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"do not do that."

By the river, the miserable Gao Shou was carrying a basin and was about to pound clothes with a stick, when Di Ting followed him, he had no choice but to stretch his face, begging like a resentful woman.

"What not to do?" Ting Ting laughed, picked a piece of dog's tail grass by the river, and put it in his mouth: "Obviously nothing happened to me."

"Don't be like last time!"

"Oh." Di Ting held the grass in his mouth and looked very obedient: "I promise I won't be like last time. I came to see you doing laundry, so you can get some soap."

Gao Shou's face immediately turned red.

The so-called soap, the Hengshan school didn't have such a rare item, it was that murderous monster Mo Ya who fiddled with some recipe, and finally fiddled with this thing.

The strips, if you beat them finely, will produce fine and sticky white foam, which is also very sticky.

The worst thing is, use this thing to wash your hands, wash your clothes, wash your hair, and finally pass the water, it will be very, very clean.

So generally speaking, Mrs. Gao Shou, who is a woman with virtue, always carries one with her.

"Don't tell me you didn't bring it!" Di Ting jumped over and copied it in the wooden basin he was carrying, and sure enough, he found one.

Brand new, the shape is very lifelike.

Di Ting turned his head, glanced at Gao Shou, slowly stuck out his tongue, and picked wetly at the top.

"This one is peach-flavored, Brother Moya is really talented!" After picking it out, Di Ting handed it over: "Would you like to try it?"

Gao Shou stood where he was, feeling the blood rushing to the top of his head with a "boom".

"Oh you don't want to." Seeing him in a daze, Di Ting became even more happy, and took the soap back: "Then let me make bubbles for you."

After finishing speaking, he turned serious, really very serious, wrapped his hands around the strip, rubbed it up and down, over and over again, and the movements became faster and faster.

The soap started to foam, a white liquid, the foam was barely visible, just sticking to each other, it was dazzlingly white.

Soon, the white liquid filled half of the basin, and because the tiny bubbles burst, it seemed to be alive and squirming.

"I'm done, don't you come to do the laundry?" Facing Gao Shou, Di Ting's eyes were bent into half moons, his fingers dipped in the white foam, and he put it in his mouth, writhing in salty water.

Gao Shou's mind was completely numb, and he walked unsteadily, and for some reason, he walked to the end of the pedal step by step.

After inserting his hand into the pile of lewd foam, he even began to breathe unnaturally, the breath strung up in his throat, making a whistle-like sound.

"Your clothes are oil-stained, so it should be washed." The deadly Ting Ting still smiled, came over and unbuttoned his buckle with his teeth, then stuck out the tip of his tongue, bit by bit, from his neckline Clothes pushed down.

After the upper body was completely naked, Di Ting went to the river to pick two stalks of dogtail grass, and soaked them in the basin full of white slimy foam.

Holding the two dog tails, he began to itch Gao Shou, starting from the belly, moving up slowly, and finally stopped at the tip of the right nipple.

It was numb, crispy and cold, after being rubbed a few times, Gao Shou's muscles and bones were pulled clean, and his whole body was limp, but only that place gradually hardened.

"Don't do this..." He struggled: "I have confiscated my disciples, if I fail, the martial arts of our Hengshan sect will be lost."

"You sect's unscrupulous, unscrupulous, fuming boy's skills, it's best to lose them." Di Ting said softly, biting his earlobe lightly, and with the other hand, he took some white foam from the basin.

"Besides, didn't we try it a few times before, as long as you don't let it out, you won't break your kung fu." After a while, I listened and added, I don't know when my hand had already reached down, and it was embarrassingly pressed against his acupuncture point because there was The wretched white foam is lubricated, and one finger enters it effortlessly, sliding circles inside, whirling every line.

Going in a little deeper, turning around a few times, Ting Ting felt that Gao Shou's breathing was visibly stagnant.

"So it's here." Di Ting continued to bite his ear, playing the drum with his fingers, trembling heavily on it.

Gao Shou clearly gritted his teeth, but he still moaned, his front body was also completely high-spirited, standing tall.

"That's not enough?" Listening to his ear, licking his earlobe carefully, adding another finger, teasing his sensitive parts in turn, like a gust of wind and rain, as if there is still a rhythm, playing a string.

Gao Shou raised his head, his whole body was soft, it was early winter, but he was sweating hotly, and leaned against Di Ting's shoulder wetly.

Di Ting's smiling eyes are still half-bent, he poked his head over, and his hands kept moving, enclosing his right nipple, following the rhythm of snapping fingers, licking and biting, after the numbness, there will be pain, determined not to mess up.

"No... really... no, I can't help it." Gao Shou trembled, knowing that he couldn't, but he roared in his heart, so he could only open his mouth and breathe heavily, like a fish being tormented.

That Xiangdi listened but didn't seem to hear, biting his chest while reaching down with his hands, pushing his half-faded pants to the bottom.

The purple swelled penis seemed to be elastic, and it jumped out at once. The orifice was wet and was already oozing juice.

"Your thing, in fact... can also make white juice." Di Ting moved his face closer and looked at it very seriously: "Do you want me to beat it for you?"

"Yes..." Gao Shouchang, who was in a daze, responded, but he regained consciousness in an instant, and shook his head again and again: "Don't..., don't play with me, okay, or I will..."

"Is the martial arts of your Hengshan sect really more important than our sexual happiness?" Di Ting frowned, looking very serious again, and sighed.

As soon as the beast sighed, he didn't know what tricks to play. Gao Shou, who had only half of his brain circuit, was about to cry. When he was racking his brains to figure out how to answer him, he saw Di Ting fell back and went to the river. He scooped up a handful of water.

Although the river water in early winter is not bitter, it is still cool and refreshing. He listened and lowered his head, watching the river seep through his fingers, slowly soaking Gao Shou's avatar.

The little brother who suffered from the cold softened little by little, and returned to the original size, but the mouth of his body was still shrinking, and he was extremely greedy.

"You...don't play anymore?" Gao Shou said in a hoarse voice, not knowing whether he was lucky or unwilling.

"I'm very sad." Di Ting pouted, took out a finger-long jade object from his bosom, and dipped it into the white froth that he whipped out earlier: "You value the Hengshan School more than I do."

Gao Shou blinked, looked at the thing in his hand, couldn't help but stuttered, and said: "This...what is this thing, I told you not to get too close to that pervert Mo Ya, you..."

"I've learned it badly." Di Ting continued to curl his lips, took the thing out of the white foam, and handed it to Gao Shou: "This thing is called Yujue, which is a special kind of Yujue. The pattern on it is Qianlong Feisheng. You can see that the hole is very suitable, not too big and not too small, and it will be very tight if you put three fingers in it."

"Why...why not big or small?"

After all the words were spoken, Gao Shou realized how stupid the question was.

Because Di Ting had already put that finger-length Yu Jue with a hole in the middle...on his little brother who had just languished.

The size of the hole was just right, a little bigger than his sluggish younger brother, just enough to fit another finger of Di Ting.

So Di Ting's finger took the jade and slid it back and forth.

Because it is lubricated with white foam, it slides very smoothly at first. The joints of Di Ting's fingers and the internal pattern of Yu Jue caress the blood vessels and skin there, back and forth. Gap filled.

Listening carefully, he quickly pulled out his fingers, supported Yujue to slide gently, while bending down, stuck out his tongue, and gently wrapped it around the mouth of the bell.

"It's a pity that Qianlong soars...with it, your dragon can't soar." Licking the gap, Di Ting still didn't forget to ask for entertainment: "How about it, do you want to hurry up?"

"I want..." Gao Shou hissed, his whole body began to flush, even his nipples stood up automatically, and finally found a bit of courage, reached out to Di Ting's crotch, took out his belongings, and held them tightly in the palm of his hand .

Di Ting immediately sped up his movements, the jade slid back and forth quickly, and the fine pattern flowed by like flowing water, squeezing out the white foam that had been filled up one by one, and dripping slowly from the top very lewdly.

Gao Shou was full of hatred in his heart, and his subordinates did not stop, even faster than Di Ting.

But Di Ting had a feeling that he could inflate infinitely, but he soon reached the limit, no matter how slippery the white foam was, Yu Jue was clinging tightly to his avatar, the tighter it became, it was impossible to move any more.

This feeling of desire being stuck in the throat is driving people crazy. Gao Shou is going crazy. He lowered his head again, only to see Di Ting approaching his avatar. .

"I...you..." Gao Shou panted, being held tighter and tighter by that Yu Jue, the pain was unbearable, and said: "You...don't play with me, it's really impossible, you go to the back."

At this time, Di Ting couldn't hold it anymore, after hearing what he said, he really turned around behind him, supported his hips with both hands, rolled around slightly at the opening of the acupuncture point, and then penetrated deeply.Because it has been explored before, Di Ting remembers where his sensitive points are, and he lingers there every time he inserts and withdraws, and never misses.

This kind of stimulation was far worse than before, because Gao Shou couldn't vent, he gradually became a little dizzy, his knees were heaving and sweating profusely in Ting Ting.

"Are you really willing to...be like this for the rest of your life?" Di Ting stretched out two fingers into his mouth as he moved, and bit him to relieve the pain.

"Hmm..." Gao Shou sucked his finger, but he was reluctant to bite it, he just shook his head falteringly.

"You are a master, it will not take any trouble to shatter this jade."

"Hmm..." Still shaking his head, Gao Shou was about to go crazy, his front body couldn't grow bigger, but he stood upright, pointing like a sword at the sky.

So Di Ting went over, wiped off the white foam, and when the transparent juice gradually oozed from his mouth, he picked it up with his fingers and put it into his mouth again.

"Try it yourself, how much you want, why force yourself so much."

"..."

"If you fail, I will support you."

"..."

"I still support your four senior brothers and master. If your master climbs a tree and forgets how to get down, I will go up and carry him."

"..."

"If you still like to be a master, I'll steal another faction's cheats for you, and double cultivate with you, and I will give you all my internal strength."

"..."

"Okay, I'll wash all the clothes. If you're going to lose your strength, I'll feed you. If you eat melon seeds, I'll shell them for you."

Having said all this, Gao Shou still didn't respond at all, Di Ting was a little impatient, he straightened up and bumped fiercely, held his chin with his hand, and looked into his eyes.

Seeing this, both of them were a little embarrassed.

I don't know if it's because of the extreme pain or something else, but Gao Shou, who has always been lacking in roots and tendons, seems to be crying now.

Di Ting was taken aback for a moment, then slowly leaned over, stuck out his tongue, and carefully sucked up the bitter and salty liquid.

Gao Shou turned his head, probably feeling so ashamed, it took a long time before he hummed: "You still have to empty the toilet, wash the quilt, and go to the lake to hunt wild ducks for me to eat."

"it is good……"

"When I break the merits, I will also stab you. We count, and I will be on top of every order."

"……,it is good."

"In winter, when you sleep at night, you have to turn into a beast shape with your belly facing up. Touch me and put your legs up for me."

"……,……,good."

Even such an unreasonable and limitless request was met, Gao Shou had nothing more to say, and was slowly turned away by Di Ting, his four lips touched, his soft tongue was entwined like a snake, wishing he could suck him up .

Di Ting's crotch was still moving, but it got the response, the two wet bodies were pressed together, undulating in the same rhythm, sweat transpired, filling every gap of desire.

"Gao Shou, raise people high, idiot Gao..." Di Ting gradually lost control because of the excitement, and he yelled his name: "I want... I want... to cum, do you think about it?"

Gao Shou groaned, and finally didn't hesitate anymore, holding the jade stick, exerted three strengths, and shattered it.

The penis that had lost its restraint immediately excited, and all the suppressed pleasure rushed out from the depths of the body in an instant like a flood gate.

"I ejaculated..."

During the last ups and downs of the hoarse voice of Truing, Gao Shou was also struck by lightning, his body was instantly evacuated, the white turbid liquid was boiling hot, drawing a strange arc in midair, and fell into the water with a plop.

After a cup of tea, although Gao Shou was awkward in various ways, he had to be recited by Di Ting reluctantly because of the weakness of his limbs.

Di Ting was actually very happy, but he still didn't forget to play with him. He turned his head back with a smile and said, "Today is the first time, and next time will be the second time. It's an even number, so I'll stab you."

Gao Shou was stunned, and immediately realized that he had suffered a big loss, because his hands were too weak to pinch his neck, so he bit his teeth, stretching his ears as if they were tearing his face.

The two flirted and walked forward for a while, then Di Ting stopped and did not look back, squinting at the reeds behind to the right.

Mo Ya then stood up very calmly, rubbed his eyes, and said boldly: "Ah, I'm here to look for Gao Shou, I just arrived."

"Just now you squatted in the reed field?"

"People have three urgencies..."

"Then you're thinking about going back and changing the soap formula, and adding a hundred catties of aphrodisiacs to it."

Mo Ya immediately let out a cry and rolled his eyes: "Master Shen Beast, you just listen to my heart. Anyway, I didn't listen to anything. I don't know who you agreed to touch." One pinch per day.

Gao Shou sighed, he was a real person after all, he first listened carefully, and then asked Mo Ya: "You said you were looking for me, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's your brothers who asked me to tell you that your master climbed the tree again today."

"Ah?! What about them? What are they doing?"

"Your third senior brother went down the mountain to find Miss Hua, and the other three are pestering the monk and playing mahjong."

Gao Shou was speechless, so he could only turn his head and stare at Di Listening.

"I know, I promised you!" Di Ting said angrily, "But I can't throw you here to carry your master, because you have broken your kung fu, I want to take you back to adjust your breath."

It was telling the truth, so there was only one last solution left.

"Okay, I get it. I've always respected the old and loved the young, and I'm a role model for the people." In the end, Mo Ya was stared at by the two of them and had to surrender: "I'll go, is it done? You two go back and give me time when you have time." Look at the monk, he is already poor, don't lose me to others in the end."

"Hey, master, what order are you handing out, play the cards quickly."

The most luxurious place of the Hengshan School, the Sutra Pavilion and the chess and card room, Comrade Second Brother, the rear protector, widened his eyes and couldn't help but give Na Xu a nudge.

Na Xu sighed, his brows and eyes were still clear, but his expression was full of pain, and he said: "Three protectors, Buddhists don't gamble, I'd better not come."

"Scary, you have even broken the precept of obscenity, you have broken the sky, and returned to the Buddhist family, hurry up and play your cards!"

"The poor monk will leave?"

"Get out, get out."

Na Xu snorted, but didn't play any tiles. He just stretched out his slender and handsome hand, and pushed down the mahjong one by one in front of him.

When the last card was down, the faces of the three guardians all turned green.

"Master is amazing, I'm confused, even though he's an ass!" The elder brother is more able to respond: "You, you, give me the money!"

"The monks don't tell lies. This is the four joys of self-touching, a total of 88 times." Naxu clasped his hands together.

The three guardians fell silent, their faces all emerald green.

"Ah!" After a while, the sissy fourth senior brother suddenly raised his voice, "Did Master go to the tree again? I'm really worried about being an apprentice!"

This sissy usually likes to play a female role, and everyone basically turns sour when she speaks, but today the brothers have changed their sex one after another, and echoed with each other.

"Very worried, very worried!"

The three shameless people spoke in unison for the first time, and they squeezed out the door together with a "boom".

At the same moment, the top of Hengshan Mountain.

Hengshan is not high, and there are no exotic flowers and plants. The only thing that is relatively rare is the red cedar tree on the top of the mountain.

Because the tree is a hundred years old, the tree has grown to a height of several feet. Although it has been struck by lightning several times, it is still lush and magnificent.

Now at the top of this tree, there is a martial arts legend in fluttering clothes, the head of Xing Yimin of the Hengshan School.

Men who practice boy kung fu are generally old, so although the head of Xing is over seventy years old, his appearance is still very hale and hale, with his hands behind his back, he is looking at the south with a fairy-tale air.

And at his feet, Comrade Mo Ya, who respects the old and loves the young, is stretching out one leg, kicking the tree in a very rogue posture.

"Master Xing." After he finished kicking the tree, he circled his mouth and shouted, "You'd better come down."

"I won't go down, it's good that I'm here."

The head of punishment replied from the top of the tree that he also has Parkinson's syndrome, but he has a very advanced Parkinson's disease, and he is a fairy.

"But you're not wearing panties!"

"A gentleman is magnanimous, why should he be afraid?"

Having said that, the rascal Mo Ya couldn't take it anymore, he yawned and squatted under the tree, took out a piece of paper from his arms, waved it in the wind and began to appreciate it.

The three worried Dharma protectors rushed over together at this moment, and with a huff, the three surrounded the ancient tree.

"Where is Gao Shou, where is Gao Shou?" The second black-faced brother is always the first to speak.

"Gao Shou..., already broken." Mo Ya yawned again, "I am also very unhappy about climbing trees, so the only way now is to wait for your master to come down."

"Impossible! As long as the master climbs the tree, he will definitely forget the lightness kung fu!"

"I know, so I'm going to wait and see this while I wait."

"What are you looking at?" The three guardians noticed the big piece of paper in his hand at this moment, and moved their heads together.

"The photo of all the beauties gone, one hundred and eight girls of all kinds, all gone!" Mo Ya said loudly.

The surrounding three heads and six eyes froze collectively.

"Ah!" At the end, the sissy fourth brother was the most perceptive, and screamed again: "Sure enough, there are one hundred and eight of them, and they are all stunning~~~"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Although the other two were shameless, they still had some understanding. Hearing this, they nodded quickly, squeezed their heads, and looked at the big paper almost like pasting pancakes.

The head of punishment at the top of the tree is not very calm at this time.

Although he has Parkinson's syndrome and his comprehension has declined in some aspects, he still selectively remembers the non-mainstream words brought by Mo Ya.

Big waves, beauties, all gone.These words are all within the optional range.

Then the true energy began to flow coherently, swelling between his empty robes.

While the four thieves were fascinated and gasped one after another, the head of punishment remembered his lightness kung fu after climbing the tree for the first time, and landed buoyantly.

Then, the three Dharma protectors who had already broken their kung fu seemed to suddenly think of their light kung fu again, and scattered like birds and beasts with a coaxing sound.

Only self-masochist Mo Ya was fearless, raised his head upwards, and showed the oil paper wrapped in medicine to the head of punishment, saying: "Master, I didn't lie to you, this paper is a picture of one hundred and eight big waves." The scene after all the beauties disappeared..."

And then, Mo Ya had a hole in his head, and was thrown into Naxu's room by the head of punishment who once defeated the leader of the Demon Cult.

Although the wound was not big, there was a lot of blood. Na Xu bandaged him with a cold face, and the aftermath was not finished until noon.

At the beginning of winter at that time, the sun was just right, shining on the fine down on the side of Naxu's face, it seemed to be able to melt all the ice and snow in the world.

Because there was no pain in his heart, at this time Mo Ya finally felt that the wound on his forehead was going to hurt, it was so painful, so he leaned on Na Xu's shoulder and said, "Monk, my clothes are stained with blood, let's bring soap, Let's go to the river to do laundry together."