Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Wen Jing withdrew the invisibility, and slammed his head to the residence, but could not help but blame the system and useless.

According to the progress of the original text, on the day when Dabi started, the disciples would go mad. At that time, a slap in the face, dozens of smashing at the same time, but did not expect hundreds of people on the stage, under the stage, lost their minds. The madness on the platform is to set the other side to death, blood flow everywhere, and in a short time, 20 or 30 lives are killed.

Now I can't find the devil, and this horror is only going to become a reality.

Suddenly, a small box popped out of the brain, squeaking as the screen disappeared.

"Host, just - toot - the system does its best to be on the devil - beep - placed a token 'ten' - toot - should be on the back of the devil. The system needs to be repaired for two months - Doodle - beep -"

Then, as if the last effort was exhausted, there was a black screen in the brain and nothing was reported.

Wen Jing took a moment and tried to call up the value of the character, but it was dead.

what is this?

The system tried its best to put a "ten" mark on the back of the devil, which sounded useful, but it was actually difficult. Do you want him to take off all the clothes that look like men between 20-30 years old and let him check them one by one?

Hengtianmen ice and snow, how can people be willing to take off their clothes?

He returned to his place of residence with the wind and the wind, and his heart was in the air, and the lights were bright and the voices were noisy. It seemed that something had just happened. Looking at it, the various peaks of the mountain are lit up with glare, and it seems that every place is in chaos.

Wenjing fell on the snow and grabbed a disciple of Hengtianmen and asked, "What happened?"

The disciple panicked: "Many disciples of the hospitality peak are mad at midnight, and they are stunned by people. They are about to be sent to the monk to rule!"

"What? It’s going crazy tonight? Jun brother?"

"The monk is in the room." The disciple said and directed two disciples. "Hurry up, this is the sixteenth, and go up to the monk!"

"Is anyone dead?"

"not yet!"

The promenade leading to the room is full of horizontal and vertical bodies, and the noisy people who are busy are noisy. Wen Jing crossed his body and finally returned to his room.

"Jun brother..."

The door was wide open, and a comatose disciple lay flat on the ground. Jun Yan’s shirt was sitting on his knees and turned around.

Wen Jing slightly lowered his heart.

The devil took action one step ahead and let the incident happen in the middle of the night, much better than the original. There is enchantment protection on the platform, and it is necessary for Jindan monks to tear the enchantment to save people. Moreover, the weapons are in the hands of the disciples, and it is inevitable that some people will die.

However, in the middle of the night, the disciples did not have weapons in their hands. When they were mad, they could wake up the people around them. Therefore, although some people were seriously injured, they did not hurt their lives.

Magic repair suddenly changed his intentions, not knowing what to do.

Jun Yan suddenly opened his eyes and provoked the little blood bag on the forehead of the disciple at a very fast speed. He said: "This is already good, please carry it down."

"Thank you!" The two disciples of Hengtianmen rushed in and carried the man out.

"Jun brother..."

Jun Yan’s head looked at him: “Where have you been?”

"Oh... I just couldn't sleep, and I went to practice the sword."

Jun Yanzhi bit his lip and suddenly lowered his head: "Teacher, if you have something, remember to tell me. Is it... go see it again..."

"No!" Wenjing scalp numb, and quickly denied.

"The water palace master also has an accident! Let go and let go!" Two young disciples on the promenade called and ran over, standing on the door and panting. "The monarch, the water palace of Shuiyue Palace also lost his mind, the head please The monk will go to save her first."

The disciples outside the door complained and did not dare, and looked at the two men with anger and whispered.

"The life of the palace is life, and the lives of the disciples are not life."

"I heard that several peaks have had an accident..."

Jun Yan quickly put on his clothes and looked at Wen Jing. If nothing happened, "I am busy for a few days, what are you going to do?"

"I will clean up here and go with you." Wen Jing picked up the belt on the bench and circled his waist from the back. He licked his long hair. "The hair is messy. Don't comb it?"

The hair roots came with a feeling of electricity. Jun Yan’s head glanced at him and left the door without a word.

Jun Yanzhi lived in the main hall of Siyangfeng for one month, cured more than 80 people, but more than ten people were unconscious. Wen Jing stayed with him all day long. Although he couldn't intervene, he sat not far away and watched like a puppy.

Finally, the last disciple was taken away, and Jun Yanzhi’s clothes stood up.

All the people stopped and looked at him intently.

Cui Ying respectfully said: "The monarch has worked hard. The head commanded that the monk should rest for one day, and then come to Siyangfeng the next day. The heads of the public want to thank the monk in person."

The look of Jun Yan is as light as Qing Shui: "Thank you."

Wen Jing quietly walked to his side, whispered: "Brother, let's go."

"Let's go." Jun Yanzhi smiled softly and patted him on the shoulder. "It has exhausted you in these few days."

Everyone's gaze fell on him.

Wen Jing red face, do not know whether it is a psychological effect, always feel that those eyes are mostly envious, jealous, people are somewhat floating. He quickly converges on the mind, looking at Jun Yanzhi.

The two returned to their homes without delay. It was already late at night. Jun Yanzhi took off his shirt and hung it aside, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently hanging his head.

"What happened to the brothers?" Wen Jing did not care and sat next to him. "The brothers have become the savior of the five major factions, and they should be happy."

Jun Yanzhi did not speak, but silently leaned on his shoulder.

"Brothers... Do you have a heart?" Wenjing hesitated, finally putting his sweaty palm on his shoulder and sighing.

"Teacher... Do you want to spend this life with me?" Jun Yanzhi whispered between Wenjing's neck, and the breath rushed up the neck, making people feel hot.

"Brother, you calm down." Wen Jing closed his eyes.

"Teacher, I know that you admire me more than love. I am against you..." Jun Yanzhi holds his face, in his ear, * "but there are some different feelings."

Wen Jing's body is stiff and trembling, and he is calm: "Brothers, we are the brothers and sisters."

The tip of the tongue came to the shoulder along the neck, and Jun Yan’s bite his clavicle: “...the brothers will not do this.”

"Brother, I am not worthy of you." Wen Jing whispered at a loss.

The outer shirt and the middle blouse were pulled apart, and a pair of shackled hands slid onto his chest, gently kneading the red beans on the chest. Wen Jing was crushed and fell on the bed, and the whole body was hot and could not speak.

"Teacher, I will wait until you are fifteen years old. If you don't resist tonight, I will continue." Jun Yanzhi kissed down the collarbone and came to Wenjing's waist and gently pulled tightly. Tie the belt.

Wen Jing made the final struggle with the remaining reason: "Brothers, we are all men. You still don't understand... It's a big deal for me to be with men."

The slender fingers plunged into the trousers, and they were not loosely held and slowly rubbed. Wen Jing issued a sullen scream like a small animal: "Brother, you..." You fouled!

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and said: "Teacher, you don't know, I have never believed in anyone in this life. You must not betray me, know you don't know?"

"Do not betray, never betray!" Wen Jing touched his head, wanting to cry without tears, "Brothers, you look up, dirty! --- ah!"

Jun Yan’s silently raised his head and wiped the white liquid on his sleeve with his sleeve: “...not too fast.”

Wen Jing squinted and sat half-faced: "........."

Jun Yan's untied blouse, the male body is well-proportioned and the body is under the candlelight, like the statue of ancient Greece. He held the jingjing into the quilt and blocked his lips tightly and seamlessly. The entangled tongue didn't know what to say, only the full desire.

"Teacher, you are the only person I want, do you know?" Jun Yanzhi pulled Wenjing's trousers down and gasped and whispered. "If you want to be with me, you must be with me." Together, I can’t escape without moving..."

"Brother, me, I am the first time." Wen Jinghong's face was opened by his legs, and it was closely attached to what was hot, and he couldn't help but hold his back tightly.

Jun Yanzhi gently kissed him: "Teacher, don't be afraid."

"Well, um."

The movement of Jun Yanzhi suddenly stopped and looked deep into the eyes of Wen Jing: "Teacher, I want to tell you my real name. Can you exist in your heart, don't tell others?"

I don't know what happened. Before the moment of integration with him, I suddenly had a desire to let him know the true self. Even if he can't let him know all, at least he can know him a little bit.

"Your real name?"

"I lost my parents when I was a child. I was adopted when I was ten years old. I only remembered my real name recently." Jun Yanzhi gently hugged him, his nose tipped his neck. "Do you want to know?"

"Well? Good." Wen Jing swallowed uncomfortably.

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and kissed him for a long time. At the moment when he pulled out his tongue, he said a word in Wenjing’s ear: "My name is called Chang Sun Shaoyi."

In the brain of Wen Jing, the "bang" was blown up, and the brain seemed to be broken into pieces, which made it difficult to return to God.

"Teacher?" Jun Yan looked at him with a fixed eye. He felt that the hard object attached to him softened at a very fast speed. He tried to ask, "Have you heard this name?"

Wen Jing slammed his head and tried to cover up some pale face: "I haven't heard it, suddenly I have a headache."

Some of the hesitations of Jun Yan, but finally got out of bed, back to him with a teacup to pour water.

Wen Jing panicked and looked at the smooth back of Jun Yan. A small "ten" stopped on the spine. Although it was not eye-catching, it was as glaring as an ugly scar. It was hard to ignore.

"Brother, I can't help but have a headache." Wen Jing squinted, and there was a tearing pain in his head.

Jun Yanzhi feeds him to drink water, puts on a middle coat, and gently touches his head: "I know, sleep."

"... um." Wen Jing turned over and closed his eyes.

Long Sun Shaoyi, the "Ten" word mark... These must be coincidence... 2k novel reading network