It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Birdsong broke dawn, Dongfang rubbed his forehead and got up, pushing away the obstacles with his whiter hands.The gauze curtain shook, and the disheveled clothes came out like a person who had been hungover overnight.

Unintentionally turning to the upright bronze mirror, he frowned. The messy color on his face made people angry.With a flick of his sleeves, the dressing table was in a mess again.

The crackling sound aroused the servant waiting outside the door, and the voice was carefully transmitted inside: "Master, have you got up, the little one has come in?"

Dongfang's loose and heavy robes of the leader said annoyedly: "Prepare water and take a bath."

"Yes." The cold and impatient voice approached his ears, and the young man hurried down to greet him.

Soaking in the tub full of petals, the swollen temples were soothed. Dongfang leaned back on the tub, with his arms resting on the edge, and the sparkling water droplets covered the skin, making it more clear and moist.

He thought of Wuming again, but he didn't know how to deal with it, his heart was full of irritability and hostility.Looking at the delicately stretched petals in the water, I am extremely disgusted.He clearly knows what kind of ugly, mutilated and undiscardable body is underneath. It is his body, and it is the mutilation he created himself.

But Wuming, it was you who provoked me first, you said you liked me, and you vowed to die without regret.Then no matter what my status is or what my body is, you can't regret it, otherwise, otherwise...

Dongfang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the remaining gloom turned into madness.He is like a bluffing white rose, covering up the softness inside with the leaking thorns all over his body.

He pursed his lips, turned around and walked out, the splashed water drops hadn't fallen yet, and he was already in his robes.How much he hates his own body, and he doesn't even want to look at it.

Dongfang walked out of the room, Yang Lianting hurriedly waited beside him, he stepped over the attendants in green clothes without looking sideways, and ordered in a soft voice: "Clean it up."

"Yes, Lianting understands."

Dongfang was wearing Yang Lianting's new clothes, a light red shirt that fluttered.Holding the sword formula with only one hand, he danced freely, stretching his muscles and bones.

In June, the baby's face changes as soon as it is said. The sky is sunny in the morning, but within half an hour, the wind and rain are about to come.I don't want to practice the Eastern closing style anymore.

"Master, it's raining, are you wearing a coat?" Yang Lianting eagerly held up the hood, posing behind Dongfang.

The clothes are light and thin, wet from the rain, and sticky together, making the figure extraordinarily thin.

Dongfang raised his hand to take the belt around his shoulders, before he tied it, he froze for a moment.

"Master?" Yang Lianting dragged the cloak with one hand, and tentatively picked up Dongfang's hair with the other.

The leader's eyes trembled, and he did not refuse. He pressed the corners of his raised mouth, and stretched his thick hands towards the leader's face to break the hair.

Unexpectedly, before touching it, he moved his hand from behind to his shoulder.Before he could see the person clearly, a fist hit him, and he was already lying on the ground.

As soon as Mo Wuming was admitted to the hospital, he saw the bear-like man half hugging his Dongfang, with the bear's paws stroking his face.

Eyes spewing fire, silver teeth gritted fiercely, before he could think carefully, his body rose and fell, and he punched the man roughly.

Yang Lianting half stood up, the tip of his nose was warm, and when he touched it with his hand, it turned red.Immediately slapped the ground and stood up, angrily scolded: "Who the hell are you, dare to act presumptuously in the Heimuya Hierarch's Mansion."

Dongfang was called back to his senses, upon hearing these words, he felt very uncomfortable, and his two fingers slightly moved together.His eyes were startled, and he withdrew his fingertips.

Quietly watching Mo Wuming rush forward, punching and kicking Yang Lianting.

Mo Wuming has no obsession with martial arts, but he has practiced non-stop for many years.External strength and internal strength cannot be compared with Dongfang, but it is nothing compared to the dull and opportunistic Yang Lianting.

Yang Lianting couldn't wrestle, and there was no one to respond to him. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen by this rude man whom he had never seen before, and he was powerless to fight back.

Seeing that the man was lying on the ground and did not fight back, Mo Wuming turned his wrist and stood up.He tore off the cloak that was half hanging on Dongfang's shoulder, and threw it on the man.

"Put away your disgusting eyes, this person is not something you can covet. Get lost."

He got close to the front of the two and realized that what he saw just now was just a misplaced vision.He came back to his senses, but he still punched this person flying in a very unhappy way.

But the greed and desire in this man's eyes made him angry.He doesn't mind being rude once in a while, naked once in a while.

There was hatred in Yang Lianting's eyes, where the hell did he come from, he couldn't beat him.He looked at the leader expectantly, with an aggrieved tone, almost crying: "Master~"

'Fuck' Mo Wuming swears for the first time, and he raises his hand again, his fist is so itchy that he wants to punch someone, and his parents can't even shout out.

Fortunately, a clear voice temporarily soothed him: "Go down."

Yang Lianting noticed that the leader's eyes turned from the man to him, and his eyes suddenly became cold and stern.

A bad premonition arose spontaneously, and he froze all over, looking at the leader in disbelief.

Dongfang didn't want to kill in front of Mo Wuming, he knew he was a mild-tempered person.The environment he lives in is not as bloody as the rivers and lakes, where there is peace and joy everywhere.

The corners of Dongfang's mouth curled up with such a reckless attack today, maybe this person is jealous?He was clutching the coat that was wrapped behind him, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, it was Mo Wuming's outer garment that was taken off, and it was put on him immediately.

When Yang Lianting limped back, the courtyard was very quiet, except for the roar of the wind, which stirred up the hair of the two of them teasingly, ups and downs, entangled.

The man was still watching Yang Lianting leaving, with his back turned to him, motionless.Dongfang moved his fingers hooked to his clothes, and slowly opened his lips: "You, uh..."

Mo Wuming turned around abruptly, supported Dongfang's chin with two fingers, and kissed Dongfang's chin fiercely without any warning.

Dongfang's eyes were wide open, he was caught off guard, and put his hands in front of the man for support.The big hands around the waist behind were tightened tightly, the chin was lifted, and the lips were pressed together.

The man aggressively attacked his lips and teeth, Dongfang Bai's teeth opened, and his eyelashes closed tremblingly.

The wind was intermittent, and gently inserted through the bodies of the two of them, and the tails of their hair were raised together.The leaves rustled, as if applauding enthusiastically for the red and black people under the tree.

As soon as the kiss was closed, Mo Wuming stroked Dongfang's side face and wiped away the water marks on the corners of his mouth.Wanting to touch his forehead, he laughed in a low voice, he felt Dongfang's emotion, and he catered fiercely.Like him, he really missed each other.

He embraced Dongfang's shoulders, and asked him to lean in front of him, tightening his arms. "I miss you, do you miss me?"

Dongfang half-turned according to the strength of the man. He was slightly lower than the man, leaning in front of him, with his head just resting on the other's neck.

The man laughed heartily, his voice was low, and the chest under his palm could not stop vibrating.When he heard the man's question, he raised his head slightly, and the smile in the man's eyes dyed his eyes.

He tilted his head and responded, "I think so."

He relaxed his body and then pillowed on the other's shoulder and neck again, the man's beating neck veins were vigorous and powerful, and his round Adam's apple trembled before his eyes.

As if in a daze, the tip of his nose traced a pulsating pulse, and his lips fell on the protruding Adam's apple.

……

The four eyes met, and there was a moment of silence.Dongfang came back to his senses, and confronted Mo Wuming's lowered gaze with a wooden face, neither dodging nor dodging, trying to hide his obsessed behavior with arrogance, but his ears were blushing.

"Hey, what are you... doing?" Sudden being picked up, Dongfang put one hand on Mo Wuming's shoulder from the side, and the other on the other shoulder, and strode forward while being hugged by the princess.

Mo Wuming smiled, bent over and picked up the man, kicked open the door, and gently put him on the bed.

Seeing that the person turned and left, Dongfang sat lightly on the edge of the bed.His eyes followed Mo Wuming's movements, and his heart beat like a drum as he watched the man close the gate and walk towards him.There is no time to sort out the chaotic mood.

He looked up at Mo Wuming undoing his belt, sat down beside him, and took off his boots.

"You," startled by his hoarse voice, he opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Mo Wuming turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, and helped him take off her blouse.Only his own thin summer clothes were left, and the red gauze was opened to reveal the thin white underclothes.

He gently put the person down on the pillow, propped it on top of the person, and slowly kissed Dongfang between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, with a gentle sense of comfort.

"Don't be nervous," he groped for his hand and clasped his fingers tightly, the kiss slowly fell to his lips, with a coaxing voice, "close your eyes."

The breath in Dongfang's mouth fascinated him, and the extreme patience became more and more uncontrollable.He threw it into the opponent's mouth hard, hooked his tongue and danced together, and fell into the abyss of confusion and obsession.

"No tea."

The trembling voice brought him back to his senses, and he took a big breath and stood up.

Dongfang's skirts were pulled aside, and as far as the eye could see, it was like red plums reflecting snow, with bright morning dew.

Mo Wuming pursed his lips, and looked away stiffly, but unfortunately his lips and teeth have memories, and the touch of the entrance is unforgettable.

There were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Mo Wuming leaned over and kissed Dongfang's eyelids without breaking free from his hand.The man's eyes flickered, as if tears were about to roll down when his eyelashes blinked.

He closed the other side's skirt, turned over and lay on one side, and hugged the other side into his arms.Kissing the cheek of the person in his arms comfortingly, he said in a hoarse voice, "Dongfang, let's get married."

The body in his arms froze suddenly, but Mo Wuming ignored it.He stretched out his arms to pick up his coat, and took out a delicate mahogany box from his pipa sleeve pocket.

He explained to himself: "This is the ring that I had someone polished when you left. It will hold you for the rest of your life. Regardless of poverty, disease, rain, snow, wind and frost, male or female, human or ghost, as long as it is you, I pray that we will grow old together and stay together forever."

Dongfang half-turned in his arms, staring at him in a daze.One moment she was still worried about her body being exposed, but the next moment she was brought into a wave of passion by him, and she bluntly refused his approach. Before she was too panicked, she was beaten to pieces by his courtship.

"I," Dongfang was still in a trance when a ring was put on the ring finger of his left hand.

The platinum ring is inlaid with broken diamonds, shining intoxicatingly.He lowered his head and caressed the ring, and the momentary question disappeared from his lips.

Mo Wuming moved his hand, put another ring on his palm, and stretched out his left hand.Put your ring finger in front of Dongfang.

He didn't intend to wait for Dongfang to reply, "I have calculated an auspicious day, the ninth day of September will be very good, and we will get married here on that day."

He raised his fingers: "Today I sleep in your lord's mansion, and tomorrow I can spread it on the cliff. Don't you feel that you owe me a decent status? You can think about it slowly, what about the wedding?"

He raised his hand again: "Why don't you bring this to me first?"

With calm eyes, Dongfang slowly put the ring on his ring finger, staring at the shiny pair of rings.Hoarse voice: "From now on, you can never regret it."

Feeling that the hand holding her was tightened to a point of pain, Mo Wuming didn't move at all.He pressed the man into his arms again with the other hand.

Rubbing his head against the other party's neck, he said with a smile: "No, no matter how many regrets there are in the world, I will never regret this one thing.

do you know?I used to walk in the world, I just felt boring and lonely, but holding you, I feel that I am complete.I want to hug and kiss you, to walk hand in hand with wild cranes, to walk in the sea of ​​flowers and fields, even if I don’t do anything, I can touch you with my tentacle, I feel wonderful. "

He has never had permanent peace of mind anywhere, like floating duckweed, even if it stays on the surface of a lake all the time, it still has no roots.

Mo Wuming hugged the person and closed his eyes, saying that home is where there is someone, and this person is his root.

If you don’t do it, don’t do it, he hugged the person and muttered: “Sleep with me for a while, you flew away unexpectedly last night, I couldn’t close my eyes all night. Dongfang, you can’t leave like this without a sound , I am not as good as you in martial arts, if you fly too fast, I will not be able to catch up."

"Ah."

The sound gradually disappeared behind him, Dongfang grabbed Mo Wuming's hand and put it on his chest.The pair of rings held together were so bright that he couldn't bear to look away.

Get married in September, kneel three times and kowtow nine times, want to worship the true couple of heaven and earth.He smiled silently, as if there were thousands of stars shining in his eyes.

Leaning his body back slightly, leaning against his burning chest, he was still thinking about it.It is now June, July, August, September, and there are still more than two months to go.

"Well, the wedding dress is already being made. Think about how to rectify my name and arrange things for me to teach. How about we go on a cloud tour after marriage? Come back when you're tired?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and his small murmur was heard.Dongfang turned his head: "Why don't you sleep?"

"Cough, soon."

Mo Wuming moved his legs, then closed his eyes again: "I'm asleep, you go on thinking about it."

Dongfang smiled lightly, took the initiative to kiss the other person's eyelids, and immediately pressed the man's hand that was about to move, and coaxed him softly in the order: "Go to sleep, don't open it."

He lay down again, wandering together, very good, he is also tired of these things.He wants to train a successor, so that Brother Tong, Sang Sanniang, and Qin Weibang can temporarily take care of things in this teaching, and Yang Lianting can assist with chores.

Forget it, Wuming seems to dislike Yang Lianting very much, he can change someone...