Master milk me

"Ahem..." Longlong rolled on the bed, coughing up blood non-stop, looking restless and weak, and looked very bad.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" It whimpered and cried, "Qingqing...it hurts..."

"Don't move." Zhang Yanqing held down its rolling body, glanced at the scar on its neck drawn by the gold thread, and felt a severe pain in its heart for a moment.

"Ahem, ahem..." Longlong held a handful of bright medicinal flowers and dangled them in front of his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would not see them, so he almost slapped him on the face.

This bunch of medicinal flowers was picked in Qin Changsu's yard.

Zhang Yanqing frowned, took those enchanting medicinal flowers and looked at them carefully, thinking for a while, as if recalling where she had seen them.

At this time, Longlong grabbed his arm, with a smear of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, he choked up and said, "Qingqing... Is Longlong going to die? Longlong hurts so much..."

As he said, he crawled towards him tremblingly, and said, "Kiss me quickly... Before I die, give me the Dragon Balls to recuperate..." Pointing to his mouth: "Kiss here..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing grabbed its face, pushed it down on the bed, and said coldly, "If you're just pretending, I'll beat you back to your original shape."

"..." His body froze, and he said cowardly, "Stop pretending."

"Did you eat this medicinal flower?" Zhang Yanqing sniffed the medicinal flower, and found a trace of human blood in the fragrance, "Where did it come from?"

Longlong nodded: "I ate it, it was fed by Uncle Qin. I also picked this flower from his yard."

Zhang Yanqing: "Coughing up blood after eating?"

Longlong nodded aggrievedly, turned over, and lay softly on his lap: "Hmm...it hurts...that flower can poison the demon to death. My lungs are burning like fire...the pain is so painful uncomfortable..."

"Stick out your tongue, let me see."

It stuck out its bright red tongue obediently, and lay down in front of him like a puppy, checking him.

Zhang Yanqing moved closer, wanting to look at its tongue coating, but it suddenly withdrew its tongue, its small face flushed suddenly, and it stared at him with burning eyes.

"..." Zhang Yanqing suddenly understood something, retreated quickly, touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice, "What's the smell?"

"I can't remember." It grabbed a blood-red petal, tore it off, threw it into its mouth, and chewed.

Zhang Yanqing hastily stretched out her hand to pinch its chin, opened its jaws, looked at the petals chewed into juice in its mouth, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Do you want to die? Spit it out!"

Longlong chuckled: "Didn't Qingqing want to know the taste?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing twitched slightly.

While he was in a daze, its lower body turned into a long dragon's tail, took advantage of the gap, and suddenly wrapped around his lower body.

Zhang Yanqing was pushed down on the bed by it.

Just as he was about to make a move, the body of the young dragon pressing on him suddenly began to grow longer and bigger, and finally turned into a handsome young man smiling and pressing on him.

It pressed against his body, lowered its head, and kissed him, its warm lips rubbing against his cold thin lips regardless.

A slippery tongue of flame invaded the mouth.

Zhang Yanqing snorted, and was forced to roll her tongue to get entangled with that tongue. Soon, a bitter and bloody taste dissipated from the tip of her tongue.

"Chirp..." The lips were colliding, and the breath was plundered. In addition to being soft and soft, it was more dry mouth, burning a fire that could not be extinguished.

"Master..." The warm lips left the place where it was ignited, and moved to another battlefield, lingering and rubbing the fire back and forth, both sides couldn't extricate themselves.

"Master..." He called him, his voice hoarse.

Zhang Yanqing panted silently, grabbed his dragon's horns, and wanted to speak, but the words she said were a bit dry and hoarse, which made the bastard dragon smile even deeper.

"Evil...stop..."

Longlong gnawed on his collarbone, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly with evil spirits: "Since the master has scolded me as a wicked person, shouldn't I do something that a wicked person should do? For example... to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?"

"Go away...uh..."

"Ah……"

The sexy and evil laughter matched his panting.

The spring night in the tent is rich.

But after a while, Zhang Yanqing threw a knotted black dragon off the bed, coiled into a ball and groaned on the ground.

Under the curtain, Zhang Yanqing sat on the bed with his clothes half open, his snow-white chest was covered with a thin layer of blush, and the mottled love marks on his chest were faintly visible in the clothes.

After panting for a while, he regained his composure, opened the curtain, looked coldly at the black dragon rolling back and forth on the ground, and said in a low voice: "In the future... go back to the bamboo house to sleep, don't step into my bedroom again."

"I want to have sex with Qingqing!"

The milk dumpling was splashing and rolling on the ground.

After a while, it was thrown out, only to hear an angry door slam, the young dragon lay flat and looked up at the sky, and sighed: Damn...it was almost there.

Thinking about it, he smiled slightly.

Did his master blush just now?

Or is he wrong?

*

"Nai'er...it's time to get up..." Qin Changsu gently patted the pale face of the person next to his pillow.

The girl was sleeping peacefully, her lips were bruised and her neck was pierced with neat needlework marks, like wearing a dark collar, which added a sense of mystery to her bewitching lip color.

Qin Changsu called her, but the girl didn't respond.

He stroked her soft hair, and said softly: "Do you want Master to kiss Nai'er... Nai'er will wake up? Then Master kiss you, okay? You wake up...Look at Master..."

A soft kiss was branded on the girl's forehead.

Gentle as a superficial touch.

Qin Changsu stared blankly at Shannai for a long time, then got up and sat in an old wheelchair without saying a word.

This was built for him by a young girl herself. The workmanship was rough and the wheel/disk was unstable, but it left scars on her jade hands.

He got dressed and went out.

A cold figure was standing in the yard waiting for him.

Zhang Yanqing stood in front of the flowerbed, staring at the brightly blooming Yurong flowers in the flowerbed, there was no need for him to dig the soil, those Yurong flowers had already exposed what was under the ground.

The nutrients needed for the growth of Yuronghua...

It's a corpse, a skeleton.

The area in front of me is full of...

"Senior brother!" Qin Changsu was still very excited when he saw him, and came over shaking his broken wheelchair: "Why are you here? It's so early in the morning... Changsu hasn't even washed... Nai'er..."

"Go and forgive."

Zhang Yanqing interrupted him with a cold sentence.

"Forgive what? Forgive?"

Zhang Yanqing turned around slowly, and said in a low voice, "Did you kill Wan Feng?"

Qin Changsu was taken aback, then laughed nervously, "What are you talking about, senior brother?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing remained silent.

Qin Changsu glanced at the Yurong Flower Garden, saw a flower stalk that had been broken off, and suddenly realized why Zhang Yanqing said that.

He said: "No... Brother, you misunderstood me. I didn't kill Wan Feng... There are animal bones under here. If you don't believe me, dig the soil."

After a pause, he thought of something, and said excitedly, "I know, senior brother! It's that beast! The beast killed Wan Feng earlier because of a feud with him! It's been pretending to be innocent! Senior brother, don't be fooled by it! "

"Enough." Zhang Yanqing was too lazy to talk to him, and didn't want to look at him anymore, turned around, lowered her eyes slightly, and said, "Leave Shushan."

"Senior brother!" Qin Changsu became anxious, and quickly leaned over in his wheelchair, grabbing his arm, "You can't treat me like this...you have no evidence! How can you accuse me of murder!"

"What about Long'er?" Zhang Yanqing shook off his hand, looked coldly, and said in a low voice, "How do you explain it? You pushed it off the cliff?"

Qin Changsu said angrily, "It was the one who messed with me first!"

"Changsu..." Zhang Yanqing turned around, bent slightly, stretched out her hands to hold his face, opened a pair of red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...Do you know that you have made me lose it once... Now, there must be no second time. Otherwise... I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it... Do you understand?"

Since the acquaintance, this is the whole sentence that Zhang Yanqing has said to him the most, every word, every word is clear, like a knife piercing his heart one by one.

Tears rolled down his face, although he couldn't understand who Zhang Yanqing was talking about, but when he said it, he felt extremely wronged: "Brother...you want to kill me?"

Zhang Yanqing let go of him, and returned to his usual indifference. After glancing at him, he pinched a fire talisman, and burned the Jade Flower that he had so painstakingly planted for him in front of him.

Qin Changsu was completely in despair.

Zhang Yanqing left.

He suddenly burst into laughter, laughing like a lunatic, the phoenix eyes that were hazy with tears printed the piece of Yurong flower garden that was burned by fire.

Everyone despised Yurong as a poisonous flower.

But I don't know...

Yu Ronghua is also a love flower.

After a long time, he returned to the room, and as usual he was ridiculed, and came to the girl to seek comfort.

He reached out to touch the girl's head, but inadvertently pulled her hair that was beginning to fall out.

It was only then that the girl's body began to rot.

Qin Changsu stared at her in a daze, watching her turn into a dead body little by little, holding a paper fire talisman in his hand, hesitating, burn it?or stay?

After hesitating for a long time, he finally failed to raise it.

He gently hugged Shannai, his eyes were empty, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Nai'er...don't be disappointed, Master will not burn you, nor will he abandon you..."

After a pause, he murmured: "Do you regret following me? That's why you hate Master so much? It's also...following me...you just escaped from hell and stumbled into another hell."

"..." The girl's black lips were tight, and a mouthful of resentment could not be dispelled.

*

half year later.

The day of going down the mountain to practice has been postponed again and again, and it is finally carried out today.The disciples who are going to practice are divided into two groups, one wave goes south and the other wave goes north.

The place Zhang Yanqing wanted to take his disciples to was the south, the land of southern Xinjiang, a place where plagues broke out and people died the most.

The disciples are packing their luggage.

Zhang Yanqing was in a stalemate with Nai Baozi.

A small hand was pressed on his burden, and he calmly pushed it away: "You stay here."

Angrily, he pressed up again: "No way!"

Zhang Yanqing grabbed it by its horns, pulled it into her arms, and said in a low voice, "Give me another word, and I'll lock you up in the back mountain to starve for half a month."

It said fiercely: "You shut it down! I can come out after shutting it down!"

"Okay, you said it." Zhang Yanqing stood up holding it, raised her leg and wanted to leave, Nai Tuanzi quickly admitted: "Qingqing, I was wrong... I don't want to go. Why are you so fierce , if I don’t eat for half a month, I will really starve to death..."

Zhang Yanqing threw it on the ground, picked up the luggage, and said, "Before I come back, don't make trouble."

Longlong: "I don't promise."

Zhang Yanqing: "You dare to try."

Longlong: "Just try it."

Zhang Yanqing: "..."

It pointed to Zhang Yanqing's bookshelf where precious books were stored: "From now on, I don't guarantee that Qingqing will not be here, it will still be here."

Zhang Yanqing: "..."

Pointing to his table, chairs and benches again, "And this one, I don't guarantee that I won't bite it."

Zhang Yanqing: "..."

Simply paralyzed: "My teeth have grown recently, and I have to grind my teeth...I don't guarantee that Qingqing is gone, the whole Yuanyang Palace is still here..."

The dragon horn was grabbed, and Zhang Yanqing dragged it away with a cold face.

Longlong let him drag him away, his big tail swayed like a windmill, looked up at him, and grinned: "Master...are you going to take me down the mountain together?"

Zhang Yanqing: "I'm thinking too much. I just want to go down the mountain and find a good place to throw you away."