The word "heart" made Liu Yan stunned for a moment, his face immediately turned bright red, the arches of his feet were stretched around his waist, and his toes were curled up at the soles of his feet, as if his bones were drenched in hot oil. , he was numb from the inside out, and he couldn't help hugging him tightly, leaning into Yimo's ear, and whispering, "Call me again."

Yimo pinched his waist and imprisoned the person in his arms, and then grabbed his hand, his fingers were entangled in one place, and he spoke softly and slowly, and he repeated it without knowing how many emotional meanings were in it: " Heart and liver."

Before the words were finished, Liu Yan clearly shivered in his arms, raised his head, let out a long moan, and eagerly wrapped his body's murder weapon under his body. It was twisted and entangled as if the blood was squeezed out of the bones, and Yimo's blood vessels were swollen, and he couldn't help pinching his slender waist. Liu Yan was in pain, and instinctively let out a low cry, his back arched, and the twist became more and more severe. It was the strength to break the barbed thing, and the tail vertebrae rushed into a burst of paralysis-like soundness. Kuaimei, Liu Yan tightened his body, his lips were tightly blocked, and without any movement, the front end released his sperm on his own.

He couldn't make any sound.

Yimo blocked his lips tightly, so all the pleasure and patience were swallowed, and even the pain in his chest was blocked in the lips of the two of them.

Heart and liver.

I don't know how common these three words are. The old man tells it to the children, the man tells it to the women, the talented and the beautiful, the love and righteousness, the love and affection, and the three words are just open mouth. Anyone can speak, anyone can listen.

He was the only one who couldn't hear it.

After going through the three worlds, from the first to the third, he just wanted to be Yimo's sweetheart. want to be the bone of the bone, the flesh of the flesh, the blood of the blood, the warmest and most appropriate piece of flesh on the tip of the heart. He is always greedy, if he has a little, he wants more, and if he has more, he wants a lot, and in the end he wants all.

If he wanted it, someone would offer it to him, self-destructing the thousand-year-old Taoism, giving him a grand joy, and then hugging him and saying his heart.

He has truly become his heart and soul. Thinking in a trance, the eyelashes are stained with water droplets, and in a blink of an eye, the water droplets are dazzling.

Yimo noticed the strangeness, so he withdrew his lips for two points, looked at his face carefully, and soon smiled, and said, "Sweetheart, you want to run away before it's over yet? Let the husband come to incense one." He leaned closer and kissed him twice on the face. The kiss was very loud. The loud "Boom-Bah-" finally pulled back Liu Yan's thoughts. Liu Yan was awakened by the two loud sounds, and quickly covered his face and stared at him, his eyes were full of tears, staring round and round, black and angry, dyed a bit blurred, which was really touching.

"Come on," said Yimo, pinching his waist and making a gesture, "you come."

Liu Yan moved by himself, swaying his waist and swaying his hips, no matter whether he was ashamed or not, he raised his body slightly and sank, chasing the penis in his body, enjoying the pleasure that was still painful before, with a thin body on his body. Covered with sweat.

The roots were beautifully imprisoned, and the joy it brought made Yimo's fingers chaotic, rubbing back and forth on the wet body, not knowing what to do to him, no matter what, it was not enough, the body was already together. Even though he was greedy and wanted more, even knowing that his heart was still in one piece, he still felt insufficient, so he wanted to rub it apart and smash it into pieces, and embedded it into his body, so that the muscles and blood vessels were integrated into one, and the breathing was consistent.

Yimo gradually became ruthless, and he rubbed his fair texture to the point of burning red. His strength was already out of control, and his smooth back was full of mottled finger marks.

Liu Yan was quickly rubbed unbearably by him, his cold and thin fingers made his whole body ablaze, his waist seemed to be burned to ashes, he couldn't stand up, and naturally he couldn't move anymore. He stopped, but Yimo refused to move. The still penis in his body became the candy of a greedy child. He was an unbearable child who was hooked by a greedy worm. Seeing that the food was clearly there, he couldn't enjoy it. It was both uncomfortable and wronged, but he didn't care why Yimo was humming. He only knew how to rub him around like a madman, as if to completely rub him into a puddle of mud.

Finally, he couldn't help but lowered his head and took a bite on Yimo's shoulder. Liu Yan's voice was dry and authentic: "You move."

"Huh?" Yimo then stopped his hand and looked down to see that his wet body was covered with his own finger marks, and the mottled white patches were imprinted with dark or light rose red, full of color, and for a while only Feeling that the heat was running wild in the lower abdomen, and the penis inserted in the back hole was swelled by two points, Liu Yan panted "ummm", and the support was even more soft. Immer restrained his waist, lifted it up and put it down fiercely, and asked in the other's breath, "Is that so?"

The genitals retreated two points in the valley with difficulty, and stabbed them again. The taste of the bone-erosion that was penetrated in an instant made Liu Yanzhi shudder. His legs clenched his waist, and the walls of his intestines contracted violently, sucking with Yimo's genitals like a small mouth. The joy brought by even Yimo's breathing became heavy, and his always calm face was distorted by two points.

"My dear." Yimo let out a long sigh: "Let's loosen it up, don't clamp it too tightly. Otherwise, it will hurt you in a while."

Liu Yan listened in a daze, and tried to relax as obediently as possible, but every time he loosened it a little, he immediately tightened sensitively when the murderous object in his body moved slightly. , This is not something that the will can control at all, not even Liu Yan, so he had to mutter to himself: "It hurts as long as it hurts, which one wants you to be so fierce."

Imo thought to myself that I was fierce. It was just that he met him, and his fierceness was tempered into tenderness, and he couldn't help but say badly: "You like it, don't you?" Saying that, he exerted force from his tail, pinched his waist and slammed him fiercely. Those weird people The meat thorns have the confidence, no matter how tightly the intestinal wall is locked, they will smash and dig in arrogantly. The valley that has long been used to being inserted is very wet and greasy, and the water is continuously secreted, mixed with the fragrance of some grease, every time it enters and exits, it makes a sizzling sound. , splashing tiny water droplets, making the whipping of the murder weapon smoother, the liquid of the flesh gushing out along the gully between the thighs, dizzy and wet under Liu Yan's buttocks. He just shrank softly and shook the top of the quilt, and I don't know how much transparent saliva flowed. It was soaking wet for a while, and every time I fell back on Yimo's body, there was a loud sound of water.

The person who heard the voice blushed, and became more and more estrous. Yimo bit the swaying neck in front of him, sucking all the way on the slender neck, and his teeth stopped dangerously on the other side's arteries several times. Under the skin as thin as a cicada's wings were blue blood vessels, and the sound of blood flowing inside seemed to be audible, pulsing with freshness and vitality, seducing him.

Only at this time will his demonic nature be seduced, and he can't help but want to do something, drink all the blood of this person, swallow all the flesh, chew and swallow the bones one by one. But he was reluctant.

He couldn't bear to make him feel a little bit more pain.

Viciously took a bite on Liu Yan's shoulder. Before the blood dripped out, he withdrew all his strength, turned into licking with the tip of his tongue, swiping in a whirl, and kissed and kissed on the tooth mark with his lips. The fierce and unusually thick genitals under him brutally smashed open the intestinal wall in the acupoint, fiddled and squeezed, and moved towards the sensitive point he had already known, and poked that place again and again, and Liu Yan, who was at the top, sobbed, and the tears could not be restrained. Rolling down from his face and cheeks, a very painful expression, but his body warmly caters to him, raising his hips high when he withdraws, and meeting the opponent's murder weapon every time he inserts it, until another ** comes - something that softens I don't know when I stood up energetic again, and was rubbed by the chest and abdomen of the two people again and again, but Liu Yan didn't know it at all, the whole body was in the happiness of the back acupoint, and the sour, itchy, The numbness and swelling have different tastes, and the onslaught is surging, covering all his consciousness too violently. He only relied on instinct to swing his waist and twist his hips. There was a blank space in the middle, and in the suffocation-like extreme pleasure, the essence came out again.

He was soft on Yimo's chest, leaning on his neck and opening his mouth blankly, breathing as if he had just gained air, his blushing face was full of confusion.

Imelo paused for a moment, and quickly adjusted his posture, letting the person lie down and covering himself up again, the snake's tail still clinging to his buttocks.

"There's one more." Yimo leaned over and whispered, "I want to go in too."

Liu Yan looked at him in a daze, and it took a long time to realize that he was talking, but he didn't understand for a while, and said softly, "Huh?"

"This." Yimo said, taking his hand to the place where the two meet, and feeling for the other genital in his palm, "Go in too."

Liu Yanyou folded his five fingers like a god, and kneaded it on the ferocious thing. It took half a stick of incense before he woke up with an "ah" and responded, "It will break."

"Yes." Yimo said, frowning and shrugging the snake's tail, the two genitals immediately brushed against his inner wall and palm respectively, the same sentence: "I want to go in."

Liu Yan's body tensed, his hands trembled, hesitantly held it again, and muttered, "It looks so fierce..."

"You like Fierce too," Yimo said, and asked again, "Don't you like it?"

"..." Liu Yan couldn't help but raised his head and kissed his face, and said seriously, "I like you."

"Yeah." With a smile on Yimo's face, he straightened up and said, "I know."

Liu Yan stopped talking, and squeezed the thing into his buttocks, unable to get in at all, so he let go, raised his leg and hooked Yimo's shoulder with his toes, and said shyly, "Come here. "

Yimo took the sandalwood box, but he didn't know how much grease he had dug out. He dug out almost the bottom of the box and wiped it all between Liu Yan's thighs. Only then did his fingers pry open an opening along the edge and go in to spread the grease evenly. , the hole that originally contained a meat wedge barely swallowed a knuckle, and when he tried to enter the second finger, he couldn't pull it open again, Yimo put a finger in it, and worked again, Liu Yan He frowned and didn't speak. He didn't nod until he got used to that finger, so Yimo opened the hole again and put in a second finger.

This matter itself was irritating. Although Liu Yan was nervous, he was not afraid. With his second finger fully squeezed in, even the tension disappeared, but he was faintly drowsy. Thanks to Yimo's patience, he didn't even have a trace of impatience, and focused on expanding the softness. Because of Liu Yan's relaxed trust, the third finger was able to squeeze in smoothly.

Liu Yan just closed his eyes and occasionally made two groans, but he refused to cry when he was in pain. Where is the fragile appearance that just made a coquettish leg hurt. Even Yimo stabbed his fourth finger, cracked the entrance, and shed a little blood without moving, as if he was really asleep.

"Blood," said Emer.

"Well..." The eyelashes trembled, but she didn't open her eyes, Liu Yan said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Speaking of pain, when he was Ji Jiu in his last life, he didn't know how many injuries he suffered, but he was really patient with pain. It was really hurting now, but it wasn't unbearable yet. Yimo was already very careful. His mind was clear and he didn't focus on the movement there. He tried his best to relax and let his mind wander.

It wasn't until Yimo pulled out his hand and replaced it with that thing to hold him back, Liu Yan opened his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and his voice was soft and teasing: "Is this asking me to give birth to a snake?"

"..." Yimo froze for a moment, looked down at the scene, and replied, "Will you give birth?"

Liu Yan sneered and laughed out loud, "The husband is going to give birth, so of course he will."

He was naturally exhausted, and he didn't know how much he could endure in it. Yimo's heart ached, and he kissed the corner of his lips: "Then we will have a nest of little snakes, and we will call you mother in the future."

"I don't know how to hatch eggs." Liu Yan replied and pecked him: "You come to hatch, and call your mother when you hatch."

Yimo said, "This mouth of yours." He simply put his fingers in and fiddled with it, suppressing the tongue that caused trouble, and he was also polite below. The lips and tongue holding his fingers suddenly closed, the teeth were embedded in his flesh, and the smell of blood spread in Liu Yan's mouth. Painful, he instinctively shook his head to tug at the fingers in his mouth, but Yimo pressed his tongue fiercely, preventing him from moving, and commented, "Just like your mouth, if a little snake is born, all of them will bear you. He is so eloquent, and I don't know how many people will suffer."

Liu Yan froze, with severe pain under his body and blood in his mouth. He was stunned when he heard his words, and instinctively wanted to refute: "If you give birth to me, everyone will be this cold-faced and taciturn bad appearance. I also like it, and it doesn't matter who suffers or not." However, he was unable to speak because of his tongue.

Fortunately, Yimo hadn't heard it, otherwise, he didn't know what would happen, and he actually thought of letting him give birth to a snake. There should be a limit to his whims.

Because Yimo didn't know it at all, so he was casting a spell to heal him at the moment. One hand touched the joint between the two, and a green light flickered on his fingertips. The bleeding wound healed immediately, and Liu Yan noticed that the pain had subsided. After a while, he licked the knuckles in his mouth, Yimo healed the bite by himself, but he didn't take out the fingers, and stuck them in his mouth to stir, playing with his wet and slippery tongue. Liu Yan, who was playing, couldn't hold back his saliva, and there was a bright wet mark along the corner of his mouth, but he thought it was too passive. Instead, he took the initiative to hold his fingers, picking out the sensitive parts of his fingertips and grinding them with the edges of his teeth. He licked it again, and he didn't stop after licking it. After holding on to sucking for a while, Yimo's hand trembled. He licked it as if there was a tendon at the fingertips that pulled it all the way to the arm, then to the lower abdomen, and then to the Everywhere is burning, and the desires that he tried to suppress are also boiling, and some can't hold back the thought of wanting to collide in his body. Immediately, my heart was itchy, and I really hated and loved him for this move.

"You're going to wave, there's really no one in this world." Yimo said sincerely, in exchange for another bite on his fingertips, he immediately shut his mouth and said no more.

Just using the mouth above it, playing for a while, Liu Yan's body softened again, no longer stiff, Yimo hugged him in his arms, and the two behemoths were like iron hooves, arrogant in the deep and humid secret place, long ago. ** The body that has been through twice is a hundred times more sensitive than before, and when it is stretched to the extreme, it is extremely hot, and his bone marrow is numb, and he vaguely feels that he is also sweating. Maybe it's because the place is too hot to burn out of consciousness, Yimo thinks like this, feeling a little dizzy in his head, he is a snake, why is he sweating. But it was really hot there, like a burning temperature, hot, tight and wet, even if it was completely full, there was still enough power to suck his two cocks, just like Liu Yan's mouth, Sucking and licking again, squeezing and twisting in all directions, all his rationality was entangled, leaving only demands. Yimo couldn't help but stabbed his painful hard object into it. Only when he stabbed it in, did he feel the pain relieved. After a little pause, the pain started again. Open up and stir, even if you die here, you will be willing.

"My dear," Yimo viciously moved up and down together, playing with his tongue, panting and saying, "Is it okay for the husband to just fuck you like this?"

Liu Yanshao didn't have the face to reply to this sentence. He grabbed his hands on the bed and instinctively wanted to find something to cover his face, but he didn't know where all the soft pillows and quilts had gone. Arm, he covered half of his face and didn't speak, even the fingers that were playing with his mouth could not be taken care of.

"Are you okay?" Yimo continued to ask. He had such a temperament from the beginning. In the past, he was stable, and he didn't bother to say a word of nonsense. As long as he got to the bed, those bad intentions would come out of nowhere. Even though Liu Yan had three generations of experience, he had not cultivated his invulnerable face.

Liu Yan still didn't answer, and his face was full of gorgeous colors. Naturally, Yimo would not give up, persevered, and continued to ask questions. After repeated questions, he heard a trembling answer from the person below him: "I It's almost killing you, so what else do you ask?"

Yimo stopped for a while, and swayed and slammed more and more powerfully. The slammed Liu Yan's body rose and fell like waves surging under the moonlight. Good skin and flesh, it's just like being ravaged like this, and there is pain and pleasure underneath. I can't stand it anymore, and groaned: "You...you slow down..."

"Slower or faster?" Yimo pressed, pressing his forehead against his, biting his cheek and answering himself, "It's better to be slower than it would be to be faster."

Liu Yan raised his hand and beat him. At this time, the power of those flesh thorns was revealed. After a long time of friction, the pleasure turned to pain. Although there was a gurgling sound of water, no matter how moisturizing and greasy it was, it couldn't solve the quilt. The burning pain from excessive friction, Liu Yan said, "Slow down, it hurts."

Yimo was still moving, not slowing down in the slightest, and said solemnly: "If I'm slow, you're itchy, and if you're fast, it hurts but it's refreshing."

Liu Yan was extremely helpless, so he had to rely on him and try his best to cooperate with the delivery of the hip shake. Tou Muwei, who was tortured in a trance, unknowingly came out again.

He stared blankly at Yimo's face above. The brows on that extremely handsome face were wrinkled. When he was not speaking, his lips were pursed tightly, and he was full of patience, even to the point of being distorted - it was so beautiful.

Liu Yan had lost his mind, so he unknowingly said: "You are so beautiful." Then he raised his hand and hooked his head, and kissed him hard regardless.

Yimo didn't want him to suffer too much, and he was already ready to go. Hearing this very pious and favorite sentence, he was stunned for a while, hugged him tightly, and replied, "You look good too." Almost out of control, he sprinted back and forth dozens of times, rushing to his most vulnerable point every time, and in Liu Yan's crying cry, he hugged him and let it out.

"Ah..." It was unbearable to be hit by the strong shock against the vital point, Liu Yan twitched, and was forced out a little more.

Finally exiting the hot and humid place, Yimo raised his legs and widened them apart. He leaned over to see the injury, but saw that the place was severely tossed by two big things, and he couldn't close for a while, and the acupoints were hot and swollen. Suddenly, the temperature was the same when the fingers were inserted, and there were a few traces of blood on the fingers when they were pulled out.

In the end, it was still hard, and it was very delicate, and where it could withstand his two things, it was a meat thorn, and it was also a thorn.

Yimo felt guilty in secret, and healed his wounds. Seeing that there was a wisp of white turbidity brought out by his fingers, hanging on Hong Yanyan's acupoint, his forehead suddenly became hot, and his heart throbbed. Without saying a word, Yimo lay sideways behind him and pushed his meat pestle into it without any hesitation.

Liu Yan thought that he was getting excited again, thinking that he couldn't stand the human-shaped thing at the moment, just as he was about to speak, he heard Yimo say: "My things, don't let them flow out, block them up and let you give them to me. give birth to little snakes."

Liu Yan opened his mouth in astonishment, and finally closed his eyes without saying anything, but said in his heart: I want your ability, let alone a nest of little snakes, even ten nests and a hundred nests, I have already let you give birth to me , where will be here to discuss verbal cheapness.

Silently muttering, Liu Yan fell into a deep sleep, and unknowingly had a dream that Yimo stared at him with an unwilling face, staring for a while and then turned away, so he walked over, Holding his hand, they walked slowly along a clear river, the white pear blossoms were blooming all the way, the breeze blew, and the petals fell all over them.

(A pond of spring water reflects pear blossoms, the end)

end note

I have never planned to write an afterword, because don't know what to write, what to write and what not to write.

But in the end, "Meet the Snake" has ended, along with Shen Jue's story, I seem to have something to say.

Then let's talk nonsense, it can be regarded as an afterword, and it can be regarded as a full stop.

With more than 400,000 words in addition, no matter how many twists and turns in the writing process, it is finally over. I'm not sure that I won't write about Shen Jue in the future, but at least for a short time, I won't touch anyone in "Encountering Snake" again.

This novel is not an exaggeration to say that writing is exhausting. There is a long pause in the middle. When I continue to write, I can’t connect to the previous text smoothly. The last few chapters can be said to be finished.

The torment is for the friends who have accompanied me all the way to write "Encountering the Snake". There are too many people who are with me. Some of them are diving, some are bubbling, but they are waiting and accompanying from beginning to end, so I don't want to let them down . No matter how I can't write it, or how tangled it is, I have to finish this article. After the end, I continued to update "Children's God". In fact, the original plan for this episode was in the main text, and the same was said when discussing with friends, but I thought about it when I wrote it, and I'd better take it to the episode. So the completion of this extra episode made me relieved, which means that "Encountering the Snake" is truly over.

Then, in order to satisfy everyone's bad taste, and mainly to satisfy my revenge for being tortured by "Yu Snake" to this day. Therefore, the extra episode of "Spring Water Reflects Pear Blossoms" is purely a product of cathartic revenge + bad taste. It is optional to watch it or not.

This is the case in the extra episode, and the main text of "Encountering the Snake" was actually written on a whim.

But it wasn't all whim.

I've always wanted to write a story about love, hate, greed, anger, ignorance, not getting what you want, parting from love, and meeting with resentment. This story has no specific characters in my mind, no specific events, it's just a looming ghost. Then one day, I suddenly wanted to write a story about a snake demon and a mortal, and I wrote it. During the writing process, this ghost came to live in the story, gradually expanded, gradually plump, and gradually became flesh and blood, so there was Today's "Meet the Snake".

The word "encounter", in my opinion, has a mysterious color. We meet on a narrow road, and we meet. There is a mystery of destiny.

So the name "Encountering Snake" is the simplest two words.

Regarding Shen Qingxuan and Yimo, in fact, they don't have a prototype. If there must be a prototype, it must be these words - "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, trustworthiness, loyalty, filial piety", and finally summed up in one word: "love".

Everything is derived from the extension and sublimation of the word "love". With love, there will be respect and love, with filial piety and benevolence, you will hesitate when you hurt others, and you will be happy when you help others.

I have always felt that the word "love" is very important. A man swears by his life and practice with blood, without any regrets or regrets, regardless of gains or losses.

The ancients said: How can you say that you have no clothes, and you have the same robe as your son. So there is Xu Mingshi.

As for the little wolf cub Shen Jue, he has never made up his mind on major family matters. He always thinks too much, hesitates, hesitates. He had a lot of love in his heart, but in the end he was easily knocked down by Nan Heng's push gesture.

If it was Shen Qingxuan, if he was pushed away, he would jump up again. No matter how many times he was pushed away, he would dare to jump up again.

If it was Yimo, he would walk over, shove the man away with a savage palm, and then pull him back to ask: Do you dare to push again?

But Shen Jue is not them, he can't do it, he can only turn around.

He is actually a very average person.

Of course, this is also doomed, because he has two fathers who are too paranoid.

Having said so much, in fact, the original intention of writing "Yu Snake" is to play. I am a person who likes to play word games. I like to arrange them and combine them into various colors. Watching them is straightforward or confusing, there is a kind of fun of creating puzzles and solving puzzles, and I am usually very active in the brain theater. , I always look around and think about it, and there needs to be a channel to vent it out. This is the best way.

So how many brain cells were consumed and how much tortured, there was a kind of masochistic joy.

Because I can't play anything else, I've never won a game of cards, I can't even remember the rules of Mahjong, and I'm still a complete loser when I play an online game.

"Encountering the Snake" is such a game. It is defective, has many flaws, and has many bugs. Although I have been playing very seriously, it is still far from what I imagined.

I didn't write well, and I know this very well and feel very guilty about it.

To all the friends who accompanied me along the way, to all the friends who cut in the queue halfway, and to the friends who came after the end of "Encountering the Snake", I bowed guiltily.

If you read the book and read this postscript, which is not a postscript, please forgive the author's lack of seriousness.

So, goodbye everyone.