Being Watered Day and Night by Big Shots (NP / Part 1)

Cultivation 6: Breasts swell and spray milk

Cultivation 6: Breasts swell and spray milk, actively push big breasts to the senior brother, begging for sucking breasts [Senior brother opens the back hole, penis pierces violently]

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Yuzhen Peak rises high into the clouds, and the mountain is shrouded in mist, making it seem like a fairyland.

The Golden Crow hides behind the white clouds, the sky looks like the sea, and when you look up, you can often see cranes flying by.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. A handsome young man did not fly in the air. He walked quickly into the main hall of Yuzhen Peak. He walked so fast that a small breeze was created as he walked.

When Gu Nian arrived, Qing Lan was already sitting in front of the low bank of the Huanghuali tree waiting for him.

With a head of silky silver hair falling down, Qinglan sat upright, like a tall and straight pine tree.

"Master." Gu Nian bowed his head and performed the disciple's salute.

"Yeah." Qinglan responded lightly, closed the half-read book in his hand and put it aside.

Gu Nian was not moved by Qinglan's cold attitude at all. He sat down next to Qinglan with a smile, rummaged through the storage mustard seeds, and took out a book on practicing martial arts.

"Master, I would like to ask you a few questions." Gu Nian said as he leaned forward half of his body and turned over the place where he had circled the notes with a brush to show Qinglan.

He and Qinglan were very close, and the fresh bamboo scent on him and the simple and pure sandalwood scent on Qinglan were intertwined.

People who practice Taoism have always had sharp five senses. Qinglan curled up the slender fingers of his right hand with a little discomfort, but did not avoid it.

"Master, I still have some doubts about the third level of this spell. It seems to be related to..." Gu Nian had just said half of his words when he suddenly froze.

Because he saw Qinglan raised his bony hand and stretched it towards his face. At the moment when it was about to touch his face, the white fingers slid down again and gently picked away the peach petals that fell on his shirt.

When Qinglan withdrew his hand, his fingertips accidentally slid across Gu Nian's fair neck.

Qinglan's hands were very cold, like a small piece of ice. But Gu Nian felt inexplicably hot. He absentmindedly put down the book, picked up the cup beside him, and drank two gulps.

Qing Lan looked at Gu Nian with a pair of clear and cold narrow eyes. He frowned slightly, seeming a little confused, not understanding why his little disciple was like this.

Gu Nian calmed his heartbeat and asked the question again.

"This technique is extremely empty and quiet. To practice this level, one should abandon distracting thoughts and keep a clear mind." Qinglan's pale thin lips opened and closed slightly, his eyes looking at Gu Nian quietly.

Gu Nian was not looking at Qing Lan, he was looking at Qing Lan's hair. When Qing Lan sat down, the silver hair hung down on the mat, and part of it was blown by the wind and fell to Gu Nian's knees.

He was originally a small salted fish in the world of cultivation who relied on his little talent to lie down and do whatever he wanted. The reason why he came to ask Qinglan for advice on the skills was just to increase his chances of contact with Qinglan. In fact, his mind had long been wandering in the sky.