Li Cheng. The three came up to congratulate, Shen Jue took the wine, filled the wine cup, and the five drank each, and the old immortal and Xu Mingshi had to leave after drinking. Everyone knows that this pair of newcomers is not easy, and no one has the heart to disturb them.

Yimo saw the guest outside the door, and the old immortal said hesitantly: "Think about it again, if you change your mind, you will come with me in a year, how about it?"

Yimo knew his good intentions and nodded in agreement.

The old immortal knew that there was not much hope, but he was still relieved, smiled, and disappeared suddenly.

Xu Mingshi cupped his hands and said, "It's time for me to go too. I'll go play for another year. When my time is near, I'll see you again." Although he didn't say it clearly, he said goodbye. A Taoist priest who cannot become immortal will inevitably die in the end. **Mortal, there will always be such a thing.

Just as he was talking, Liu Yan came out of the back room, looked at Xu Mingshi and said, "You are so old."

Xu Mingshi snorted, looked at the young and smooth face of the other party, and said angrily: "You will also get old." After a bit of a pause, he pointed at Yimo: "No matter how old you are, you can't get old enough than your old monster!"

Liu Yan narrowed his eyes and said jokingly, "He's a monster, so what if he's old? You're a human, but you look like this, don't you know there's a word?"

"What?" Xu Mingshi foolishly jumped into the trap.

Liu Yan smiled and said, "You are a thief if you are old and don't die!"

Xu Mingshi was stunned, almost jumped up after the reaction, and shouted, "You are the thief, you are the thief!"

The appearance of that old child made everyone else laugh, Liu Yan also laughed, couldn't help but pushed him and said, "This temperament has not changed. It's getting late, my yard is small, and there is no place for you to live. , hurry down the mountain and find an inn to rest."

Xu Mingshi stopped jumping, stood up, "hehe" with a weird laugh, pointed at the tip of his nose and said, "You are so eager to drive me away, do you think I don't know?"

"What?" Liu Yan asked inexplicably.

Xu Mingshi said, "Don't you just want to have a bridal chamber?"

In the yard full of light and shadow, Liu Yan's ears suddenly turned red, and he reprimanded: "Nonsense!"

Xu Mingshi was still about to speak, but Shen Jue shouted, "Let's go quickly, do you want me to chase you?!" It was also considered to be a rounder for Liu Yan.

To say that Xu Mingshi was not afraid of anyone in these years, he was only afraid of angering Shen Jue. He was really ashamed and ruthless when he murdered his parents back then. In addition, more than two hundred years later, Shen Jue did not ask him to pay for his life, and he felt more and more guilty, so when Shen Jue was annoyed, he obeyed and left quickly.

The guests dispersed, the door was closed and only the family was left. When they returned to the room, Shen Jue looked at Liu Yan while the candle was flickering, and after a long time, Fang shouted, "Father."

This sound seemed to have a weeping sound, revealing a pitiful grievance, which made Liu Yan feel sad in an instant. The baby held in his arms two hundred years ago has become a tall and straight young man. In the middle, there were only thirteen years of the first life, but the second life did not even have ten years. He was absent for most of the young man's life in front of him.

"Little Treasure," Liu Yan whispered, "You have been wronged."

How can you not be aggrieved? The child who grew up in the palm of his hand was left behind when he was still young, and followed Yimo across the mountains and rivers, looking for something, but he didn't know him.

When the memory of the third generation came back, Liu Yan stroked the top of his hair, and there was only one sentence left: You have been wronged.

Yimo watched from the side, because he had experienced the whole incident and was one of the players, so he couldn't tell for a while who was wronged.

Maybe everyone is wronged. Or, no one is wronged.

Shen Jue raised her face, and burst into laughter: "I am willing, there is no grievance."

Willing, so suffering is not suffering. Grief is not grievance.

No matter how much blood and tears struggle, it can't be enough to say: I am willing.

Sweet as candy.

Liu Yan clenched the outstretched hand and held it tightly, staring sideways at the man beside him with a smile on his face.

"You taught him very well." Liu Yan said when he returned to the wedding room, feeling more and more reluctant in his heart, knowing that it took a lot of hard work to turn the cold-hearted snake demon into a qualified father. And these sufferings are all self-inflicted.

Even if he didn't say something, Yimo guessed most of it, took his hand, sat beside the bed and said, "Where did I teach him, he learned everything by himself."

"Learn what?" Liu Yan asked.

Yimo smiled, what is there to learn? No matter how much you teach him, it's just to remember. Only what you have learned can be engraved in your heart.

The first Shen Qingxuan, a rich and noble son, has an extremely strong temperament. During the thirteen years of his cunning and treacherousness, he was only used among businessmen. As long as he doesn't hurt his relatives, everything he does is a gentleman.

Ji Jiu, the second generation, was born with wealth, honor, and honor, with the family and the world in his heart, and he was loyal. The Iron Horse Glacier has fought for a lifetime, and will not be humiliated. It is also necessary to be strong to the extreme, never compromise when it should not bow, nor hesitate when it is time to compromise. Always be clear about right and wrong, live clearly, never be vague, and be decisive and capable.

In fact, the two human beings have the same nature: what should be protected, never abandon.

The first protects the family, the second protects the country. He never gave up. Therefore, Shen Jue, there is no need to teach anything, someone will do it for him, every word and deed, and do things for others.

Liu Yan took the red hijab, held it in his hand and smiled lowly, and said softly, "But it's not good, otherwise, I won't marry you in two lifetimes." With a flick of her wrist, Xipa covered Yimo's body. Face.

Yimo didn't move, and let the red pounce on him, shrouded in sternness in front of his eyes. He knew that he was sitting beside the bed at the moment, wearing a red hijab and looking like a bride, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Once this person wanted to marry, he didn't bother to marry him. On the one hand, his eyes were higher than the top, and on the other hand, he could never imagine what it would look like to marry someone.

Now that the bright red and joy are shrouded in front of him, he thinks that it is still too late. After all, it didn't live up to it completely.

The joy in my heart is like a small stone thrown into the bottom of the lake, and the water surface ripples in circles that gradually expand.

After three lives, he finally fulfilled his dream, the other party is happy, he is happy.

In the world outside Xipa, the person standing in front of him gradually turned red. It was as if was in a dream, but knew it was reality.

They got married.

Liu Yan pinched the underside of the hijab, his fingers trembling, and the red cloth twitched a corner under his hands.

Under the red handkerchief, the curve of the lower jaw first appeared, then the thin lips, then the nose, and finally a pair of unusually dark but gentle eyes. Elegant and restrained, peerless.

Liu Yan leaned over, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, raised his hand, and he covered the two of them with the red handkerchief.

The festive red became their world.

"I like you." Liu Yan said.

Yimo raised his hand and embraced him, and replied, "I like you too."

"The first life likes you, and the second life also likes you," Liu Yan blinked, tears rolled down, and said in a low voice, "I have always liked it."

Yimo gave a "hmm" and smiled. The disappointment and bitterness that were suppressed in the past have been sealed in my heart for a long time, as if they were turned into a jar of wine by time, just for today's unsealing.

The seal was opened, and those trials and pains had turned into a jar of sweet wine.

Under the Xipa, Liu Yan pressed his lips, and remained motionless for a long time, stagnant on it, as if recalling the previous temperature and breath, cool and soft.

Lips were pressed together, but Yimo didn't move.

On the night of the bridal chamber, the happy tent was put down, the two of them knelt and sat opposite each other in the tent, Liu extended his hand to undress for him, the black robe with wide sleeves fell to one side. Under Yimo's hands, the drapery girdle on his body was also scattered aside.

In the gap between undressing, the two suddenly raised their eyes, and their eyes met, Liu Yan's ears were red, but Yimo's eyes flickered. After watching for a moment, the two of them lowered their heads again, and pulled off the flanks of each other's trousers.

Finally naked, like two newborn babies.

Liu Yan did not move, but his face was slightly red, and his eyes stopped on his face, as if asking something. He didn't speak, but Yimo already understood, but he laughed, lay on the pillow, stretched out his hand and said to him, "Come."

Liu Yan took his hand, leaned over cautiously, leaned on him, first kissed his forehead, went all the way down, kissed his lips, and after tossing and separated for a while, then asked softly, "The last one Does it hurt...?"

Emer said, "It doesn't hurt."

Liu Yan didn't believe it, how could it not hurt. He clearly remembered how unwilling and wronged he opened his body, and how many tears he shed that night.

If Yimo doesn't hurt, it must be more painful.

As if to make amends, Liu Yan kissed him carefully, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, the tight kisses seemed to comfort him, and also seemed to tell him that I won't let you hurt anymore.

The kiss on his body slid over his body like a stream of warm water. Yimo closed his eyes and just smiled, not knowing how long he would kiss like this, but if he continued to kiss like this, he was afraid that he would fall asleep peacefully.

Seeing him laugh, Liu Yan laughed too, both of them laughed inexplicably, and then he leaned down, the tip of his tongue slid all the way across Yimo's chest, across his navel, until the tip of his nose sank into the grass.

Yimo's smile faded. He supported his upper body with his elbows. He looked at the man between his legs, like a small animal, and rubbed his cheeks on his penis. Two points of confusion.

With such a demeanor, Yimo felt that the mood that had been soothed just now suddenly tightened. It seemed that a tendon had been pulled in his lower abdomen. Tilt beside Liu Yan's face and cheeks.

"Kiss it..." Yimo said, his breathing was two-pointed, and he lifted his waist and brought his own to his mouth, "It wants you as much as you want."

Liu Yan suddenly turned his face away, as if he was suddenly resisting, but turned back in a moment, and said in a low voice, "Slow down."

Yimo quickly reacted, and couldn't help pulling his lips, as if mocking himself: "I was sick in my last life."

Liu Yan didn't say a word, and reached out to hold the thick object in his hand. Because of this episode, the originally full and stiff penis was softened by three points in his hand. I couldn't help but feel distressed again, stroking my fingers on it, sliding down from time to time to hold the bulging pouch and gently pinching and rubbing it, I was relieved to see the thing cocked again. He lowered his head and stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked along the slender stem, licked it down and kissed it, and then licked it back again, holding the full tip, sliding the tip of the tongue back and forth.

Yimo knew that the trouble in the previous life was too cruel, and he was at the root of this matter. He never thought that he would be able to do this, and his heart softened and said: "Come on."

However, Liu Yan ignored him, buried his head in his mouth, pressed the tip of his tongue against the horse's eye from time to time, pursed his lips together and sucked, so enthusiastically that Yimo fainted, he lifted his waist and put it into his mouth, breathing gradually It was heavy, and only felt that the wet and warm place was very comfortable, and the soft tongue kept coming up to please. Although he was still worried, his movements had already begun to be messy.

Liu Yan tried his best to meet his frequency, the uncontrollable saliva stretched the long silver thread along the stem, the breath of the other party was full of breath, and the man's thick gasp was in his ears, which was unspeakable and sultry. Liu Yan fainted in his head, feeling extremely turbulent, and his own root also tilted up, following the movements of his mouth, lit the sheets one by one.

After being served comfortably, Yimo worried that he would come out of his mouth, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Enough." He raised his body again, and at a glance he saw the man's long hair and ruddy face. The cheeks, the excellent skin and flesh of the whole body are glowing brightly white, the buttocks are raised high, the back and the buttocks are arched in a beautiful arc, just like the strings that are pulled to the extreme, but they are kneeling and giving themselves oral sex. After only one look, Yimo lay back again, almost leaking out of the sight he saw in front of him. While thinking that this was really a blessing, he had to admit that it was also torture, so he just let it go, pressed his head under his stomach, and stiffened a few times before it came out of his mouth.

These few hits were a bit harsh. When he came out of sperm, Liu Yan almost coughed out, covering his mouth, but he didn't cough out loudly, because he didn't know where to spit the thing, so he was a little stunned for a while.

Yimo saw the stick under him, and looked at him at a loss with his belongings. He couldn't help but leaned in, kissed his face, and bit Liu Yan's earlobe, as if bewitched. Likely, he said, "Eat it."

The breath of speaking sprayed in his ears, wet and itchy, almost numb half of his body.

Liu Yan was shocked and swallowed it seriously. When he really swallowed it, he reacted, and he glanced at him with a flushed face, and said, "You have to make an inch."

However, Yimo kissed his lips, opened his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and rolled up the soft tongue. Liu Yan reacted and went up to meet him. The tongue blades were stirred together, and eventually it became a thick and indissoluble tongue. kiss. Tongue leaves were entangled with each other, Yimo hugged the person on his body and lay back, and when the stuck lips finally separated, Yimo said: "Continue."

Liu Yan took a bite on his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there any more grease?"

Yimo readily took the sandalwood box, which was full of new grease that had not been touched in the slightest, the color of lavender, as if it was still the same box.

Liu Yan dug a piece and covered it in the palm of his hand. When it was no longer cold, the grease had melted a lot, and then he dipped it with his fingers and smeared it on him. While doing the expansion in the early stage, while lying on Yimo's body, he kept kissing and asking, "Does it hurt?"

Emo shook his head.

The second finger went in, and he asked again, "Does it hurt?"

Emer still shook his head.

At the third finger, when Liu Yan was about to ask again, Yimo hurriedly replied: "It doesn't hurt." He smiled as he said that.

Liu Yan took a bite on his chest, leaving a tooth mark before getting up, smeared the fat on his own, and then carefully, holding on to the bloated object, pushing forward little by little.

Halfway in, Yimo suddenly said, "It hurts." Liu Yan was already sweating on his forehead, stopped immediately, and kissed his face again.

After a while, Yimo grabbed his hand, brought it to the tooth mark on his chest, and said calmly, "This bite hurts."

Unexpectedly, Liu Yan lowered his head, and as expected, he kissed on the tooth mark, as if he was really sad, and kept licking around the tooth mark, as if this would make the tooth mark disappear.

Yimo accepted the joking mood and gradually became silent.

"Tell me if it hurts." Liu Yan said, kissing his face, moving slowly, while constantly kissing him with his lips, from cheek to neck, from collarbone to chest, the wet and hot kiss spread on the skin Every inch of her, the supreme love and pity. Devious and persistent, serious and solemn, as if a pilgrim is prostrate before his Holy Spirit, extremely pious.

It doesn't hurt. Imo wanted to say. But couldn't say it, heart was filled with a kind of sadness, and there was a sweet sweetness.

Lifting his arm to embrace the person on his body, Yimo really didn't feel any pain, nothing at all, only a strong sense of disobedience.

No pleasure either.

But strangely, when he looked at the other party's careful and gentle actions, he felt extremely satisfied.

Liu Yan had restrained himself from being very uncomfortable, but he never dared to act rashly. It wasn't until the other party moved, indicating that he could speed up, that Liu Yan lowered his head and kissed his lips, swaying his waist, burying himself deeply, then exiting, and burying himself again. It goes round and round, carrying out the oldest action of mankind.

The body he longed for had been opened for him, and the things he longed for had already been obtained. When the final peak came, Liu Yan thought silently, if he could die like this...

If he could die like this, he would have no regrets if he was locked up tightly and connected to each other by flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, don't know why, the tears could no longer be held back, covering Yimo's body, Liu Yan unknowingly burst into tears.

The dampness on his shoulders made Yimo stunned for a moment, then he stroked his back, patted it lightly, and whispered, "Don't cry."

"Don't cry, don't be sad," said Yimo.

"I like you," said Emer.

Hearing this, Liu Yan cried even more inexplicably. Like an unreasonable child, he threw himself on Yimo's shoulder, sobbing and crying, "I like you too."

Shouting again: "I want to cry!" It was completely unreasonable.

Yimo hugged him silently, and after a long time, he said, "I'm sad when you cry."

Liu Yan gradually stopped, grabbed one side of the clothes and covered his face, probably feeling ashamed, cleaned up the tears on his face, then simply put on some clothes and went down to get some water.

After wiping them clean, they lay down again.

The big red candle was only half lit. In the quilt, Liu Yan's hand was rubbing Yimo's body, from the shoulder blade to the narrow waist, from the back waist to the front body, the fingertips scratched in the hair for a moment, Liu Yan grabbed it Lives his penis.

Yimo was very spirited, and he had long been provoked by him to stand upright. He was grabbed at the moment, but because he didn't know the other party's mind, he didn't do much. He just straightened his waist, rubbed his palm twice, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Yan blushed, rubbed over and nibbled on his lips, then took his hand, went around behind him, slid between his thighs, the tight entrance twitched under his fingers, as if afraid , again as if inviting.

Yimo's fingertips instinctively stabbed inward, and Liu Yan suddenly let out a soft cry, "Ah..."

"Teng" turned over and the tide rushed over and drenched Yimo, almost losing his mind.

"You..." Seeing him stop suddenly, Liu Yan knew what he was worried about. Squinting his eyes and pressing his lips to his ear, Liu Yan whispered, "Don't you want to go back to your hometown?"

The place where my heart is at ease is my hometown.

Yimo bit his lip, this time he couldn't stop.

The fire completely ignited, Liu Yan hugged him, wishing that the fire would burn more vigorously and more ruthlessly.

Fully committed, never die!