Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan only felt a pain in his left shoulder, and the next moment he was dragged into the river, and he only had time to hold his breath when he fell into the water.

There was a person under the water holding him and swimming quickly. Su Yan guessed that it was one of the assassins of the Seven Killing Battalion.He struggled hard, but the opponent's arms were as immovable as a welded iron frame.

It was just spring, and the river was bitterly cold. He held his breath until his lungs hurt, and he desperately wanted to breathe, but he was tightly restrained.It wasn't until he was about to drown that the other party mercifully lifted his face out of the water, and just after taking a breath, he was dragged back into the water again.

Repeatedly, Su Yan felt extremely uncomfortable, his chest was so tight that he was about to explode, and he wished he could just pass out.

Just when he thought he couldn't hold on, he finally left the river.At this moment, he was exhausted, coughing violently, like a limp sack, being carried face down by someone.As for where he was going, he couldn't pay attention anymore, and the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The assassin seemed to possess superior lightness skills, and he was still walking like flying with him. After a while, he seemed to enter some kind of house, and threw him directly on the cracked stone floor.

A bonfire was burning on the ground, and Su Yan was thrown beside the fire.The thick cloak that was full of water was pressed heavily on his body. He untied the tie and tore off the cloak, and managed to get through with ease. While turning over, he quickly glanced around, and vaguely saw the main hall of a decayed Taoist temple.

The gable wall was tilted, the censer was overturned, and cobweb dust was everywhere. On the Xumizuo was a tattered statue of the Sanqing, who seemed to be staring at him with his head tilted in the dim light of the fire.

Su Yan forced himself to calm down, and looked at the assassin who kidnapped him—most of his face was hidden behind a mask made of black metal mesh, and his black clothes were wetly stuck to his body.

From his thin figure wrapped in black and the eyes exposed above the mask, he recognized the other party immediately, and cried out, "Ah Chai!"

The assassin didn't respond, his eyes were as red as blood, as cold and hard as ice, and there was an instinctive bloodthirsty killing intent like a beast.

Su Yan's hands and feet were cold, not just because his whole body was soaked in the cold night.

He knew that this was the state of blood pupils caused by the insanity of the Seven Killing Battalion's exercises.

Ah Zhui had also been possessed before in Qingshuiying, Shaanxi, but the situation seemed different from the current situation—although he was insane and had a big change in temperament that time, he still recognized him anyway, and his blood pupils were burning with distorted and fanatical emotions.

But this time, the pair of blood pupils looked at him like they were looking at a pebble or a dead branch, with absolute indifference that abandoned the temperature.

Su Yan suppressed the ominous feeling in his heart, and said in a soft tone: "A Zhui, do you still recognize me? I am Su Yan and Su Qinghe, please open your mouth and have a word with me..." He stood up while talking approach each other.

He slowly put his hand on Ah Zhui's mask, and seeing that the other party didn't resist, he was overjoyed and wanted to take off that weird mask.

At this moment, the blood pupil assassin shot out suddenly, strangled his neck, and almost lifted his feet in the air.

Su Yan's cheeks were flushed, and he pulled hard on the opponent's iron-like fingers, and kicked with his toes in vain, but was still strangled half to death.

When he was about to suffocate, the other party finally let go, and he fell back to the ground again, curled up awkwardly, and broke out a cough that was more severe than choking on water.

At the moment of dying, Su Yan was shrouded in the shadow of fear, and discovered for the first time that after Jing Hongzhui was deprived of all human will and emotion, what was left was actually more cruel than wild beasts, it was simply a sharp edge. A tough and efficient killing machine.

The masked assassin in front of him was no longer the Ah Zhui who would blushed and say "I'm moved by adults".

It wasn't that Ah Zhui who stuck his lips together bluntly, kissed him so nonchalantly that he almost suffocated, and found every opportunity to pester him to practice more.

Not to mention that Ah Zhui who was full of anticipation to warm his bed, but who hugged him all night and dared not make a fuss, thinking that he was fast asleep, secretly kissing the hair on the back of his head...

While Su Yan was coughing, unspeakable anger welled up from the bottom of his heart. This anger burned his heart like a raging fire, swallowing up all doubts and fears.

——This is the person who brought him from the darkness to the sunlight step by step, and now they want to turn him into a ghost again!

"You are a person with a truly free soul." "You have always chosen to take the most difficult path, and you will not be moved by any external forces such as money, power, or fame. , but they deprived Ah Zhui of the qualities that he valued and admired the most.

It was like a sword that had finally quenched its dead energy and could finally return to its sheath, but the scabbard was smashed abruptly, leaving only the sharp blade as a weapon for them to wantonly modify and manipulate!

Su Yan's body trembled slightly in anger and hatred.

He is willing to pay whatever price he can afford in exchange for Jing Hongzhui's soul.He vowed that even if he went to heaven and earth, he would completely eradicate and bury the Seven Killing Battalion, the Vacuum Sect, and the Wei Family, including the "players" hidden in the deepest part.

The bonfire reflected Su Yan's face, and his eyes shone with a more resolute and shocking light than the flame.

Su Yan sat up and saw Jing Hongzhui bending over to roast a bunch of twigs on the fire.The light seemed to be unable to penetrate the blood pupil assassin's mask and night clothes, he was silent and cold like a ghost.

"A Zhui, what are you doing?" Su Yan tried to ask in a normal tone.

The other party ignored him, raised the thing in his hand and looked at it, as if feeling that it was overheated, he slapped it lightly in the air a few times.

Only then did Su Yan see it clearly: a bundle of bent iron wires more than three feet long was twisted together with many thin iron wires, and the redundant and protruding wire ends around the body were bent into a shape that protruded sideways. Like the overgrown and dry thorn branches, and like the ice crystal tree frozen on the window pane in winter.

But because the material is sharp metal, it is a bit more ferocious and weird than the beauty of natural creations.

Su Yan looked at it with a sullen face.No matter what this thing is, in the current situation, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a torture tool.But as a thorn whip, there is no need to burn it, and as a soldering iron, there is no need to pose. It always feels like there will be a worse use...

Xuetong Wuming stepped across the fire without saying a word, holding the hot wire bundle with one hand, and pulling Su Yan's clothes with the other.

Su Yan stretched out his hands and pressed the skirt of his clothes tightly, and called out: "Ah Chai, wake up! Did the Seven Killing Battalion also give you medicine? Don't be manipulated by them, think about who you are and what your real wishes are!"

His efforts to stop him are more powerless than the fish on Daozu in the eyes of the other party.Xuetong Wuming easily tore open his clothes with only one hand, peeling him out of the shell like a naked boiled egg.

Su Yan saw the other party's bloody gaze from his neck, chest, along his waist and across his thighs. He didn't move at all, as if a machine had scanned the slaughter target and evaluated the location of the knife in the set program.

Full of chills and full of anger intertwined, he suddenly understood the intention of the manipulator behind the scenes——

This bundle of hot iron wires in the shape of branches, the lines formed on the flesh are very similar to the lightning lines that appear on the surface of the human body after a lightning strike.

The Vacuum Cult really wanted to kill him urgently, but instead of using swords and poison, they used "scourge".

He can almost imagine the scene of Jin Yiwei discovering his body tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, within two or three days at the most, and the unstoppable rumors in the world since then—Su Yan, the chief judge of the Baizhifang bombing, because He falsely denounced the vacuum as a cult, blasphemed the holy lotus, arrested the pope, angered the heavens and punished him with thunder, and was struck to death in the wilderness by thunder and fire.

If you add some curious details such as "a dragon came out of Hanoi and flew away with its claws on its shoulders" or "when you hit a thunder naked, the official uniform will automatically fade off and be neatly stacked next to it", it is guaranteed to spread more widely. .

Su Yan touched the wound on his left shoulder subconsciously, and shivered in pain—flying claws clasped his shoulder, and there were five bloody scratches. Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes and a cloak was added, and Jing Hong chased him into the air I used some ingenuity when I pulled it up, so it was only a flesh injury, not a bone injury.

Even so, the pain was severe. After soaking in the icy river for a long time, several wounds were soaked white, grinning like a child's mouth, oozing reddish blood.

At this moment, the movement of the struggle became more intense, and the blood vessels deep in the wound were affected, and the blood that flowed out gradually became thicker and thicker, trickling down.

Xuetong Wuming held Su Yan's wrists with one hand, and was about to tie the hot iron wire to his chest and abdomen, when he suddenly saw the snow-white skin stained with bright red blood, and was obviously taken aback.

Su Yan immediately recalled that back then in Lingzhou Qingshui Camp, Jing Hong, who was possessed by the demon, was hit on the head by him with a porcelain pillow. Under this condition, the true qi reversing in the meridian returned to its place, and it actually returned to normal.

——Who would have thought that an assassin who used to lick blood with the tip of a knife and kill without batting an eye would be afraid of the blood gushing from the body of his beloved?

It can only be said that fear is born of love.Like a person in the thorns, if you do not move, you will not be hurt. Once you are tempted, that love is not only a lingering spring breeze, but also a sharp weapon to cut people.

Su Yan lost his mind for such a short moment, and Su Yan seized the opportunity to pull out his wrist.

This body is a white porcelain figure that has become fine, the skin and tender flesh can't bear it, and the wrists turn blue and purple in a blink of an eye.Su Yan didn't rub it, and he didn't fight back or escape in vain. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the opponent's shoulders and pushed his shivering body towards him.

Spring is cold, and the nights in the wilderness are especially cold. A bonfire cannot dry wet clothes.The night wind swept in through the broken door, and goose bumps appeared on his naked and wet body. Taking advantage of the movement of getting close, he absorbed the hot body temperature under the night clothes of the other party——

With similar body shape and similar age, how can Ah Zhui's body be so hot?No matter how cold the winter night was, there were multiple bodyguards in the bed, keeping them warm throughout the night. Even the feet that were most afraid of the cold were carefully tucked into the inner thighs and covered by the other party, and they could be warmed up in a short time.

Su Yan's nasal cavity was sore, and he unconsciously brought out an aggrieved tone: "Achai, my shoulder hurts, and it's still cold... The river is very icy, and my clothes are soaked, and now I don't even have to wear wet clothes. I want to freeze died."

Xuetong Wuming held a red-hot and cold murder weapon in his hand, and hung a target of slaying on his chest. After a momentary hesitation, he fell into a momentary daze, as if something went wrong in the established procedure .

The smell of blood near the end of his nose stimulated him, an extremely familiar yet vaguely uneasy smell... He took off the metal mesh mask with his free hand, and the smell became even more obvious.He involuntarily licked the bleeding wound on Su Yan's shoulder.

Slightly sweet, slightly fishy, ​​very fresh blood smell.He licked intently, like a hungry and confused beast.

Su Yan gasped in pain, but instead of shrinking away, he hugged the black-clothed assassin even tighter.

"A Zhui, you said that 'this life belongs to the grown-ups', you said that you would not go anywhere, but stayed by my side. You also said that you can tear the bones into firewood, cut the flesh into cooking, and peel the skin into clothes, as long as there is a little bit left in this body. If you can be seen, tell me to take it, but please don't drive you back into the darkness." He said in a whimpering voice, "——I take it seriously, every word is taken seriously, you You can't lie to me, let alone kill me.

"If you lied to me and killed me... I won't feel bad, I won't know anything when I close my eyes, but if one day you wake up, what kind of pain and despair will it be? I'm afraid that when the time comes, You can't survive either.

"Ah Zhui, I won't call you an animal anymore. If you really want to do that with me, just do it. Anyway, if there is one, there will be two... But you have to wake up first, and you have to recognize me."

Su Yan leaned his upper body back, held Jing Hongzhui's face with both hands, ignored the danger of fascination, looked at his blood pupils, and said softly, "Achai, look at me—who am I? Think about it, who am I?"

The figure of a person is reflected in the blood pupil.Nameless was thinking, who is this person?

This person is the target he wants to kill, and even the law of death has been stipulated, which must be carried out meticulously.

This person is the same as the other people who have killed, which makes him indifferent; but it is completely different from the other people who have been killed, which makes him uncertain.

This person sent a few words to his numb mind, which were more powerful than stabbing him with a knife.

He should kill this person without hesitation, but he doesn't want to kill him, and wants to "do" him in another way.

The action of "thinking" seems to him a luxury, a lonely copper coin in an empty pocket, once overdrawn, it will trigger the true energy in the body, causing him excruciating pain.But at this moment, three strands of thoughts were fighting in their minds, and if they wanted to find a final winner, they wanted to blow his head off.

The quickest and most effective way to calm down this severe pain is to "don't want to".

Just do what you are told, and give your body and mind to the instinct of killing.

——But through a layer of wet night clothes, this person's flawless body is attached to his chest, which can be torn apart wantonly and hugged to his heart's content.

The sweet taste of blood on the tip of his tongue was like strong wine, ignited by inexplicable desire, burning his mouth, burning all the way into his chest, burning down his lower abdomen, and burning his penis into a spear that must be fought.

The pupils settled into a deeper dark red, and the breathing became heavy and rapid. Wuming suddenly threw away the iron wire bundle in his hand, and pushed Su Yan down on the ground covered with the cloak.

Su Yan let out a low cry, not sure if he was frightened by the rude brutality, or because of the wet and cold cloak beneath him.

Wuming held his ankles with both hands, and pulled them to the sides, exposing the private parts between his legs, with a clear view of the snow-white buttocks, soft penis and closed pussy below.Probably because of the cold, both the penis and the back acupoints were light red with no blood, and looked a little timid.

However, in Wuming's eyes, everything in the world is covered with a layer of bloody light, including the flesh in front of him, which also reveals a seductive color in the red veil-like vision.He was so swollen that he didn't even have time to remove his clothes, so he just pulled back his trousers two or three times, and popped out a hard cock like a donkey or horse, aiming at his back hole and pushing inward.

He pushed twice, and found that even the head of the penis couldn't get in, the opening of the hole was tight and dry, and it was difficult to break in without brute force, so he used his fingers to break apart the other's buttocks, and squeezed in forcefully enduring the dull pain of friction.

——As far as he is concerned, he didn't use one percent of his strength, which is already the extreme restraint of his ferocity.But for another person, it was a great pain that he had never experienced before.

Su Yan lost his voice in pain, and there was a suffocation in his chest. He didn't know whether it was because he felt uncomfortable, or because of the other person, or both.

He stretched his fingers into his mouth and bit them, sweating profusely from the cold and pain.

The rain that came in from the window hole sprinkled his head and face.The rain outside quickly turned into a rain curtain, and then turned into a torrential rain, and the thunder exploded overhead, as if to smash this crumbling little Guanyu into powder.

The electric light pierced the sky, lighting up the hall pale, and was engulfed by darkness in a blink of an eye.Between the sudden light and the sudden darkness, the dilapidated Sanqing God leaned over and stared at him with pity and mockery in his eyes, Su Yan felt dizzy for a while.

He finally cried out unbearably.

"Ah Zhui, this hurts too much..." He was crying and trembling, everywhere was wet and cold, and between his thighs was also wet and cold, with tearing pain, I don't know if it was blood or water, "I I can't bear the pain, please take it easy... Take it easy..."

The last "ah" was broken by his shout, and melted into a loud thunderous sound.

He suddenly felt embraced by the whole body, curled up into a hot embrace.The other party unbuttoned his clothes, pressed his naked body to his chest, and tried to wrap him with the clothes on his body.

The bonfire was blown to the point of being extinguished by the steamy night wind, and the fire was very dim.He heard the voice of Jing Hong chasing, resounding in the darkness of the rainy night.

"Don't, be afraid."

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if rusted from not speaking for a long time.The other party rubbed his chin against the top of his head, like a wild beast at a loss, obviously possessing sharp minions, but restrained against his nature, and felt dazed and confused about it.

Su Yan grabbed the hem of the black night clothes, crying out of breath: "I'm going to die of pain..."

"No, it hurts, and I won't die. Don't cry." The other party's voice gradually became smoother, and he hugged him tightly, as if trying to warm a piece of cold jade with his body temperature.

Listening to the sobbing sound in Wuming's arms, smelling the smell of this person, there seemed to be a vicious collision in his mind, trying to break through the invisible barrier.

This consciousness conflicted with the retrograde exercises and the instructions he received, making the meridians all over his body seem to be crushed inch by inch, forcibly spliced ​​together, and then crushed again—extreme pain, but because of the person in his arms, And it became a torment that could be endured.

He gritted his teeth against the torture, his fingers trembling slightly.Su Yan felt something, and reached out to touch his face, first with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, then with a straight bridge of nose, and finally stroked his thin lips.

Su Yan felt that his body was getting warmer, and the pain in the buttocks was no longer so painful, so he raised his face to kiss the other party's lips, and asked in a low voice, "Achai, do you remember who I am?"

Wuming lowered his head and intertwined with him, thinking in the pain and confusion, you are the one who doesn't cry, doesn't suffer from pain, and can't die.

Su Yan closed his eyes and kissed the assassin who came to kill him deeply, panting and fell in love, and groped the opponent's chest and abdominal muscles with his hands.Wuming pressed his hand down on his still hot and hard penis.Su Yan trembled vaguely, but did not refuse.

He touched it for a while, feeling that Jing Hongchai was licking him.From the neck to the collarbone and chest, he licked inch by inch, like a big animal.He tingled, and writhed and fell off the opponent's lap, and landed on the cloak on the ground again.

The cloak was still clammy, but the two entangled bodies were hot.

Nameless lifted one of Su Yan's legs, licked it with his toes in his mouth, and scratched it gently with his teeth.Su Yan was startled, thinking that Ah Zhui had said before that he dreamed of kissing his toes, and thought it was just a joke, but he really thought about it.

He retracted his toes embarrassingly: "Don't lick, dirty."

Wuming didn't feel it at all, he took his foot back, continued to lick it, and then licked and kissed up his calf, like a devout believer climbing a mountain for a pilgrimage.

Su Yan couldn't stand being licked, his penis became hard, and a little clear fluid leaked out from his back hole, sticking to the base of his legs, which was hot and humid.

Wuming crouched between his crotch, licked the bottom of his leg without saying a word, and engulfed his penis.

Su Yan let out a short cry, and bent up to grab his high ponytail tied with a black leather headband. He seemed to want to withdraw, but actually went deeper.

Nameless swallowed his cock to the root.

Feeling that he was wrapped in the hot and humid cavity, the head of the penis pressed against the soft meat deep in the throat, and the soft meat was squeezed from all sides, Su Yan gasped for breath, his scalp tingling with pleasure.No wonder it is said that deep throat is comfortable, it is really comfortable... But the one who bears it seems to feel nauseated because of the excessive stimulation of the pharynx?

He took a deep breath, trying to pull himself back a little.But Wuming supported his buttocks with his palms, not allowing him to step back.

Under the double attack of pleasure and worry, it didn't take long for Su Yan to have the urge to disarm - no matter what, he couldn't shoot someone in the mouth, which was more than a deep throat.He hurriedly pressed the other person's shoulder, and hurriedly said: "If you want to lose it, let it go!"

Wuming immediately took a deep breath.

Su Yan felt that the three souls and seven souls had been sucked away by him, and his muscles stretched to the extreme, then suddenly relaxed, and spread back softly on the cloak.

Wuming coughed as he swallowed, held back, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and licked off the white liquid, not a single drop wasted.

Su Yan covered his eyes with the back of his hand, wanted to laugh and cry, and finally just said: "I don't cry anymore, it's up to you."

Wuming turned him over, put him in a kneeling position, looked at his acupoints by the faint light of the fire, and said, "There is some blood."

Su Yan touched back and found that the wet hands were all secreted intestinal juices, there was no trace of blood, and they were probably licked clean.Although it still hurts, he still gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay. Just slow down when you come in."

Wuming knelt behind him in this most primitive and wild posture, holding his penis in his hand and entering it little by little.

This guy is still like this, he forgot to expand when the incident came to an end, Su Yan smiled bitterly, and buried his face in his curved arms.

Fortunately, the back acupuncture point was lubricated enough, so he tried his best to relax his muscles to cooperate with the entry of the opponent's huge penis.

This time the resistance was much smaller, Wuming pushed himself into the deepest part slowly, wishing he could squeeze in both sacs together.An idea that came from nowhere appeared in his mind: don't move in a hurry, or you will make a fool of yourself.

He vaguely felt that this was an advice from his own experience, and he knew the reason after just a few twitches—it was hot, slippery, tight, and tangled inside, and the layers of succulent flesh could be twisted and sucked, and if he couldn't control it, he would throw it away. Remove armor.

He didn't have time to worry about where this familiar feeling came from, he circulated his true energy to seal the Jingguan, grasped Su Yan's waist and crotch tightly with both hands, and thrust in quickly, every thrust seemed to hit the opponent's heart orifice.

Su Yan knew that this bastard was born with a male waist, he was a precise and efficient pile driver, and he could fuck himself in less than a quarter of an hour.And he is a persistent one. If he is allowed to be unrestrained, he will not finish for an hour, and he can fuck himself until he ejaculates blood.

But the pleasure came so violently that he didn't give him time to worry. Su Yan couldn't help moaning, and soon the moaning turned into an unbearable low cry: "Ah Chai...slow...slow down...stop, Stop... I can't take it anymore..."

Wuming worked hard on him and asked, "Who is Ah Zhui?"

"It's you...Jing Hongzhui...I've been calling you Ah Zhui...Ah—don't, hit there again, I'm going to cum—"

Wuming stretched out his hand to hold his penis, blocked the mouth of the bell with his fingertips, and asked again: "What does 'A Zhui' have to do with you?"

Su Yan was blocked at the critical moment of ejaculation, trembling all over, crying: "Ah Zhui is my... personal bodyguard, also... also..."

"What is it?" Wuming felt his brain jumping suddenly, and the translucent blood light in his vision was constantly distorting, like a dying monster.He gasped and asked, "What is it? Say it!"

Shame surrendered to pleasure, Su Yan cried and said, "He's also...the one who will accompany me for the rest of my life..."

— Not enough, not enough.Wuming's mind was completely occupied by unspeakable longing, and he speeded up again, fucking Su Yan until his face was full of tears, screaming incoherently: "It's me...my...Achai, you want me Fuck it!"

Wuming let go of his hand suddenly, and the white cloud splashed.

Su Yan trembled and ejaculated, whimpering unconsciously, almost fainting in the white light of the orgasm.

Wuming stopped his movements, waiting for him to slowly fall back to the ground from the void of bliss, and once again felt that this scene was not only familiar, but also vivid.He lay on Su Yan's body, licked and bit his sweaty nape, and heard Su Yan call softly, "Ah Chai."

It seems to be called thousands of times, and it is natural, heart-to-mouth, and deep affection hidden in the plain.

Ah Zhui.

I know you are good.

I will never sacrifice you for anyone, including myself.

Ah Zhui, you are an amazing person.

At this moment, I am also moved by you.

As if he had been enlightened, he suddenly woke up from a nightmare, and the blood in his eyes finally dissipated——

He is Jing Hongchai, a personal bodyguard who only belongs to one person.

"grown ups."

Su Yan looked back at him abruptly, with surprise in his eyes: "Ah Zhui?"

Jing Hongzhui helped him to sit up, half-kneeling herself, bowed her head and kissed his instep: "Your subordinate is here, what orders does your lord have?"

Water mist gushed out of Su Yan's eyes, and he blocked his mouth with his fist.

"If you don't have any orders..." Jing Hongzhui put her arms on the ground and approached the adult he loved, her cheeks flushed and her breathing rapid, "This subordinate will continue."

Su Yan stuttered with tears in his eyes: "F-what to continue... No, how long will it take?"

"It's hard to say. The subordinates should change a few more positions and try to be as fast as possible."

"Change a few more positions" and "as soon as possible"... are contradictory?Suddenly, Su Yan was startled, and wanted to use the method of urination escape: "I, I'll relieve myself." As he said that, he wanted to get up and pick up the torn wet clothes next to him.

Jing Hongzhui grasped his ankles and placed them on her shoulders: "Don't go out of your way, it's very cold outside."

Su Yan said, "I need to pee urgently."

Jing Hong thought about it for a while, and asked, "I'll fuck you till you pee out later, okay?"