The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

The darkness in the stele has weight, it closed around Xue Yu like a wall, tightly blocking his eyes.

Xue Yu's eyes widened, and he could only vaguely see two faint red lights, which looked like ghosts in the darkness.

Like a prey waiting to be slaughtered, he was shivering tremblingly in the palm of Cen Shu's hands.

In the next second, Xue Yu felt his lips pressed against something hot and soft, followed by a sharp pain in his lower lip.

In the past, Xue Yu liked to peck and kiss his lower lip the most, but today Cen Shu deliberately bit him here, his movements were a little jerky, but his strength was effortless, and the pain made him tremble.

Xue Yu was caught off guard and let out a "woo", thin blood streaks spread along the lines of his lips, and also stained the tips of Cen Shu's teeth.

He subconsciously bent his forearm against the opponent's chest, as if he was resisting such a rough touch from the person in front of him.

It's just that this kind of resistance is too slight in Cen Shu's view, and he doesn't even need to be distracted to suppress it.Only a strand of black hair slipped from Cen Shu's slightly lowered shoulders, and scratched nonchalantly on Xue Yu's collarbone, which was exposed outside the neckline, bringing a cool touch that was completely different from the hot fingertips of the other party.

Xue Yu suddenly woke up most of the time in this pain.

It was Cen Shu who was biting him, and Cen Shu would actually bite him!

When posting before, this person obviously never used his teeth!

In the darkness, Xue Yu's animal pupils were tightly shrunk into a vertical line. He breathed rapidly, but felt that he was being surrounded by a sea of ​​spiritual power that seemed to have substance.

The thick spiritual power squeezed out the oxygen in the air, filling his nasal cavity with every inhalation, almost suffocating.

And strands of hostility are running through it recklessly, frivolously teasing Xue Yu's skin that is not covered by the fabric, bringing a familiar slight tingling.

In absolute darkness, vision is completely deprived and other senses are multiplied.

Everything is false, Xue Yu can only feel that Cen Shu is controlling him.

The opponent's palm was hot, his chest was hot, and even the breath splashed on his cheek was hot.

Cen Shu, a snowman who was supposed to be carved from ice and snow, seemed to be on fire at this moment!

At this time, Xue Yu finally realized belatedly that the person in front of him was an absolute strong man.

The man stood on the small tip at the top of the pyramid, and his breath could decide the death of millions of people.

It's just that he always kept it in front of Xue Yu, which made him forget that this person actually has very sharp claws and fangs.

Xue Yu frowned, and said in a vague and difficult way: "Master..."

The other party didn't answer, but suddenly squeezed Xue Yu's cheek hard with his fingers.

The latter was forced to open his mouth in pain.

The tip of Cen Shu's hot tongue was drawn into his mouth almost in the next second, followed by an extremely majestic and terrifying spiritual force, mixed with restless hostility, rushing into him with a devastating momentum. his body.

Xue Yu's body had already absorbed spiritual power, so he became lazy and dull, as if he had abandoned his master and entered a state of rest ahead of time.

But at this time, the body had to start to function again, and was forced to bear the spiritual power that Cen Shu forcibly transferred.

The sea of ​​qi has already been filled to the brim, and all the meridians have no place to be plugged, and they are all so full that they seem to burst open at any time.

The spiritual power that was still pouring into his body had no choice but to find another way, rushing to the branch meridians around the path.

Xue Yu's cultivation base is low, those meridians are not on the path of cultivation, and his spiritual power has never been taken care of.

Unexplored meridians are naturally narrow and abnormally thin and shrinking.

The vigorous spiritual flow had nowhere to go, so it had to rush into the thin branch veins regardless, expanding it to three times its previous width in an instant.

The pain instantly exceeded the threshold.

It's as if a person was walking on the road, slipped his foot, and swiped a big fork all at once.

Xue Yu's head buzzed, and he felt that nothing on his body belonged to him anymore, tears burst out of his eyes in pain.

He thought dazedly that when he asked for spiritual energy from Cen Shu in the past, this person spared no effort to take care of him.

If Cen Shu really ignored him and let him suck, he might have passed out in an instant.

"Um-"

Even the tips of Xue Yu's fingers were numb, and his movements to push back Cen Shu were very weak.

Cen Shu lowered his head to kiss him, the palm resting on the back of his head ruthlessly pressed Xue Yu's head towards him.

An endless stream of pure spiritual energy filled Xue Yu's throat.

He unconsciously let out a somewhat embarrassing swallowing sound in his throat, accompanied by small crackling sounds, thousands of narrow and thin meridians were roughly stretched apart by the rushing spiritual current.

Once some branch meridians barely adapt to such expansion, new meridians will be opened up immediately, keeping him in a state of distending pain at all times.

Because the hostility was enveloped by Cen Shu's aura, it also entered Xue Yu's meridians.

For ordinary people, hostility is harmful rather than beneficial, but it can't cause any storms in Xue Yu's body, and it disappeared without a trace before turning half a week.

The hostility seemed to know that he would be digested by this weird person, so he made enough noise in his short life.

He was like a trapped beast locked in Xue Yu's meridians, thrusting and agitating furiously in it, bouncing around in the narrow meridians, and scattered around the body with the spiritual force.

The addition of hostility is like sprinkling popping candies into the blood vessels.

Adding some kind of small, crackling pain to the severe pain made him feel very uncomfortable.

It was the first time that Xue Yu rejected Cen Shu's lips so much.

With tears all over his face, he clutched the collar of the person in front of him, trying in vain to turn his head away from Cen Shu's touch.

But the man's strong fingers were pressing his jaw tightly, not only could he not turn his head at all, he couldn't even simply close his mouth.

This feeling of being completely suppressed by others made Xue Yu feel uneasy.

And what was gradually catalyzing this anxiety to fear was the kind of... madness faintly emanating from Cen Shu at this moment, which he had never seen before.

Xue Yu used to think that Cen Shu was a silent snow mountain, without sadness or joy, cold and boring.

It was only later that I realized that maybe this person was not really looking deserted, he was just being forced to suppress himself.

Cen Shu is not a snow mountain, but an iceberg floating on the sea surface, and there is a larger and unknown part below the sea level.

But at this moment, Xue Yu seemed to see some dark shadows from the opponent's violent actions.

Cen Shu's spiritual power is much more domineering than those of Hongwu Palace disciples.

He forcibly washed Xue Yu's main meridians continuously, widening the already relatively wide meridian by a few points.

The meridian wall, which was still a little dry at first, became more resilient after being washed again and again.

Xue Yu's breathing eased a little, and the pain subsided a bit, leaving only swelling.

Cen Shu seemed to be aware of his adaptation, and tilted his head slightly, pressing the tip of his hot tongue against Xue Yu's base, and another large wave of spiritual power poured fiercely into his throat.

Xue Yu whimpered, and cried again in pain.

"Click"

Xue Yu clearly heard that something in his body seemed to be broken.

The spiritual power at the front flowed from the crack to nowhere, and the spiritual power at the back continued to wedge in coldly.

Xue Yu's pupils kept shrinking, and he pushed Cen Shu's chest with stiff arms, making an indistinct whimper.

"Brother Xiaoyu! Brother Xiaoyu!"

A girl's sweet voice like a silver bell suddenly came from outside the stone gate, which was extremely ear-piercing in the dead and dark environment.

Xue Yu seemed to be taken aback, and trembled heavily in Cen Shu's arms, cold sweat dripped down, steaming through the thin clothes on his body.

He was like a goose whose neck was pinched, not daring to make a sound.

As if aware of the strangeness of the person in his arms, Cen Shu slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes that had been dark were once again stained with red light.

The rootless anger burned vigorously again, and he exerted force again with the fingers pinching Xue Yu's neck bone, and clasped him tightly to himself.

The force was so great that one could almost hear the creaking of bones.

Spiritual power was constantly flowing, but Cen Shu not only stuck to him, but opened and closed his teeth, and bit heavily on Xue Yu's broken lip.

He bit it hard as if he had completely lost his mind, and the mucous membrane of his inner lip was rapidly swollen and congested by his bite, like a plump and moist peach.

Xue Yu tightened his throat and refused to say a word.

Wu Hongyan yelled a few more times, and after seeing no one answered, she wondered, "It's strange, could it be that she's already asleep?"

"It's not impossible," another strange male voice suddenly said, "Today we should have made Xianjun very tired."

"Ugh!—"

An unprecedented thick spiritual force suddenly surged into his throat, which caught Xue Yu off guard and let out a painful hum.

His slender eyelashes trembled like a spasm, tears streaming down silently.

"What sound?" one said.

"I seem to have heard it too." The others echoed.

"It seems to be coming from the house."

The people outside suddenly became quiet, as if they were leaning sideways and putting their ears on the stone door, listening carefully to the movement in the room.

Xue Yu completely froze in Cen Shu's arms, not even daring to take a breath, for fear that people outside the room would hear the whimpering in his throat.

Suddenly, Cen Shu's lips left him, and the hand holding his jaw disappeared.

The continuous stream of spirits came to an abrupt end.

Xue Yu stared blankly at the darkness in front of him with wide eyes, seemingly unable to react.

Immediately afterwards, his lips were lightly licked by the tip of the other's tongue.

Cen Shu pressed against the tip of his nose slowly, and gently pressed his lips to wipe away the blood on his lips.

The back of Xue Yu's neck was covered with a layer of damp cold sweat, and Cen Shu's soft palm was kneading it skillfully and slowly.

Under Cen Shu's control, he shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but move his lips in response.

Cen Shu seemed to be more familiar with his body than himself. Even though Xue Yu was still in pain, he couldn't help squinting his eyes and humming softly in the new comfort.

After a moment, he suddenly woke up again, shut his mouth suddenly, and the dry palms of Cen Shu were slightly wet with the fresh cold sweat.

"It's true that she's asleep." Wu Hongyan said, "She's still snoring."

One person hesitated and said, "It doesn't seem to be snoring..."

"Elder Sister said yes, can't it be!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound of flesh sticking to flesh, and the man said "Ouch", and quickly compromised: "It's snoring!"

"Keep your voice down!" Wu Hongyan was dissatisfied, "What if I wake someone up!"

The other party quickly apologized quietly.

"Let's go, come back tomorrow."

The soft rustling noise in the corridor gradually faded away, and the surroundings fell into silence again.

The hot breath also left, Cen Shu seemed to straighten up, put his arm around him and asked, "Is that enough?"

Although his voice was as indifferent as usual, Xue Yu seemed to hear some depressing flavor from it, which made him a little scared.

The little animal board was sitting, lowered its head and twitched and said, "That's enough..."

With Cen Shu being so fierce, Xue Yu didn't dare to cling to someone's arms as usual.

But at this time, his whole body was in pain, and he was so wronged, so he pretended to be unsteady, and deliberately bumped his head forward, regardless of where it hit Cen Shu, and said pitifully, "It's so swollen... "

In the darkness, Cen Shu didn't move at all, but asked him coolly: "Tomorrow, are you still going to find them?"

Xue Yu scolded Cen Shu for being narrow-minded in his heart, and wept half-truthfully, "But I can't fight with Master, can I?"

How immoral is it to find a mage to fight melee!

Cen Shu stopped suddenly, and even the spiritual power that was slowly flowing around his body stopped in place, and his whole body froze as if he had pressed the pause button.

The originally extremely heavy and stagnant atmosphere around seemed to dissipate a little in an instant.

He asked slowly and hesitantly, "...a fight?"

"Yup!"

Xue Yu paused, as if realizing something, and asked slowly and hesitantly: "...Master, you don't think that I suck spiritual energy from others because of kissing?"

Cen Shu: "..."

The author has something to say: Quanqin collapsed in three days before starting a business [regret]

Who knew that I would go back to my hometown on the first day of May [-]st, woo woo woo woo.