Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

A nest made of gold and jade, the people in the bed tent almost wrapped themselves into a silkworm chrysalis.

He Louming came in with leisurely steps, opened the curtain slowly, and said in a slow voice, "Xian Qingyuan——"

The word 'respect' was abruptly cut off in his mouth, his dark pupils shrank suddenly, the person in the bed cover had black hair hanging down, a smear of sweat dripped from his temples, and there was a slight, Panting with heat, all the original indifference between brows and eyes disappeared, his eyes were deeply lustful, and there was an inexplicable sense of aggression all over his body.

His heart felt as if someone had punched him hard, his lips trembled very slightly, and with some thought that he didn't understand, he looked away and slowly licked his lips.

There was a sudden pain in his wrist, and he was caught off guard and pinned down on the bed.

While the world was spinning, his shoulders were held down by someone, and a look of shock flashed across He Louming's face. This person was usually gentle, and he looked like a gentleman, but now he was suddenly pressed down like this. Hold it so tightly that you can't even move it.

His breath filled his nostrils, scorching hot as if it could burn through a person's heart, and a very thin wisp of devilish energy appeared at his fingertips, trembling in the air like a candle, and even a slight breeze would blow him away. It disappeared silently.

He Louming moved his fingers, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and when a wisp of black air was about to touch the neck, his thin lips were suddenly covered with his fingers.

The slightly callused fingertips pressed the soft lips, tracing back and forth, the man raised his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were thick like a small brush, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his handsome and elegant face was showing With a bit of evil nature, you can confuse people by inadvertently raising your eyes.

He Louming closed his eyes, and the already weak magic energy at his fingertips was extinguished soundlessly.

His lips were a little dry, and he couldn't say a word until now, he just wrapped his arms around people's neck silently, showing a rare obedient and pleasant appearance.

Qingyuan's consciousness was chaotic, he just rubbed his fingers subconsciously, and only came back to his senses when someone wrapped around his neck.

!

What did he almost do?

The warmth between the lips suddenly disappeared, and the weight on his body lightened, He Louming looked at it suspiciously, but saw that the person still hot on his body was already far away from him, as if avoiding him like a snake or a scorpion.

He Louming's jaw was tense, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, he put his hand lightly on Qingyuan's shoulder, and his voice became softer, "Qingyuan, why don't you...continue?"

The tone was soft, like a bowstring being drawn to the full, unable to bear any more rejection.

This is already his peak.

Qingyuan raised his head, his consciousness has long been unclear, and now he is just sticking to the bottom line, he murmured, "No, He Louming can't."

He vaguely remembered that he was completely insane and acted crazy in the end.

He Louming complained to him about a sore mouth.

Besides, he had already forced He Louming to do it once, so how could he let him do this kind of thing again.

He Louming can't

No way

The blood on He Louming's face faded in an instant, his face was not red at first, but now it was even paler, as if someone had slapped him severely, his eyes were full of humiliation and embarrassment.

His whole body was tense and his fingertips were trembling. When he left, he glanced at Qingyuan with those deep eyes, and said quietly, with deep hatred in his voice, "Then I will find someone who can do it for you."

In the usually quiet study room, a figure approached, followed by the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground.

With a sullen expression on his face, He Louming flicked his sleeves and violently brushed the items on the table to the ground. The scroll, vase and spirit stone were thrown to the ground, and the chaotic and piercing noises resounded one after another, making the guards outside the door tremble with fear.

His eyes were red, his chest was heaving violently, his whole body was soaked by an intense emotion, and his whole body exuded an aura of madness, like a tall and towering building, but this building was supported by a thin base , crumbling in the wind and rain, and would fall with the power of thunder at some point, extremely fragile and hysterical madness.

Everything that could be smashed in the room was smashed clean, and the turbulent magic power was churning uncontrollably, and the study was completely destroyed in an instant.

He Louming sat on the ruins, his body was covered by night, so dark that no light could see through.He spoke slowly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, "Mo Lian, go get him a woman."

The beauties from the Snake Clan could make Qingyuan satisfied.

He raised his hand to press his temples, his eyes were cold, but his mind was indifferent and deep.

He spoke in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself.

"It's just a tool, just kill it after using it, don't worry about it."

If Qingyuan likes it, cut off the snake skin for him.

Think of it as a thought.

Mo Lian was stunned for a moment, he knew who the 'he' the master was talking about, but why did he send a woman?Isn't he the master's man?

He didn't dare to ask, so he had to accept the order, and picked a woman to send over.

When he came back, he found that his master was still sitting on the ruins. His back, which had always been straight, seemed to be bent. Putting it on the fire and roasting it, my mind is dizzy, and everyone is a double image.

The door was pushed open, and there was a faint fragrance, and there was a fishy smell in the faint fragrance, it was a witch who cultivated human form.

Qingyuan didn't even raise his head, "Go out."

His voice was hoarse, with a rare sternness in his tone.

The snake girl was taken aback, and muttered, "My lord, it was Lord Demon Envoy who asked me to come."

She glanced at the man on the bed cautiously, and twisted her fingers together, "If I fail to complete the task assigned by the lord, the lord will kill me."

As he spoke, he was terrified and began to cry.

Qingyuan rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, I'm afraid you will die sooner if you finish it.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, "Go out, I will intercede for you."

Hurry up and make it through tonight, everyone is safe and sound.

Otherwise, the Taoist companion may go crazy.

The snake girl choked again for a while, seeing that Qingyuan was really unmoved, she left hesitantly.

Qingyuan only felt powerless.

The heart is tired, and the physical reaction is also tiring.

The two sides gathered together, and in a trance, I only felt physically and mentally exhausted, as if I was going through a catastrophe.

Mo Lian looked at the man sitting on the ruins. The moon in the demon world was red, but even if such a bright color shone on him, it still couldn't dispel the confusion all over his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Lian heard his voice, "How long has it been?"

"It's been two hours."

It's been two hours, He Louming stood up and returned to the bedroom with a half-smile.

Well

Should he kill Qingyuan in front of him or avoid Qingyuan's killing?

Let's face it.

After all, if he likes it so much, he must be impressed.

He Louming, who was full of thoughts about how to kill snakes, lifted the curtain again. He thought he would see two figures, but he swept across the bed like a masochist, only to find that there was only a man lying on the bed in disheveled clothes. The top is abnormally red.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed together uncomfortably.

Clearly, the things on the body are still working persistently.

He Louming's palm was pressed against Qingyuan's face, it was icy cold, causing Qingyuan to rub lightly unconsciously.

Like a cat, gently arching him.

He Louming was lying beside him, his eyes were dim, and he only slowly stroked Qingyuan's eyes with his fingers.

Those amorous peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, without focus.

"Qingyuan" had a soft voice, but it seemed as if he had crushed these two words on the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed them into his stomach.

"Since you don't like the woman I sent, I'll give you the antidote, okay?"

No one answered, only the breathing of the two of them.

The lingering kiss fell all the way, and the rustling sound gradually sounded. After a long time, there were several low coughing and swallowing sounds.

...

...

The sky will be bright, and there is no blue sky and white clouds in the devil world during the day, but the sky is white and bright at first glance.

Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, his left arm was held in his arms.

I tried to pump it, but the strength was too strong and I couldn't pull it out.

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows suspiciously, could it be that all the souls of the Taoist couple have returned to their places after waking up?

Otherwise, with the current relationship between the two, it is absolutely impossible to be so close.

The person in his arms closed his eyes and rubbed, his voice was hoarse and vague, "Qingyuan, let me sleep for a while."

Qingyuan boldly took a look, He Louming's lips were slightly swollen, red as if they were about to be worn out, blood was about to drip, the memories of two lifetimes merged together, he froze in place as if struck by lightning land.

Qingyuan Immortal Venerable is really powerful, but last night he pinned him on the bed.

The corners of the deity's mouth are broken.

It hurts badly.

The original words suddenly appeared in my mind, and the things I thought I had forgotten long ago were engraved in my mind, and the clarity was shocking.

Qingyuan covered the thoughts in his eyes, his face was still calm.

He Louming actually woke up a long time ago, and deliberately held back just to see his expression.

But looking at Qingyuan looked like a piece of wood, he opened his eyes and said softly, "The Immortal Qingyuan is really powerful, but he pinned him on the bed last night."

Qingyuan squinted his eyes and lowered his voice, "So... your mouth hurts badly?"

He Louming's eyes widened all of a sudden, but seeing that this person was still calm and unhurried, it was hard to imagine that such slightly colored words came out of his mouth.

He was a little unhappy and thought: Who taught him this.

Get out of bed and pour a glass of water, pass it to He Louming.

The latter reached out to take it, and glanced lightly, "I thought Qingyuan Xianzun would be furious when he woke up."

Qingyuan looked away guiltily for a moment.

Don't dare, be afraid, be afraid.

He Louming took a sip of water, his dry and hoarse throat was moistened, and he felt much more comfortable.

He was in a good mood, and lay back on the bed again, pulled a thin blanket to cover himself, and seemed to be going to sleep again.

Qingyuan looked at him, and walked out lightly, before taking a few steps, He Louming's voice came from behind, "Come here."

Not too good, there are still two years before they become a Taoist couple, so it's nothing to sleep in the same bed now.

He Louming closed his eyes as if sleepy, covered his chin with a thin blanket, patted the bed beside him with a well-proportioned hand, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Come here, sleep for a while."

Qingyuan paused for a second, turned around slowly, and went to the bed gently, with his hands flat on his chest, in a well-regulated manner, just like a corpse in a coffin.

He Louming covered the two of them with a thin blanket, and leaned against them, not to mention sticking together, anyway, Qingyuan could touch them as soon as he reached out.

His expression was astonished, and he turned his head to stare at He Louming like a corpse. The latter raised his eyelids, and said with care, "Sleep."

Ok.

You decide.

With his eyes closed, he didn't see the complexity in the eyes of the people beside him.

He Louming's hands curled up slowly, he looked at his hands and felt that he was not holding anything.

After all, everything is not true...