When a Straight Man Dresses Up as an Infatuated Male Supporting BL

His eyes were severely polluted, and Chu Zeming felt that he couldn't stay in the back mountain for a moment.Feeling depressed, he got up and wanted to leave, but took two steps, only to find that Yue Lian hadn't followed.

When Chu Zeming turned his head, he saw someone formally flicking the hem of his snow-white clothes, and then sat in the grass in an orderly manner, watching with relish through the grass, leaving only the back of Chu Zeming's head with smooth and black hair.

Chu Zeming: "..."

With a dark face, he quietly came to Yue Lian's side, and Chu Zeming quietly asked, "Does it look good?"

Yue Lian nodded, "Good-looking is good-looking, but I can't see some details clearly." Turning her head to see Chu Zeming seemed to be leaving, Yue Lian's pure and beautiful face couldn't help showing surprise: "Brother is leaving before it's over? It’s not too late to leave after you finish watching.”

After finishing speaking, he patted the place beside him, thoughtfully leaving a space for Chu Zeming, and motioned him—come, sit down.

Dead gay, still want to see the finale?

Chu Zeming let out a cold snort, and the Glazed Sword flew out of his body. Holding the unsheathed long sword in his hand, Chu Zeming directly poked Yue Lian by the collar of his back coat, and hung him on the end of the sword.

All the way back to the sect, all the disciples were amazed.

Chu Zeming used to fly.

Yue Lian just hung on the scabbard of her senior brother, looking at the amazed disciples on the ground with an innocent face.

Chu Zeming didn't mind the sight of these disciples.

He even sent Yue Lian back to his mansion very intimately, and Chu Zeming put away his sword and turned to leave until he threw her at the door.

Then he went to Zangshu Pavilion to finish reading the rest of "The Sword of Autumn Water", and then Chu Zeming returned to his mansion.

Xu Shi suffered a severe mental trauma during the day, and at night, he began to dream.

It is still the hidden waterfall pool, but the protagonists in the water have become myself and Yue Lian.

The jet-black hair was soaked in water, sticking wetly to the white and thin body, the pure and beautiful face in the past became extremely attractive at this moment, the long and curly eyelashes were dripping with water, and at this moment he was being pressed by himself Beneath her body, her red and fresh lips were slightly parted.

A hoarse and moving voice came out of his mouth.

"Can you see the details now?" A hoarse and clear voice sounded, and Chu Zeming heard himself talking, and looked down... he was riding on Yue Lian's body, his white clothes were soaked in water, and he could see clearly inside.

Chu Zeming was terrified.

Depend on! ! ! !

Chu Zeming woke up from the nightmare, covered his eyes with his hands, was covered in sweat, and was terrified in his heart.At this time, the sky was already bright, and because of a long dream, he missed the usual time to wake up and practice swords in the morning for the first time.

Chu Zeming got up with a dark face and took a shower several times.

After rubbing and rubbing, I still feel that my body is dirty and unclean——

Chu Zeming took out the white clothes he used to wear and was about to put them on when he suddenly thought of the scene of wet body temptation in his dream.

So today, the disciples of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qings were all surprised to find that the usual elegant senior brother in fluttering white clothes had changed into a dark black shirt with wide sleeves and long swing, embroidered with intricate gold thread.

On the way, I ran into Ning Weiyu who was looking for Yue Lian to play. He stared at his elder brother curiously, and said, "Senior brother, why are you...dressed like this today?"

Chu Zeming glanced at him, "I like it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest, getting up late.He still has to practice swords, so he has no time to greet Ning Weiyu.

Ning Weiyu was terrified by his glance, looked at the back of the senior brother who flung his sleeves away, and sighed to himself: "The senior brother really looks like a demon cultivator when he is dressed like this. .”

Chu Zeming practiced his sword very hard today.

As if to vent his anger, the aura flowed around his body, and sword lights suddenly rose and burst in the forest, and the aura of the glazed sword was overwhelming.

After all, Chu Zeming is a monk in the early stage of Jindan, even if he has controlled his strength a little bit, the bamboo in the bamboo forest has been destroyed a lot——

Putting away the sword, looking at the surrounding scene like a storm, Chu Zeming was hearty, and the depression in his chest eased a lot.

——You can't do anything to Yue Lian, it's always no problem to kill Zhuzi.

Put away the Glazed Light Sword.

Chu Zeming sat on the big rock where he usually rested and meditated.

The black hair of the young man with flamboyant brows and eyes drooped slightly, and when a breeze blew, the strands of hair gently swept across his cheeks.

Suddenly, the Mingtai was clean, and Chu Zeming's whole being was moved into a mysterious and mysterious state.

It was as if he was in nothingness, surrounded by three thousand weak waters, and the feeling of simplicity and remoteness filled his whole body.

After half a stick of incense, the Glazed Light Sword, which had already been incorporated into the body, obeyed the master's thoughts, and instantly unsheathed and hung in the sky.

A meaning of vicissitudes, antiquity, and lateness came from the Glazed Light Sword, and the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated outward like water waves. However, in the next second, the Glazed Light Sword suddenly changed its momentum, with needles hidden in its cotton, revealing a terrifying and fierce murderous intent .

The sword follows the heart.

The Glazed Light Sword fluttered in the air, and in the shadow of the sword's light and sword, the piercing sword intent swept across the world.

Bamboo leaves danced recklessly with the fluctuations of the spiritual energy, and then were split by the sword light, falling everywhere.

Chu Zeming opened his pupils, and the reddish fluctuation around the Liu Guangjian suddenly disappeared, and everything around him returned to calm.

Epiphany.

Autumn Water Sword Intent.

Chu Zeming let out a breath of foul breath slowly, with a satisfied smile on his face, his dark and deep eyes were dazzling, making him more and more charming against the background - the darling of heaven, the patron of great luck, it's not just talking.

With such an opportunity and talent, what kind of homosexual is obsessed with love.

Is it not good to pursue the Dao?

At this moment, Chu Zeming became more determined to fight wits and courage with the will of the world.

He, Chu Zeming, would rather bend than bend.

After leaving the bamboo forest, Chu Zeming prepared to go to Zangshu Pavilion again.Coincidentally, I ran into the sneaky Xuan Mo on the road.

Xuan Mo was still carrying his small bookcase on his back, standing under a big tree not far from the door of the Book Pavilion, hiding half of his body behind the tree trunk, poking his head out from time to time to look in the direction of the Book Pavilion, with a look of thinking Go in but dare not look like.

Chu Zeming walked to the tree calmly.

At this moment Xuan Mo poked his head out, and then saw a black shirt in front of him blocking his sight.

Xuan Mo whispered: "Excuse me, you are blocking my sight."

"Xuanmo."

An extremely familiar voice.

Xuan Mo froze, and slowly raised his head - the elder brother in black was looking down at him, with a subtle expression on his face.

Xuan Mo smiled awkwardly but politely: "Hello, big brother."

Chu Zeming looked at Xuan Mo with deep eyes and said, "Didn't you say that you will go out to practice and not return to the sect for a short time?"

Xuan Mo: ...

Can he say it's a lie?

Chu Zeming had seen through Xuan Mo's tricks a long time ago, sneered, raised his eyelids lightly, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Do you want to go in and read? You have read so many books with senior brother, and today senior brother will accompany you to read. Many days No see, Senior Brother misses you very much."

The tone is very long and tactful, with deep meaning.

Xuan Mo felt shivering.

"That senior brother... No need..." Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Mo was carried into the Library Pavilion with a bookcase as if he was carrying a chicken.

Chu Zeming said: "What book do you want to read, senior brother will get it for you."

Xuan Mo hugged his small bookcase and stammered: "No, no need..."

Chu Zeming's eyes looked over like knives.

Xuan Mo swallowed the needless, and said in a small voice: "Well, brother, please get me a copy of "The Art of Pure Heart and Calm Qi"..."

Chu Zeming took two copies.

I gave Xuan Mo a copy and took one for myself.

Chu Zeming said concisely: "Read."

Xuan Mo wants to cry but has no tears, that's why he hides from his senior brother!

Holding the book and sucking his nose, Xuan Mo opened the small book case, took out a large pot of water from it and put it on the table in front of the two of them—fortunately, he had prepared it long ago.

After drinking a pot of water, I finally finished reading the book.

Xuan Mo cautiously looked at the elder brother with a deep expression, and asked, "Senior brother, I finished the book I wanted to read." The implication was that he wanted to leave.

Chu Zeming closed the book, looked up at Xuan Mo, and saw the resistance in his eyes at a glance.

——Xuan Mo doesn't want to make progress with himself.

The number one younger brother under his command has developed a resistance to the illiterate elder brother and is unwilling to stay with him. How can this be possible?

So, under Xuan Mo's expectant gaze, Chu Zeming smiled.

"If you don't want to read books, then senior brother will accompany you to practice in the martial arts field. In the past, senior brothers seldom cared about the progress of other junior brothers' cultivation, which has caused you to be stuck in the heartbeat stage and unable to break through the golden core for a long time. Your body is also weak. It’s my brother’s fault that I don’t want to touch it, and I won’t do it in the future.”

Chu Zeming was laughing, but Xuan Mo's eyes were filled with fear.

——The elder brother in black, he smiled like a devil.

There are many disciples in the training ground of the Haoran Sect of the Nine Qing Dynasty, but most of them are in physical training. They stand naked and stand on stakes. Each of them has tendons and big pectoral muscles.

Xuan Mo stood in the middle of the pile, sandwiched among a group of muscular men, like a poor bean sprout.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Zeming pleadingly, "Brother, why don't we go back to Zangshu Pavilion to study?"

Chu Zeming sat on the edge of the martial arts field, leaning against Xuan Mo's small bookcase with his chest folded, his eyes were focused, and his tone was full of "encouragement": "Xuan Mo, practice hard, senior brother won't go anywhere, just guarding you here .”

Xuan Mo: "..."

Take a deep breath and put your feet on the stakes.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly and the sun was very big.

Xuan Mo held his breath and concentrated, circulated the spiritual power of his whole body to wrap around his toes, and then moved quickly on the stake, so fast that the afterimage could almost be seen with the naked eye.After all, it wasn't physical training, and after a while, fine beads of sweat overflowed from Xuan Mo's fair forehead.

In the shade of a tree in the distance, Chu Zeming lazily leaned against the tree, squinting his eyes to watch Xuan Mo practice, reminding Xuan Mo from time to time:

"Raise your feet a little higher."

Xuan Mo took a breath, then lifted his foot obediently.

"Bend over, dodge—"

A lazy and drawn out tone came.

Xuan Mo was puzzled.

However, in the next second, a terrifying sword energy came from behind.

Xuan Mo took a deep breath, and quickly sprinted on the plum blossom pile with his toes. When the sword energy was about to touch his back, the sword energy suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

With cold sweat running down his forehead, Xuan Mo looked at Chu Zeming in fear.

I saw the young man in Xuan Yi holding the Glazed Light Sword, smiling and saying: "Xuan Mo, if there is danger outside, no one will remind you."

It's just that the expression on his face is not so kind.

On the training ground, all the disciples were dumbfounded.

It's the first time to see such a real practice, isn't it a bit too much?

Perhaps it was because everyone's eyes were too strong, Chu Zeming, holding the Glazed Sword, slowly raised his head to look at everyone: "Why, do you want to practice together?"

The author has something to say:

Everyone: No!

Yue Lian (raises hand): I want, senior brother to train me.

Chu Zeming's black face: Just practice, why are you taking off your clothes? !