Master milk me

"Ah Qing..." Longlong lowered his head and gently kissed down his neck, biting his belt between his snow-white teeth, removing his defenses layer by layer.

"Stop..." Zhang Yanqing's voice trembled when he spoke.

Yuxi's mean and emaciated hand on him was powerless to put on the blood formation, and had nowhere to put it.Then the man's big hand covered it, and it was quietly clasped between his fingers.

"Ah Qing..." Warm kisses lingered on her face.

His lips gently kissed his eyes, cheeks, and the tip of his nose, but finally stopped on his lips, as if he was afraid of something.

"Don't you miss me?" he said.

Zhang Yanqing lowered his eyes, although he didn't answer him, but the chill in his eyes seemed to drive him into the abyss.

"You just...have nothing for me..."

"I'm a normal person, I don't have a habit of breaking my sleeves, from beginning to end."

The implication is that he doesn't love him.

"But..." The man's eyes felt aggrieved: "You are my lover... We have worshiped... We have been married... Even, entered the bridal chamber..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Yanqing was quite sensitive to the word "lover". As soon as he reminded her, her mind quickly recalled the moment when she was powerless and allowed him to bully her.

He couldn't control it all at once, and spit out a mouthful of blood in anger, "Bastard!"

The next moment, an angry ending sound was stuffed into his mouth.A wet, hot tongue slipped in, wrapping around his soft tongue which was shrunk in.

The panting sounds of the two came one after another, intertwined with each other.

The blushing and heartbeating sound of saliva rang in his ears, and Zhang Yanqing stared at the other party's affectionate eyebrows, and suddenly became confused.

The kiss continued and kept deepening.

The man seemed to want to devour him, full of hatred.

Zhang Yanqing is resisting, he is attacking.

As a result, both of them had a strong smell of blood in their mouths.

No one has had a better time.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." once again.

The 33 candles in the blood array were relit.

Countless pairs of withered ghost hands stretched out from the blood formation, scratching Zhang Yanqing's immobile body.

Their sharp fingertips scratched his skin, as if they wanted to drag him into hell together.

The man supported above him, squinted his obsessive peach eyes, and used his gaze to describe his handsome face inch by inch.

Looking at it, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, his fingers lightly brushed his cheek, and murmured: "Ah Qing... do you remember these people?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing's eyes widened suddenly, and there was a "boom" in her mind, and scenes of burning fire flashed through, and countless people were running away in the fire, shouting "help".

The headache felt like it was going to burst.

These cries from hell are driving him crazy!

Zhang Yanqing snorted several times.

He doesn't remember!

He didn't know these people at all!

Why would they want him to kill him!

I don't know if he was forced into a hurry, but Zhang Yanqing's body suddenly shook, and a powerful spiritual force burst out from his body, shaking the man who was pressing on him away in an instant.

The young man in Xuanyi was thrown into the air by the shock, his black robe flew up, but there was a smile on Jun's face.

The next moment, a sword with a flashing cold light swung towards him, shattering his body ruthlessly like a mirror.

With his disappearance, the surrounding scene shatters.

All the evil spirits disappeared.

And he was still standing in the blood formation, disheveled, covered in love marks, and the Changbai in his hand was still shaking violently, as if telling him that what happened just now was not a nightmare at all.

After being silent for a while, he picked up the coat that was on the ground, put it on casually, and walked out.

The conjuring is over.

After hearing the cries of ghosts stop, the disciples of Yuanyang Palace waited outside the door early, knelt down on the ground, waiting for Zhang Yanqing to go out.

After a while, the door was opened.

Zhang Yanqing's thin figure stood at the door.

"Master." Seeing him, Fu Xiaosi's brows that were frowning worriedly burst open: "You have come out."

"En." Zhang Yanqing looked a little dull, waved his hands slightly, as if he hadn't recovered, and said, "Watch Wan Feng's corpse, and don't get close to Yuanyang Hall."

All disciples: "Yes."

Zhang Yanqing left, and returned to the bedroom tiredly.

In the dormitory, the candle was flickering, and a small figure was running around in his room, chasing a big moth that was disturbed by it and flew around.

"Big moth!!"

Zhang Yanqing opened the door and came in, a short dumpling bumped into his arms, seemed to be hurt by the impact, rubbed his forehead and moaned for a while.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes darkened a little.

After seeing the person coming, Longlong hugged him around the waist and said excitedly, "I didn't catch the big moth, I caught Shizun!"

Zhang Yanqing easily shook it away with spiritual power, and pointed his sword at it.

Longlong fell to the ground on all fours, and sat up after writhing for a long time.

As soon as he sat up, a cold light flashed in the place where his eyes were concentrated, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a sharp sword.

His sword was pointed at it.

His cold voice sounded: "Things are now...what else do you have to pretend?"

"..." Longlong stared at the sword in a daze. After realizing it, he wanted to crawl towards the window, as if he was afraid and wanted to escape.

Naturally, Zhang Yanqing would not let it go, stepped forward a few steps, stepped behind him, and grabbed its body that was about to climb out the window.

Nai Tuanzi didn't seem to know what happened, and struggled violently in his hands with an innocent face, shouting: "Master, don't hit me! Don't hit me!!"

"..." Zhang Yanqing was at a loss for words.

It kept yelling: "Brother! Help!!"

Zhang Yanqing shouted: "Shut up."

Continue to shout: "Master is going to kill the dragon!!"

Zhang Yanqing became a little impatient, and slapped the sleeping point on the back of its neck with the horizontal palm, trying to knock it out, but unexpectedly, it was still alive and well.

Longlong thumped his hands, turned his head in grievance, and stared at him, as if to say: You really hit me...

Zhang Yanqing frowned and hit him again.

Still not dizzy.

Nai Tuanzi sniffed, tears welling in her eyes.Only then did Zhang Yanqing realize that it is a dragon, and its acupuncture points are different from those of humans.

"Master, you hit me! Whoa——"

"Boom--"

Thunder exploded in the sky, and Longlong turned into a long dragon in his hands and fled. The direction of escape was the back mountain, the hillside where it often made holes.

When Zhang Yanqing found him, it was huddled in the hole and whimpering, with only half of its tail hanging outside, shaking it from time to time, for fear that he would not find him and attract his attention.

"Come out." Zhang Yanqing said.

He snorted angrily, "No!"

"I'll say it."

"No! I hate Qingqing!"

"..."

Zhang Yanqing stood in the same place, stalemate with it for a long time, until Longlong sneezed suddenly, he said: "If you don't come out, don't come out in the future."

Hearing that his tone was not right, the little young dragon cowardly pulled himself out of the hole.

It lowered its head and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Master..."

Zhang Yanqing moved his lips, lowered his tone, and called it: "Come here."

The young dragon tentatively stretched out its paws and walked towards him, and walked up to him with one step and two shrunken heads. Seeing that he was in a calm mood, he turned into a human and hugged his thigh.

It rubbed against his thigh with its dragon horn, and said coquettishly: "Master, don't be angry anymore, okay... Longlong promises to be obedient, and will listen to you in the future, and will never be naughty again..."

Zhang Yanqing looked at it with lowered eyes for a while, but there was no emotional change in his eyes, just like looking at it as usual, but he was a little dazed, didn't know what he was thinking, and was absent-minded.

Afterwards, he picked it up, hugged it in his arms, and said with a headache, "It's good to be quiet, I'm tired of being a teacher." This is the biggest compromise he can make.

Longlong blinked, and asked tentatively, "Master isn't angry anymore?"

A simple word: "Yeah."

"Hey!" Nai Tuanzi kissed him hard on the lips.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes widened suddenly, and she saw the milk dumpling wagging her tail with excitement on her face, pursing her mouth begging for a kiss, "Bobo..."

"..." Dazed, Zhang Yanqing held it by the collar, slapped it back to its original form, kicked it back into the hole, and filled the hole by the way.

"Woooo..." The buried Longlong whimpered, pitifully, and didn't know what mistake he had made again, and the master was so angry that he buried it.

Zhang Yanqing's ears turned red unconsciously. After wiping the corners of his mouth with a wave of his sleeve, he turned and left, angrily spit out two words: "Evil barrier."

After he left, a certain young dragon suddenly laughed while crying, sitting cross-legged on the ground and licking the corner of its mouth.

The taste of his master is far more delicious than the big pancakes.

Zhang Yanqing's slender back was imprinted in those clear pupils, flashing a hint of intriguing meaning.

*

Shushan has not been peaceful recently.

Ever since Wan Feng's incident happened, everyone was panicked and there was no peace.Everyone was afraid that they would fall into the same misery as him when they didn't know what time, and they didn't know when they were mutilated.

Everything has to be done carefully until the real culprit is found out.

Therefore, when going out, the disciples all go together.

The day when Yuanyang Palace will go to Shushan to practice has been postponed.

In the medicine pavilion, after Fu Xiaosi inspected the batch of medicinal materials to be sent down the mountain, he set off with Shen Dong Lanlonglong, preparing to return to Yuanyang Hall.

Coincidentally, the three of them ran into Qin Changsu who was coming over in a wheelchair.

Shen Donglan instantly went into a state of vigilance, guarding Fu Xiaosi behind her, staring vigilantly at the handsome and handsome young man who came waving his fan.

Fu Xiaosi patted him on the shoulder lightly, shook his head secretly at him, motioning him not to be impulsive.

Then, he pulled one in each hand, pulling Longlong and Shen Donglan aside.

"Master uncle." Fu Xiaosi saluted.

The wheelchair rolled past before their eyes.

Qin Changsu acted as if he hadn't heard it, and didn't even bother to throw one at them.

This is really disgusting.

Shen Donglan glared at him secretly, because of the long training of respect and inferiority, he didn't dare to speak ill of Qin Changsu, so he could only lower his head and pretend he didn't see it.

At this time, a figure suddenly passed by them.

The two turned their heads together, and saw Longlong limping towards Qin Changsu in a strange posture.

It is learning to walk with a lame man.

Still learning how to walk like a cripple in front of Qin Changsu.

Actions that are intentional can no longer be intentional.

Fu Xiaosi's body froze, and he could see it immediately.Shen Donglan scratched her head in confusion: "When did Longlong sprain his leg?"

"It..." Fu Xiaosi was speechless in panic.

Longlong limped up to Qin Changsu, dangled his big tail behind him, and circled his wheelchair back and forth twice and three times.

Qin Changsu's face was suddenly as gloomy as a dark cloud that was about to rain down in the sky.

After a long time, he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair and said angrily, "You... bastard!"

On the side, Fu Xiaosi quickly ran over, carried Longlong away, nodded and bowed again and again, "I'm sorry, uncle! Longlong has sprained his ankle! He can't walk steadily! There is no other meaning! Let's take him away! "

"Stop." Qin Changsu called them to a halt.

The wheelchair rocked and turned around.

He turned his gloomy face as if he was going to eat a child to them, looked at the animal who had humiliated him just now, and said through gritted teeth, "Isn't it a sprained ankle? Give that animal to the uncle... the uncle will check it."