The full story mosaic of the hero's face [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 8

Facts have proved that even if it is more than [-] centimeters, it cannot resist the author's fundamental setting of "cannot lift the debuff".

Just the second after Dugu showed off his "Junzi Tan Dandan", a strange Gu Liang walked in with his clothes in his arms, and interrupted what was about to happen with a scream three seconds later.

It also succeeded in letting Anping take advantage of the short gap of the embarrassing embarrassment of fascination, and once again perform his only lightness kung fu with full points, and escape.

Anping, who had run away, found a corner to hide, and began to think about what he would do next.

According to the current progress, the probability that Kugu is cannon fodder and Dugu is the villain is very high, although not necessarily.And the final step needed to prove it was to examine the size of the penis of the only remaining person, Jimo Youhu.

...why does it sound so wrong?

Anping hesitated for a moment, then put the question aside.

He decided to go to Youhu, and then take it one step at a time - anyway, this is the only thing missing, and according to his unreliable memory, it is very likely that the other party is the male lead.

...Although Dugu is already 20+, he can't imagine what will happen if Youhu is the hero.

But no matter what, seeing is believing, he must see it with his own eyes in order to be truly relieved.

Well, it is so rigorous and academic.

So the rigorous and academic student Anping recalled the map of the clothes return area that he saw when chatting in the laundry department before, and the direct disciples seemed to be on several peaks in the southeast.

And he remembered that it was described in the article that the male lead's residence was the "highest peak".

Even with Anping's level, it still took him half a day to go from here to the southeast area.

After all, the Canghai School is not a small sect, and such an occupied area still fits the setting.

Anping stood at the entrance at the foot of the highest peak. After confirming to the Tongchuan disciple at the gate that this was the residence of Jimo Youhu, he asked the other party to apply for the qualification to meet him.

He had already thought of the reason: he ran into two senior brothers by chance before, and ran away by himself in fright, but couldn't figure it out.Therefore, I came here to look for Senior Brother Youhu, hoping to clear up my doubts.

┑(￣Д￣)┍ And he was really puzzled. At that time, two people suddenly appeared by the water and quarreled in front of him. They didn't know each other before.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after he finished speaking, the passer-by gave him a strange look, and then put on a standard smile: "Please wait a moment."

Tsk, they are all routines, so can't they be less routine and more sincere?

The disciple of Tongchuan——A—thinking about that strange face, while walking towards Youhu’s residence, he thought so.

However, this time it seems to be different.

Because there is always a waving of the hand to let someone come up, and then there is often a discordant voice in the room within half an hour. This time, for the first time, he rushed to him, and after repeatedly confirming the other party's name and characteristics, whoosh It disappeared in place.

A: "..."? ? ?

"Junior Brother Diao Diao Lacquer! Are you here to see me?!!!"

Anping, who was a little sleepy waiting at the foot of the mountain, was shocked by the sound of explosions from far and near.Then he felt an irresistible gust of wind blowing towards his face, but at the moment it was about to smear his face, it stopped at a distance.

Anping: "..."

He turned his head a little stiffly, and saw a fox standing one meter away, with a shy blush on his face, looking anxious and looking forward to it.

Its posture is particularly beautiful, its appearance is very gentle, as if the idiot who rushed down shouting before was just an illusion.

Anping: "..."

"Senior Brother Youhu, what were you shouting just now?"

Suspecting that what he heard before was an auditory hallucination, Anping asked hesitantly.

"No, you must have heard it wrong!" The laughing, virtuous and virtuous Youhu said with great certainty, and then signaled with Anping's half-believing eyes, "Since the younger brother is here, how about going up and sitting down? We can have a look The exchange of practice."

"Not wearing fur clothes and trousers?" Anping said subconsciously.

"..." Youhu's expression froze for a few seconds, and just as he was about to deny it, Anping added: "Brother, I only give you one chance to answer."

Youhu: "..."

The sweetheart who fell in love at first sight is close at hand, there seems to be some deep meaning in his eyes, and his words and deeds hint at something that surprises him.Youhu took a deep breath and began to struggle violently, and finally exhausted his willpower in this life, with difficulty... shook his head.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"No..." Anping said with some surprise, seeing Youhu hummed twice, and then said, "Then I want to see it? Brother, can you?"

Youhu...Youhu's whole body turned red, and he felt like he was going to heaven with a "chh-"!

Anping looked at the person in front of him who was about to faint, and wondered if he was acting too proactively?

No way?Regardless of the original book or the result of his inquiring a few minutes ago, this person is always pulled into bed when he sees someone. Of course, he can go up and talk about it, but he is definitely not the kind of Liu Xiahui who is still sitting still when he sees the initiative to throw himself into his arms?Anyway, he has interrupted the debuff, and Dugu has fully proved this before, isn't it just a face? Take it!

So Anping took out his acting skills all his life, and looked at the other party seemingly innocently after saying something very [beep——].Seeing that the blood of the fox was soaring and almost spitting nosebleeds, he finally said with difficulty: "Master, junior brother... are you sure?"

Anping thinks that you are such a mother-in-law, you are so annoying, and you are all old men, so why can't you be straightforward and dissatisfied?

So he looked around and saw that there was no one around, looked at Youhu who seemed to be stiff, stretched out his hand, and impatiently moved, down, one, and pulled!

Then he froze.

There was a tsunami in my mind for a while, and I don’t know when I saw it:

——His OO towers into the sky and is as wide as a dam, like an AAAA-level scenic spot! ! !

That's right, this, that is, the male lead.

The male protagonist who owns [Mosaic][Mosaic].

Anping silently, silently put down his hand, and let something indescribable be covered under his clothes again.Then he took a step back, trying to say something.

No then.

He felt a blur in front of his eyes, a lightness in his body, and he was thrown on the bed before he even had time to say ah.

"Junior brother, I like you, junior brother, I love you, junior brother. Since this is the case, let's [beep——] let's do it (づ￣3￣)づ!"

The clothes left him in an instant, Anping didn't even have time to react when he felt a sharp pain below——

Wait bro, I'm a man, I'm really a man, you have to believe me——

Wait, why didn't the interrupt debuff appear? Is this the so-called male protagonist's welfare? Author, come out and let's talk about life——

Alas, ah ah ah ah, don't be so dead, it will really die -Ya X butterfly! ! !

From then on, Gong and Shou Xing lived happily together.

As for the technical issues of their happiness... this is not about the content above the neck [pure smile].

The author has something to say: I saw the sentence describing OO from a certain section of Tucao a long time ago

One glance at ten thousand years and never forget each other! Indeed, one of the two purposes of this article is for this sentence [laughs]

It's over.

There is a side story that will be posted today or tomorrow after finishing writing. In a sense, it has nothing to do with the main text—at least, I just want to read the cute (?) story shown in the label, and I can stop here.

This episode is not good, there is no joke, and it may cause discomfort. It is just the product of Lanzi's initial obsession in composing the article.

For the effect of eating, please refer to another short story in the column "The Princess Imprisoned in the Tower". Although the direction and content are completely different, they may all cause the illusion of vomiting blood.

If you have made the above preparations, please come; if you ignore the above content and have the idea of ​​"the author's snake spirit disease", please click the cross to leave and don't hurt each other. There have been repeated high-energy warnings here.

Finally, let’s take a look at my new article, this is the first full-length danmei I started after the abo romance ended: "The Monster's Eve"

Probably a story about domination and monopoly, inspired by the domination and obedience of the three major European and American stalks, mixed with some brain holes and ghost cars (?)

☆, extra

The author has something to say: I have said it in the last chapter, and I will repeat it before the episode starts. If you only want to read the funny, funny and cute stories shown on the label, you can stop at the end of the last chapter.

This episode is not good, there is no joke, and it may cause discomfort. It is just the product of Lanzi's initial obsession in composing the article.

For the effect of eating, please refer to another short story in the column "The Princess Imprisoned in the Tower". Although the direction and content are completely different, they may all cause the illusion of vomiting blood.

If you have made the above preparations, please come; if you ignore the above content and have the idea of ​​"the author's snake spirit disease", please click the cross to leave and don't hurt each other. There have been repeated high-energy warnings here.

Youhu opened the door of the room and saw his peace.

The slender young man was tied and covered in the center of the bed, without a piece of cloth covering his whole body.His limbs were wrapped and fixed with black metal chains, and his half-open eyes were cast with a spell to block light, as were his ears and throat. All he could get was eternal silence.

His skin was snow-white, even a little pale because of the tight closure that didn't see the sun, which made the traces left on it more vivid and ambiguous.Spots of color start from the head and neck, and spread to the private parts of the lower body, where the mess that was deliberately not cleaned up can be vaguely seen.

So Youhu smiled, and the moment he saw him, he seemed to relax.

—He is here, his body is covered with his traces and aura, and he is powerless to let him possess or dominate.

He walked forward, pressed his knees against the side of the bed, and then he couldn't tell whether it was comfort or intimacy, he touched the side of the other's exposed neck, and at the same time unlocked the spell that blocked his three senses.

"Anping," he said, "I'm back."

So Anping's originally out-of-focus pupils slowly recovered.What was even quicker than this was his body's reaction—he was trembling almost instinctively, struggling to stick it on, but was restrained by the chains, making an indistinct babbling sound from his mouth.

He has long been speechless, and the long-term restraint and claustrophobic space make him desperately long for skin contact with others.So at this moment the youth looks like some kind of small animal, or a well-raised pet.

After all, according to the calculation of time, this kind of imprisonment has lasted for more than three years.

Anping came to this world more than three years ago. To be precise, his current body is called Jimo Diaoqi, and he is an ordinary inner disciple of the Canghai Sect.If he hadn't suddenly shown obvious abnormalities, he would never have been noticed by the upper echelons of the Canghai faction.

——He suddenly began to pay attention to and inquire about the information of the three masters of Jimo, and showed a surprising knowledge of some private and even lost historical anecdotes inside and outside the school.

After discussing with several elders of the Canghai Sect, they sent a disciple to him, and it was not too difficult to get rid of the truth.

This disciple is the most low-key one among the three masters of Jimo, Jimo Youhu.

A fox in Jimo said that today's carved lacquer in Jimo is already an "extraterrestrial soul" who has seized his home or returned his soul from a dead body.He obtained part of the information about their era from a book.

Those astonishing news touched the root of the Canghai faction and even the entire cultivation world. The restless elders quickly decided to conduct a comprehensive "soul search" for this soul from another world.

——So they pried out almost all the memory of this soul named Anping, and used this to get rid of the magic cultivator Jimo Dugu lurking in the pie.An imminent catastrophe was silently erased, leaving behind a waste who after "searching for the soul" was often delirious, insane and insane due to sequelae, and had no chance of cultivating Taoism in this life.

At this time, Jimo Youhu stood up and asked for a reward for this man whose real name was Anping.

Everyone has no objection.

Youhu is a patient hunter. He knew that he wanted Anping, and he began to test, contact and understand him; but he also knew that he couldn't keep him, because the young man's eyes were on the so-called "protagonist" from the very beginning. With the "villain", without paying any attention to people outside the "story".

...In this case, let me destroy you; then place it in the cage I built, and make you something that cannot live without me.

Youhu put chains on Anping's limbs, sealed off his senses, and left him alone in the darkness.Since then, his touch has become the only consolation, and his presence is the only moment he can feel.

Youhu was stingy with giving him these things. Only when Anping struggled and writhed on the bed alone, desperately trying to gain a little sense of existence, but his sanity was still fading away in the endless darkness and silence, that person would come back here and touch him. skin, with gentle or strong movements, to free him from the darkness.

So gradually, Anping's eyes became sensitive to light, his ears became unfamiliar with all sounds, and his throat began to lose the ability to produce normal sounds, but his skin remembered and had a strong feeling for the fox's touch; his The ear can only recognize the tones associated with the other party, whether it is a soothing inquiry response, or sometimes sticky and unspeakable subtle voices.

He became the beast he raised, and he could no longer leave in the cage made for him alone.

"You're so stupid," the body without fabric didn't even need to untie it, Youhu just removed the chains that got in the way, and then covered himself up, "The so-called "male protagonist" bitter goblet, or the "villain" Dugu, how can it be so good? Their size is due to the internal strength they have cultivated, but that kind of scale is no longer comparable to the dual cultivation of human beings—anyone who thinks about this will die more miserable than the other."

"Ah..." The young man below looked at him, and instinctively made a meaningless vague tone.

Youhu laughed, "Because the size is too large, the nerve distribution is sparse, and it becomes very insensitive—this is the reason why they are 'always interrupted'. If you have such a problem, you can only use some heresy as an excuse."

Anping was shaken, then groaned a few times as if crying, subconsciously wanted to grab something, but curled up without strength.

"It's so cute." Youhu kissed his foggy eyes, but the gap between the movements was too big, it was almost like two people, "Hey, come closer to me... yes, do you like it?"

Anping opened his eyes wide, and in the black pupils, there were emotions that did not know pain or indulgence.

And the only person he can touch, the only voice he can get, whether he is forced or willing, has bound his soul forever and exiled him in a cage that sees no light:

"Regardless of reality or dream, you can only be mine—you can only remember my name."

"Do you understand?