[Basic three] Help, wait for me

Baling House.

Nan Jiu stepped on the stool with one foot, with a layer of anger on his face, and looked directly at Mo Zhichen, "Give me an explanation." Why can't you hold the epee, why can't you use the Lingxi sword style, why? Something to hide from him.

Mo Zhichen glanced at him indifferently, "I didn't explain."

"No explanation? Then what's the matter with your internal strength?" Nan Jiu became more angry, twisted Mo Zhichen's wrist, and broke it outward, "What happened the day you cut off your hair, and what else are you hiding from me? , tell me everything!"

The wrist was twisted, numb and painful. After a moment, he said softly, "I have nothing to say, and there is no need to tell you."

Nan Jiu was in a fit of anger, and the bones under his fingers creaked, and his voice was raised a bit, "What do you mean unnecessary, Mo Zhichen, what position do I have in your heart!"

Unable to spare the internal force to protect the whole body, the pain from the strong twisting of the wrist directly spread all over the whole arm, Mo Zhichen frowned slightly, and struggled with his hand, "It hurts."

Nan Jiu was anxious at heart, but because of this rare sentence of pain in ten thousand years, it made him feel distressed, knowing that his subordinates had lost their sense of proportion.

Mo Zhichen has a rough physique, rolled in a knife, crawled through fire, and he has never seen him complain about the wounds all over his body. Now he knows that he has lost most of his internal strength. To Tibetan Jian who can't hold an epee It is said that this is almost equivalent to abolishing most of his martial arts.

The anxious mood subsided, and he relaxed, but he did not give up. Nan Jiu took a long breath, "Mo Zhichen, no matter what it is, as long as you are willing to tell me, I am willing to bear it with you."

Mo Zhichen withdrew his hand, covered the red mark on his wrist with his sleeve, and smiled lightly, "But I don't want to."

"And you just asked me what your status is." He took out several large bank notes from his pocket, without counting them, and put them all into Nan Jiukong's free hand, looking straight at him, "That's it status."

After a while, he felt that it was not enough, took out all the valuables on his body, even took off the jade pendant around his waist, wrapped a large bag in silk, piled it in Nan Jiu's arms, felt that there was nothing else on his body, Cai laughed and said, "There should be more, but unfortunately I don't have that much money, but I can write a certificate and give you all the private properties in Yangzhou and Kunlun."

Nan Jiu held back his anger, but it was rare that he didn't have an attack. He waited quietly for him to finish, looked down at the pile of gold and silver, and followed him and said, "I don't even know I'm so valuable, why don't you tell me I'm Which aspect is excellent, so that I can know when I find the next financial supporter?"

Mo Zhichen nodded in agreement, and analyzed, "People are well-behaved and kind, they don't cause trouble for me, and they manage the housework very well, which is worthy of appreciation; although the bed work is a bit jerky, it is very cooperative, the durability is good, and the taste is very good. It is memorable. Momou likes wild and not manic, and the little general is very appetizing to me, of course it is worth so much money."

Nan Jiuqi's face was turning blue, and the gold and silver in his arms were shaking, but he deliberately said, "Since this suits your appetite, why, you have to pay the bill now?"

Mo Zhichen shrugged, "You heard it too, my position is exposed, I must run for my life."

A little cold, but not yet discouraged.

Although Nan Jiu was so angry that he wanted to beat him up, but he knew in his heart, bastard Mo Zhichen, do you think I will believe you if you are so angry!You just want to drive me away!

He just refused to leave.

A person who has almost completely lost his martial arts, how can he escape from the Haoqi League alone? No, he will follow, and he will follow whatever he says.

"Since you're leaving, why don't you take me with you? You can be a thug and warm your bed at night." After finishing speaking, Nan Jiu felt that she really didn't want to be ashamed. Walk.

Mo Zhichen pondered for a while, "I am a person who wants to die in the world, so I will give it to you if I have no money."

"I don't want your money, I'll give you the money to make it work!" Nan Jiu threw the banknote back.

Mo Zhichen looked at him, neither saying yes nor no.Nan Jiu said urgently, "Is it okay? If not, just tell me, I'll think of another way!"

"What else can you do?"

Without thinking carefully, he opened his mouth and said, "Follow secretly, hire someone to follow, stun and take you away, anyway, you can't even beat me now." He will definitely see through it every minute.

Mo Zhichen flatly rebuffed, "You don't have to be like this, I don't have any kindness towards you, I just treat you nicely out of fun, if you miss this kind of thing, I can introduce you to someone who is more gentle."

"You... bastard!" Nan Jiu's temper became violent, and he threw the things in his arms on Mo Zhichen, and said angrily, "Just treat it as if I like it, can I be cheap, I just like you, I just want you , do you have an opinion?!"

Mo Zhichen's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been hit in the chest by a silver worm, lowered his eyes, bent down to pick up the scattered things one by one and repacked them.

He talked about that, and even said what he would give away, and he trembled with anger, he was indeed an out-and-out jerk.

Nan Jiu watched him pick up things silently, moving slowly, as if he didn't want to raise his head at all.

He grabbed Mo Zhichen's collar and pressed it against his chest, angry and afraid, he said a bunch of stupid things in anger, afraid that he would really abandon him, even his voice trembled when he spoke, "Mo Zhichen Chen, I don't want anyone else, I just want you, if you let me follow you, I will definitely not hold you back."

"..."

"If you don't want to see me, just run away and leave me alone. I have martial arts and I'll kill you, so you won't have any worries..." Nan Jiu buried her head and threw herself on Mo Zhichen's chest, saying each sentence.

"Ah Jiu..." Mo Zhichen looked at Nan Jiu's hair, and put his arms around his body.

A little choked up in Nan Jiu's words, "Mo Zhichen, I want you to be well, I want you to be safe, I don't want to watch you die..."

Mo Zhichen sighed, that's what he was afraid of, the Haoqi League must be more unscrupulous towards Mo Evil who is no longer the leader of Wuxin's help, and letting Nan Jiu follow will only put him in danger.

The grip on the collar became tighter and tighter, Nan Jiu's shoulders trembled a little, Mo Zhichen stroked his back, but failed to reassure him as usual.

Reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll take you away, and leave early tomorrow morning."

Startled, Nan Jiu looked up and asked him, "Really?"

"Well," Mo Zhichen nodded, but took a jug of wine from a side cabinet, "But I'm afraid I'll be busy on the road, can you have another drink with me tonight?"

Nan Jiu was puzzled, so he became vigilant, shook his head and said, "I won't drink, you know I can't hold alcohol, you want to get me drunk and leave you, right?"

Mo Zhichen poured a small cup, and the clear wine was filled in the clear wine cup, filled with the faint candlelight in the room, he said with a smile, "I won't drink it for you, I'll drink a jug, you only have a glass, how about it? "

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took a drink, the empty cup overturned and fell down, not a single drop remained.Then he raised his hand to pour the wine, and the small cup was filled with the aroma of wine again.

Nan Jiu watched him drink three cups without any abnormality, and the warning thoughts in his heart were gradually dispelled.

When the fourth cup was full, Nan Jiu stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the cup, then leaned forward, took a sip, and drank the cup.He said softly, "Although I can't drink enough, it doesn't matter if I have three drinks."

Mo Zhichen gently wiped away the bright wine stains on his lips, and his lips parted slightly, as if to invite, but the finger that slid lightly did not go in, but moved along his cheeks, all the way to the back of his neck. .

Another glass of wine was brought in front of him, Nan Jiu immediately went to drink it, but Mo Zhichen took it first.Nan Jiu blinked, the corners of her brows twitched, and she glanced towards those thin lips.

Mo Zhichen seemed to be waiting for his intrusion. Pressing the hand behind the neck, there was no gap between the connected lips and teeth. The wine contained in the mouth and not swallowed slowly entered Nan Jiu's mouth. The aroma of the wine was heated and evaporated, and Nan Jiu tried his best to respond to his teasing, making an ambiguous sound of water while chasing and playing.

After the kiss was over, a string of drops of liquid slid from the corner of his mouth into his collar, and Nan Jiu's cheeks were stained with a light pink. I don't know if it was the embarrassment of the kiss, or the fumigation of the aroma of the wine.

"Is this the second cup?" Nan Jiu pressed his face and asked in a hoarse voice, the smell of wine bewitched Mo Zhichen's heart.

With a move in his heart, Mo Zhichen pushed the person to the ground without hesitation. Nan Jiu didn't resist, but the cold ground stuck to his back, which made him tremble reflexively.

Mo Zhichen took off the big cloak on his body, spread it out on the ground, wrapped his arms around Nan Jiu's waist, rolled around, and fell into the warm cloak that was wrapped around his body.He kissed the corner of Nan Jiu's mouth as if it was wet, and then tore off his shirt.

The black hair spread out all over the floor, Nan Jiu removed the belt by himself, pulled the collar off the shoulders, and exposed the snow-white body in front of Mo Zhichen's eyes, it was delicate and smooth without suffering, but the waist still remained There are a few thin bulges, which are the wounds suffered in the secret room, and the scars are left due to improper application of medicine.

Mo Zhichen slowly touched it, bowed his head and kissed it.

The piece on the side of the waist is Nan Jiu's itchy flesh. Nan Jiu, who scratched Mo Zhichen's lips and tongue, kept chuckling, but put his arm on Mo Zhichen's shoulder and kneaded it slowly, panting and laughing, "Why, Sudden interest in having sex on the floor?"

Mo Zhichen exhaled warm breath around the navel, and asked him in a low voice, "Don't want to?"

Climbing up Mo Zhichen's waist with one leg, Nan Jiu swallowed, "Yes, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Get up, I'll call you." Mo Zhichen kissed him peck by peck, each mouthful was very heavy, leaving cranberry cranberries and glistening water stains.

Nan Jiu was still very cooperative, never struggled and never resisted, he thought, he likes him, what's wrong with doing things to make him happy.But Mo Zhichen was different from usual, he held down his arm and imprisoned his movements, the tenderness at the beginning gradually turned into violent like a storm.

Mo Zhichen kisses all the places that can be kissed, gnaws on all sensitive parts, and will not let it go until the red marks that ooze out for a long time, from the red and swollen lips to the slightly curled toes, every place All left his traces.

Nan Jiu still didn't resist, even though Mo Zhichen stepped forward and entered his body without the slightest expansion, he also cooperated tremblingly, twisting his waist to let him enter deeper.

He turned him over and over, even bit him deliberately, made him make a sound, told him it hurt, made him call out his name, again and again, over and over again, until his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound , He didn't say a word to stop.

The soreness in the corners of his eyes made Nan Jiu want to cry, and the mist filled his eyes, preventing him from seeing Mo Zhichen's expression.He blinked a few times, and a few drops rolled down, and then a new mist came up.

His hands were imprisoned above his head and he couldn't move, his eyes were foggy, and his body was sore and sore, he suddenly felt a little scared, afraid of such desert dust, afraid of such love.

"Mo Zhichen, it hurts." He finally spoke.

Mo Zhichen didn't stop, just leaned over and kissed his teardrops, his eyes became clear, he saw his indulgent expression, and let him fall into boundless mist again.

Ah Jiu, I want you.

In a word, Mo Zhichen said it many times, all of which were softly pressed against his ears, beating his reason.

The voice in my heart has been bewitching Nan Jiu.

If he wants, give him what he wants, give him everything, give him happiness, pain.

Nan Jiu had no choice but to continue calling Mo Zhichen's name, clutching his back tightly, sinking down with him, feeling all the joy and pain.

Feeling that Mo Zhichen was about to leak out, Nan Jiu forcibly regained his sobriety, stopped Mo Zhichen and said, "How many chess pieces did you guess there were in my hand that day?"

He wanted to hear that answer, whether it was true or not, even if it was a love story between the bed, even if it was a robbery, it would satisfy him.

Mo Zhichen gently stroked the sweaty hair on his cheeks, stroked his bitten lips due to the pain, lowered his head and kissed the center of his brow, and at the same time, his whole body was agitated, releasing all his strength.

But told him, "Four."

Then keep pushing him down.

Nan Jiu cried and laughed, didn't say anything, but was being manipulated as Mo Zhichen wished, and his sore legs tried to wrap around his waist.I just feel like a salted fish that has been fried on both sides, grilled on the fire of lust, sprinkled with sensual and irritating oil, sprinkled with ambiguous salt, and exudes a fragrance that makes the index finger move.

Mo Zhichen seemed to use endless strength, vowing to rub him into his body, until Nan Jiu really didn't have any strength to hold on to him again, and he lay limply on the ground and let him move, not because he didn't want to cooperate, but because he was already Without the strength to cooperate, he could only roll his eyes and stare at him intently.

Thinking, Mo Zhichen still likes him, whether it is the person who likes him or his body.

When the torrential rain that hit his body and heart stopped, Nan Jiu's whole body was so limp that he couldn't speak. He didn't have the strength to close his legs that were really tossed, and his limbs were entangled with numbness and soreness for a long time.

He watched Mo Zhichen get up from him, reached out to grab the jug and wine glass on the table, then sat down again, carefully picked him up, let him half lean and half lean in his arms, and covered the south with his clothes. Nine naked bodies.

Nan Jiu heard the sound of pouring wine, turned his head slightly, and saw Mo Zhichen drinking with his head up, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and the red tide on his face that hadn't receded from love.

After drinking, another cup was filled, but it was delivered to Nan Jiu's lips.Nan Jiu looked up at him, Mo Zhichen shook the clear water in the cup, and said with a smile, "The third cup."

OK, third cup.

Nan Jiu sipped the rim of the cup, then drank the wine in Mo Zhichen's hand, even the two drops at the bottom of the cup were fed by Mo Zhichen.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound, so he stretched out his hand and tugged at Mo Zhichen's shirt.Mo Zhichen lowered his head in understanding, and put his ear close to his lips.

The drowsiness came up, and he couldn't blink his eyes much. The darkness in the room seemed to be a little heavier, and even Mo Zhichen's figure could not be seen clearly.I was very tired and didn't want to move. I felt that there seemed to be no difference between saying this sentence and not saying it. On second thought, let's say it.

His strength was gradually softening, and Nan Jiu's eyelashes couldn't hold it anymore, but he held on to the last bit of strength, and whispered out what he had been wanting to say.

He said, I like you, so...

So, Mo Zhichen, you must take me away, no matter whether it is life or death in the future; you have protected me enough, it is my turn to protect you.

But he couldn't speak the second half of the sentence, his tongue was so numb that he had no strength, and all he could make was the sound of exhaling.

Mo Zhichen leaned over to listen, and heard only exhalation behind him, turned to look at him, those always bright black eyes were gradually losing focus.He knew that the cartilage powder had taken effect, so he hugged Nan Jiu even tighter.

"Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu." He called him, "I..."

In a blur, Nan Jiu saw Mo Zhichen move his lips and say something, the voice was so small that he couldn't hear clearly.But Nan Jiu felt that Mo Zhichen had said so many words, none of which was as important as this one, and he had to hear this one clearly, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

It was completely dark before his eyes, he didn't know what Mo Zhichen said after all, the last thing he could feel when he closed his eyes was Mo Zhichen's warm embrace.