Fast travel, death collection system

Chapter 65 6.3: Technical Flow Forging Sword Master Gong × Masochistic Poison Master Shou [3]

The autumn sun at noon came in through the half-open window, and outside the window was a tree of osmanthus in full bloom. The light and sweet fragrance of the flower penetrated into the room through the window, and floated to the nose of the man on the couch.

Yan Juncheng woke up in the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, his curly and thick eyelashes trembling, the long hair on his left face slipped on the side of the pillow, revealing his red left eye, his pupil could not be seen in his left eye, as if the whole eyeball was covered with blood Stained red, compared with his black right eye, it is quite terrifying.But these eyes on this beautiful and moon-like face can only make people feel a strange beauty.

He was sore all over, but the soreness was full of released ease and joy.He brushed his long hair behind his head casually, remembering that the blacksmith used only a single blade to kill himself last night...

"Straight mother." He muttered and cursed, looking at his clothes on the ground that were not much better than rags, he looked around in disbelief, seriously, and then his face darkened, " Don't you know how to send me a dress. Bugs!"

He tore off the dark blue curtain from the bed curtain, surrounded his lower body, opened the door very calmly and walked out.

And Cang Moliu, who was being scolded by Yan Juncheng in his heart, only remembered to release the white jade from Party B's Sumeru, and put a trace of death power into the body of this little thing in the last world, and slept for more than 100 years. The little snake that could wrap around his arm at the beginning had become as thick as a bucket, and it looked quite shocking.

Cang Moliu was sitting on the mat under the osmanthus tree, and Bai Yu obediently sat beside him. He suddenly ate ten sheep and felt indigestion, and he was acting coquettishly to his master.

He looked at this stupid white jade that was still very playful, and reached out his hand to touch its triangular head in a good mood. Huang Yingying's snake eyes made a very humane expression of enjoyment.

Yan Juncheng was looking at such a scene when he found it with only a layer of cloth around his waist.The thick and frightening snake tail is wrapped around the waist of the pale-skinned man. The man's limbs are slender, and the pale skin and the dark blue poisonous tongue are entwined together, like a picture in the dark floating white, just like in the dark night Silent and indifferent snow color.The autumn sun at noon shines dappled spots of light from the dense osmanthus trees in full bloom.

He paused, but then that hesitation turned into a cold snort.

Hearing the cold snort, Cang Moliu still lightly stroked the snake's head on his knee: "Are you awake?" His pale fingertips were gently licked by She Xinzi, and the drooping eyelids showed a trace of Smiling, "Come and eat."

Yan Juncheng resented his tone of talking to Xiao Chong very much, but at this time he did feel hungry in his stomach.He stood there without moving for a long time, only staring at the man who had a warm feeling with the giant snake with a dark face, and then said: "Give me a coat." Dead bug!

"Ah, I forgot. I was so impressed by you last night that I didn't even realize that you still need to wear clothes." He said lightly, and then whispered, "Xi Ming."

Xi Ming, who had been standing aside with an elegant and decent posture, immediately understood: "Yes."

Yan Juncheng almost didn't go up to fight the bug, but he managed to stop his death-seeking behavior with some sense, stood where he was, took two deep breaths, and then looked at the exquisite food on the mat, although he couldn't see it. It's something, but the scent in the air says it all.

Yesterday he was tortured badly by the bedbug. He originally wanted to leave early in the morning, but he didn't expect that the bedbug didn't prepare clothes for him, so he had to hold his breath and walk over to eat.

He was eating, spreading his white and powerful thighs apart, and the marks on his body let anyone with a discerning eye know what shameful things this man did last night.But Yan Juncheng was very at ease and nonchalant. Originally, he and the bug had nothing to hide. The two of them were very innocent, and nothing happened between men and women.

Yan Juncheng also knew that he was a little abnormal, and he also knew that his body's hobbies were a bit shameful. If the first time he met the bedbug was a coincidence, then the second time would be his own reason, even if he was always wanton. Some people who are sick can't bear the appearance of their bodies.He is well aware of how much Jianghu people despise such things.

But now that there is such a bedbug that doesn't change his face, Yan Juncheng doesn't care whether this person is a man or a woman, he will be straightforward first.

This person was discovered by him, so he would not let people run away.

Cang Moliu had no idea what his new darling was planning to do at this moment.Seeing that people had almost eaten, he casually pointed to the three large tanks lined up in the corner: "I said yesterday that the lake in Mingkaijian is full."

Yan Juncheng froze when putting on his clothes. He originally thought that this person was just talking casually. What is this for?Don't really let him carry water!

His left eye was covered with long hair, and he stared blankly at the past, as if he wanted to see a smile or a tease from the eyes of this person who had always been serious about things.But all he saw was a silent seriousness, and a hint of threat.

You bastard!

Yan Juncheng wanted to beat this man's face with his fist!He even forgot the cock he had always been used to, and just wanted to pull it over and knock him over and stomp him hard.

Dead bugs!One day I will kill you bastard!

It was only then that he noticed that he was wearing what seemed to be coarse clothes, and he endured and endured, finally suppressing the tyrannical thoughts.He obediently walked over and carried the pole and two wooden barrels on his shoulders.

He really wants to kill...

But he still remembered that he wanted to make this bedbug his own, and he couldn't live without someone serving him. This bedbug was the most suitable one he had ever seen.This person does not have the contempt of ordinary people, only a serious look.When those hands touched him, they seemed to be the hands of gods, able to accurately grasp everything about him, pain, pleasure, pain and pleasure... It seemed to be omnipotent, and it seemed to know what he wanted better than him. of.

He absolutely wants to make this person his own.

But he still wants to kill...

Seeing that Cang Liuliu was really obediently carrying water, he raised his eyebrows.It's interesting to teach. Is it because of his masochistic body that he developed such a murderous temperament?I heard that this person likes to torture others, could it be because of his own body?

No matter what kind of plan Yan Juncheng is planning, it can't change the status quo that he is carrying water at this time.Thinking that his majestic and feared poison master turned into a water bearer, it is really miserable to think about it from east to west.Fortunately, he is a martial artist, let alone three tanks of water, he can fill up even thirty tanks.

He threw the barrel on the ground with a bang, mother!He hasn't done such a thing for more than ten years, and now he has fallen to this point!

Cang Moliu was quenching with his upper body naked, and the iron sword was taken out from the casting mold with a black and red color, and it had a strong fishy smell, as if it was cast with human flesh.He took out the sword, scraped off the roughness, and roasted it on top of coke.

Yan Juncheng watched as the muscles on his back stretched every time he moved, and his mouth felt dry.Feeling irritable again, he tugged at the skirt of the coarse cloth, turned around and fled away.

Cang Moliu didn't care whether he really left just like that, he knew that that body had already tasted the taste of ecstasy, even if it left at this moment, it would always come back sometimes.

He put the red-hot iron sword into the snake's venom, and a burst of black smoke rose, making a 'hissing' sound, as if the snake spewed out a sinister message.

It took seven or eight days for Yan Juncheng to leave. At this time, Cang Mianliu had already completed the casting, poisoning, scraping, and sharpening of the long sword that ate one person.

This day was the day when the ram Yu Zhi and Si Zhiyan came to fetch the sword.

Gongyang Yuzhi is the well-known Young Master Baijian in Jianghu, who shocked the sky with his Baiyun Falling Phoenix swordsmanship. He made good friends with the Yurong faction that had already been wiped out, and he is still chasing and killing Yan Juncheng.

Cang Moliu calmly looked at the imposing white-clothed man in front of him, and casually made a gesture to indicate that what was on the side was what they wanted.

It was a long sword with a sheath, the sword was curved, and the hilt was wrapped with a thin black rope. It is a sword with a heavy killing intent, even if it is lying there quietly, there will be a scream and madness in the sea of ​​human consciousness.

Si Zhiyan even took a step back.Her flaming red lips seemed to be a little pale.

Gongyang Yuzhi's heart trembled slightly, he walked up and slowly stretched out his hand.

The sword suddenly vibrated, as if the sword spirit was trapped inside, unwilling to be in the sword, and wanted to break the sword and get out.

The hand stopped, and the horror in Gongyang Yuzhi's heart couldn't be expressed for a few steps. Just when his hand was about to touch the sword, a person suddenly jumped into the courtyard.

This man's body was covered with blood, and his dark red clothes seemed to be a Zhu Jin flower blooming in the air, and the fragrance of the flower was the strong smell of blood all over his body.His lips, like a girl's, seemed to be covered with a layer of beautiful and gorgeous rouge. He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood on his lips into his mouth gently and seductively.He seemed to be very happy to let out a chuckle from his throat, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Juncheng came over panting, his clothes and hem were dripping with blood as he walked.

Gongyang Yuzhi frowned fiercely, he had already grasped the white sword at his waist, just waiting for this person to show his flaws, but when he looked again, this person was full of flaws.

Cang Moliu looked at this man full of desire and fire, and saw him walking towards him, his posture was swaying and reckless, his expression slightly raised as if he was teasing.

He didn't ask him why you came, he didn't ask him what he did, and he didn't ask what happened to his bloodstains.He just looked at the poison master with serious and silent eyes, as if he was casting his own sword.

But this look made Yan Juncheng even more excited. He liked the look in the bug's eyes. This kind of focused and serious look always reminded him of the pain that the bug's hands slid across his body. Come fire and intoxication.

He swayed and walked over, stood in front of Cang Miaoliu, leaned on him deliberately in front of Gongyang Yuzhi and Si Zhiyan.

Cang Moliu let him move, his clothes were soaked with blood, and slowly soaked into Cang Moliu's blue and black-striped gown.

Gongyang Yuzhi was still thinking about the relationship between the two, after all, he came here to ask for this swordsmith, and he had a problem with Yan Juncheng because of the destruction of the Yurong School.

He was still struggling, and the next scene made him a little confused, but his heart was [yooooooooooo~] and then——

[This is not real, I must be hallucinating! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Yan Juncheng raised the corners of his eyes and seemed to smile. He hugged Cang Moliu's neck and lowered his head to kiss it. There was still a bloody smell on his lips, and his breath was heavy on Cang Moliu's nose.

In the past two times, Cang Moliu only helped him solve his physical hobbies, and did not make any intention of physical communication. It can be said that this is the first kiss between the two.

Seeing this man riding on his lap to make trouble, Cang Moliu sat leisurely, with his hand lightly resting on the back of the beauty, and the beauty's lower part was firmly pressing against his lower abdomen.

At this time, Xi Ming quickly let the two of them leave with their swords, dismissed the outsiders with a few words, and then disappeared in a place that could be seen by the naked eye.

The beauty seemed to be extremely hungry these eight days, like a wild wolf that hadn't eaten meat for [-] days, her lips stuck to Cang Liu's mouth, panting to grab Cang Liu's hand. Tucked into his skirt.

Cang Moliu was amused by his anxious look, and Yan Juncheng was eager to throw someone on the ground to do something fiercely, and his whole body was screaming.

"Hurry up... ah, hurry up!" Yan Juncheng pressed Cang Moliu's hand on his skin, and he urged in a hoarse voice and breathlessness.

Cang Moliu pushed the beauty like a puppy begging for food away.The scarlet tongue licked away the blood on his lips, and he put his hand into his skirt as the beauty wished, which brought him pain and refreshment at the same time, patted his buttocks, and asked him ——

"Do you know what I'm doing?" As he spoke, he squeezed his lower body with provocative force, causing Yan Juncheng to hum in pain and pleasure.

Yan Juncheng sneered, squinting his eyes with joy, and scolded contemptuously: "Do you want to do it, you are still a fucking man!"

Since this piece of fat is put into his mouth by himself, Cang Moliu has no reason not to eat it.

And just when the two were once again absurd, Gong Yang Yuzhi was holding the sword he had just brought out from Queyu Town, and the scene of Yan Juncheng kissing the swordsmith's body kept rolling in his mind.

Si Zhiyan also looked like he had been fucked hard by his side, which shows how much harm the two men have brought to them. Moreover, one of the two men is a feared poison master in the arena. The other is quite a mysterious swordsmith.If these two get together, I am afraid it will not be so easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help holding the sword at his waist in his hand, but the moment he grasped the hilt, his hand trembled, his eyes showed horror, but his hands were tightly held on the hilt, The sword seemed to have a huge suction force that sucked his hand firmly on it, and the murderous intent and bloody blood poured out from above, the sword seemed to have its own consciousness and was manipulating the person holding the sword .

"Yu Zhi?" Si Zhiyan looked at her sweetheart holding the sword in pain, she stepped forward and patted the man's shoulder worriedly, but this became the last words of her life.

Gongyang Yuzhi's eyes were slightly filled with crazy pleasure, as if he hadn't cut off the head of his beloved woman.He looked at the sword in his hand with a brand-new look, and a low-pitched, crazy laugh escaped from his throat.Amidst the laughter, he held his sword and flew towards the south.

Yan Juncheng was lying on the mat covered with soft wadding with a smooth body, his buttocks were bruised and purple, at this time, he was breathing in less air and exhaling more, it could be seen that someone had fucked him hard.

Cang Moliu was wearing loose clothes, looking at Poison Master who was lying limply on the horizontal mat and still moaning faintly, he finally hugged him with one hand in his arms in a good mood, and A hand roguely patted the place where the white water was flowing behind the beauty.

"Huh~" Yan Juncheng couldn't help shaking, his chin rested weakly on Cang Moliu's broad shoulders, and he muttered in his mouth, but he didn't know what he was cursing.

Cang Moliu threw the person into the bathtub and washed him gently and carefully. This kind of gentle and careful was another kind of shameful torment for Yan Juncheng who was poked with his fingers and washed in the back.Reluctantly, he was exhausted from the whole body, only a little bit of consciousness was still awake, and he had to be manipulated obediently.But he was still a man anyway.It's enough for him to be tired of lying under another person of the same sex.Now being fucked so much that he can only lie here and let the bug poke his finger in the back, and get out some kind of shameless liquid inside.

A straight girl thief!Yan Juncheng rolled his eyes.

"What's the matter with your left eye." Cang Moliu withdrew his hand that was behind Poison Master's back, and pushed aside the long hair on the side of Poison Master's face, revealing the red eyeball behind the long hair.

Yan Juncheng wanted to be 'vicious' but could only slap his hands away 'powerlessly', he lay lazily on the edge of the tub, and said nonchalantly: "I am a poison master, there is always time to test poison. "

Cang Mianliu put the man on the bed, and covered him with a quilt under the shameful and impatient eyes of the man.

However, Yan Juncheng, who was gradually falling asleep, would not know what would happen in two days.