It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

In the quiet depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a blushing heartbeat of intercourse. Wen Ai was trapped under him by Gu Shuye for three days and three nights before finally escaping from the sea of ​​desire that he would never fill. At this time, Wen Ai was wet all over, like a survivor who finally swam ashore, exhausted and limp in Gu Shuye's arms, so tired that he could barely breathe.

Gu Shuye put on a coat casually, his sturdy body was covered with a layer of sweat, and the well-defined wheat-colored muscles were shiny, like a **** and vigorous beast. He was full of expression and hugged Wen Ai and kissed softly: "Baby, baby, you are so sweet."

The two sat face to face, still maintaining the riding posture. Wen Ai couldn't open his eyelids anymore, closed his eyes and said aggrieved: "I won't worship you anymore, let alone agree with me. I will regret it."

Gu Shuye knew that he had tossed this Baoer too hard, but when he remembered that his eyes were red because of his love, he pleaded with tears and crying helplessly, so Gu Shuye lowered his abdomen. I feel tight, I haven't done enough.

"It's late." Gu Shuye helped him wipe off the **** splashed on his face, staring affectionately at that delicate face, "You are also mine before you go to bed. From the first moment you meet, you are doomed to escape. ."

Wen Ai was so sleepy that he faintly dealt with him: "I was only how old then...you are worried about...sexy..."

"I really don't know." Gu Shuye himself felt unbelievable, "Obviously it's just a tiny baby, but when you stumbled into my arms, I feel that my whole life is complete, and I want to hold you again. Don't let go."

Wen Ai was half-dreaming and half-awake, smiled contentedly, and was so happy that he stretched out his hand and fumbled around on his face: "Love at first sight...hehe...I knew..."

Gu Shuye caught him by the hand and kissed him. He was so well-behaved with the corners of his mouth curled up. Gu Shuye shook his mind for a while and pinched his milky body: "Since he was a child, he was tender and tender. People want to swallow them in one bite. These years are growing and their bodies are growing. How come they look more like glutinous rice **** than when they were young?"

Wen Xiaotangyuan made no answer, curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

"One thing is different from when I was a child." Gu Shuye muttered to herself, touching Wen Ai's slightly convex belly, and pressing it lightly, a large stream of turbidity gushed out between Wen Ai's buttocks. Gu Shuye's voice was full of passion, "I used to be without stuffing, but now I'm filled with it..."

Wen Ai, who was in deep sleep, didn't know that he was almost dragged by Gu Shuye to **** the corpse. Fortunately, Gu Shuye still had some conscience left. He waved his hand to help him clean up, hugged him and left.

The depths of the sea of ​​consciousness return to tranquility. Inside the empty stone house, the soft couch is messy, and the scattered night pearls are still stained with unidentified mucus, which is extremely lascivious.

Wen Ai has regretted his intestines recently. He knew that Gu Shuye could not easily cross the defensive line. As long as he started his head, he wouldn't want to sleep peacefully. Since the troubled relationship in the stone cave, Gu Shu has been pestering him for double cultivation every day. Although his cultivation level is indeed soaring, everything must have a degree. It is like now, when the door is closed, it is a day and a night. Wait for him. Suffocatingly crawling out to breathe some fresh air, before the smell of fishy smell all over his body has cleared away, Gu Shuye dragged him into the dark sleeping hall again, and evenly taught him to cultivate hard.

Wen Ai stared at the top of the bed that was swaying without tears, thinking that this person was clearly trying to show off animal desires through his cultivation.

After a month, Wen Ai felt like vomiting when he saw cucumber and eggplant. Seeing Gu Shuye put his hand on his belt, he immediately started shaking reflexively. However, after Gu Shuye's hard work, Wen Ai quickly soared from the Qi refining period, easily built the foundation, and then quickly formed the pill, the infant, and even the thunder robbery was in bed. The realm that ordinary people can only reach for hundreds of years, he condensed and completed it in just one month. Although it is inseparable from Gu Shuye's cultivation base, it is enough to show how frantic he is. What's more, the people at the top and bottom of the magic palace are watching, and they may not decide how to arrange their **** affairs in private.

Wen Ai was too ashamed. He always wanted to kick Gu Shuye out of bed, but Gu Shuye was proud of it. He caught him by the leg and turned him over. When he stood up and entered, he slapped his buttocks: " You can advance all the way by pursing your ass. How many people can't ask for a good thing? I take care of you, and you are not happy with me."

Wen Ai knelt on the bed, pressing his backhand on Gu Shuye's lower abdomen and trying to push him away. He almost cried out: "Anyway, I didn't ask, whoever asks you to fix it!"

"Tsk." Gu Shuye hit hard, "Say it again?"

Wen Ai burst into tears on the spot, tears pattering down: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... who beg you to fix it with him... you bully... ..."

He cried and twitched, and he shrank somewhere in his body. Gu Shuye was so refreshed that his scalp was numb, and he was intoxicated: "My little brother only recognizes your ass, no one else is going to use it. ."

Wen Ai cried pitifully. Gu Shuye leaned over and kissed him on the face. He breathed heavily and said, "Be good, don't be awkward with me about this. I **** you for your good. You are only in the primordial infant stage now, I have to **** you into a god, fit, Mahayana..."

He badly blew into Wen Ai's ear: "Fuck to Feisheng, **** to the fairy world."

"Don't say it." Wen Ai covered his ears, almost imagining Gu Shuye's evil expression at this time, and said helplessly, "My body has been defiled by you, so don't **** my spirit again. "

Gu Shuye was amused by him, swallowed the nasty words in his mouth, and concentrated on tainting his body.

Wen Ai was standing on the sword, his robe was blown by the wind to hunt and hunt. When Langluo was finally too small to see, he realized that he had really escaped. In fact, he had run before, but Gu Shuye looked at him too closely, and soon found out that he was gone. Once he was caught, he would not come to bed for three days.

This time Wen Ai was a little smarter, and when Gu Shuye had just released it and was relaxed, he cast an illusion on him. Originally, Wen Ai didn't hold much hope. After all, his illusion was still taught by Gu Shuye, and he hadn't been a teacher yet. Who knew that Gu Shuye was actually hit by him when he used it.

Wen Ai kept looking back, repeatedly confirming that no one was coming, excited and a little nervous at the same time. In the past, when he ran away, Gu Shuye only regarded it as fun, but this time it was different. Gu Shuye would be very angry when he woke up.

There was still a faint pain in the ass, Wen Ai changed his mind and got angry. Gu Shuye should have learned something, otherwise he wouldn't take it seriously how he resisted. This time, he managed to escape from birth. If Gu Shuye couldn't get rid of the stinking virtue of poking and poking all the time, he would never go back! Too bad!

After passing through the 72 seas, Wen Ai landed on the shore, found an inn nearby, and sat in the room for a long time, not knowing where to go for a while, thought for a while, and finally took out the sound transmission note to contact Fu Qingfei.

"Yuanxiao?" Fu Qingfei was surprised. He didn't expect that after a few months of absence, Xiaoshishu Xiaocai would drive the sound transmission talisman.

Wen Ai fiddled with the teacup and asked, "Where are you now? Are you still practicing?"

"I went back to Qingzong. I just came back a few days ago." Fu Qingfei replied and began to ask the teacher, "You are ashamed to contact me, but I suddenly left without saying goodbye, but I was so anxious to death. I sent a message that you were with him."

"The situation was urgent at that time..." Wen Ai paused, "Stop talking about this, have you been out of school recently?"

"No." Fu Qingfei said, "Why, Gu Shu and Gu Ye are not enough to accompany you. You want to pull me up?"

"Huh?" Wen Ai was confused, "big brother is not with me or us."

Fu Qingfei said: "But after the real Chang Zhao returned to the clan, he went down the mountain. He said he was traveling. Everyone guessed that he was looking for you."

Wen Ai's eyes lit up: "Master is back?"

Fu Qingfei: "I've been back for half a month, and now I'm dealing with the clan affairs alone, and my face is gloomy every day. The disciples in the sword pavilion are complaining. You must never come back, or bring Gu Shu back."

Wen Ai said in his heart, how could he not reply? Now that two strands of Gu Shuye's spiritual knowledge have left the sect, and there is a master sitting in the sword pavilion, he does not believe that Gu Shuye can easily drag him back.

At this time, the radio around his waist began to rang, and Wen Ai was suddenly terrified, and his forehead was sweaty.

The bell quivered at high speed, ring after ring. It has been ringing countless times along the way, and the ringing has become more and more rapid. Wen Ai could feel Gu Shuye's vigorous anger over a hundred thousand miles away. With a guilty conscience, he picked up the bell and threw it into the storage bag. Set off.

Wen Ai rushed back to Shangqingzong non-stop, for fear that he would be caught by Gu Shuye if he was too slow. He only remembered a question when he saw the guardian formation from a distance. How would he explain his cultivation?

Master, I slept with brother, he **** my cultivation base?

Wen Ai had a headache holding his small head, but before he was in pain for long, countless flashing dark clouds passed over his head and drifted in the direction of the sword pavilion. Not long after, the entire sword pavilion was covered by the black cloud that suppressed the top.

This scene is particularly familiar-it is Thunder Tribulation!

Wen Ai had never seen such a big thunder calamity before. He was so far away that he could feel the coercion vented by the rolling thunderclouds. It was a nine-nine-day calamity.

Looking at the entire Shang Qing sect, the closest to ascendance is the Long Zhao real person, but the master only broke through the Mahayana ten years ago, why is he about to ascend so soon?

Wen Ai didn't have time to think about it, and went back with the fastest sword.

The entire sword pavilion was enchanted by the real Changzhao, and the disciples with low cultivation bases were all sent away, and the rest of the crowd only dared to step on the sword to look far away.

Wen Ai circled the enchantment, flustered and unsure of what to do. The Nine-Nine Tribulation is no trivial matter. Once the Tribulation fails, the death will disappear, and the soul will even be injured in serious cases, and there is no chance of a resumption.

"Xiao'er." The long-photographer at the top of the mountain spotted him, and his majestic voice came from afar, "Don't do stupid things. Get out quickly. You can handle it for the teacher."

Wen Ai also knew that he could not stay for a long time. Jie Lei would cut it off at any time. He thought about it and threw all the treasures he found when escaping from the Lang Luo Palace to the sky, forming a bright band of light on the top of the mountain, hoping that they could help Master to block Go partly hurt.

As soon as Wen Ai retreated to a safe area, the thunder robbery started. After a thrilling movement, the dark clouds dissipated, revealing the clear sky, a beam of golden light pouring down from the sky, accompanied by a melodious curling sound, welcoming the long photos of flying into a fairy Real people.

"A pig!" The system called out suddenly, "I feel Best's energy, it's in that golden light."

Wen Ai immediately empowered, yes, the ultimate of this illusion is becoming a fairy. If you want to break the formation, you must first fly.

"Master..." Wen Ai looked at the long-photographed real person slowly rising in the sky, his vision was a bit blurred.

Long Zhaozheng seemed to have a reaction. He lowered his head and looked at him, his kind eyes fell on him, and he suddenly stopped and looked at him inquisitively twice.

The immortal's eyesight penetrates everything, and the devilish energy in the Wen'ai Dantian can't be hidden. The Long Zhao real person sighed: "Xiao'er, you will be able to do it yourself in the future."

Above the Jiange mountainside, only the pavilion master and direct disciples can enter and exit. Now, here is Wen Ai alone, empty and excessively quiet.

Wen Ai just meditated when he was fine, but unfortunately people sat at home, and disaster came from the sky. On this day, the elders broke into the sword pavilion and took blood from his fingertips without any explanation and dripped it into a white jade plate.

"It's dark! It's dark!" An elder cried, pointing at the white jade plate, "It's really devilish!"

"No wonder the cultivation base has risen so fast! It turned out to be a wicked way!"

In the contemptuous eyes of everyone, Wen Ai looked dumbfounded.

The leading yellow-clothed elder said: "Everyone has heard what Brother Changzhao said when he soared. You have always been slow in your cultivation. It's really strange to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage after only a few months. Now the jade plate is black, and all the truth is white. You, as the sword pavilion personally pass it on, but you have cultivated a magical skill, and someone came and took him to the Broken Bone Prison!"

Several disciples came up to wrap Wen Ai's hands and feet with mysterious iron chains, and Wen Ai struggled and said, "I haven't harmed anyone. Why are you shutting me down! What about Elder Fudong? You let him make a decision!"

The larger the sect, the more places where dirt and dirt are hidden, not to mention the cruel competition in the Shang Qing sect. Those who can climb up are not soft-hearted people, but Wen Ai is protected too well and has never seen these dirty.

Now that the position of suzerain is vacant, the proud disciple of the long-photographed real person is wandering out again, and there is only one Wen Ai, and of course the unruly person takes him. Elder Fudong and others who have always supported Jiange have either been taken away or imprisoned in the Broken Bone Prison.

A rebellion has quietly eroded the entire sect.

Those fierce disciples dragged Wen Ai to leave. Wen Ai struggled to touch the bell on his waist, and finally touched his empty hand. Only then did he remember that wireless led was thrown into his storage bag.

When other disciples in Jiange saw that Junior Uncle was bullied, they drew their swords. Seeing that the fierce battle was about to start, one of the disciples stumbled over and shouted in panic, "Elder! The big thing is not good!"

Elder Huang Yi said sharply: "Say!"

"The Demon Army is pressing on the realm! The Floating Palace is here!"