Brother monkey, brother monkey

Have the ability to compare again! "

Drilling around in the maze-like coiled silk cave, at the bottom of the cave, I finally found Tang Seng wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis and unconscious.

Hundreds of lotuses grow in the pond, and plum blossoms mature after rain.The masters and apprentices continued to travel westward, and there were countless journeys and dusts. They walked on the Ping An Road for half a month, and finally saw the city wall again.

On the same day, I entered Dongshi Street and found a post house to rest.Suddenly someone yelled outside: "Go and see the princess throwing hydrangea!"

Sanzang looked out of the window and said to Wukong: "The clothes of the characters, the use of utensils, and the speech and conversation here are very different from my Tang Dynasty. I think my lay mother also met the old marriage by throwing hydrangea balls and got married. I never thought that this place would be so There is also such a custom."

"How about we go and see?"

"No! No! It's inconvenient for you and me to dress up, I'm afraid we might be suspected."

For a person who ignores all rules and only acts according to his own will, words are useless. Sanzang, realizing this, shuts his mouth and is dragged away by Goku.

It is said that the king of Tianzhu, because of his love of landscapes and flowers, brought his concubine and princess to enjoy the moonlit night in the imperial garden the year before last, and provoked a demon to attach himself to the princess.Knowing that Tang Seng came here this year, this month, today, today, he used the wealth of the country to build a colorful building, intending to recruit Tang Seng as a spouse, take Yuanyang's true energy, and become Taiyi Shangxian.

Just at three o'clock in the afternoon, Sanzang mingled with the crowd, and the princess lit incense and wished to heaven and earth.The eight windows of that building are exquisite, and the princess turned her eyes to look at it, and saw that the Tang monk was approaching, so she took a hydrangea ball and threw it on the Tang monk's head with her own hands.

Wukong blew carelessly, and the hydrangea fell towards a beggar with a pockmarked face.How could this make the princess secretly cast a spell to bring the ball back on track.Wukong gritted his teeth, you little demon can think about Lao Tzu's people, let's see how my old grandson can kill you.

The fight in the air was in full swing, and the hydrangea jingled and rolled over the heads of all kinds of short men, which made everyone upstairs jump with fear.

With a glimpse, Wukong found a certain god hidden in the corner, raised his eyebrows in the direction of that person, and the hydrangea landed squarely on his shoulder.

Upstairs shouted in unison: "I've hit it, I've hit it, hurry up and meet the son-in-law."

On the cross streets, scholars, farmers, businessmen, literati, fools and common people, all want to come up and grab the hydrangea.

The man raised his eyes slightly, which actually made those people stumble and scramble, not daring to approach him, and even the timid ones wet their crotches in the street.Although the embroidered lady Gong'e and the eunuchs were terribly afraid, they still embraced the man and came to His Royal Highness Jin Luan. When the princess saw the man coming, she trembled and shouted, saying that she would not marry.

The man was so disgusted by the noise that he raised his hand and crushed the monster's primordial spirit. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was nothing more than a princess who was so worried that she cried and fainted. It's a pity that the monster didn't even leave a decent last word after practicing for thousands of years.

The king was displeased, and wanted to convict him, but when the words came to his lips, he turned a corner, and ordered the guards to throw the man out, without saying a word.

The man didn't have much expression from the beginning to the end, and walked slowly back to a quiet courtyard, and closed the door.

"come out."

"Erlang has good eyesight, I turned into such a small worm, yet you can see it clearly."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm here to apologize. You also know that my master has a mortal body and cannot withstand the bullying of monsters. Regarding the hydrangea, it is impossible for the gods to blame."

"Ah."

"..." This is too perfunctory!Seeing the other party leaning against the table in silence, Wu Kong suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to sit down and play staring with Yang Jian.

Zhenjun Erlang looks very good, he inherited the exquisite facial features of his mother Yunhua, but he doesn't have any sense of femininity.He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders. Logically speaking, he has enough charm and capital to confuse countless creatures in the sky and under the earth.But his whole body always exudes a pressing and depressing smell of rust, which envelops and conveys a sense of crushing, which is daunting and repulsive, so no one dares to appreciate and praise it no matter how beautiful it is.

"You should go."

As time passed by, Yang Jian felt that his patience with Monkey King was completely exhausted, and impatiently pointed in the direction of the door, the meaning of seeing off the guests was self-evident.

But the guests at the door didn't want to leave at all, so Wukong picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, took a few sips, and said with a smile: "Oh! If Erlang is tired, he can go to rest. You don't need to entertain me specially. I'll do it myself."

"Don't make me repeat it a second time." Wukong clearly felt the coercion brought by Yang Jian's approach, but this did not prevent him from admiring the beautiful outline carved by light and shadow, which can be called the golden ratio. On the slightly pursed lips.

"Kiss one, will it work?"

"what?"

Wukong suddenly narrowed the distance between the two, and with a "bang", he pushed Yang Jian down on the tea table. Wukong's kiss was straightforward and provocative.

Being forced to meet the intruding tongue, being forced to take away the air in his lungs, and being surrounded by the masculine aura that cannot be ignored, Yang Jian was annoyed by such rude behavior, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, he needed to fight back.

Immediately, they responded violently, with the posture of reciprocating courtesy and reciprocating twice as much. The kiss between them was soon filled with the taste of blood, and they sucked each other's lips and tongues wildly like a wild beast biting its prey, and the pain turned into something. A kind of enjoyment, the sticky and bitter taste spreads slowly on the tip of the tongue.

Such a deep kiss made the temperature in the mouth keep rising, and the clinging body quickly felt the desire that swept up. Wukong eagerly groped on the opponent, holding his wrist with a strong force, and the sound of bones breaking seemed to give him enough. The stimulation finally brought the lustful mahatma back to reality.

"You are really merciless when you start. I didn't say that when I kissed you just now, you didn't feel it. Why did you deny recognition when your tongue came out?"

The contemptuous and cold eyes killed everything in seconds, Wukong was speechless, and simply rushed forward without doing anything, trying to prove everything with actions.Like a long shot in a movie, Yang Jian's fist brought a strong wind, and the force of the sudden runaway hit Wukong's chest. Although no blood was seen, the severe pain was enough to make him slow down.

Damn it, this was definitely his negligence, he shouldn't have forgotten how dangerous this man is and how capable he is in fighting.

As if pleased by Wukong's painful expression, Yang Jian hit his vitals with his fist again, quickly and accurately.Wukong's movements were not slow at all, he took half a step back, restrained his wrist with one hand, raised his knees, and slammed into his abdomen.

The two fought evenly, the narrow space prevented Tongtian's spells from being cast, as if losing their minds, they knocked each other down with their fists and physical collisions, the air became turbid and stuffy, and the pain could no longer stop them from fighting for their lives The sound of broken wood and porcelain came one after another.

I don't know who started it first, the violent hand-to-hand combat turned into a fierce caress, and the sparks burned into a raging flame.

The two male bodies entangled and rubbed against each other, and with a sudden impact, Wukong was pushed to the corner and stuck to the cold wall.Yang Jian lowered his head and sucked and bit his throat, from the fossa of his neck to his collarbone.Wukong stretched out his hand out of breath, stroking and squeezing the soft and elastic buttocks under his palm fiercely.

"Take your hands away." Yang Jiansen's cold tone extinguished the fire in his heart, his eyes crossed and his breathing fluctuated.

"This..." Wukong moved his palm in embarrassment, but he was unwilling to let go of the seductive touch.How should this matter proceed now?It is estimated that none of them thought about being entered by anyone. It is really a delicate choice who goes up and who goes down.

Wukong hugged Yang Jian's waist, and without waiting for him to react, he reversed his posture and pushed him against the wall almost roughly, squeezing his legs into his crotch, and the two of them touched their chests, rubbing lightly.

After confirming that the opponent could not resist, Wukong raised his hands high and said with a smile: "Take your hands away, let's continue..."

There was a terrible shadow under Yang Jian's frowning brows, and Wukong stroked it uneasily, only to find that his fingertips were stained with blood: "Hey, are you injured?"

"Don't care about your business, please leave." Pushing Wukong away, Yang Jian leaned on the couch in his clothes, he needed to rest.

The glaring red was extremely obvious on the light yellow robe, which made Wukong's eyes hurt.Arrogantly pulling Yang Jian's body and pulling open his clothes, the faint smell of blood permeated the air, the bloody gauze hung crookedly on his body, the incompletely healed wound on his abdomen looked a bit hideous, the blood flowed along the cracked texture. It dripped onto the black trousers and seeped into the waist.

Wukong's fingers touched the edge of his wound with scorching temperature: "Where is the medicine, I will help you re-bandage it."

Wukong didn't care if there was any response, he quickly found what he needed in the devastated house.

Looking back, I found that Yang Jian stood up from the couch and began to take off his clothes, outer robe, inner shirt, trousers, obscene trousers, and finally tore off the tattered gauze. Some parts had coagulated with blood and stuck to the wound. His movements As if the re-bleeding wound was not on his body, the whole process was as natural as breathing.

Untiing the crown on the head, the long hair poured down, and the slightly curly hair itched Wukong's little heart. At this moment, Yang Jian has a suffocating allure, which is the strength and sex appeal of a man.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Sex with you."

"what?"

"Is this not what you want?"

Wukong touched his nose in embarrassment: "I really want to."

Oh, that's right, it's as if his mother always held him gently in her arms but said his father's name, as if his uncle always asked him to send troops after caring about his injuries, and this Monkey King just regarded him as a It's just a tool to vent your desires, why bother to play tricks.

Yang Jian lay there lazily, but a sharp cold light flashed across his eyes just before Wukong approached.whatever