The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

4.12

    This night has been very long, maybe not just one night, but several nights.

Su Yang has completely lost the concept of time, only remembering that he fell into a deep sleep again and again, and was awakened by Mo Yan's eager movements again and again in his sleep.

    Every time he opened his eyes, he could see Mo Yan's thin lips tightly pressed, and that normally dull face has been rendered by unknown emotions at this time, full of fearful power.

    Su Yang is no stranger to this kind of emotion, he has seen it on the faces of Zhao Feng and Jing Cheng, even in the earlier time and space. This is the palpitating possessiveness that belongs to this man alone, and is not tolerating others powerful coercive deterrence of infringement of ownership.

    Mo Yan noticed his gaze, leaned down and grabbed his lips, sucking and licking repeatedly, and ravaged the two cherry-colored lips to become red and swollen, but he still refused to let go.

    Su Yang didn't have the strength to respond. He was clamoring exhaustion all over his body. He had already lost the autonomy of this body. It took all his energy just to open his eyes.

    This Qiongqi seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and whispered in his ear: "Su Er, Su Er..."

    ——I am here.

    Su Yang responded in his heart, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost his consciousness. He could only feel Mo Yan rubbing against his neck, a gesture of seeking security.

    Such a powerful beast is emotionally like a naive, fragile and sensitive. It is clearly a self-contradictory attribute, but it is exceptionally harmonious in him.

    He had vowed not to hurt this stupid beast, but he broke his promise, even though the situation is not what he wanted.

    If this can make this stupid beast feel better, why not? He's the person he likes.

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    Unknowingly, two days have passed, Mo Yan finally found some sanity from the crazy sea of ​​desires, the boy in his arms lowered his eyelashes, his cheeks were almost transparent, as if he would dissipate in a blink of an eye.

    Mo Yan's heart shook, and he hurriedly picked up the magic formula to inject spiritual power into Su Yang's body, only to see a layer of pale golden light quickly covering this weak body, those ambiguous traces began to dissipate, and his frowned brows gradually loosened.

    Mo Yan hugged him in his arms, and the cool and soft touch made him let go of his strength.

    "Bai Ze often said that within the Three Realms, Human Race is the most cunning." He rubbed Su Yang's cheek with his chin, and whispered: "I didn't believe it before. Human Race is so fragile, but with a short life span of 100 years, how can they survive? After thousands of years of demons and gods, I only know that when I meet you, the human race is really the most cunning."

    He said: "The candle nine yin design I trespassed into the library and stole the heavenly stone, causing me to be taken. Sealing my eyes and falling into the infernal purgatory; the red dragon deceived me to take the heart of the earth. At that time, my cultivation base was sealed and almost burned to ashes by the fire, and fell into a state of immortality... But those deceptions were not enough for you to bring heartache."

    "Bai Ze said, that world has the most hurtful emotions, my world is clearly spiritual things, but also with emotions, this is the wrong child of the Soviet Union, the Soviet Union should be responsible for the children ...... "