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3.25 Yin and Yang Twins

Hypocritical Yin and Yang: Training Brother (Page 1/3)

Xu Weiran's power was completely destroyed overnight.

Xiao Qingze, on the other hand, was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage and had a long life.

When the man left, his steps were weak and his tone was cold and low, but he did not show any sign of dejection.

"Now that your power has been restored, I will send you away tomorrow."

It was as if he was driving him away.

The romantic embrace that was exchanged for the rare compromise was like yesterday's morning mist, which disappeared in an instant. The immortal stood still, and his handsome and cold face was actually dazed for a moment. After

years of practice, he entered the Nascent Soul stage, but he did not feel any joy.

His heart was terribly empty.

...

In the courtyard, the housekeeper added a little black tea to the young master who was resting on the recliner. It is strange that even after being imprisoned for so long, the food and clothing supply of the eldest young master of the Xu family has not been neglected at all.

The light between the trees flickered, flashing across the man's trembling eyelashes. His handsome eyebrows frowned, and his eyes slowly opened, as dark as night.

"How long have I slept?"

"Master, about half an hour."

Xu Weiran stood up: "...Has anyone come?"

"Ziye...Master came." Perhaps he didn't know how to address him, the housekeeper hesitated before finishing, "But he went back."

"...Ask him to come over."

A few minutes later, the housekeeper was seen leading people over.

Qin Ziye walked very slowly, and it was still a bit strenuous. The redness on his dark handsome face could not be concealed. He barely kept up with the housekeeper's pace. His two straight long legs seemed to be unable to close together and slightly apart.

"...Come here" Xu Weiran waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to leave, and then spoke to the young man who dared to be angry but not speak.

His back was stiff for a few seconds, and sweat slid down from behind. Qin Ziye was reluctant but had to approach.

The man sat up, his hand supporting his chin: "Take off your pants, isn't it uncomfortable?"

In broad daylight, without any cover. The young man looked at the person who seemed to be just discussing the weather in anger, and the person blinked very slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a deep cold pressure in his eyes.

"Do you want to try to disobey again?" The other party's tone did not change, but Qin Ziye subconsciously felt a chill on his back.

The calmer this person spoke, the more terrible the consequences.

Stiff fingers touched the waistband and slowly pulled it down. The warm and tight skin on the buttocks shrank involuntarily when it came into contact with the outside air. A black leather belt of unknown material was wrapped around the strong waist, and it went down, one slid into the crotch, and the other forked in the front and intersected at the bottom.

The two forked ropes were interlaced and tied in the middle, tightly wrapping the front end, even with a sense of oppression.

Xu Weiran looked at the erect penis in the chastity belt, and then looked at Qin Ziye's gnashing teeth.