hug that god

Seeing the sword demon Fu Yang go upstairs with the male prostitute "Mo Zhibai", the people downstairs whispered and discussed, daydreaming about the relationship between Fu Yang and Mo Zhibai.

Fu Yang ignored the group of people and disappeared from everyone's sight along with the fake Mo Zhibai.

He led Fu Yang into a room and closed the door.

Fu Yang sat on a bench, and the man dressed as Mo Zhibai stood in front of him, and asked with a smile: "What service do you want, Master?"

Fu Yang glanced at him, such a flattering smile made him very disgusted and disgusted in his heart, and asked coldly: "Your real name."

The man didn't take it seriously, he nodded respectfully and replied "Shangyuan"...

"How much?" Fu Yang asked coldly.

"A full set of [-] silver coins is at your disposal." Kishi Rao replied with a faint smile on his face.

"Are you dirty?" Fu Yang asked directly.

"Master Hui, I'm new here, and I haven't budged yet, but I'm familiar with the skills of serving people, and I guarantee you will be satisfied." Kishi Rao was slightly startled, and soon returned to his original state, and said calmly.

Fu Yang's eyes were cold, with a hint of unfathomable thought.

In the brothel, he couldn't even bear to have a woman, and he didn't dare to spend the night. One day, he actually bought a man's night, and it was so expensive.

He hasn't even slept with a woman, how could he want to sleep with this man, this man who plays the role of his master.In this way, one step forward, he slept with his teacher...

What bullshit logic, he hurriedly threw this idea away.

"Don't touch my body, try your best to see if you can arouse my interest." He said indifferently.

Anyuan was taken aback, the difficulty was really high, but for the money in his hand, in order to reflect his own value, and not to be underestimated by the rare people in the building, he nodded coquettishly: "Yes."

He took off his coat, loosened his hair, twisted his waist, stretched out his hand, and touched his skirt. He tried to make his movements natural, but he still felt stiff.

He tugged at his clothes, making his skin partly visible.

Fu Yang was stunned. A man can be more charming than a woman. He is a normal man with full of vigor and lust.

There was a hint of rage in his body, and he wanted to vent cruelly.

Antou thought that his heart was moving, so he couldn't help but get closer and closer. Now it's not him who is seducing Fu Yang, but he wants it himself.

He stretched out his hand from his shoulder, slid it to his collar, and continued down. Seeing Fuyang's delicate expression, he couldn't help being bold, and kissed it through his underwear.

Fu Yang felt as if he had been electrocuted all over, and an unexpected figure appeared in his mind, and he was suddenly startled.

Kishi Rao thought that he had a feeling, so he couldn't help but plucked the hem of his clothes, and opened his lips.

Fu Yang's foot suddenly lifted up, and it was placed on his chest.

An Rao couldn't help but fell to the ground, his buttocks were in pain, thinking about how painful Fuyang's buttocks would be when he came to consume later.

He knelt on the ground, pitifully wronged and said: "It's the little one who overstepped, sir, please calm down."

"Fuck." Fu Yang swears, and slams his hand on the table, his eyes are anxious and angry.

Kishi Rao thought that he was serving improperly, so he couldn't help but bury his head.

"Get up, you are not the one who should kneel." Fu Yang calmed down and said coldly.

Anzuo stood up tremblingly, twisting like a big girl, and Fuyang felt more and more uncomfortable the more he looked at it.

"Are you literate?"

"I know."

Fu Yang asked him to find paper and ink, let him grind the ink, and took a brush to write on the paper, he said: "Tie the horse and read it back with me."

"Ah?" What kind of game is this, he has never seen it before, he has heard of it, so he can't help but do it, squatting.

What Fu Yang wrote on the paper was the heart method of the first form of Xuanyuan swordsmanship. He read a sentence, and Anfang read a sentence with him.

After reading four or five sentences, his legs began to tremble unsteadily. In order to please the guests, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Fu Yang looked around and found a soft stick that looked like a whip.

Looking around, his face changed. He didn't expect the guest to like heavy taste. He wanted to play that kind of game with him.

He was really unlucky, the first time he picked up a guest, he met a pervert.

Fu Yang kicked his leg to make him stand up straight, and handed him the soft stick in his hand.

Kishi Rao felt relieved, that's great, he is the abuser, not the abuser.

"Don't think about it, keep your mind clean, and practice sword moves with me wholeheartedly."

As he said that, Fu Yang directly broke a table leg, and then slowly practiced the first form of Xuanyuan swordsmanship.

An Rao didn't dare to refuse, and practiced with him. He didn't dare to think too much in his mind, for fear of making the guests unhappy, so he only recalled his mind, concentrated on learning, and finished learning one sword technique in a while.

"Will you meet?" Fu Yang asked.

"Unfamiliar." Kishi said timidly.

Fu Yang led him to practice three times, and then sat on the bench, kneading melon seeds, and asked An Tuo to demonstrate it to himself.

An went back and practiced nervously. Fu Yang was very dissatisfied, so he just asked him to relax a little.

An Rao was still nervous and afraid of making mistakes. After the stiff rehearsal, Fu Yang suddenly knocked on the table and stood up, saying loudly, "Relax."

The people who were patrolling the room outside the door heard that it meant another level, they couldn't help but looked at each other and snickered.

Kishi Rao was terribly frightened by him, and relaxed too much, like a sick man holding a sword.

"Use a little force." Fu Yang hated that iron could not become steel.

Kishi Rao used too much force, hit himself with a soft stick, and couldn't help wailing "pain" loudly...

"Look at you, look at me." Saying that, Fu Yang practiced his sword skills again.

I only heard the timid whispers outside the door, I didn't expect that someone in our men's courtyard could go to the sword demon.

Seeing that Fu Yang was serious about dancing his sword, An Tuo couldn't help approaching the door quietly, whispering something misleading.

Fu Yang's eyes turned cold, and he asked angrily, "Who is at the door."

The people at the door couldn't help leaving in a hurry.

"Mr. Hui, it's on patrol." Anzhuo moved forward with small steps.

"Can you look like a man?" Fu Yang frowned.

"Do you like to be bold and unrestrained?" Antou asked tentatively, and his steps were a little bit bigger.

"Put away the mess in your head and practice your sword. If you don't practice well, I will destroy you." Fu Yang said in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes." As he said that, Anquan devoted himself wholeheartedly and began to practice in a decent manner. Only then did Fuyang nod his head in satisfaction, then picked up the table legs and sparred with him.

Said, when the enemy attacked you, how would you deal with it? In the second half of the night, Fu Yang ordered him to continue practicing swords, and told him not to approach the bed, and then he lay down on the bed and fell asleep. .

The next afternoon, when he woke up, Anyang was already tired and fell asleep on the ground. Fuyang came forward and kicked his body.

Anyuan suddenly got up and looked at him with a trace of vigilance in his eyes. Seeing that it was Fuyang who had just slumped down, he apologized with a smile.

"The moment you stood up, you had a bit of masculinity, and put back your charming posture for me, it looks disgusting."

"That's what I do. If I'm so fierce, would anyone dare to take me?" An said with a restrained expression on his face.