Brother's sweet talk

Murong Wuzheng took a few deep breaths before he calmed down. At this moment, he was not in the mood to coax him, so he rubbed his temples tiredly, "Why did you come back at this time and didn't tell me beforehand?" One sound."

Long Yan was very dissatisfied with his attitude, and rushed back non-stop, full of enthusiasm and lovesickness, thinking that the man would be the same, but unexpectedly he was not only indifferent, but also put on such an impatient expression.

Not knowing what it was like, Long Yan picked up the clothes on the bed and put them on indiscriminately, then turned and left.

Murong Wuzheng felt even worse. He stretched out his hand and touched the back, which was sticky and sticky. Accompanied by a slight tingling and itching, his heart became more and more irritable. A torrent of internal force was rampaging in his body, and his veins bulged and his eyes were tearing apart. , wishing to destroy the world with one palm.This is a sign of becoming obsessed, Murong Wuzheng could only use his little rationality to grit his teeth and try to calm down.

In the next few days, Murong Wuzheng was uncharacteristically, staying in Tianji Pavilion every day to read books, Xu Fanyin came to him several times but was turned away, and he couldn't see anyone, his face turned blue from anger.

It is said that the Tianji Pavilion in Bailu Mountain Villa is full of strange books in the world, astronomy, geography, ghosts and ghosts, but there is no record about the blood and soul.

This is not surprising. As early as 500 years ago in a martial arts conference, various gangs reached an agreement that they would not be able to use the Blood Soul Shuangluo to practice evil skills, and all records about it should be completely destroyed, and no records about the Blood Soul Shuangluo should be recorded in the future. Anyone who violates any of Luo's information will be punished by everyone.

In the following hundreds of years, the Blood Soul Shuangluo disappeared from the world. In order to avoid causing a fatal disaster, people kept silent about it. Year after year, it gradually became a little-known legend.

Now that the Blood Soul Shuangluo is finally in his hands, how could Murong Wuzheng be willing to put it on the shelf.

He has never been reconciled in his life, never really surrendered.

When he was six years old, it was the birthday of his younger brother Murong Qianhe, who was one year younger than him, a big banquet was held in the villa, many distinguished guests came, and it was very lively.

The owner of Qingyun Castle sent someone to send a sword as a birthday present. Murong Wuzheng and Murong Qianhe loved each other very much, and they fought over to play, but they didn't want to be seen by the owner of Murong Village, He Bai, so he dumped Murong hard without saying a word. A slap without a fight.

Murong Wuzheng covered his cheeks with his hands, held back tears, and stubbornly stared at the mighty and tall Murong Hebai, in exchange for another kick in the abdomen, Murong Hebai pulled Murong Hebai's modest little hand, without looking back went to the banquet.

He is so strong, he has to fight with Murong Qian for everything, even though every time the result in exchange is being beaten to the ground, he still has to fight, even though he is only six years old, and his mother died shortly after giving birth He is dead, but he is the eldest son. No matter how beautiful Murong Qianhe's mother is, she is just a concubine. He is not reconciled to what qualifications he has to compare with himself.

On this day, Murong Qianhe was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was surrounded by everyone like stars around the moon, talking and laughing at Yan Yan.But he was beaten, sad and angry, hiding in a corner of the garden and weeping.

He had nowhere to go, and he didn't want to see Murong Qian's complacent face. He got into a hole by accident, completely unaware that he had entered the forbidden area of ​​Murong Villa - the floating building. In the underground secret room of the floating building, he saw A long-haired old monster chained in a water prison, Murong Wuzheng was always bold, so he talked to the old monster. The old monster said that he had lived for hundreds of years without eating or drinking. He has the most powerful martial arts in the world, the most wealth and supreme power, and there are countless beauties around him, so he can do whatever he wants.

Murong Wuzheng naturally didn't believe it, and asked him why he was locked up here when he was so powerful, the monster laughed, and said that no matter how powerful a person is, he has his Achilles' heel, and his Achilles' heel is being too filial, he never thought that his mother He had already planned to kill himself, which made him feel so much pain that he didn't want to resist. He watched the poison take effect on him, and watched the long sword piercing his heart...

"Then aren't you already dead?" Murong Wuzheng opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Are you a ghost?"

The old monster laughed loudly, "I really didn't want to live anymore. Why did I get the whole world? Isn't it just to make her happy, so that she can live forever with me and enjoy the glory and wealth? But she only wants me to die ... Haha, I did what she wanted, who knows, who knows, that woman said she was afraid that I would be lonely and wanted to die with me... How ridiculous, I suddenly don't want to die."

So the old monster began to gather his true energy, but the enemy broke in at this moment, and he was imprisoned here for a hundred years.

The old monster asked him if he wanted to know the reason why he was able to dominate the world back then, Murong Wuzheng was fascinated by the story, he didn't care whether it was true or not, he nodded quickly, and the old monster told him the magical function of the blood soul double Luo.

"Blood Soul Shuangluo?" Murong Wuzheng was puzzled, "Really so powerful?"

The old monster didn't want to say any more, and told him that if he wanted to dominate the world, the first thing he had to do was to be heartless and ruthless.

Murong Wuzheng looked determined, "My mother is dead, there is nothing in this world that can make me fall in love. If one day I can be as powerful as you were back then, I will never be as miserable as you are today."

The old monster didn't expect that he could utter such bold words at such a young age, so he burst out laughing, saying that if Murong Wuzheng came over in the middle of the night tomorrow, he would tell him how to find the Blood Soul Shuangluo, and how to use it to cultivate. Can help him become No.1 in the world.

Unexpectedly, Murong Wuzheng triggered the mechanism as soon as he got out of the forbidden area, and was arrested by the guards.

Murong Zhuangzhu wanted to beat him to death according to the rules. Murong Wuzheng was whipped all over the ground and even cried out loudly begging for mercy. A bunch of maids and servants surrounded him and waited on him, yelling childishly, "Daddy, slap his ass, slap his ass! Make his ass blossom!"

His whole body was bloody and bloody from the beating, and he was dying and unable to move. If it wasn't for Murong Qianhe's birthday, which is not suitable for killing, he would not have survived that night.

For the next six months, I slept in a woodshed, did rough work, had no food to eat, no clothes to wear, was bullied by servants, and was beaten every day...

Later, when Jiang Tan came to Murong Villa as a guest, he accidentally found out what had happened to the eldest son of the Murong family. He couldn't bear it, so he wanted to take him as a disciple and took him to Bailu Villa...

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In a blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, but the resentment and hatred in his heart have not diminished at all.

The owner of Murong Villa has been dead for many years, Murong Qianhe became the owner of Murong Villa as a matter of course, and he, the nominal eldest son, has never had a place in the villa.

Murong Wuzheng put down the book in his hand, only heard the patter of rain outside, and pushed open the door, I don't know how long the light rain has been falling, and it still has the chill of early spring, blending with the heavy night shadow.Murong Wuzheng didn't open his umbrella, he casually picked up the grease lantern at the door, and walked out of Tianji Pavilion aimlessly.

He was in a bad mood, and he didn't need to pretend in this dark night when no one was there. He let the cold rain drenched his whole body, walked and stopped, and came to the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

In the drizzle, the sound of the sword was lingering, his clothes were flying, and his figure was like lightning. There was no one else but him.

Murong Wuzheng knew that Long Yan had been angry with him all the time, but he was not going to take the initiative to reconcile, so he took a look and turned around before leaving.

The sword energy passed by the ear, and a piece of bamboo around him fell down in response, and the exploded raindrops shattered into smoke.

Murong Wuzheng turned to look at him, the man was standing still in the distance, his rock-hard figure suddenly made him feel better, so he smiled, "It's so late, I'm still practicing sword, be careful in the cold spring rain Body, go back and rest."

Long Yan's voice was colder than Han Yu's, "You don't need to worry about it." After finishing speaking, he continued to practice his sword.

The light in the lantern in his hand gradually weakened, Murong Wuzheng struggled for a moment between coaxing and not coaxing, finally shook his head helplessly, walked towards Long Yan with a smile.

"I didn't tell you to ignore me. What are you doing here?" Long Yan grabbed his collar fiercely, and the rainwater flowed from between his fingers. No matter what mood the two of them were in, it flowed down gently.

The rain was getting more and more urgent, Murong Wuzheng touched Long Yanshui's wet clothes, then touched his chest with his hand, and asked softly, "Still angry with Senior Brother? I blamed me for being sleepy that day. Is it still hurting?"

Long Yan shook off his palm, and said impatiently, "Whether it hurts or not, it has nothing to do with you."

The lantern was finally extinguished, and the world was plunged into an indistinct darkness, only the sound of rustling rain was heard, Murong Wuzheng sighed, "It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter."

The corners of Long Yan's lips moved a few times, and finally held back what he wanted to say. Even though he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he still turned his head and looked away.

Murong Wuzheng said, "I didn't practice well a few days ago, I almost fell into a lunatic, and I couldn't sleep well. I have to meditate for a few days, so I went back to rest first."

"What obsession?" Long Yan grabbed his shoulder, "Is it because of that evil bead?"

"No." Murong Wuzheng rubbed the hand of the man on his shoulder, "There are so many things in the Nianguan Village, I can't concentrate when I practice...Little Junior Brother, please be considerate and don't get angry with me anymore."

Long Yan snorted unwillingly, "Why am I angry with you? You told me to get lost. I haven't looked for you these days."

Murong Wuzheng knew that he had coaxed the man well, so he gently put his arms around the man's waist, "Yes, yes, it's all the senior brother's fault, the little junior brother ignored me these days, and the senior brother couldn't concentrate on practicing. "

"You are not allowed to say the word "fuck" to me in the future." Long Yan said bitterly.

"No more, if you get lost, senior brother will be the saddest." Murong Wuzheng kissed him on the mouth, "Be more obedient and don't be angry with senior brother, okay?"

Long Yan crazily sucked his mouth, and mixed with the rain to share the breath with each other, and finally pushed him down on the watery ground, and stretched out his hand to untie Murong Wuzheng's belt.

This place is located in a sandy place, without silt and very soft, the surroundings are pitch black, the rain curtain from the sky directly drenches the two of them, Murong Wuzheng caresses the man's waist and buttocks through his wet clothes.

Murong Wuzheng slowly inserted his fingers into Long Yan's obscene pants, and asked softly, "Junior brother, be more obedient, this time, let senior brother serve you, okay?"

Long Yan frowned suddenly, "You're not doing well down here." Indeed, Murong Wuzheng always seemed to be enjoying himself very much every time.

"Senior brother is also a man, and he likes you so much, why wouldn't he want to be on top?" Murong Wuzheng took advantage of his time of being in a daze, wandering his fingers slowly in the forbidden area, and said, "Good junior brother, please help me?"

Long Yan hesitated, and finally said in a low voice, "Just this time, I'll be here in the future."

The corners of Murong Wuzheng's lips raised slightly, he pulled down his obscene pants, and the fingers that had been planned for a long time entered smoothly, and he did not forget to kiss to appease the awkward person.

"Good boy, good junior brother, sit down a bit." Murong Wuzheng coaxed him while kissing and groping randomly on him.

……

"..." Long Yan gritted his teeth and frowned, but remained silent.

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The rain gradually stopped.

Murong Wuzheng kissed his junior brother's neck considerately, "Are you tired? Did senior brother hurt you?"

"Shut up." Long Yan wrung out the wet clothes and began to put them on.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Murong Wuzheng took his hand, "We are so close to each other, what else can we not say?"

After Long Yan got dressed, he wrung out Murong Wuzheng's clothes and handed them to him, "Put it back on quickly, so you don't get sick."

But the last time you were so awkward, sooner or later you got used to it and couldn't do without it, Murong Wuzheng sneered in his heart, then put on his clothes.

The two returned to Yunhe's other residence, and each changed into clean clothes. After Murong Wuzheng dried his hair, he went to wipe Longyan's hair. His fair and slender fingers shuttled through the black hair, showing countless friendships. Like, it makes people feel comfortable.

It was a beautiful and quiet atmosphere, Long Yan said abruptly, "Since I'm so tired, I can let other people do some things."

"Ok?"

Long Yan said impatiently, "You are the owner of the villa, not a slave. Shouldn't some things be entrusted to others?"

It was only then that Murong Wuzheng realized what he meant, it must have been Yu Zhong himself who said it casually before, what an obvious bitter trick, he actually took it to heart...

"Do you really, like me so much?" Murong Wuzheng stopped his movements and stared blankly at the candlelight on the table, "Why?"

Long Yan brushed his hair carelessly, and frowned, "Why, you liked me first."

Murong Wuzheng laughed, "I like you first, so you like me?"

Long Yan took a few steps closer and looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Murong Wuzheng changed the subject and said suddenly, "Let me teach you Jiangliu swordsmanship."

It is said that it is the best swordsmanship in the world that only exists in legends?But Long Yan didn't show any enthusiasm, and asked instead, "Is it the sword technique that you defeated me twice?"

Murong Wuzheng nodded, "This set of sword techniques is the top secret of Bailu Villa, it cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary, and each generation of villa owners can only pass it on to one person in their lifetime, and that person will be the next generation of Bailu Villa owners. It was a last resort to hide it from you."

"Then you still have to teach me it now, I have no interest in being a villa owner at all."

"Senior brother trusts no one but you, who else can I pass on to?" Murong Wuzheng looked lonely, and gently stroked the side of Long Yan's face with the back of his hand, "I can only be in front of you. To live a little more comfortably."

"I won't learn Jiangliu swordsmanship from you, but one day I will surpass you," Long Yan hugged him fiercely and kissed his hair, "I don't need you to deliberately please me, I As long as you have your heart."

sincere?Murong Wuzheng laughed uncontrollably, I am afraid that if I show you my sincerity, I will no longer believe that there is anything true in this world.