Single Dog Ending System

"Yes, I know."

As soon as Qin Lang's words came out, Lang Qianxing's face turned even paler and his whole body trembled. In addition to Bai, it seems to be still very painful. The blue veins on his forehead burst out, and his face is clearly pale, but the blood inside is red.

If Qin Lang still can't react to what is wrong with Lang Qianxing, then he is blind.

"Qianxing?" Qin Lang shouted cautiously.

"Master, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..." Lang Qianxing suddenly covered his heart, half kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain. His eyes were like Ayin beasts, red and **** in an instant. There is not the slightest bit of the usual cunning and gentleness in it, and it is all brutal and bloody.

Qin Lang was startled, the kitten-like beast still rubbed against Lang Qianxing affectionately, and the sound was not soft, it sounded very terrifying in the empty cave under the abyss where the wind was whistling.

Qin Lang went to help him, but Lang Qianxing was hot all over, as if he was on fire, he was a little flustered and asked the system, "Why is this happening?"

The system knew that he was nervous, and quickly replied to him: "It's okay, the blood is revived, a man, you have to experience it. You will be born with patience."

Qin Lang: "..." Don't be skinny.

"I look distressed, can you help him slow down? Do you have any other props?"

The system said irresponsibly: "Aren't you Shui Linggen? Let him cool down and turn his body into a big ice cube or something. Wouldn't it be comfortable for your husband to hug him??"

Qin Lang didn't know if the system was joking.

The system said again: "It's probably useful, but it doesn't matter if you don't care, it's just a little painful, and you can't hang up."

Qin Lang looked at the fine sweat on Lang Qianxing's forehead. He first tried to pass on the cold spiritual energy to Lang Qianxing. He could see that his frowning brows loosened a little. As he let go, Wrinkled tightly again. On his protruding blood vessels, he could vaguely see something beating, and it looked like his blood was boiling and rolling.

Qin Lang was so distressed that he basically didn't feel the pain, but his husband was different. As he undressed, he let the system turn on his pain shield. The system hummed, and then was blocked.

The system originally thought that the protagonist's demon bloodline would revive and then enter the protagonist's rampant stage.

However, after two or three days, what he saw was still a mosaic of white flowers, and he finally realized what a perfect XX condition he had found for the host. He didn't even think about why the host took off his clothes. He thought it was a kind of healing like Yu X's Heart Sutra in the TV series, but...hey, he was still too young.

Qin Lang used his spiritual power to lower the temperature of his whole body a lot. He also stripped off Lang Qianxing's clothes that had been soaked in sweat and hugged him.

When the skin is close to each other, the aura of oneself is transported into Lang Qianxing's body in a gentle form.

With the cool touch, Lang Qianxing didn't want to leave Qin Lang, what he touched was the smooth and delicate skin before, he still vaguely knew who was holding him, and whose back he was touching, so he More and more in love with it.

With his head confused, Lang Qianxing could only instinctively get close to the ice cube that could relieve his pain. The tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell a cold fragrance. He rubbed his hot face against the cold skin, feeling too comfortable. He couldn't help but put his lips on it and slowly rolled over it.

Qin Lang let him kiss and touch, and the two of them sat on the boulder, naked, with their limbs intertwined, and their posture was very indescribable.

Of course, Qin Lang mainly wanted to make his husband less painful at the moment. When his husband woke up, he pretended to be too tired and slept next to him, and then he wore nothing but a piece of clothing. He didn't believe his husband. I woke up and didn't want to do anything.

However, the more he kissed, the more lingering he became, and he had already kissed his lips along the way. It is estimated that he has received too many kisses. As soon as Lang Qianxing came over, Qin Lang habitually opened his lips slightly and welcomed him into the city with confidence.

The anxious Ayin beast under the boulder listened to the ambiguous sound of water, scratched his paws, and looked at Qin Lang, who was entangled with his master, with anger, but unfortunately it couldn't get up, and was enchanted by this hateful man. It couldn't stop him from interrupting the master's demonization.

Qin Lang glared at it fiercely. Lang Qianxing was fine originally, but it was this little monster that had a problem when he encountered him. Knowing that the golden finger was so painful, he would not bring his husband down.

Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing parted their lips and threatened the little monster in a low voice: "Don't think I didn't know it was your good deeds, go out to guard the door, and come in again and I'll let your master chop your dick."

"...!!" The little monster's eyes widened.嘤嘤嘤, Master, wake up, look at this man Xiu, he is so scary!

"Don't go out yet!" Qin Lang glared again, and Cang Shuang slashed directly into the ground where Ayin Beast was scratching its claws, almost chopping off its claws.

Ah Yin Beast hurriedly clipped his tail to protect an important part of himself, and Hui Buliuqiu ran out of the cave to guard the door.

As soon as it ran out, Qin Lang was pressed on the hard stone surface and he took off his pants neatly. Then someone did not do any preparation work at all, and went straight to the topic.

Huh, it's fortunate that the little monsters who haven't developed yet have not seen their harmonious life, otherwise Qin Lang would simply feel that he was teaching bad children, which was very sinful. After all, the spirit beasts and beasts here are all intelligent, and they are equivalent to children.

"Master... Master..."

The movement of the person on the body was unusually rough, and the heavy breathing was still hot. Qin Lang hugged his sturdy arms, his face seemed both painful and joyful, his originally cold brows and eyes were also dyed a peach color, his red lips were slightly open, and his voice overflowed, which was very seductive.

Qin Lang knew that he was delirious, and he couldn't care less about him. At the same time, he was also fortunate that he had opened the shield in advance, otherwise he would probably have been stabbed to death by now.

But with pain shielding, it's just...cough, it's very indescribable.

Lang Qianxing had that kind of nasty dream again. Since he had a good impression of the master, he often had this kind of dream, which is not surprising. However, this time, Lang Qianxing's feeling was very real. He clearly remembered that the teacher had red eyes under him, looked at him harassingly, and looked pitifully sobbing. I remember that the master seemed to be unable to bear it, and softly called him "Qianxing".

So when Lang Qianxing half-opened his eyes and looked at the sight of the white flowers in front of him, he thought he was in a dream. In a dream, he didn't care so much. He lifted Qin Lang's messy long hair, pulled it into his hand and kissed it, and his palm also wandered unscrupulously over the man in front of him.

But the ice muscles under his hands were like jade, and the slightly cold temperature made Lang Qianxing wake up quickly.

The appearance of his half-open, half-squinted face changed instantly. I saw blue and purple on the snow-white skin in front of me, either bite marks or fingerprints, which can be said to be shocking.

Lang Qianxing froze completely, and the kneading hand placed on Qin Lang's waist also stopped, not knowing whether to withdraw it or continue to put it on Qin Lang's waist. Then all the senses returned, and he could clearly feel that he had buried the object in Qin Lang's body. Qin Lang was lying on his side with his back to him. He raised his head slightly, and from his angle, he could see a pale Qin Lang frowning.

He... what did he do? !

The two of them were only covered with a layer of light blue robes, but he was a little afraid to lift the thin clothing to check.

"Well..." The people around him didn't sleep well, he fluttered his eyelashes and was about to open his eyes.

With a slightly weak voice, Lang Qianxing's body became even more rigid, not so much that he didn't dare to move, it was better that he didn't know what to do. It wasn't a dream, he actually gave the master to...

Qin Lang opened his eyes quickly, obviously his state was not very good, he was not sober at all when he just woke up, but was extremely tired.

Lang Qianxing felt that the soft body in his arms became stiff in an instant. He also held his breath unconsciously at this moment, his pupils shrank slightly-he didn't know if the master was also nervous, so a certain part Reflexively tightened, and at this clip, he responded honestly.

Qin Lang's face was a little distorted. He didn't look back at Lang Qianxing, but Lang Qianxing saw the red ears, the whole ears were red, and even tended to spread from the neck.

"You go out..." The very simple three words seem to have cost the person in his arms a lot of courage, or shame, and even the pale face turned red.

Qin Lang swallowed his saliva and stepped back carefully. It seems to be daylight outside the cave and the light is better. He lowered his head, the shoulders of the two propped up the gap, and Lang Qianxing glanced at the situation of the person in his arms from under the robe.

Bloodshots were mixed with turbid liquid, a mess.

Lang Qianxing's tone trembled: "Master... I, I..."

Qin Lang pursed his lips and interrupted him: "I know, you are Lang Qianxing, you are just confused for a while, you don't have to blame yourself, it's fine for your teacher."

Lang Qianxing: "I want to be responsible for you."

"..." Sao Nian, you did a great job.

Qin Lang had to turn his head to look at him, but he didn't see the decision on his face, "I actually defiled the pure body of the master, I am really a beast, I can only apologize with death". In addition to a little distressed is a vague expectation.

Lang Qianxing's hand that was still on Qin Lang's waist was retracted again, and turned to Qin Lang's back waist, rubbing his sore waist, not too skilled.

Lang Qianxing still had some guilt on his face and felt distressed, but more often, it was common cunning. He said, "Master, why did you take off your clothes at that time? Master, are you deliberately tempting Qianxing again? ?"