In the mirror, a handsome man in white clasped up the man in the Taoist robe. Although the temple was a little messy, the Taoist robe was gentle, and there was a smile on his lips. With his legs apart, he was forced to sit in the arms of the man in white, but he was still immortal, like a crane swimming in the clouds.

This is... at its best?

But Mu Hao was only obsessed for a moment in his eyes, and then said lightly: "Today's illusion replicates the appearance of the master best, but so what, this is not the real master."

Xie Zhiwei: "..." Just be happy.

Mu Hao kissed his lips with great force, completely different from the gentle and shy attitude he had before, but Xie Zhiwei just frowned and didn't make a sound. Mu Hao nibbled hard again, as if he was eating something with hatred, and quickly bit Xie Zhiwei's lips into red and swollen.

Xie Zhiwei remained silent.

Mu Hao smiled coldly again: "It really is an illusion, if it is the real master, he will probably hit me."

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

If you have the ability, don't tie me up. Believe it or not, I can label you... No, the system won't let OOC, my god...

Mu Qi threw Xie Zhiwei back to the bed, thanks to Xie Zhiwei's body that practiced martial arts all the year round, otherwise he would have lost his old waist this time. Mu Qi leaned up and continued the rough kiss from before, while he nibbled down,

...

The two figures in the mirror were still doing it, and the black hair hanging down by the bed became more turbulent.

Once, twice, three times to count the number of times.

From the time when the blood of the black wolf was at its strongest, to when it weakened, to the end of its efficacy, Mu Hao never stopped.

Xie Zhiwei just smiled and was silently dried by Mu Qian for three days.

Chapter 106 Replacement

Xie Zhiwei knew that the system was determined to punish him this time, and for three days without communication, he had nowhere to go.

On the first day, Xie Zhiwei could still feel the pleasure. On the second day, the black wolf's blood had completely disappeared, and he felt a burning pain in the back.

However, Mu Qi was a natural stallion, not to mention other things, but the grass python hero has stamped the seal on the bed. In the original book, Ye Yushu had experienced hundreds of battles, and the persistence was not a problem, let alone Xie Zhiwei who couldn't speak and couldn't move.

At first, Mu Qian was able to say a few sarcastic remarks with resentment, but then he seemed to have forgotten the time and just kept working hard.

By the third day, Xie Zhiwei already felt that the place he was entered was not his, and his body was sore and numb—the taste that the girls in the original had experienced was superimposed on him alone, and he died.

The figure in the mirror swayed, and the smile on the bottom was faint, while the one above was expressionless.

...very weird.

There is no one to be cao with this smile. Xie Zhiwei feels that he has one more advantage than inflatable dolls at this time, that is, endurance.

If it hadn't been cultivated for many years, he would have been useless.

In a daze, Xie Zhiwei felt that Mu Hao turned him over again and started to face him.

Mu Qi's eyes were red, but the blood on his lips was very pale. These three days have been very exhausting, not to mention that he had a hallucination, and his spiritual power flowed very fast. Xie Zhiwei only asked him to exhaust his spiritual power quickly so that this torture could be ended.

But before Mu Qi's spiritual power was exhausted, the bastard system sent mercy: "The three-day self-protection program is over, I believe you have deeply understood the essence of this character, I hope you will continue to abide by the professionalism of the actor, and use it happily~ "

Xie Zhiwei seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and immediately clicked in tremblingly.

He originally wanted to hit the grass python hero directly, but thinking about the background of the event he was in now, he still gave up. He ran to the system and said, "I! Protest! Protest!"

System: "Please describe the problems encountered in use in detail, this system will serve you wholeheartedly."

Xie Zhiwei sneered: "Which one smiles without saying a word when being raped? If the male protagonist is awake, he must be frightened, and even leave a shadow for life! You have so many dramas in one system, does your boss know?"

"Hello, the self-protection program is a stress measure against the edge of OOC. Like banning, smiling is also a punishment. This system selects the most suitable punishment method to serve you intimately."

Dare to love this is punishment, hehehehe, it sounds grand.

Xie Zhiwei said angrily: "Even if I don't care about it. Then I denied my identity in a hurry, and it didn't cause serious consequences. Oh yes, the only bad thing is that I was personally injured, but I also took the responsibility. Lost my sense of existence? I'm not convinced!"

"..." The system seemed to be lost in thought.

Xie Zhiwei added: "And I have a way to make up for it. I request that the presence index be returned."

After a long while, the system finally nodded: "What you said is true, but your serious foul and contempt for the rules are also true. The system will return two stars as appropriate to ensure your follow-up progress, please use it with caution."

Only two, but talking is better than nothing.

Xie Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, stayed in the system for 20 minutes, and made sufficient psychological preparations before being kicked out.

Meanwhile, the smiling face in the mirror collapsed.

Xie Zhiwei's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he was almost dying. He didn't even have the strength to frown, but the pumping in his body was still going on tirelessly.

Every movement can bring about subtle changes in his face. He took a few breaths before he raised his strength and said, "Stop...stop..."

His voice has become hoarse because he hasn't made a sound for a long time, he has been panting and has damaged his vocal cords. These two words simply failed to reach the delirious Mu Hao's ears.

Even when Mu Qian was so excited, he accelerated his speed.

He pressed heavily on Xie Zhiwei, and opened his mouth to bite the flesh on the side of Xie Zhiwei's neck—he had bitten Xie Zhiwei almost all over the body in the past two days, very hard.

Xie Zhiwei snorted and instinctively raised his head.

【Unspeakable content】

Soon, Mu Qi's entire body stiffened.

He closed his eyes, as if he was greatly frightened, then gathered up his courage and looked down again.

Xie Zhiwei was lying under him in tattered clothes, and there were marks all over his body. There were teeth gnashing, hands pinching, sucking, and many others that could not be identified. Blue, purple and red are intertwined, Xie Zhiwei's fair skin and flesh, at this time, he can't find a few good places. Even under the chin, clear tooth marks can be seen.

The corners of Xie Zhiwei's eyes were wet, and his lips were red and swollen, almost like a gossamer. But even so, he still grabbed Mu Qi's wrist with all his strength, and his spiritual power flowed into Mu Qi's body.

Mu Kui was stunned, and muttered: "This...impossible... Obviously, obviously it's an illusion...why is it true..." There was still a wet tear on his cheek, as if he was the one who was lingered. Like the humiliated one.

Even if Xie Zhiwei wanted to hit him, he couldn't use his strength, not to mention the few remaining existence index at this time, still waiting to earn it back.

——Now that the integrity is gone, there is nothing left, at least the sense of existence can be rescued.

Xie Zhiwei said weakly, "Are you disappointed?"

"No!" Mu Qi flatly denied it, but then he was ashamed and said, "I said that I would not force Master, but now..." He bowed his head in shame, and the place where the two of them met shamelessly was unobstructed in his eyes. .

Mu Qian took a breath of cold air and stepped back subconsciously, but as soon as he moved, Xie Zhiwei let out a "hiss", and the place wrapped around him shrank slightly.

Mu Qi didn't dare to move immediately, his eyes swept across the bed and the white turbidity on Xie Zhiwei's body, the more he looked at it, the more mixed his emotions became. After a long while, he murmured, "Master, this disciple is wrong."