resentment resuscitation

"I don't understand." Mai Dingdong's hand was not too small, but he was touched on his wrist and pressed firmly in the yellow sand, "Where's the big goose?"

"He's cultivating, don't worry."

The shadow overwhelmed him, and his tall nose rubbed heavily against Mai Dingdong's side face, then turned around and smelled all the way along the jaw line, stopping on the skin of the young man's neck.

Like a hunter scanning his prey inch by inch.

The hunter's urgent claws are visible to the naked eye, and the prey is completely covered under him, squinting as if evading, and even restraining his breathing.

Mai Dingdong had just regained control of his body, his laziness hadn't dissipated, every cell was soaked in the sun, he tried to pull his hand out, but the hunter was very vicious——

Unknowingly when he found out the prey's weakness, the man opened his lips, obsessively held the Adam's apple which was close at hand, let go of one hand, skimmed the fine sand, and landed on Mai Dingdong's knee suddenly, and lifted it up lightly. .

The big hands circled the ankles, and the skin there was repeatedly rubbed by rough and thin calluses.

"loose...!"

The valve of resentment was eliminated, and all the resentful spirits with consciousness gathered in front of the exchange for heated discussions, and the resentment masters dealt with the funeral according to the regulations.

This place is far away from Puzi Street, close to the Gobi, where countless rock arches isolate human voices and Mai Dingdong's random panting.

He suddenly lost all sleepiness, his left knee was pressed to his chest, and the trousers were still stained with the blood that had spilled from his back before, and now they were pushed to his calf.

The hand lingered on the ankle, lingering wantonly, stroking the scar on the calf pitifully, "How did you do it?"

"You... get up first!" The awkward posture made him blush.

His knees were pressing against Zhong Mozhi's hard shoulders, and there was no room to escape, but the itching of his ankles made Mai Dingdong so angry that he slammed his chin into Zhong Mozhi's hair.

The lips on the neck finally withdrew.

The cloth material was all in tatters, and the other arm supporting Mai Dingdong's right ear was propped up.The man raised his chest, without the stuttering and stuttering of the first meeting, he lowered his eyes condescendingly, pressed the other party's knees even lower, and kneaded the calf even harder.

"Mai Mai, tell me." His tone lowered, "Can you?"

Under the hot and scorching sun, it was like pouring a pot of hot oil on the continuous sand dunes, and the slender and slightly cool fingers sprinkled some water in the pot of oil.

The oil exploded violently, and Mai Dingdong seemed to be splashed by hot oil, bursts of numbness spread down his calf, and he trembled violently, "Loose."

"I want to know everything about you."

"Loosen!" The sound of breathing started to feel wrong, Mai Dingdong threw back his head in discouragement, and said loudly with all the remaining strength.

Zhong Mozhi remained silent for a while, then obediently stopped his movements, and quietly supported Mai Dingdong's ankle with his palm.

Fearing that the other party would go crazy again, Mai Dingdong's forehead was sweating, his chest heaved, and he said intermittently: "When I was young, I fell and was scratched by a branch."

The existence of the black beast in the story is omitted.

After getting the answer, the man nodded, and gently rubbed the raised scar with his fingertips, causing Mai Dingdong's whole body to tense again.

Before he could yell to stop, even more turbulent stimulation hit.

The pulp of the fingers goes upstream along the Achilles tendon, rubs over the knee, vastus lateralis, and crotch, and finally presses on the upper side of the pubic bone.

Zhong Mo Zhiyun closed his eyes calmly, then lowered his head again, pressed against Mai Dingdong's lips, and articulated words clearly along the cracks of the other's lips.

"I won't be able to kiss you later."

Without waiting for anyone to ask why, all words are swallowed up by brutal plunder.

The wind blows over the sand dunes, and the sound of sand sounds like a group of people approaching, making Mai Dingdong's already tense nerves stretched even tighter, the tip of his tongue pushes hard, his moist pupils slide to one side, trying to see the opposite side of Qingyan Temple .

The heat boiled over the sand, distorting the air, making it hard to tell if anyone was there or not.

The numb lips were released, and Mai Dingdong hurriedly turned his head panting, "Yes, there is someone."

"don’t worry."

I don't know if it means no one came, or it doesn't matter at all.

The pressure was evacuated, and the light blocked by the man hit the eyes directly.Where did Mai Dingdong know about Zhong Mo's obsessive desire for dominance, his sense of shame made his muscles burst out with strength, his eyes were filled with physiological tears, and his wrists were so hard that he really pushed people away.

"You did a great job." Zhong Mozhi grabbed the fist that hit him on the shoulder, and kissed him lightly, "This place shouldn't exist. I can only come here because you called me."

The topic was suddenly changed, and Mai Dingdong turned around in a daze, "Is this the city?"

"Ah."

"You are very special. Those crystals, leaving your body and going underground this time, have made you stronger."

"Strong? I don't need to be strong." Mai Dingdong frowned, "But I hate resentment, and there are many things that I haven't figured out yet."

"For example, the human skin of the mine."

"Have you seen it?"

"I don't like the smell of it very much. I have seen it."

"No wonder."

Talking like an announcer, talking about business calmly and solemnly, Mai Dingdong and Zhong Mozhi looked at each other, ignoring that the right knee was also raised, the two knees were held apart, and the waist of the other person was embedded in it.

The nose was scraped off, and the other party raised the corner of his mouth, "So we have a common enemy."

"How do I know if you're a good person?" Mai Dingdong was startled to feel that his posture was not right, and the heel of his leg was being held up by something again. He bit his finger on his cheek fiercely, and said vaguely, "Even Master Eliminator hates you." .”

The bite was hard.

"I don't care." Zhong Mozhi said lightly, as if he wasn't talking about himself.

The other hand placed on the pubic bone quietly slid to the coccyx, his eyes fell on the corner of the young man's red lips, his Adam's apple slipped, "You are beautiful."

The smooth hair is scattered in the fine sand, blending with the orange sunlight.The red and slightly swollen lips added some color to the hazy beauty.

But the young man obviously didn't like this kind of description. He raised his eyelids and stared, then let go of his mouth and sneered, "Pretty? Speaking of pretty, you are even more beautiful."

The facial features are profound, the brow bones are high, and the slightly raised eye ends fade some of the stern aura.Although Mai Dingdong labeled his actions as "obscene", Zhagui's figure and appearance are inexplicably compatible with the majestic desert.

His index finger was bitten with teeth marks, and he didn't pull it out. Instead, he turned it in Mai Dingdong's mouth a few times, and asked bewitchingly: "Then do you like it?"

"your face?"

"Ah."

Mai Dingdong didn't know how to pick it up for a while, he spit out his troublesome fingers, and said perfunctorily, "It's quite a rare look."

"Like it?"

"What do the two men say they like?"

"But I like you very much." Pushing the opponent's knees further apart, Zhong Mozhi slowly leaned over, and opened the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, "If you like it, you will be crazy."

"wait...!"

Covered with warm heat, it becomes more and more skillful.

Knees were clenched impatiently, fingers brushed against Zhong Mozhi's black hair, each fingertip was trembling.

In the monotonous desert, a peach blossom floats slowly, it lands on the top of the sand dune, and is shaken down by the rustling movement of the leeward slope, and lands on the shoulders of the young man who is raised due to lack of oxygen.

I don't know how long it took, a slender hand pinched the peach blossom, put it on the tip of the nose and took a deep sniff, then raised the chin, rolled the Adam's apple, and swallowed the thing in the mouth.

"I'm going crazy..." Mai Dingdong collapsed in despair.

The communication device in his pocket buzzed.

Mai Dingdong shuddered and sweated even more.

Wen's voice came along with the chatter of the wraiths on the street.

"Leave here early tomorrow morning, and those who still have extra tokens in their hands go to the exchange to exchange things." After a pause, Wen added: "Everyone did a good job when they came out this time, and there is no need to report what was exchanged."

Several people cheered.

Zhong Mozhi seemed to have never heard of it, and whispered in Mai Dingdong's ear, "Do it."

He just wanted Mai Dingdong to remember his breath deeply.

He didn't lower his voice at all, and accidentally pressed somewhere, a man's voice penetrated into the microphone, and a heavy "do" came out from every communication device.

Mai Dingdong was terrified, and took out the communication device with trembling hands, but couldn't find the button, so he could only cover the receiver with all his strength, and emphasized in a low voice: "Not to mention that we are all men, this kind of thing is done with the person in love. of!"

Tan Sheng's voice came from the microphone, and he leaned into the microphone and asked, "Did anyone see Mai Mai? Where did he go?"

No one answered.

Compared with Mai Dingdong's instant panic, Zhong Mozhi was too quiet, and he bewitched again: "I belong to you and love you, isn't that enough?"

The tailbone was held down again, and it was stuck somewhere.

"I, I have a partner!"

Seeing that it didn't make sense, a place that had never been touched was touched again, and the thunder exploded in his head. Mai Dingdong didn't care about whispering, and broke out with amazing force to push people away, and ran up the sand dunes in a panic , Thinking about just making up a reason to get it done.

"Do you have a partner?" It was not Zhong Mozhi who spoke, but someone else in the communication device.

Huang Mao turned his head to look at Shi Wu with a smile, and pointed his mouth at the microphone: "You are really good, you have to be jealous if you have a partner, be careful to make ghosts jealous."

They all defaulted to Mai Dingdong on the opposite side of the communication device.

Mai Dingdong was dripping with cold sweat, tightened his trousers and ran without looking back, not even having the courage to look behind him.

He really regretted making up such an excuse.

Not to mention falling in love, even the first time he was moved, he suspected that it was the big white dog at the entrance of the village.

"Mike."

Mai Dingdong heard a short call and ran faster.

The sporadic low salix gradually increased, the yellow sand under the feet was less, and the sound of panicked footsteps sounded on the Gobi.

Rock arches protrude from the sandstone, two feet brushed against the bare sandstone, one person's chest heaved and heaved, panting continuously while hiding behind the rock.

The legs were numb and weak at the moment because the knees were stuck to the chest for a long time.

He looked at the house not far away. There were people behind the tapestry, and the sound of communication equipment could no longer be heard behind the rock.

"I lied to you just now." Mai Dingdong calmed his breath, and said in a high voice: "You touch my place, I'm afraid."

There is no echo.

Mai Dingdong raised his ears.

With his lips pursed into sharp lines, Zhong Mo walked very slowly, even though his violent anger almost swallowed his sanity, he still held his palms and walked slowly over, for fear of scaring the fleeing people.

"I won't touch it again." He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily as his toes stopped at the corner of the rock arch.

From the formation of the Yin-Yang world to the present, Zhong Mozhi has only experienced fear twice.

Once he threw Wen away and hugged Mai Dingdong, who was bleeding from both shoulders and completely unconscious, and once he heard that sentence.

Zhong Mozhi stood silently, his eyes slowly fainting again with a smile.

Even though he was frightened by him, Mai Dingdong explained carefully, so cute that he went crazy.

"I'm sorry." Lifting his feet, he pursed his lips and stood in front of Mai Dingdong, saying, "I don't want you to suffer a little."

"But I need you to remember my smell."

"It won't hurt, I understand it very clearly."

Zhong Mo kissed Mai Dingdong's brows, ruthlessly embraced the trembling man, and disappeared in place in an instant.

The scorching sun sinks, and the setting sun covers the entire wraith world, the sandstone is stained with rust, and the empty and lonely place becomes alive because of the suppressed and rapid panting.

That was the most memorable day for Mai Dingdong.

In the tumbling sand, locked tightly by those aggressive golden eyes, he was turned over and over, rounded and flattened.

The brisk sound of drums came from the tavern, and the exotic tapestry was blowing in the wind.

There are no traces of hungry and vicious dogs in the streets where the sewage is flowing.

Mai Dingdong's legs were knotted, and he walked towards the exchange in a daze.Staggering from time to time, he simply moved forward with his hands on the simple shop shed.

"Don't help me." He dodged in a daze, his skin still numb.

Zhong Mozhi walked steadily, and submissively withdrew his hand.

"Mai!" Huang Mao waved from a distance, followed by a group of resentful spirits.

The leader is the short man who took the key and released the skeleton from the exchange before. He grinned happily, no longer the previous rigid machine, holding citrus in his arms, and strode forward.

A citrus rolled down and stopped at Mai Dingdong's feet.

His waist was sore from being pinched, he tilted his head, and just about to pick it up, Zhong Mozhi leaned over to pick it up first.

Huang Mao stood aside, "Why did you suddenly become silent just now? The residents here want to celebrate the burial in the tavern at night, and want to call you over."

"Yes, God bless you, you can finally die!" The short man leaned in front of Mai Dingdong and bowed deeply, "Only after your soul was taken away, you successfully called the Master of Resentment, we are very grateful to you!"

Mai Dingdong took a step to the left, keeping a distance from Zhong Mozhi, and said with a smile, "It was Zhong Mozhi who found it, and he is the one to credit."

The resentful spirits leaned over and bowed to Zhong Mo again.

"Thank you!"

The man remained silent, just looked at the juicy citrus in his hand, exerted a little force, pierced the peel with his finger, and buried it in.

Thinking about it, he quietly looked at Mai Dingdong's slender legs, his eyes drifted to the heels of his legs, he swallowed knowingly, and said casually to the man, "It's okay."

Mai Dingdong was startled and jumping.

The author has something to say: if you drop it at night, the day will be...

It's only natural for a beauty to be a beauty, I beg you to be safe!Aranbobo(づ￣1￣)づ