Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Jiang Jingda's breath was a bit wrong, Heron frowned, and he couldn't help being forced back by his approach.

Until the footsteps were close to the wall, Jiang Jingda simply rushed him against the wall, leaving him unable to move, his breath burning and his ears burning.

"Where do you want to go? Leave me and find that man? Um? Is that man named Jiang Jiao? Does the baby like him ..."

His tone was rare impatience and nervousness, and his title became as intimate as the childhood Heron.

These weirdness made Heron a shock, his eyes narrowed slightly, wondering how Jiang Jingda knew so many things.

Thinking about anything wrong, he suddenly thought of what went wrong.

Recently, he hired an assistant in accordance with Jiang Jingda's intention, specifically to help him maintain his antiques, as well as take care of some of his daily life.

But now it seems that he may have been bought by Jiang Jingda, so his news will be so well-informed.

Moreover, looking at Jiang Jingda's expression when talking about the name Jiang Jiao, he must have investigated him.

"I won't go." Heron's eyes were dignified, and he shook his head while answering him, and immediately broke away from him while he was relaxed.

But his answer at this time had no effect on Jiang Jingda at all. How much trust he had in Herron in the past is now more questionable.

He shook his head and looked at Heron seriously. "You said you would never leave again."

At that moment, Jiang Jingda's breath became lost again, and his eyebrows spread like dark clouds, making his complexion dull and uncertain, stating definitely: "You lied to my brother."

Heron rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance, lowering his head and thinking about what he should explain, but a smudge of white appeared before his eyes, and breathing became difficult. It turned out that Jiang Jingda covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief.

A faint smell of ether came, Heron widened his eyes in surprise, wondering why he suddenly became so weak and dark before his eyes.

Catching the fallen body smoothly, Jiang Jingda shivered and caressed the eyebrows of the unconscious person, his brain calmed down, but the blood gradually began to boil.

Should he regret it? He asked himself, but the answer was no.

Even after he found his reason, he still wanted to do it, proving that he could not turn back on this road.

When he saw his brother lying so tenderly in his arms, his body even shuddered with excitement.

Jiang Jingda also had to admit that even though he said before that he could only let his brother be free to do what he wanted to do and live happily, how good he was that way of thinking.

He could only admit that he would also have a dark and dirty side, hoping that the angel in his heart would be torn off by him from the high air and pressed under him.

This idea has been buried in his heart, and at this time finally broke out and became a reality.

He kissed his cheeks, chin, chest, all the way down, and sighed contentedly.

If you want to blame, also blame Lang Lang is too cute.

Jiang Jingda has been holding him with fear and fear, but this person still does not belong to him. What can he do?

He is an ordinary man, not a ruthless saint. When he is selfish after all, he drags him down into the swamp like this, and he also feels that he has been stimulated to do nothing and has no way to retreat.

He was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself, and could only raise all his hopes beside him, the only one who was outside of him.

But, Lang Lang, will you save me?

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When Heron opened his eyes again, he immediately remembered his strangeness, how could he faint? What about Jiang Jingda?

His brows froze and he found out how bad he was now.

The tightly chained chains on his hands and feet, as well as the balcony that was completely closed and locked, and the re-installed doorway, proved that he had been restricted from freedom at this time.

Heron took a deep breath, fiddled with the lock on his hand, and found that there was no solution, and he couldn't help but freeze.

There was a "drop" outside the door, and the locked door opened automatically.

Jiang Jingda pulled down his fiddled hand and told him, "It can't be undone."

Heron simply gave up, leaning on the bedside and glancing at him, "So you locked it? Why, I want a reason."

Jiang Jingda faced his questioning eyes, and the secret thoughts in his heart were always difficult to talk to him. He sat beside Herang and rubbed his hands, which he tossed when he was unlocked by himself, and asked, "It is not good to stay with my brother ."

Heron ignored him and bluntly said, "Jiang Jingda, you are crazy."

He didn't call his brother, nor was he a familiar tone. Heron was in a bad mood and didn't want to pretend too much with him.

When Jiang Jingda, who was originally peaceful, heard this description, he showed a trace of struggling, and then an unknown smile appeared, stepping closer, with coercion that could not be ignored.

Heron's heart was tight, but there was no way back, he could only be pressed on the bed.

Jiang Jingda seemed to be drinking so that his eyes would be so confused, like a sticky animal, he darted and stunned on his cheek, and couldn't help but fell a fine kiss.

"What can the brother do? Lang Lang has grown up, can you think about it?"

Jiang Jingda always showed his affection for him. Even if he had been locked up, he still restrained his urge to possess him in a crazy and rude manner.

"My brother may not understand your hobbies like Jiang Jiao, but my brother will try to get closer to your world ..."

After learning about Jiang Jiao's existence, he tasted what jealousy was, and his liver and gallbladder were tangled, making people feel sour and gritted.

In the days when he couldn't see Langlang, that man had countless opportunities to get close to his baby, so how could he not hate.

"No. As an older brother, you are already very good. Miss Meng is the one you need to approach." Heron shook his head slightly.

Still in such a distant attitude, and even involving outsiders, Jiang Jingda closed her eyes fiercely and shook her head vigorously. Lang Lang still didn't understand, or pretended not to know it.

"Lang Lang said he liked his brother the most--" Did he forget it?

This sentence has long been his obsession, but now, the party has an attitude of acting out of sight, as if a person who is not trustworthy, has already left behind what he said, leaving him alone. Even if this sentence tortured him so much that he couldn't stop it, he would never give up on this feeling.

"People can change." Heron didn't want to answer more, just don't overdo it, just keep your eyes closed.

"Why?" Jiang Jingda touched his cheek, and asked impassively, why did he become so strange? Obviously he is just a young adult, but why can he always see the vicissitudes and ruthlessness in his eyebrows? gas?

Even if he can smile at himself, he always can't figure out his mood. What is he thinking?

The look on Jiang Jingda's face changed and changed, and when Heron couldn't notice it, his eyes were dark.

He got up, handed him the cup on the bed, asked him if he needed food, everything was so natural, and Heron took a sip of water.

But looking at Jiang Jingda's sudden hot eyes, Heron could not help but have a bad hunch and immediately waited.

The body also rises in strange sensations, especially in the lower abdomen.

"What did you drink for me?" Heron frowned, twisting uncomfortably, pulling the quilt to completely cover his exposed posture.

Jiang Jingda's breathing was very quick. He pulled the chain on the bedside, dragged Heron out, controlled it, pulled the quilt he pulled, and calmed his mouth, "Be nice, open."

His movements were as strong as the opposite of gentle words. Her powerful hands made Heron helpless and pulled him directly from the cover of the quilt. He ripped off his messy clothes and let him as fast as possible. Exposed to the fundus.

Jiang Jingda's eyes were straight, and he held the chain in his hand, completely controlled him, and pulled him close to his side, playing with everything.

Herron was treated like this for the first time, only feeling like he was being humiliated with reluctance, and his voice was shaking slightly, threatening: "I will hate you."

Jiang Jingda's action of unbuttoning his shirt was a mess. At present, it is impossible for him to stop there. Moreover, as things have grown to this day, he has no choice but to continue obsessed and stubborn.

He ripped off all his shirts, buried his head, and sighed: "At least you will remember me."

Herron's reason had long since collapsed because of drugs. Even though he clenched his teeth and restrained himself from rushing towards Jiang Jingda, his body had already reacted strongly. Under Jiang Jingda's deliberate stir and attack, soon he could only Lost helmet and armor.

...

When the thinking gradually overcame the remaining effects of the drug, Heron slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling without knowing what he was thinking. As long as he moved a little, the body felt a strong feeling of tiredness and pain, and he had to give up the struggle.

Jiang Jingda was taking a short break. Even though he had been holding on to him for a while, he still refused to let go.

Seeing that He Lang had woke up with clear eyes, Jiang Jingda's eyes were full of tenderness, and asked him if they had any discomfort for the first time. Recalling the madness just now, his body was still hot, and Yu Yun was pouring in.

Heron lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and whispered as if complaining. "Brother, it hurts me to hurt."

After tossing him over, Jiang Jingda couldn't help feeling guilty, and looked at his wrist nervously, and it turned out to be a red mark on the chain, which was especially noticeable on the fair skin. After kissing, he immediately untied him.

Anyway, even without the lock on his body, he couldn't get out of this room.

Freed of movement, Heron was relieved.

Seeing that he was not the same as the angry and indifferent people at the beginning, Jiang Jingda flashed a joy in his heart and asked if he would hate his brother.

Heron's cheeks were reddish, buried in his arms, and shaking his head, he shouted, "Since this has happened ..."

Has the combination of the two changed his mind? This idea made Jiang Jingda's heart warm, breathing heavily, pressing him in his arms and kissing.

Heron may be shy and didn't move, but he didn't refuse. Finally, he looked up at him looking forward to him, like an insecure child, and asked, "Is my brother staying with me tonight to sleep?"

Jiang Jingda was so desperate to make such a request, and tried his best to control himself from being stunned by joy, and kissed his lips again.

His Langlang would certainly be lonely in the house alone, and he would accompany him well.

When the night was quiet, Heron had dealt with the energetic man, and while he was asleep, he found a small roll of clear plastic in the drawer of his desk.

Today, he saw Jiang Jingda using his fingerprints when he entered the doorway, and Meng Lun had previously used transparent plastic to avoid school activities.

Heron held his breath, carefully used a few pieces of transparent glue, and completely collected his fingerprints. He waited for the opportunity when he went to work the next day.

Looking at the man who slept sweetly beside him, he was just indifferent.

He said that he was never a prey, and that Jiang Jingda was like a hunter. He tried every means to hunt him and put him in a cage.

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