Cultivating Master In City

"Well, can you let go of my groaning shoulder?" Zhou Yi gently shook his body and Zheng Zhuo came out of Meitong's clutches.

Meitong looked at Zhou Yi a little distracted and repeated the sentence just now: "it's impossible. How can you do it?"

"Did you lie to me?" Meitong grabbed Zhou Yi's throat and her eyes were full of murderous spirit.

Zhou Yi was still smiling, pointed to Meitong's throat and said hard, "does your throat hurt?"

Meitong angrily releases Zhou Yi and touches her throat. It hurts vaguely. It's the feeling of pinching Zhou Yi just now.

"Boss, you're too covered! Even Meitong has your way. It seems that I've made the right choice to follow you." Wuneng came to flatter Zhou Yi and sprinkled a handful of salt on Meitong's angry and helpless wound.

"Asshole, come on, what's going on?"

"Hey, well, don't say if you don't give up?" Zhou Yi moved his shoulder and rubbed his sore throat just pinched by Meitong. "Cough, cough, speechless, this arm is also painful and his throat is also painful?"

Meitong said coldly, "say! Don't say..."

"Don't tell me what? Do you still want to torture me? OK. Let me help you." Zhou Yi said, squatting down, picked up a magic stone from the ground, smashed it at his knee, immediately formed a knee jump reflex, and kicked his front leg out.

Meitong kicked out her right leg and calf, which was embarrassing. Zhou Yi ordered several times on the meridians and acupoints on his right leg. Meitong's right leg was numb for a while, and he even paralyzed half of his body.

"How? If you kill me, you won't survive and hurt me? You'll hurt me too. How, can you be my beautiful girl's big servant girl willingly?" Zhou Yi said while hitting his leg with a stone. "Now it's only twice as painful. What if it's twice or triple?"

Meitong feels that her calf is getting more and more painful. Of course, she is not really hurt, but the pain is real. She stared at Zhou Yi angrily and saw Zhou Yi smashing his leg into a stone like a chopping block. She really wanted to kill Zhou Yi with one claw, but she knew that she could not live if she killed each other.

"Say, what's going on? How can you control me with the concentric life wheel?"

Seeing Meitong's stubborn and murderous eyes, Zhou Yi couldn't help sighing and said, "you really don't die until you reach the Yellow River, and you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. Well, are you willing to admit defeat? Willing to admit defeat. When my servant girl has not much time, one year is enough, I'll tell you."

"OK. Go ahead."

"So, so happy? Well, come and rub my shoulders. It hurts too much just now. I need to be gentle."

Meitong hates it, but she can't figure out how she could be such a human smelly boy with cultivation status? She walked behind Zhou Yi. In Wuneng's stunned gaze, two slender jade hands pressed on Zhou Yi's shoulders and really began to massage.

"This time, you can say it at last."

"Of course." although Meitong's massage technique may be the worst in history, and it's hard and cold, Zhou Yi is very happy with this spiritual pleasure.

Zhou Yi's finger snapped and a bronze wine lamp popped out. He pointed to the decaying tool spirit red poisonous tooth fierce snake emerging from the wine lamp and said, "didn't you get a bite from it? The problem is with it."

"It?" Meitong said disdainfully. "This little snake can hurt me. Even if it can hurt me, it can't be a concentric life wheel. It's the suppression of the superior's blood, unless it's really higher than me? Even so, it's a spirit. How can it be?"

"I said, elder sister, did you have any intention when you bet with me to fight three fists? Didn't I spit out a mouthful of blood essence when I used them? Do you remember?"

"Remember, what's the matter? Do you mean there's something fishy in your blood essence? Is your blood higher than our noble dragon family?" Meitong sneered and proudly raised her head.

"Well, things in the world are hard to say," said Zhou Yi, squeezing out a drop of blood on his fingertips. The bright red blood beads rolled on his fingertips, showing a kind of crystal color.

Meitong stopped smiling. Her eyes fixed on the drop of blood. Her tongue stretched out and licked it unconsciously at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue is a forked dragon tongue, which is so incompatible with the appearance of her human beauty.

"The blood of the real dragon! Are you the human descendant of the real dragon?"

"Hey, hey! You are knowledgeable. So, as my servant girl, you will never wronged you." Zhou Yi said complacently, crossing his legs. He was very proud. He has always had a way to deal with the powerful and arrogant dragon clan, because his own blood is largely suppressing the vast majority of the members of the dragon clan with strict hierarchy.

"Can I identify it?"

"Of course."

Meitong's tongue was as flexible as lightning, sucked the drop of blood on Zhou Yi's finger tip into his mouth, then closed his eyes and meditated slightly. When he opened his eyes again, he showed an incredible expression: "real dragon's blood! I haven't seen human beings with real dragon's blood for many years. Who are you?"

"It's just a little golden elixir. What's the matter? Do you have a problem?"

"No, I'm just happy and curious." Meitong's face really showed a very happy expression, even that kind of ecstatic expression. Zhou Yi could hear her suppressed giggling, but her breathing was inevitably much heavier when she was laughing, and the breath hit Zhou Yi's neck, which was very cold and uncomfortable, I soon felt a little stiff in the back of my neck.

"Please, elder sister, just massage. Why do you blow? My neck is freezing."

Meitong stuck out her tongue and said cleverly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now. I took the dragon breath so that I won't hurt you. By the way, what should I call you? Your master, young master or boss?"

"Hey, why are you so gentle to me all of a sudden? Why are you so respectful to me? Your eyes betrayed you. Are you making a ghost idea?" Zhou Yi looked back and saw the blurred brilliance flashing in the golden vertical pupil of Meitong, and a bad premonition hit his heart.

There is a saying that is good, so that nothing is courteous, either rape or theft. The Yinlong servant girl was forced to accept by Zhou Yi. How can she change her attitude? What the hell is this for?

Zhou Yi wants to understand that if Meitong really turns his face against herself regardless of her dignity as a dragon, even if she has planted the hegemonic magic seed of Tongxin life wheel, it will hurt both sides at the same time. Unless Zhou Yi really has the abnormal mind of self abuse and self mutilation, she will be able to torture herself and the other side at the same time.

Tongxin life wheel is a double-edged sword. It is not used well, but it will hurt yourself. Since Zhou Yi has made a plan before gambling, of course, he has his intention. Obviously, the plan was implemented and exceeded my expectations. Suddenly, Meitong's attitude changed greatly, which made Zhou Yi more confident. Therefore, he didn't care too much about why Meitong's attitude changed so quickly.

"What do you call me? It's a question. Well, call me brother Zhou. Because my last name is Zhou Yi."

Not only Meitong's attitude has changed, but also her massage techniques have been greatly improved. Knock, cut, pull, knead, pinch, the action is really astringent, and the mastery of strength is not very ideal, but it is really very attentive. In particular, the pair of milk puffs were tightly attached to Zhou Yi's back. Zhou Yi almost groaned comfortably because of the softness and amazing elasticity he felt.

Zhou Yi can only say silently in his heart, "calm down, there is a female Tyrannosaurus Rex behind. It's not a real beautiful skeleton. We have to give it to Xiaoya for the first time."

Meitong's hands slipped slowly from her shoulders to Zhou Yi's two well-developed chest muscles in front of her chest. She kneaded her two fingers gently and felt Zhou Yi's bulge. Then Meitong giggled.

"Brother Zhou, do you feel very comfortable? Do you think I'm very feminine?"

"It's pretty good. From the appearance, you are really a very woman, but once you get angry, you know you're not a woman at all, but a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"Don't you humans have a saying? It's called beating is kissing, scolding is love. I think we don't know each other without fighting."

Why does Zhou Yi feel that Meitong's words are full of ambiguous feelings? In particular, Meitong's red lips have been pushed near his ears. Gently exhale, there is a strange sweet taste, which is involved in Zhou Yi's nostrils.

I don't know why, Zhou Yi gradually felt his body agitated. He had an impulse to turn around and push the female Tyrannosaurus Rex with a protruding and warped figure behind him to the ground!

While Zhou Yi was enjoying the gentle and considerate massage of Meitong, the decadent sound was ringing in his heart, and the breath of the surrounding space suddenly changed.

Zhou Yi, who is enjoying the massage with his eyes closed, opens his eyes. At the same time, Meitong behind him also glances around with cold eyes.

The cold is ice, the hot is fire, the roaring is wind, and the earth is shocked at your feet. The four prophets came together.