Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

So he sat back again, raised his hand to take the whip, flicked it in the air, slapped it, and slapped the back of Li Mingjue's hand. The pain made him withdraw his hand quickly, and he dared not touch his back again.

"Let's jump, I will watch."

To be honest, Li Mingjue has only heard such unscrupulous erotic tunes like Shibamo, and it is quite reluctant to ask him to sing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Master wanting to whip the whip, so Li Mingjue hurriedly said loudly, "Sing, I'll sing!"

Jiang Xuanling: "Yes."

"Eighteen touches, eighteen touches, first touch Master's face, it is tender and smooth, second touch Master's lips, a little bit of red lips are charming, third touch Master's chest, two fruits are like lanterns ..."

Li Mingjue endured the pain and made it up. Tears popped out of the corners of his eyes and wet a small piece of ground under his body.

Unexpectedly, when he sang the seventh touch, he was whipped behind him with a whip, and his tears fell even more fiercely like boiling oil.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L, Master..."

"Mingjue, don't just sing, you haven't danced yet."

Unmoved, Jiang Xuanling folded the whip in his hand and shook it lightly, making a clear thud, "Jump up, put your tears away, don't cry. The mouth on the top is dishonest, and the mouth below you will suffer. Take good care of your mouth, remember?"

"Remember, remember, woo woo woo."

"Do you still dare to arrange the affairs of this seat?"

"Don't dare."

"Then why don't you roll up and jump?"

Li Mingjue's whole body was wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water, the place was burning hotly, even if he didn't have to see it with his own eyes, he knew that it must be extremely pitiful, like an angry crabapple.

Reluctantly got up, danced and danced wildly, and sang in his mouth while dancing: "...touch, touch, touch the root of Master's thigh, Master... woooooo, Master..."

At the end of the singing, the tune couldn't be tuned, the tune couldn't be tuned, and the voice was too hoarse.What's even more frightening is that even though it hurts so much, he actually got up.

Wrapped tightly by thin clothes, even the shape and texture are clearly visible.

With a thud, Li Mingjue knelt down on his knees, beat the ground and cried loudly: "I'm not alive, I'm dead, I'm a shame, I'm dead, let me die, I'm dead!"

"You said it yourself. You want to wear women's clothes and dance with Jiang Jiang to show me. Now you say you don't want to live."

Jiang Xuanling bent down slightly, raised his hand and pulled Li Mingjue's collar, pulled him over, and said with a gloomy expression, "Li Mingjue, do you know how much anger you can make my heart feel when you say that you don't want to live? Keep your mouth shut, why don't you listen?"

Li Mingjue was crying so hard, he walked over on his knees, hugged the master's arm, choked up and said: "I can control it, I really can control it, master, please forgive me, the pain is severe, master!"

"I don't think so, the pain is so tight, are you so excited here?" Jiang Xuanling stretched out his hand, his five fingers gradually gathered together, through a layer of wet cloth, he could draw the shape of the little apprentice with his eyes closed, "Ming I think you're dishonest."

Li Mingjue only felt that his life was caught by the master, subconsciously leaned closer to the master's arms, his strong belly rose and fell, and sent himself to the master's hand.

He desperately wants Master to love him.

When Jiang Xuanling saw him, he gave a low laugh, raised his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and sat him on his knees. His fingers didn't loosen, but he exerted more force until he heard the little apprentice's sobbing, then he said in a low voice: " Whatever you want, ask for it yourself."

"Really? Will Master be angry?"

"I am not angry."

After speaking, he had already let go of his hand, and raised his chin lightly, Jiang Xuanling said with a smile: "There is only one stick of incense time, clean it up by yourself."

Li Mingjue listened, sniffled, pulled the belt away with trembling fingers, then grabbed himself, and slammed it firmly on the master's waist, groping for the master's hand, blushing: "Master, Touch the disciple..."

Jiang Xuanling's finger bones gathered, and the blood vessels under the flesh were clearly visible, but he stopped soon, shaking his head and saying, "You find a way yourself."

Li Mingjue was about to cry, how could he find a solution?

Usually, it was when Master pressed his waist and crazily enjoyed it that he was released again and again.

Now let him do it himself in front of the master, how can this work?

"Master, Master..." Looking over with eyes full of pleading, Li Mingjue grabbed Jiang Xuanling's sleeve, and said aggrievedly: "Master, my disciple can't do it, Master..."

"It's less than half a stick of incense, Mingjue, once the half stick of incense is over, I will tie you to a chair, and when the time comes, even if you want to touch it, you won't be able to."

Li Mingjue took a deep breath, and finally understood that the master would never help, and secretly thought, what kind of wave power is he, has the master never seen it?

Isn't it just giving yourself this and that, what's the big deal!

So boldly, he untied Master's belt, loosened his clothes, and rubbed against Master's strong belly, and immediately his tailbone became numb like an electric current.

Involuntarily, a low moan escaped from his throat.Once he tasted the sweetness, he knew what to do next.

The things in the body didn't seem to hurt so much anymore, and directly borrowed the strength of the master, while swinging his waist in his arms, twisting like a snake, while keeping his hands.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Xuanling didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, and suddenly grabbed the young apprentice by the neck, and pressed him hard on the table.

With one hand, he grabbed the little apprentice's legs, and put a ring around his waist. In this way, the two of them were closely attached.

"Mingjue, are you having fun?"

Li Mingjue had already been fascinated by it, so he didn't care about etiquette, justice, and shame. He was forced to rob his breath, and his little face was extremely red.

His legs were trembling non-stop, and he couldn't wrap his arms around Master's waist. He was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Master, if you want to kill or cut, please follow your orders. Don't hang me, Master..."

Jiang Xuanling changed from pinching to pressing, stretching out his hand to press the little apprentice's face, watching the little apprentice biting his finger with great difficulty, wrapping it with his tongue, and drawing out the saliva.

Rather obscenely, he used the pulp of his thumb to gently rub the corners of the little apprentice's lips, until his lips were completely rubbed red, the little apprentice's eyes were already red, and he was about to cry.

He clenched his fingers tightly in his mouth, his eyes were bent due to grievance, and Jiang Xuanling's heart was itching numbly.

The corners of his eyes were red when he cried, as if he had applied a layer of rouge, looking really pitiful.

At this moment, Jiang Xuanling couldn't remember the hateful thing about the little apprentice at all, and his heart was full of his pity and cuteness. He bent down and pressed against his neck, and softly whispered: "Mingjue, what do you want me to do with you?" Okay? I really want to treat you well, but I really don’t know how to treat you well. I really can’t figure out your thoughts. Nine out of ten sentences you say are all gags... Mingjue, Mingjue..."

Li Mingjue being summoned by the master these few times is even more powerful than Black and White Wuchang carrying a bloody big iron hook to hook his soul.

Originally, I wanted to be tougher, hold my chest up, and yell at Master for being an old dog.

After thinking about it, isn't Master just living more than him alone?

When the words came to his mouth, Gulu swallowed them again.Li Mingjue likes being intimate with the master like this, like a puppy, he rubbed against the master's arms and barked.

"Are you a dog? Barking so happily?"

"Wow wow wow wow!"

Li Mingjue straightened his waist and swayed his hips, twisting coquettishly, his sunken waist was wet, and his hands were sweating when he touched it.

I don't know if it's because the master loves him, but the pain there is not so unbearable.

His mind became active again in an instant, Li Mingjue's thoughts were very clear, and he thought to himself, if the master came in at this time, would he also be so hot that he screamed, and then tears fell down indiscriminately?

His thoughts ran ahead, and Xiaoming chased after him heartbreakingly.

Like a ghost, Li Mingjue raised his wet face and asked, "Master, why don't you come in?"

"Where are you going?"

"Master knows!"

Jiang Xuanling thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, and scratched the tip of Li Mingjue's nose affectionately, and said with a smile: "You little bastard, this seat is punishing you, you just need to hurt yourself, and you still want to Let this seat hurt with you?"

Li Mingjue's evil idea was seen through, but for some reason, he was quite happy in his heart, thinking that although the master punished him severely tonight, he was close to slapping him, but unexpectedly, he treated him so affectionately.

It's like the sun is coming out from the west.Thinking about it, I have to say something particularly sensational.

Thinking left and right, thinking left and right, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he patted Master's thigh and said: "Master, are you not good enough!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

"What did you say? Say it again?" Jiang Xuanling's tone was not friendly, he grabbed the little apprentice's waist, pressed it firmly on the table, and said coldly: "It seems that Gu Chuxian is right. You are too pampered, so that you are becoming more and more daring now! Li Mingjue, do you want me to take a needle and sew your mouth up?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mingjue quickly defended himself: "No, no, Master! This disciple wants to ask, did Master not eat tonight?"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

What did he say earlier?

The mouth of the little apprentice seems to have been opened since he was a child. Anyway, after so many years, he can't control it anymore.

I had to take care of the mouth below.

"Li Mingjue, what do you see those are?" Jiang Xuanling raised his hand and pointed to the side.

"The country that Master laid down for me?"

"speak English."

Li Mingjue struggled to look over his head, and replied obediently: "It's Jiang, Master, you have lost your memory, you don't even recognize Jiang?"

"You count, how many are left."

"One, two, three...six, and six more, Master!"

"Go and cut."