Master milk me

"Uh..." A low and hoarse gasp sounded in the empty room one after another.

A pair of big hands with well-defined bones covered Zhang Yanqing's slender and slender hands, and ten fingers quietly inserted/entered between his fingers, and when he was extremely resisting, they clasped them tightly.

"Nie... Obstacle..." These are the only two words he can say now. When he said it, he held a breath of turbid air in his chest, and his face turned red, as if he could spit out a mouthful of blood anytime, anywhere.

The man on top of him didn't take it seriously, and continued to act ambiguously.

"I'm a villain, so what are you? The one who was bullied by the villain..." He smiled lightly: "Bad guy?"

There was a cold light in Zhang Yanqing's eyes, and he looked sideways at Changbai who was lying at the foot of the bed. He had something in his mind to control Changbai, but Changbai recognized his master and was indifferent to his manipulation.

Now that there is no Protector Chengguang, the inner demons appear more and more frequently, and their behaviors are becoming more and more strange. He used to let it go, so that it is now uncontrollable.

"Master..." The demon suddenly called him.

"..." Zhang Yanqing frowned, turned to look at the demon, and asked in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

He lay on his chest, rubbed against his chin with two long horns, narrowed his eyes as if coquettishly, completely out of touch with the evil, charming and maniacal man just now.

"Master..." The man's deep voice gradually became weaker, and finally the coquettish ending dragged into a childish little change: "Qingqing..."

Zhang Yanqing suddenly opened her eyes and broke free from the nightmare. When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of curious and visiting eyes.

Longlong sat straddling his waist with a box of sour plums in his arms, wagging his tail and biting his mouth, tasting the taste of sour plums.

Zhang Yanqing was panting, her exposed chest was heaving slightly, densely covered with many tiny beads of sweat, which slid down her clean body and wet the mattress.

He panted for a while, and then he gradually came to his senses. Longlong, who was sitting on his waist, had a blank expression on his face. He obviously didn't know what was wrong with him, so he asked, "Qingqing, are you feeling well?"

Zhang Yanqing spat out two words: "Go down."

"Oh..." The little boy obediently hugged his candied fruit jar and got off the bed, standing motionless by the bed, waiting for him to get up.

Zhang Yanqing sat up with her forehead, looked sideways at the little guy beside the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"Hungry." Longlong turned sideways slightly, pointed to a small cabinet, and grinned happily at Zhang Yanqing, "Qingqing hides a lot of delicious food inside."

"..." Zhang Yanqing shook her head, put on her sloppy clothes, and said helplessly, "You have a good nose. Didn't I tell you...don't come to my room if you have nothing to do."

"Qingqing..." The little boy lay on the edge of the bed shaking his head, resting his chin on his hands, and looked at him with his head tilted: "Qingqing won't show up for a few days, Longlong misses you."

Zhang Yanqing looked at him: "How much do you think?"

"Hmm..." The young boy thought about it seriously: "I can't think about it, my chest is tight, I'm so sad. But it's good to see Qingqing."

After a pause, he reluctantly pushed the sour plum jar in his arms to him, and said with a smile, "I'll exchange this for Qingqing to play with me, okay?"

Zhang Yanqing was silent, and suddenly stretched out a big hand to pinch his soft face, pinching his moist red lips until they pout.

"Little brat, what did you call me?" He said hoarsely.

"Bobo..." Longlong wriggled his pouty upper and lower lips, blinked excitedly and looked at him: "I want to kiss...bobo..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing's body froze: "How did you learn it?"

"Dongdong said it." Longlong's big eyes were bent like crescent moons.

"Shen Donglan? What did he teach you again?"

Longlong shook his head, shook off Zhang Yanqing's hand, and threw himself into his arms wagging his tail, saying: "Senior brother said, if you like it, you can hit it."

"..."

"Bobo..."

Zhang Yanqing grabbed his only horn and said in a low voice, "Who else have you been with like this?"

"It hurts..." Longlong protected his horn with his small hands, and tilted his head aggrievedly: "I only like Shizun, and I just want to boo boo with Shizun."

"Shut up." Zhang Yanqing grabbed him by the collar, pulled him out of his arms, threw him on the ground, and said solemnly: "In the future, you are not allowed to say such words, nor do you behave well. Whether it is to me or to others. "

"Well……"

Li shouted: "Got it?"

Wronged Baba: "Understood."

Zhang Yanqing lifted the mattress and got out of bed, and stretched out his hand to him: "Give me the jar."

The little boy tightly guarded: "No."

Zhang Yanqing used her fingers to pry open his jaw, and checked his teeth. The deciduous tooth that fell out a few days ago was slowly erupting.

"How much have you eaten? You lost a tooth, don't you know?" He said.

"Not much!" The young boy rolled his eyes guiltily, stretched out two fingers, and said in a childlike voice, "Just, just two."

Zhang Yanqing snatched the pot from his arms and put it in his hand to cushion: indeed there are two, fifty in a pot, and two left for him.

It's really touching.

"Okay, you don't want to eat tonight."

"Woo—" the little young dragon snorted, "Give it to me!"

Zhang Yanqing looked at it coldly: "Are you trying to attack me?"

Kicking her legs, she looked up and cried loudly: "Ah... Qingqing... I want to eat sour plums!"

"What should I call me?"

"Woo..." The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he shouted, "Old Antique!"

"..." Zhang Yanqing stared at him in silence for a while.

Longlong pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "Huh..."

Big hand got into the jar, Zhang Yanqing ate the last two sour plums in front of him.

Hearing his more and more aggrieved cries, he locked the wooden cabinet where the snacks were hidden again with a paralyzed face, as if he was not sad enough.

"Wow wow——" the little young dragon's nose flew all over the place.

Zhang Yanqing picked him up, hugged him in his arms, sniffed the smell of food in the air, and carried him towards the dining hall.

In the dining hall, Shen Donglan's throaty laughter came from inside before they got close, and stopped when Zhang Yanqing walked in with a cold face.

"Shen Donglan." Zhang Yanqing looked at Shen Donglan who was huddled in the corner scratching her ears and cheeks, and when she heard Zhang Yanqing calling him, she shuddered immediately, and Yihan responded cowardly: "Master, Master..."

"Copy the Tao Te Ching ten times tonight and give it to me before going to bed."

Shen Donglan scratched her head speechlessly: "No... no, why? What did I do wrong again?" After a pause, she said in a resentful tone: "Master, why do you always like to punish me..."

Zhang Yanqing stretched out her hand expressionlessly, pinched Longlong's small face, and squeezed its lips to the center until it pouted.

Longlong shook his tail and spit out two words: "Bobo..."

"..." Fu Xiaosi's ears turned red.

Shen Donglan's expression was stiff on her face, her neck turned red, and after scratching her ears and cheeks, she glanced at Fu Xiaosi, then sat down obediently: "I know I'm wrong, I'll copy it after dinner."

Fu Xiaosi came over with a pot of rice soup.

Seeing this, Longlong waved his arms happily under Zhang Yanqing's restless agitation, and just about to jump out, he grabbed the collar and led him back.

"Pots of milk! Pots of milk!"

Longlong likes to drink rice soup and can drink two large bowls at a time.

But Zhang Yanqing didn't let him drink.

Recently he has been growing very fast, both vertically and horizontally, eating too much, in order to prevent him from turning into a ball, Zhang Yanqing has recently been forcibly controlling his food intake.

He imprisoned him by the table, put vegetables in his bowl, and whispered: "Don't drink. Eat these vegetables."

"Don't..." Longlong pursed his lips, slapped his tail, and knocked over the rice bowl full of vegetables: "It's not delicious! I don't want to eat it! I want to eat meat!"

"Boom—" The bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

"..." There was no sound in the dining hall, everyone stared at Zhang Yanqing with wide eyes.

Zhang Yanqing didn't show much expression, picked up a bowl on the table again, and said lightly: "You don't have to eat. When you get fat, I'll wash you and serve you on the table to eat."

"..." The little young dragon in his arms trembled, as if he had remembered something, shrunk himself into a ball, and said in fear: "Longlong is not tasty."

Zhang Yanqing put green vegetables in his bowl with a blank expression, then passed the chopsticks in front of him, and said: "Then be obedient and eat all of these."

"Oh..." Longlong took the chopsticks, obediently gnawed on the cabbage leaves, sniffed aggrievedly, and swallowed with difficulty.

Zhang Yanqing lowered her eyes, looked at his unwillingness to gnaw vegetables, sighed, and her eyes darkened a bit.Unexpectedly, since he was sensible, remembering what happened to the Taishu General's Mansion still left a psychological shadow on it.

It seemed that he had to stop scaring him with such words.

A few days later, Shushan ushered in an unexpected visitor.

Zhang Yanqing didn't want to see him, but the other party asked to see him by name, which caused him a lot of headaches, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go meet that disgusting person.

"Ah, Daoist Zhang, you are finally here." Tai Shuyu held his teacup and smiled: "I have been waiting for you at the foot of the mountain for several years. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I came up to see you."

Zhang Yanqing stood at the door and asked in a low voice, "What do you want from me?"

"What are you talking about?" Tai Shuyu shook his empty sleeve on the right, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Thanks to your kindness a few years ago, my arm is completely gone. I'm waiting for your explanation." Well, but you haven't come here for a long time, so I had no choice but to come by myself."

Yuan Rong sat on the side, waved his hand and said: "Oh, what is this? What does the general's arm have to do with my apprentice? He didn't cut it off."

Tai Shuyu sneered: "Old Dao, you don't know if you're not there. When I asked you for help to come down from Mount Shu to subdue the demon, you sent me such a waste. Not to mention that you can't kill the demon, you can't even catch the dragon. I The more I think about it, the angrier I get..."

As soon as the word "trash" came out, Zhang Yanqing remained expressionless.

Yuanrong's face turned dark instead, who is Zhang Yanqing?He is the future head of Shu Mountain, his most valued disciple Yuanrong, how can he allow others to insult him with words.

Yuanrong opened his smiling eyes, which had been squinted all the year round, and looked at the elderly Tai Shuyu beside him, and said, "General, you'd better think carefully about what you say. Don't lose the cultivation of the imperial city for me and other Taoists."

He said this with a smile, speaking gently, but there was a hint of chill in his tone.

Uncle Yu is so smart. Naturally, he could hear the displeasure in his tone. He put on a bit of arrogance, put on a dog-legged smile, and said, "I blame my old man for his bad temper. Daoist Zhang tried his best."

He gave the steps, and Yuanrong walked down, stroking his long beard, and said with a smile: "Tell me, why is the general here this time?"

Tai Shuyu took a look at Zhang Yanqing, put his mouth in front of Yuanrong, and said quietly: "It's not for anything else. It's because of the dragon that Taoist Zhang took away a few years ago."