up to rescue Yan'er, I didn't take advantage of the opportunity to arrest Baili Fengjiang and take him to the Demon Sect. Instead, I stopped Lord Longhu and allowed him to mess up the plot and kidnap Yan'er.

Why didn't I see it... At that time, he even said that I was his own father, but I didn't believe it, but treated him as a time traveler, and mercilessly... killed my own son...

After I injured Lord Longhu, I returned to Lanyang Palace in a daze.I stayed in the palace and thought about it for a long time, but I finally felt that my son was more important.Anyway, the Frost Blade Sect Master had asked the author to write to death early, and had an extra child... I think this is probably the author's fault.If the author hadn't made such a setting for the Devil's Cult, why would my son have to change the plot?

In any case, he is my son, and I can't let him wander outside alone, not to mention he still has a baby in his womb, if no one can give birth to him, what if he dies of hatred like the Frost Blade leader?When I thought of this, my heart felt like it was on fire. I didn't even care about Yan'er, so I took my disciples and rushed directly to south Yunnan to find him.

Fortunately, I tried my best to compensate him and Google later, and the relationship between our father and son finally gradually eased, otherwise I would not have such a good son now.

The only downside is that his backyard is a bit too messy.This is just one wife and one concubine, plus a younger brother who has never been in the family, and there will be a lot of quarrels. If I live a hundred years later, what will happen to that group of people? No one will take care of my son's body?

Earlier, I also hated this son for causing chaos in the world, and secretly asked people to point the finger at Lanyang Palace, which made my reputation plummet. The entrance of Lanyang Palace almost became a petition office, and people squatted at the door to appeal every day.But the punishment has already been punished, and the training has also been given. Seeing him lying sleepily in the house, I hate those two wives and concubines for being unvirtuous, his younger brother is not sensible, and Mr. Longhu——I Teach your son a lesson, why should he join in the fun when he has nothing to do?

Even if Tianya really asked the author to write his son, he would have to wait for the child to be born and confirm the relationship with a drop of blood.

After lunch, I went to the room to check on my son.There is not even a servant in his room, it really looks shameful, it must be that Xian Bingren is not virtuous, he is afraid that my son will take a fancy to these servants and compete with him for favor.

I scanned around his room, although the windows were bright and clean, but there was not enough popularity.When I lived in Lanyang Palace back then, I never told my son that there were no servants by his side. It seems that I have to deploy the manpower on the mountain and pick the best ones to stay with him.When I walked into the inner room, I saw my son was sleeping peacefully on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but curled up into a ball, it looked really pitiful.

I lifted the quilt and touched his belly for a while, and sure enough, his belly was already showing, the belly was very protruding, and the child inside was kicking around under my hands, it seemed that it was more serious than Zongheng's time. Livelier.Jiang'er also seemed to feel my movement, her body swayed slightly, her muscles tensed for a moment, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked up.

Seeing that it was me, he closed his eyes again, opened them again after a short while, straightened up and wanted to sit up from the bed.I grabbed him, held him in my arms and gently wiped the sweat from his head, slowed down and taught me a lesson: "Why are you so flustered? What if you accidentally hurt the fetus when you get up?"

His breathing gradually calmed down, he supported his body with one hand, pushed me away with the other, and called "Dad" with his head down.Although the attitude is not very good, but the cry of father is still very pleasant to hear, so I don't care about him pushing me away, I took a piece of clothes from the bedside for him to put on, and asked: "Jiang'er, are you What's wrong? Dad will ask Yan'er to come and look at it for you."

With his elbows on his knees, his figure was almost hunched, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm just very tired."

When he was pregnant last time, he was also easily tired.But from the looks of it right now, his complexion is fine, and he has grown a little flesh, and finally those few in-laws have contributed to nourishing him—well, of course, a lot of it is also my credit.I took a few more pillows to pad his waist, and massaged him from behind for a while, seeing that he was about to lower his head to sleep again, I asked, "Why have you been so sleepy for the past few days, and you didn't go out for activities in the morning? Yan'er said, you shouldn't be too heavy, you need to exercise more to avoid dystocia."

His expression became more and more ugly, with a bit of grievance and sadness in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were firmly pressed together, he raised his eyes and looked at me again and again, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't say it.But I didn't want to see him so timid and unmanly, I lifted his chin and asked, "What's the matter, what can't you tell dad?"

He was silent for a while, his eyes dropped, he only stared at the quilt, and said in a low voice: "Father, I don't want to turn over my cards, I've been..."

I thought it was a big deal, and it was worth his hesitating to say it?I let go of my hand and patted the back of his hand: "If you don't want to, then don't turn it over for now. Dad will go and tell Li Taoer to hang up those signs, so as to save them from being jealous all day long and making you uncomfortable." quiet."

His eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed my sleeve and called "Father" again, which almost melted my heart.I lowered my head and pecked his lips, and comforted me gently: "What is such a trivial matter, it's worth your attention? You have to be tougher in the future. Dad told you to marry them in to serve you. Can it make you unhappy?"

Those few people are making a fuss these days, so it's better to ask Jiang'er to neglect them for a few days.My own son, since I will take care of his pregnancy, even if those people don't want any of them, it doesn't matter.I lowered my head and kissed him on the lips for a while, and then my hand protruded down the collar of his jacket, and gently teased his navel.

Ever since he was pregnant, it has become extremely sensitive there, as long as he gently scrapes his nails twice, his cheeks will be red all the way to the base of his ears, and his legs will also shrink up to protect his body, as if he refuses to be touched by others.As he stroked his hand all the way down, he would clamp his legs tightly, and his body would tremble slightly, and his whole body leaned against me, pressing me back tightly.

I gently removed the hand that was protecting his belly, then reached down with the other hand, and lowered my head to nibble on the back of his neck.He tried his best to turn his head to the side, but he still leaned against me, half of his face was buried in my clothes, a small whimper sounded from his throat, but he gave his firmness even more to my hands.

I unbuttoned his clothes for him, only to see hickey marks all over his body, new and old overlapped, some were brightly colored, some had faded a lot, it looked very pitiful.He also noticed my gaze, and when he froze, he stretched out his hand to block it.I took his hand away, turned him around, and looked at him carefully from top to bottom - no wonder he felt tired, this group of lifeless things, my son Qiu Lanxu can also make them so ignorant Toss lightly?

It's just that my son is lying on the bed with a blushing complexion, and his head is lowered and his body is erected again. It's hard for him to bear it this time.I lightly caressed the sensitive part of his body, lowered my head and wrapped him into my mouth, licking the thing as softly as possible, teasing his smooth shaft with the tip of my tongue from time to time, letting him enjoy as much as possible.

He pressed the back of my head tightly with both hands, pushing my body in from time to time, and I pressed his leg and told him to slowly deliver it along with my pace.He didn't do this often, and only made me swallow it a few times before it spurted out uncontrollably. Although it never got in my mouth, it still stained my face and neck with wet and slippery things.

I don't really care about swallowing his stuff, or splashing my face like that.But my son is filial, seeing me like this, he pulled up the clothes and wiped it for me, stretched his fingers behind his head with a flushed face, and whispered: "Father, help me..."

He was half leaning and half lying on the pillow, his legs were still open, and the transparent mucus dripped from the part under his body, and it fell in front of my eyes with the opening and closing of that part.Naturally, I couldn't ignore him, so I held him in my arms, told him to straddle my body with his legs apart, pressed him to sit down slowly, supported his buttocks, and pushed him hard from bottom to top.

He pressed my shoulders with both hands, and cooperated with my non-stop movements, his complexion was extremely brightly dyed by love and desire, and a thin layer of red almost floated on his body.When he was extremely emotional, he even bit my shoulder and whimpered in a low voice, and whatever I asked him to do, he just lay on my body and cried "Father" as if weeping.

I don't know how long after, I heard a light knocking sound from outside the door, and after a while, the new saint's voice sounded outside the window: "Master, old master, Aunt Long is here, and he said that today is the opening ceremony. of his brand."

I kept moving, and raised my breath and said to the outside world: "Tell him to go back today, don't need to come. Don't turn over cards for ten days, my son needs to rest well."