Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

In the room, I spent a night of chaos, pain, and excitement. The sky gradually became clear, and Wen Jing was on the bed, and the body was still shaking gently. Jun Yanzhi’s forehead itself was against his neck, and his voice was a little low and hoarse: “What did you eat for me last night?”

The two people's bodies are closely connected and the medicine is not repelled.

Wenjing trembled and trembled, and did not dare to lose his temper, bowed his head and said: "Nothing for you to eat, you are drunk."

In the heart of Jun Yan, the extreme of depression, but unable to control the movement of the body, holding his waist and said: "Cold? We change position."

Wen Jing red eyes, lying on his side, some holding the quilt without security. Not long after, a pair of slender arms glared at him from behind and smashed two people into the quilt.

"I was scared of you last night?" The voice took a breather, and it seemed to be a distressing embarrassment.

"No..." Wen Jing grabbed the hand of his waist and screamed, with a hint of crying. "Slow down, brother slowly."

Jun Yanzhi heard him crying, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his blood creaked like a fire, and the medicine rushed to his head, and his senses were not so clear. He frowned and tried to increase it uncontrollably: "What the **** is going on..."

Wen Jing resisted not sobbing, but tears could not help but slide down. Last night, Jun Yanzhi was bullied and violent. He couldn’t help but cry. He hoped that he would pity the jade, but he did not expect the change of Jun Yan to be intensified.

"The younger brother..." The consciousness of Jun Yanzhi was a little confused. The snake skin on his body flickered and flicked, and Wen Jing turned over and pressed his lips.

Wen Jing glared at his neck, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

When two people start to wash and wear clothes, it is after an hour.

The body was sore and sore as to spread out, the body was blue and purple, but it was just treated by Jun Yan, and the pain gradually disappeared. Wen Jing licked the wet hair after bathing, and looked at the man who was standing under the bed and dressed.

He still wore a plain green shirt, and the hair on both sides was combed behind his head, and he tied it with a light blue hair band of the same color as the gown, and fell to the waist.

How to look, it is like a fairy.

Wen Jing’s eyes are sour, and the brothers and sisters can really be seen from afar and can’t play, but they have to pay a heavy price.

Just how his face is a bit ugly? Although it was Wenjing’s medicine last night, I finally made a profit or Jun Yanzhi... What is he not happy about?

Jun Yanzhi put the clothes on his back and sat down and said softly: "What did you eat for me last night?"

Wen Jing slowly dressed and pushed it all out: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The face of Jun Yanzhi is the same, and the ear of the Wenjing belt is stroking in the hand, slowly saying: "I hit the body of the demon body and can resist the poison. If the medicine is too strong, it will still hurt you. ""

Wen Jing wants to cry without tears. Such an important thing, never how to mention it!

He looked at Jun Yanzhi and said in a light way: "Senior brother, what happened to you over the past year? I have not been very embarrassed to ask, if you dislike me, I am not interested in the appearance, or I am not interested in the intercourse, we can also Sleep separately."

It doesn't matter if you don't mention this matter. When you mention it, the face of Jun Yanzhi is faintly revealing. The tour seems to lie to him to practice the law, not to go to the house, not to want to read, so that he has been desperately suppressing for more than a year, not dare to step beyond the pool. Originally, he was dubious, but when it was related to Wen Jing, he took care of 120,000 points, and he believed that he had something to believe. The current injury is only one of them. In the future, Wen Jing will always practice swords in the Xianxian Tower. Is it difficult to be burned into a look like a sword?

Last night, when he and Wen Jing were in the house, they were really angry. I was afraid that more than a year of hard work would be destroyed. When I was lucky this morning, I found out that it was a nonsense. This sour **** just doesn't want him to be better!

Jun Yanzhi quickly smiled: "You want more brothers, how can I not want to be with you?"

Wen Jing slowly opened his hand: "Really? I have a bit of cold in the past few days."

Jun Yan’s twilight moves, glaring at him: “Last night, last night is not already...”

Wen Jing looked at him coldly and coldly: "I was wronged last night."

Jun Yanzhi hastened his eyes: "Hey..."

He looked down at Wen Jing's hand and whispered: "Teacher, I have something to look at you, and I will tell you now. I was practicing a technique a few days ago. It is said to cure you." Burns, only temporarily can not go to the house."

Wen Jing Emei: "Is there such a technique?"

In the hands of Jun Yanzhi, there was a hint of blue light, which was slowly pushed over by Wen Jing’s injured hand. Wen Jing looked down and saw nothing on the surface, but felt that it was slightly itchy under the scar.

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said: "This technique can generate new muscles, but unfortunately the fire is not enough. Wait a few more months, maybe you can restore your appearance."

Wen Jing suddenly did not know what to say: "... Thank you brother."

The eyes of the two men were right, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Wen Jing smelled the scent of his vegetation, and gradually remembered the bitterness that the two had spent at Hui Shifeng, and the corner of his mouth could not help but reveal a smile.

"The brothers have endured hard work."

"Not hard..." Jun Yan said: "It’s just that the tour is really abhorrent. I lied to me that when I practice this technique, I can’t go to the house, and say...”

"Say what?"

"...I said that my qualifications are low, and I may not be able to practice them in ten or eight years. I am worried that telling you that you can restore your appearance and then let you down, this is not going to be mentioned to you."

Wen Jing: "........."

He knows that there is not much oil and vinegar in this passage, but he thinks that he wants to put him to death several times, and he can't help but feel a little bit sad: "He is a narrow-minded person, and the brothers don't care about him."

Jun Yanzhi sighed softly, and there was a little bit of tears in the middle of the battle: "I don't express words very well, but if it is for you, let me go to the fire and send my life." But this tour seems to be insidious, I have to endure this year. I have worked hard, and I have tried hard to suppress it. I almost thought I couldn’t do it..."

Wen Jing: "........."

Who said he can't! This is pure nonsense!

Jun Yan slowly put Wen Jing on the bed, gently rubbing and sucking on his neck: "It's better to continue in the room on the wedding day. I was groggy last night and didn't pay attention to it..."

Wen Jing was seduce by him, and I don’t know when the clothes were taken off half. Suddenly, he remembered the horror of crying and crying and being forced into bed last night. A burst of fear went straight to his head and immediately pushed him: "Brother, I am resting in Yurong Peak this month. These things will be discussed later."

"Hmm?" Jun Yanzhi clenched his teeth.

"Senior brother... You took over the post of Hong Xiufengfeng. When you go to supervise the practice of the disciples in the peak, you should not slack off." Wen Jing lowered his head and coughed, and picked up his gown and quickly ran to the door.

·

Five or six days later, the Qingxu Jianzong is legendary in the door.

"Is it heard? The lord immediately moved to Yu Rongfeng after his wedding, and Jun Yanzhi was alone."

"Ah? Quarrel?"

"Oh... the lord’s devotion, I’m afraid that Jun Yan’s look is also... I can’t start...”

"What do you mean? Isn't the lord not the one above?"

"Liu Yu Mo has inadvertently said that the Sovereign has always been with Jun Yan's side when he was a child. He can't find the North. He is clear and clear between the words. In fact, Jun Yanzhi is only pampered to the Sovereign. In the past, there was no other feelings. Now it is ruined. I am afraid that it is distressed and responsible. I only regard him as a younger brother."

"But the lord is against the monarch..."

"The lord can't wait to marry Hengyang Palace earlier. What do you say?"

"So, it’s a bit pitiful to have a monarch."

"He likes men and women and doesn't know, but it is really entangled by our sovereigns."

Wen Jing naturally heard some rumors, but he never cares about it, and he has no control at all. They said that it was true. When he was a child, he was wandering around with Jun Yan. The capital of Jun Yan has been married to him, and the wood has become a boat. What else can be embarrassed. After a while, he was not so scared, and of course he would go back to live with him.

He is now the first to repair the mountain river without being shocked, and then repairing the evil spirits. In addition, he also intends to redistribute the disciples of the swordsmen. Like the university, the peaks of the different roots of the roots and the late monks of the foundations are taught in the Qing Dynasty Hall, and the roots are similar or interested. The disciple signed up. It is only this kind of new policy that is bound to have resistance, and it will have unexpected drawbacks. As for whether it is effective in implementation, it is another matter.

On this day, the heart of the wall and Liu Yan went down the mountain, and when they came back, they brought a book to Wen Jing.

Wen Jing did not know what they meant. When they opened it, they saw the first page:

"Xi Zong main angered Hengyang Palace, Yun Shaoyi forbearance for ten years."

The book is not printed in a delicate way, and the paper is rough, which is a vulgar reading that is circulated among the shops. After reading it for a while, Wen Jing knew that the book was not completely written. He put the seat very rudely into a treacherous person with a slap in the face and a knife in his smile. Jun Yanzhi became a beautiful white lotus flower with great grace and grievances. In the lines between the words, the dislike of the Qingxu Jianzong is revealed, and the monarchy is unfair.

Read it again, and write that when the Qingxu Jianzong merged with Hengyang Palace, Wenjing was said to be an unspeakable person who was anxious, ugly, and coveted by Jun Yan, claiming that "the two generations of Jianzong The Sovereign is not able to be a monarch." Wenjing was more and more read, and some of them were too big, and the books were combined.

Liu Yan said: "This book sells very well in several towns. Do you want to check what is behind you?"

Wen Jingdao: "This book has only one-sided words, and it will not become a climate. If you carefully examine it, take the person out and severely discipline it, but it seems that we have no energy - let them go."

After sending away Liu Yumo and others, Wen Jing took a moment in the room and couldn’t help but feel depressed. He looked down for a moment, and whether or not he was late at night, he went to the residence of Hong Xiufeng.

The book of Jun Yan painted in the house, only to feel that the door was lightly opened, and there was already a black shadow around him. There was a burst of excitement in his heart, but he did not reveal any points. He calmly said: "Is there something tonight to come to me?"

While talking, while quietly putting the **** on the table into a ball, put them in the sleeves.

Wen Jing did not pay attention to what he was painting. He seemed to have a good time sitting down on the bed and didn't know how to open it. Could it be that he was affected by a vulgar thing in the room?

"What are you painting?" Wen Jing asked with a smile.

"……It's nothing."

"Is it your normal life?"

Jun Yanzhi smiled slightly: "Okay."

Wen Jing came to the interest: "Brother, you have painted so many things over the past few years, let's watch together tonight."

Jun Yanzhi smiled and pulled out a few blue books on the desk: "This year I was at Hengyang Palace. I spent all the pictures of the previous years in the free time. We have raised the turtle together, met again, and took a seat. Let's think of a lot of things going forward, and one piece will be filled up..."

Wen Jing bowed his head and pointed at the big turtle, and smiled and said: "When you steal it and eat it, it can't react. It's this expression, crying, and feeling very awkward..."

He pointed at a picture and smiled: "Is this your heart and the heart of the wall? He is a bit owed."

"He was owing more."

Wen Jing smiled for a while, suddenly looking at the monarchy, not speaking or moving.

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "What happened to you?"

Wen Jing smiled and bowed, and continued to turn over the blue book: "Nothing, suddenly understood something."

It turns out that it is enough to be able to know each other and to know each other. Everything else is small and no longer important. What is important in this world, what is not important is actually so clear, but sometimes it is not clear, it blinds the true heart, and is troubled.

Wen Jing bowed his head and said, "I am sleeping here tonight."

"Okay." Jun Yanzhi smiled and held him, gently sticking his lips and hugged his waist.

"Brother, you are in my heart, always the most elegant and unconventional person, and the most gentle..." Wen Jing whispered intermittently, his face was ruddy.

"Well..." A bunch of paper in the sleeves of Tsingyi fell gently to the ground.

The paper is slightly open, and it is faintly visible that a giant scorpion is wrapped around a silky, non-hanging young man, twisted and overlapped, and closely connected, which is the most unsatisfactory scene last night.

"Brother, what are you painting before I come?"

"...nothing, draw you and my future." Jun Yanzhi whispered.

"Is it?" Wen Jing breathed away from the outer shirt of Jun Yan. "Our future... in the fairy world?"

Jun Yanzhi pulled his clothes off and bowed his head down: "...you said it is good, it is indeed in the fairyland."

·

"The seventh generation of the patriarch Wenjing, in charge of the Qing dynasty swordsman 890 years, after the refining of the virtual and the red fengfengfeng main monarch Yan Qi into the upper spirit world, the future does not know. There are 1,100 disciples in the heyday, the number Although there are few, there are 600 centuries of disciples, 23 tribes of Jindan, and 4 monks of Yuan Ying, the most of the bamboo style. Although the Wenzong master has contributed to Jianzong, he is greeted by Jun Yan. The matter is highly criticized. The descendants of the disciples should take the lead and not be addicted to men."

——Excerpted from the eighth chapter of Qingxu Jianzong·Yuan Ying Elder·He Ling·Quotations. 2k novel reading network