Lord of End of World

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Leaving Gong Xiangyi's room, Song Haoran felt a lot at ease. He has accepted everything in the last days. In the face of suffering, hunger and death can face it calmly. When he sees such a luxurious residence, the ghost makes him worse. He thinks of two poems - Zhumen wine smells bad, and the road has frozen bones.

"Mom, I don't know what Gong Xiangyi thinks all day long in his mind!" His face was black and black, and he cursed.

"Song Brother, what's wrong? Where does Gong Xiangyi get you?" Gong Lizhen pulled his palm and asked him.

"Li Wei, do you think Gong Xiangyi's room is beautiful? Do you want it?" Song Haoran felt that this was a great opportunity to educate the youngsters. After a little indulging, he whispered.

"I don't like it." Gong Lizhen shook his head without thinking, and firmly said, "If you care too much about material enjoyment, people will sink into it and become unsuccessful. They will kill themselves sooner or later. Now it is the end of the world, the crisis, our The first priority is to become stronger, so that you can protect yourself and protect the people around you. Brother Song, don't envy her, and when I improve my strength, I can help you with whatever you want."

When the words fell, he broke away Song Haoran’s hand and comfortably patted Song Haoran’s shoulder. Although he was a master of the underground palace since he was a child, he has always lived an ascetic life. In this way, he has the superior strength. Therefore, he is very clear about what is necessary in life and what is dispensable.

Song Haoran was dumb, and his face was a little bit sullen. He looked back at the serious teenager. He couldn’t figure out how he had wanted to give the boy a political education class. However, the feeling in my heart is not only ridiculous, but more of a desire to break through his chest.

The dark and deep lock of the juvenile white enamel exquisite face, Song Haoran slammed the frantic heartbeat, and the voice was hoarse, so it was a playful opening. "I don't envy her. After that, Song Da Ge can live a good life. "While that is the case, the heart that he encouraged is screaming, and he wants to bring the best of the world to the juvenile, and let him take it."

He wants the teenager to live in a magnificent room, and wants the teenager to eat rare and delicious food, and wants the teenager to be happy every day. Suddenly, he was not so disgusted with Gong Xiangyi's extravagance. As long as he has the ability, he also wants the teenager to live that life.

"Package on me!" Gong Li's eyebrows bent, patted his slightly thin chest. After a few more years, he will be able to protect all the people around him.

Song Haoran laughed, his eyes shining with a strong and firm brilliance, holding the juvenile's hand tightly, and reluctant to let go.

The two men went for a while, and they were about to return to their houses. What Gong Lizhen thought of, stopped his footsteps and said, "I have almost forgotten, and Gong Xiangyi said that he is wrong. Gong is not relying on mental strength. The mobilization is mobilized by the self-operating rules of the meridians. Go, go to your room, I will teach you. Big Brother Lin is not here, I will teach him next time."

Song Haoran did not hesitate and doubt, and returned to the room with Gong Lijun.

Looking at a room other than a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair, Gong Lijun nodded with satisfaction, took off his shoes, sat down on the bed of Song Haoran, and waved to him. Big Brother, take off your clothes."

Song Haoran is preparing to sit next to the juvenile and hear that the body is stiff for a moment, hesitating, "why."

"I will tell you about which meridians are stored in your body's abilities, and which are released by a few big holes." Explained, he reached out and licked Song Haoran's t-shirt.

"I come by myself." Separating the young, long-haired fingers of the teenager, Song Haoran's eyebrows and lips are a little uncomfortable. Although they are all of the same sex, they can think of the teenager's sight moving in the upper reaches of his body, and he feels that his body is hot.

Depressing the feeling of mysterious heart, he took off his black shirt on his upper body, revealing his upper body with muscle knots.

Gong Lizhen looked as usual, pointing to the big points in his body, and gently pulling the meridians connecting these large points with the fingertips, seriously, one word and one sentence to explain the rules of the meridian operation. His expression was focused, and he didn't realize that it was a matter of how much he wanted to look at the fingertips.

At first, Song Haoran could still listen to two sentences carefully, and he could barely suppress the body temperature that was getting hotter, but when the teenager described the meridians of the upper body, he straightened his belt, took off his pants, and pointed his fingertips at him. When the semi-soft and semi-hard bulge was gone, he finally couldn't stand it. He grasped the hand that the young boy loved and hated.

"This is the sacred way, it is the connection between you and the body." The unfinished words were blocked by Song Haoran's rude action. Gong Lizhen looked at him with confusing eyes, but he saw his red face and his forehead The temple is a drum and a drum, and the expression is very ugly.

"Song Brother, what's wrong with you?" He turned his head and looked ignorant.

Song Haoran gritted his teeth, and he couldn't speak for a while. The inside was secretly anxious. He wanted to press down the gradually rising head. Under the gaze of the teenager's attention, not only was there no weakness, but it became harder and harder.

"Damn!" Song Haoran cursed and wanted to get up and avoid. He did not dare to let the teenager see his ugly state. From the day he saw the perfect body of the boy in the clubhouse, he seemed to have some kind of curse. From time to time, he always remembered and even reminisced, even if he missed himself in countless times, he could not forget.

"Song Big Brother, you wait." Seeing that he quickly swelled and opened his underwear in a big tent, Gong Li stunned and pulled Song Haoran’s hand who was about to get out of bed.

"Song brother is moved." He blinked and pointed out the truth.

Song Haoran did not dare to look at the expression of the boy, his heart was ashamed, he was trying to open the hand of the boy, but the action was frozen because of his next words.

"I will help you, you will be fine." Gong Lizhen with concern and comfort, seriously advised. In the last life, whenever he moved but didn't want to pay, he always soothed him, and his experience made it. He didn't even think about using Song Haoran.

Song Haoran was awkward, a look that was thundered. The young, gentle, and gentle handkerchief slipped into his trousers, gently gripping the place, and his fingertips scratched the top of the congestion and swelling.

"Hey!" The violent current was spread throughout the body. Song Haoran looked up and licked, and the forehead slipped a drop of sweat and fell on his bronzed, muscular chest.

Seeing that his movements were effective, Gong Lizhen directly pulled off his trousers and let the sly behemoth be completely liberated. At the same time, the movements on his hands did not stop, and the rhythm up and down.

"Damn! Li Wei, let me stop!" Song Haoran took a layer of fine sweat, making his bronze-colored body look like a layer of tar, sexy. He whispered, trying to reach out to stop the movements of the boy, but the ghosts made the boy fall down, pressed tightly under his body, and his low head was close to the delicate face of the boy, and his nose was intertwined.

The room heated up quickly, as if the air was burning.

Song Haoran frowned, sharp eagle eyes staring at the face of the teenager, with a look of forbearance and pain on his face. He wants to stop, but his body is involuntarily swaying in the palm of his hand. He wants to open his mouth and prevent the teenager from continuing to play with the fire, but the thin lips are slightly open, but the overflowing is the most refreshing. He can't do anything, he can only look at the people under him, and the fiery line of sight contains boundless cravings.

“Comfortable?” Gong Lijun smiled slightly and asked in a low voice. The clear eyes of the water did not have a hint of love and color.

Song Haoran's body is stiff, and he wants to swallow the juvenile into the abdomen. The enthusiasm is like a bowl of cold water pouring down, and the slamming sound is quickly extinguished. He stopped all the movements, squatting on the boy, buried his head in the warm neck of the boy, and gasping heavily.

He wants to look at it, he does not want to explore, but why is it clear, he is very clear. If Li Wei’s eyes are dyed with the same hot color, he may have eaten him without hesitation! But Li Wei does not. If he continues, it is an insult to Li Wei. He is so **** for a close-knit person and a terrible desire for a minor child!

Song Haoran, what magic is you wearing! ? Wake up! Repeatedly entangled in his heart, he did not dare to look up to see the expression of the person under him.

"Song Brother, how can you still be soft before you get rid of it? Is it sick?" Gong Lizhen was forced to hold down by Song Haoran, holding his weak place in his hand, worried about the inquiry.

I'm sick? Who is it? Song Haoran suddenly looked up, and the young man in the forehead and twitching eagerly looked at it, and his heart felt very weak. Li Wei is still a child. Although he has matured a lot recently, he is still a child and knows nothing! At this moment, Song Haoran clearly recognized this point, and could not tell the loss.

Maybe I should stay away from him or simply find a woman. Although this thought in my heart, the feeling of more heavy loss immediately fell on my heart, and all his struggles became futile. Leaving the boy, only a little thought of him will be heartbroken, life is better than death, where is the mind to find a woman? In this world, Li Zhizhi's meaning to him is something that no one can replace! He wants to stay with Li Wei until the end of his life.

Thinking of this, a thunder thundered over Song Haoran’s mind and made him stay on the spot.

Perceived his sudden stiffness, Gong Lijun slightly lifted his upper body and was about to ask, but he heard the footsteps of Lin Wenbo who gradually approached the door.

"Song Big Brother, take care of it, Lin Big Brother is coming." Pushing Song Haoran's hard chest, he whispered.

"Hmm? Good." Song Haoran recovered from the shock, and looked at the young man under his eyes, trying to hold his blushing lips and letting him suck. When he hangs his head, he is afraid to scare him. Let him alienate himself, and finally he can only retreat to the next, devout, precious and heavy kiss in his mouth.

"Li Wei, grow up soon! Song big brother waits for you for two years. Um?" Hiding the eyes to the strong love, he rubbed the young boy's delicate cheeks and whispered.

"Good!" thought that Song Haoran said that there was something about strengthening and enjoying before. He nodded and the answer was loud and brittle.

Although he knew that the teenager was still ignorant, his answer did not include the meaning he was expecting, but Song Haoran was still satisfied with his smile, stood up and quickly dressed.