Drunken

In the early morning of this day, the drunkard tossed and turned on his bed, only feeling that the alcohol bug in his stomach was attacking again, and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

But Wuhui was afraid that he would drink too much wine and hurt his health. Recently, he was only given one jar of wine a day, and the rest of the wine was stored in the wine cellar in his cave. There was really no wine around him.

In the end he couldn't bear it anymore, and walked towards the cave where Nangong Wuhui lived, just about to steal a jar of wine to satisfy his greed, but he didn't expect that when he entered the cave, he saw that there was no one on the bed.

"No regrets..." In an instant, his heart was empty.

At this time, if Wugui didn't sleep in the cave, where would he go?Is he gone?where to?

The wine golem rushed out of the cave like crazy, searched around, but never saw Nangong Wuhui.

"My brain, I forgot to use spells!" He slapped his forehead.I blame myself for being too impatient, forgetting that there is still a person-finding spell available!

He stretched out his palm and released a black light, which turned into a few points of black light and scattered in all directions. With his index fingers crossed on his forehead, he manipulated the black light to find people.

Soon he found Nangong Wuhui's figure halfway up the mountain, and the wine demon immediately retracted the black light, and quickly ran towards the mountainside.

"No regrets—"

"I'm here." Seeing him from a distance, Nangong Wuhui smiled and waved to him, "Brother Buzui, why did you wake up so early?"

"Why did you come here, let the elder brother find it easier." Only when he came to him, the wine devil was relieved, and he also noticed the things in his hand.

"Today is my mother's death day, I'll go down the mountain to buy some ghost paper and burn it for my mother." Nangong Wuhui said, raising the ghost paper candle in his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me when you went down the mountain?" I was upset, and the tone of the wine demon was not very good.

He felt upset when he couldn't see Wugui, and he didn't understand what was wrong with him more and more.

Finding him slightly angry, Nangong Wuhui shrank his shoulders, "This... I want to go down the mountain early and come back as soon as possible, I don't want to wake you up..."

Can't see the drunk brother rushing over in such a hurry, he must be worried about what he didn't see.Nangong Wuhui blamed himself in his heart.

"Big brother, I'm sorry..."

Seeing him bow his head with a sad look on his face, the drunkard suddenly felt that he had frightened him, and quickly comforted him, "It's okay, brother is not angry, just worried about you."

Then, pointing to the things in his hand, he said, "Aren't you going to pay homage to your mother? Brother also came to help."

"Then thank you, Brother Buzui!" Nodding, Nangong Wuhui smiled.

After taking care of everything, Nangong Wuhui knelt on the top of the empty mountain, tied his hair with a white scarf, respectfully placed his mother's ashes and tablet in front of him, and kowtowed three times.

"Mother, the child is not filial, so far you have not been able to fulfill your wish." As she spoke, tears slid down her cheeks and wet the front of her clothes.

"No regrets, it's no fault of you." The drunkard stood behind him and patted him on the shoulder twice, "Don't worry, in time, you will be able to defeat your two older brothers and fulfill your mother's wish!"

"Well... I know, thank you, Brother Buzui." Knowing that he was comforting himself, Nangong Wuhui forced a smile.

"Laughing is uglier than crying. If you are sad, cry out. It's not good to hold it in your heart." Rubbing his hair, the drunkard took paper money from the bamboo basket beside him and threw them into the brazier one by one.

"Brother Buzui, why haven't you seen a letter from your grandfather these days?" Not wanting Brother Buzui to accompany him to feel sad, he simply changed the subject.

"My grandfather?" The drunkard was taken aback, and the movements of his hands stopped.He is a demon, born of everything in the world, how could there be a grandfather?

"That's right, it's Senior Liquor Demon. Didn't you say that Senior Liquor Demon went out to wander around, but it's been almost a year, why is there no news?" Nangong Wuhui blinked and asked curiously.

"Ah... my grandfather has a weird temper. It's normal for him to go out for two or three years and not come back, and he doesn't have the habit of sending letters and reporting his safety." The corner of his mouth twitched, and the alcoholic quickly replied.He almost forgot the lie he told back then, and almost revealed it if he didn't pay attention.

"I don't know what senior Liquor Demon looks like. Is he as pure and immortal as in the legend, detached and refined?" Mentioning this senior, Nangong Wuhui couldn't help but fantasize about the appearance of the rumored expert.

"This..." The drunkard was a little dumbfounded.

What kind of Taoist spirit, detached and refined, he is a demon, how could he have immortal energy?

"Actually, if you think about how old Brother Buzui looks like, you can almost count it." With his chin propped on one hand, Nangong Wuhui looked at him and smiled slightly.

Brother Buzui looks good, even if he gets old, he shouldn't change much. At most, he has a few wrinkles on his face and a few more strands of beard...

"I want to grow old too..." Hearing what he said, the drunkard touched his face and suddenly sighed.

He has maintained this appearance for many years, and it would be a lie to say that he is not bored. He also wanted to experience the life, aging, sickness and death of mortals, but it was impossible.

He is a demon, even if his magic power disappears, he will disappear without a trace as time goes by, but he will not grow old.

"Brother Buzui said this, as if you will never grow old." Nangong Wuhui said casually, not taking what he said to himself to heart.

"Let's not talk about that, after the ghost paper is burnt out, I have to practice kung fu later." Afraid that he would not be able to make up his mind if he continued to ask, the wine demon hurriedly threw the few remaining ghost paper into the brazier.

"By the way, no regrets, there are wild beasts breaking into the mountain recently, so don't run around these few nights." Before leaving, the wine devil suddenly turned around and told him.

"There are beasts?" Nangong Wuhui couldn't help shivering when he heard that.

"Yes, there are some footprints of wild beasts on the back mountain. I have searched several times but have not found them. But don't worry, I will find them as soon as possible. In short, you just stay in the cave at night and don't come out." The drunkard said casually .

In fact, the day after tomorrow is the full moon. He wants to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon at that time, and turn the alcohol accumulated in his body into mana. In the past year, he has no regrets, so he can only practice hastily in the middle of the night. If this continues, I'm afraid The mana will go backwards, so I have to make up for it at once while the moon is full.

"I don't listen to Brother Drunk, you have to be careful not to be hurt by wild animals." Nangong Wuhui said with concern.

"Didn't you underestimate big brother? How could a mere beast hurt me." The drunkard snorted unconvinced.

"Yes, brother who is not drunk is invincible in the world. After brother who is not drunk gets rid of the beasts, I will make a few jars of good wine for you to celebrate."

"Wuhui, you are so kind, big brother loves you so much!" Hearing that there was wine to drink, the drunkard hugged him happily, holding his face and was about to kiss him.

"Let's say it up front, one pot at most, otherwise I won't give it to you next time." He turned his head quickly, blushing instantly.

Don't get drunk, brother, it's like a different person when he hears about drinking, he doesn't have the demeanor of a peerless master at all!

On a full moon night, when the moon was shining brightly in the sky, the drunkard looked up at the starry sky and took a deep breath.

Glancing at the cave, he found out that Wuhui was already asleep, so he got up and flew into the air, directly reaching the highest point of the mountain.

"Good luck, the moon tonight is much more round than the sun in the past." Looking at the full moon hanging high in the sky, he immediately sat cross-legged and sat on the floor.

He opened his mouth and spit out the inner alchemy into the air. The brown inner alchemy was the size of a pigeon egg, and it smelled of alcohol under the moonlight.

Driven by the wine devil's luck, the inner alchemy began to rotate slowly, absorbing the moonlight, converting the alcohol stored in the alchemy into amber mana, and then storing it back into the inner alchemy.

Gradually, the originally brown inner alchemy flourished, and slowly turned into golden yellow.

After nearly two hours of exercise, the smell of alcohol has been transformed by half, and the practice has come to the most critical and dangerous moment.

The wine devil looked at Neidan wholeheartedly, thinking that there should be no one to disturb the barrier set up around the mountain, but he just forgot one person!

"No... Brother Buzui, what are you doing?!" At some point, Nangong Wuhui stood not far away, looking at him palely.

When the familiar voice came, the wine demon was startled, and his true energy diverted for a moment, hitting his internal organs, causing him to spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Disturbance is the most taboo when practicing. I didn't expect Nangong Wuhui to appear suddenly, and it was at the most critical moment...

"Brother, you vomited blood!" Although shocked, Nangong Wuhui didn't retreat, but ran over to support him.

He drank too much water before going to bed today, got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, but saw the mountain top glowing with golden light like a fire, he was puzzled, so he forgot the advice of Brother Buzui, and wanted to find out, but he did not expect to see this scene here !

"I... I'm insane..." I felt like my chest was on fire, and the smell of alcohol that hadn't been completely transformed was rushing around in my internal organs, and the face of the drunkard was also distorted horribly.

"I'll take you to the doctor." Although he didn't know what happened, he could tell that he had caused trouble, and Nangong Wuhui regretted it.

No matter who Buzui Big Brother is, he won't abandon him, and if he didn't appear suddenly, Buzui Big Brother wouldn't be in trouble!

He wanted to hug the drunkard, but was pushed away by him.

"Don't touch me!" Clutching his chest, the drunkard said with difficulty: "While my sanity is still there, you can go."

"I won't leave." Shaking his head, Nangong Wuhui looked at him firmly.

"You're going to die..."

"I'm not afraid, brother Buzui is a good man and won't hurt me."

"I..." Before he could finish speaking, the drunkard spat out another mouthful of blood and passed out.

Nangong Wuhui tried to lift him up, found that he could carry him, immediately carried him back to the cave, and wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve.

At this moment, the wine devil suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes, looking straight at him.

"Woo..." Suddenly, the drunkard let out a low cry, stretched out his hand to cover his face, leaned close to his neck to sniff, and stuck out his tongue to lick it a few times.

"Brother Don't Drunk, you're awake." He was both surprised and delighted at the drunkard's sobriety, but his next actions left Nangong Wuhui at a loss.

"Wine..." The wine demon whispered, rubbing against his body continuously.

The smell of wine on Nangong Wuhui's body made him almost go crazy. He imagined that he drank like usual and used wine to relieve his discomfort, but he couldn't find the altar, so he couldn't help but become more and more anxious.

"Brother, let me go." Looking at the drunkard on top of him, Nangong Wuhui faintly felt that something was wrong, so he picked up an object and threw it at him.

The jug just hit the Drunken Demon's forehead, and the remaining liquid in the jug poured all over his head, and the wine entered his mouth, which seemed to make the Drunken Demon sober.

Holding his sore forehead, he moaned endlessly, and was even more surprised when he saw who the person in front of him was, "No regrets...how could it be you?!"

"Brother Buzui, is your head okay?" Nangong Wuhui didn't dare to move his body stiffly.

"It's okay..." The drunkard smiled wryly and shook his head, but how could he be okay if he got mad?He was just afraid that he would really do something that he would regret.

"Stop talking about this, Wugui, go away!" The drunkard sat up and stretched out his hand to push him.

He has gone too far into madness, and he can still retain a bit of reason now, but he really doesn't know what he will do later.

"No, I want to save you."

"You can't save me!" Looking into his clear eyes, the drunkard's heart skipped a beat.

Now the evil fire in his body is too strong and must be vented. The only way is to have sex... But, how could he do such a thing to Wuhui!

"You don't go, I go!"

After the wine demon finished speaking, he barely stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave. Unfortunately, his internal injuries were too serious, and he fell forward before taking two steps——

"Brother not drunk!" Nangong Wuhui subconsciously reached out to help him.

Unexpectedly, the Liquor Demon suddenly turned his head, his brown eyes instantly turned blood red, and his brown hair fluttered without wind, staring at him like a bloodthirsty beast.

He wanted to escape, but his whole body was as stiff as a rock, and he couldn't move.

"I want to—" A roar was like the roar of a wild lion, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

"Brother, no..."

Before he finished speaking, the drunkard's lips were printed on him, sucking his lips like a starving ghost.

He stared at the drunkard with terrified eyes, and wanted to say something, but the wet and hot tip of his tongue took advantage of it, and the strong smell of alcohol hit his face, blinding his mind.

The drunkard held him tightly, greedily licking and sucking every corner of his mouth, absorbing the delicious saliva.

A strange sense of fear hit his heart, Nangong Wuhui wanted to run but couldn't, and wanted to hide but couldn't dodge...

"Give it to me... give it to me..." The drunkard roared excitedly, all the fiery breath sprayed on his face, and his big hands tore at his clothes indiscriminately.

"Brother not drunk, wake up, don't do this!" Nangong Wuhui turned his head, constantly resisting the other party's frivolity.

The drunkard raised his handsome face to look at him, but his eyes were cloudy, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils, making his face turn red involuntarily, faintly hot.

The familiar smell of wine on the man in his arms stimulated the disordered breath in the drunkard's body. He only felt that his lower body was getting harder and harder, and he just wanted to find an outlet to vent...

With a loud roar, he suddenly grabbed Nangong Wuhui's buttocks and rubbed them vigorously. The hard giant also pressed between his legs, stabbing frantically, trying to find a place to enter.

Nangong Wuhui was so frightened by his sudden action that his whole body trembled, he could only shout loudly in a panic, trying to wake him up.

"Big Brother Don't Get Drunk, let me go!"

"It smells so good..." But the drunkard lay beside his ear, moaning indistinctly, and his big hands were even more brazenly kneading his buttocks, trying to tear off the obstructive clothes between the two of them.

"Brother Buzui, look clearly, I have no regrets!" Although Nangong Wuhui struggled hard, his strength was not as strong as the opponent's, and he was defeated in a short while. He only felt that the place touched by Brother Buzui's big hand Like being scalded, hot and numb.

Before he could stop it, his clothes were shattered into pieces under the hands of the wine devil. He wanted to cover up his naked body, but his hands were blocked and pressed on top of his head.

Suddenly, the drunkard reached out and grabbed his lower body, squeezed it a few times, and he became so hard.

The pink jade stem trembled under the gaze of the drunkard, and the transparent liquid dripped from the front end, wet the base of the thigh.

"Big Brother Don't Drunk, I have no regrets, can you bear with it?" Feeling a hot iron rod on his thigh, his face changed drastically, and he watched the giant swell little by little. , that size is not owned by ordinary people at all!

"This deity is a wine demon, so I can do whatever I want, why should I be patient?" The wine demon roared, lowered his head and gnawed and bit his chest, leaving several red marks.

"Ah... Brother Buzui..." Nangong Wuhui groaned heavily, pushing his shoulders vigorously with both hands.

But the drunkard was like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, greedily buried his head on his chest, but perhaps feeling the pain of Nangong Wuhui, he gradually changed from biting to sucking, and from sucking to licking.

The hot and moist tip of his tongue kept teasing his nipples, causing his whole body to tremble constantly, and his brain was burned into a mess by the aroused pleasure.

The pink fruit was red and swollen and stood upright under the sucking, like a blooming winter plum. It was as bright red as blood, which made his skin fairer and made people unable to take their eyes off it.

"Don't...ah..." Nangong Wuhui panted, trying to break free from this inhuman torture, but couldn't help moaning.

"Why not? No one is allowed to despise this deity!" The drunkard muttered while pressing a huge object against his buttocks, as if talking to himself.

The fiery big palm forcefully opened Nangong Wuhui's buttocks, pushing towards the tightly closed folds.

The drunkard who lost his nature didn't know what sympathy was, so he roughly separated his legs, raised his lower body and poked at the tight place——

"No, it will crack..." The vivid feeling of a foreign body about to break into his body made Nangong Wuhui scream, and instinctively closed his legs tightly.

"Be obediently vent your anger on this deity, or this deity will eat you in one bite!" But the drunk demon yelled at him mercilessly, and slapped his buttocks even harder, as if he had changed himself.

"You kill me..." Nangong Wuhui closed his eyes in despair, hot tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, he never thought that the big brother Buzui would treat him so ruthlessly.

"Kill you? How can I be willing to kill you? Such a sweet baby, I don't even have time to like it." The wine demon rolled his eyes, smiled and kissed him on the face.

Looking at the capricious Budui brother, Nangong Wuhui felt pain in his heart, knowing that he became like this because of his madness, but he was powerless to wake him up.

Everything was caused by himself, but he didn't expect Brother Buzui to do such a thing after going mad...

"Let the deity go in obediently, and it won't hurt after a while." The drunkard patted his buttocks half-coaxingly, and kept spraying fiery breath in his ears.

At this point, it's useless to say anything.Let him bear his fault. If he hadn't appeared suddenly, he wouldn't have caused Budui to become like this.

In the end, Nangong Wuhui still held back his embarrassment, slowly opened his legs, and let the big hands of the wine demon roam freely between his legs...

The slender fingers suddenly pierced into his body, causing him to cry out in pain, "It hurts—"

The drunkard quickly pulled out his finger, and poked it in again, back and forth several times, from one finger to two fingers, and then to three fingers, deeper and deeper.

"Stop..." The back acupoint was hot, and there was an indescribable itchiness, which made Nangong Wuhui almost couldn't help moaning.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

The drunken demon licked the corner of his mouth, squeezed his body between his legs again, pushed the purple-red giant against the newly opened back hole, and tried to poke it a few times.

Nangong Wuhui's bright eyes were filled with a touch of sadness. After this night, many things will change. After that, can he still treat Big Brother Buzui as his big brother?

At this time, the drunken demon thrust his lower body hard, pierced into his body fiercely, and tightly fitted it, leaving no gaps.

"It hurts...come out..." He whispered, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But surrounded by his tight inner wall, and the intoxicating aroma of wine filled his breath, the drunkard, who was burning with lust, fell into a state of extreme madness.

Soon, he quickly thrust into Nangong Wuhui's narrow and tight body, enjoying the ecstasy of love...

"It hurts... Take it easy..." Nangong Wuhui groaned in pain, feeling as if his waist was about to break off. He kept yelling, but he couldn't stop the invasion of the wine demon, and was so painful that he was powerless to resist. raging.

"Brother not drunk..." He closed his eyes, clenched his silver teeth, and heard the heavy panting of the drunkard.

With the passage of time, the biting pain that I thought would never go away gradually receded, replaced by an unprecedented tingling feeling, and places in my body that had never been touched were constantly being invaded, and the tough offensive was transformed into a sweet caress.

He had to bite his lower lip tightly to keep himself from moaning in shame, but his lower body couldn't help but arched higher, getting closer to his predator.

"Hmm... that's great." The drunkard thrust and thrust on his body excitedly, at an astonishingly fast speed.

"Aha... um..." Finally, Nangong Wuhui couldn't help but yelled out, clasping his fingers tightly on the shoulders of the wine devil, his body swayed in and out of his huge desire.

"Ah... don't touch there..." A steady stream of groans escaped from his mouth, and his long sweaty hair was pressed against his cheeks, making his fair complexion even more charming.

Encouraged by Nangong Wuhui's groans, the drunkard moved even more vigorously, pulled out his desire completely and pushed it in again, each time revealing some bright red flesh, which made the people under him beg for mercy.

"Ah... let me go... I can't do it..." He swayed weakly, and his legs were also wrapped around the waist of the drunkard, trying to stabilize himself.

But his subconscious actions were like adding fuel to the fire, and the drunkard sprinted on his newly experienced body more wantonly, feeling the ecstasy feeling of being tightly surrounded by the warm narrow hole.

"Stop it...it's too hot..."

Nangong Wuhui felt that he was about to be out of breath, so he could only let out ecstatic moans following the wild rush of the wine demon.

"Brother Don't Drunk—"

He screamed unrestrainedly, the unprecedented joy and pleasure completely shattered his reason, his hands tightly grasped the shoulder of the alcoholic, and he sank powerlessly into the vortex of lust.

And in his tight body, the drunkard also felt an unprecedented stimulation, wishing to stay in his body forever and not come out.

Gradually, the drunkard's breath became wild again.

He accelerated the speed of the stabbing, hitting the most sensitive place every time, making Nangong Wuhui keep screaming and shaking his body even more violently.

"Ah... um... um..."

"Ah—" In less than a moment, the drunkard let out a low growl like a wild animal.

He forcefully pressed Nangong Wuhui to the ground. After a few quick pumps, he stopped at the deepest point. The giant jumped and shot hot liquid into his warm body...

"Ah...so hot..."

The sudden stimulation made Nangong Wugui lose his heart and soul, and his white jade-like face turned a charming pink because of this love affair.But his sore body felt as if he had been stepped on by a giant beast, and he was so numb that he couldn't feel it, so he closed his eyes exhaustedly...