Chapter 52

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Wen Jing withdrew the invisibility and hurried down to the residence, but could not help complaining about the system and his uselessness in his mind.

According to the progress of the original text, the day that Tabitha begins, the disciples will go crazy. At that time, there was a dragon yin, dozens of cymbals were playing at the same time, but did not expect that hundreds of people on and off the stage lost their minds instantly. The madness on the ring was about to put the other side to death, and the blood flowed all over the place, and within a short time, twenty or thirty lives were lost.

You can’t find a demon now, this tragic situation is afraid to become a reality.

Suddenly, a small box came out of my brain, squealing as if the screen was about to disappear.

“Host, just now-toot-the system is doing its best on the devil’s head-toot-a mark” ten “is placed-toot-should be on the back of the demon’s head. The system needs to be repaired two Month—Beep—Beep — “

Then, as if the last strength had been exhausted, a black screen appeared in my head, and nothing had disappeared.

Wen Jing froze for a moment, trying to call up information such as character, but it was dead.

What is this?

The system goes to great lengths to put a “ten” mark on the back of the devil’s head. It may sound useful, but it is actually difficult. Did he ask him to take off all the clothes that looked like 20-30 years old, and let him check one by one?

Hengtianmen is cold and snowy, how can you make people willing to undress?

He drove the Royal Wind back to his residence, and his heart went up and down, but he saw that the lights were bright and the voice was noisy. It seemed that something had just happened. Looking around, all the dwellings of the mountain peaks are glowing with light, and it seems that every place is in chaos.

Wen Jing fell on the snow, holding a disciple of Hengtianmen and asking, “What’s going on?”

The disciple panicked: “Many disciples at Hospitality Peak went crazy in the middle of the night and were stunned. They are about to be sent to monk Jun!”

“What? Are you going crazy tonight? Where is Brother Jun?”

“Monk Monk is in the room.” The disciple then instructed the two disciples, “Hurry up, this is the sixteenth, carry it to Monk Monk!”

“Is anyone dead?”

“Not yet!”

The promenade leading to the room is full of horizontal and vertical bodies, watching the busy noisy people and other noisy. Wen Jing stomped across his body before finally returning to his room.

“Brother Jun …”

The door was wide open, and a comatose disciple lay flat on the ground. Jun Yanzhi sat on his knees in an outer shirt and turned a deaf ear to the surroundings.

Wen Jing calmed down a little.

The demon head moves one step ahead, and letting the event happen in the middle of the night is much better than the original. There is enchantment protection on the ring platform, and it is necessary for Brother Jindan to tear the enchantment to save people. Moreover, the weapons are in the hands of the disciples, and some people are unavoidable.

However, in the middle of the night, the disciples did not have weapons in their hands, and when they went mad, they could wake up people around them. Therefore, although some people were seriously injured, they did not hurt their lives.

Mo Xiu suddenly changed his intentions for some reason.

Jun Yanzhi suddenly opened his eyes and picked up the small blood bag on the forehead of the disciple at a very fast speed, and said loudly, “This is already good, please carry on.”

“Thank you very much!” Two Heng Tianmen disciples rushed in and carried the man out.

“Brother Jun …”

Jun Yanzhi looked over at him: “Where have you been?”

“Uh … I couldn’t sleep just now, I went to practice sword.”

Jun Yanzhi bit her lip and suddenly lowered her head: “Brother, if you have something in mind, remember to tell me. Is it … Go to see that again …”

“No!” Wen Jing’s scalp was numb, and he quickly denied it.

“The master of the water palace is also in trouble! Get out of the way!” Two young disciples on the promenade called out to run and stood panting in the doorway. The door asked monk Jun to rescue her first. “

The disciples outside the door complained and dared not to look at the two with patience, talking softly.

“The fate of the palace master is fate, and the disciples’ fate is not fate.”

“I heard that several peak owners are in trouble …”

Jun Yanzhi quickly put on his clothes and looked at Wen Jing again. If nothing happened, he said, “I’m busy these days, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll clean up here and accompany you.” Wen Jingshun picked up the belt on the bench, circled his waist from behind and tied his long hair, “the hair is messy Now, do you want to comb? “

There was an electric sensation in Fagen, Jun Yanzhi glanced at him, and went out without a word.

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Jun Yanzhi lived in the main hall of Siyang Peak for a month, cured more than 80 people, but more than 10 people were unconscious. Wen Jing was by his side all day long, although he could not step in, but sat not far away and watched silently like a puppy.

Finally, the last disciple was taken away, and Jun Yanzhi lifted his clothes and stood up.

Everyone stopped and looked at him intently.

Cui Ying said respectfully: “Monk Monk has worked hard. The head commanded the monk to rest for a day and then come to Siyang Peak the next day. The heads wanted to thank Monk in person.”

Jun Yanzhi’s expression is as light as water: “Thank you.”

Wen Jing walked quietly to his side, and said softly, “Brother, let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Jun Yanzhi smiled slightly and patted his shoulder. “These days you’re exhausted.”

The eyes of everyone fell on him again.

Wen Jing blushed and didn’t know if it was psychological. I always felt that those eyes were mostly envious and jealous, which made people feel a little bit floating. He quickly calmed down, looking at Jun Yanzhi in full.

The two returned to their apartment hurriedly late at night. Jun Yanzhi took off his shirt and hung it aside, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently bowing his head.

“What happened to Brother?” Wen Jing didn’t care, and sat beside him. “Brother has become the salvation benefactor of the Five Schools, and should be happy.”

Jun Yanzhi did not speak, but leaned silently on his shoulder.

“Brother … Do you have any thoughts?” Wen Jing hesitated, and finally placed his sweaty palm on his shoulder, softly.

“Master … Do you want to spend your whole life with me like this?” Jun Yanzhi whispered between Wen Jing’s neck, his breath raging along the neck, making the whole body fever.

“Brother, calm down.” Wen Jing closed her eyes.

“Master, I know that you admire me more than you admire. But I am to you …” Jun Yanzhi held his face, thin in his ears *, “But it is a little different Feelings. “

Wen Jing was stiff and trembling all over her body, holding her calmly: “Brother, the relationship between us is the brother.”

The tip of the tongue came to the shoulder along the neck, and Jun Yanzhi nibbled his collarbone: “… Brother Shi would not do this.”

“Brother, I don’t deserve you.” Wen Jing murmured at a loss.

The outer shirt and middle jacket were pulled apart, and a pair of cocooned hands slid to his chest, rubbing the red beans on his chest gently. Wen Jing was pressed down on the bed, and his whole body was speechless.

“Master, I have been waiting until you were fifteen to the present. If you do not resist tonight, I will continue.” Jun Yanzhi kissed down the clavicle and came to Wen Jing’s waist and waist, gently Pulling the tight belt.

Wen Jing made the last struggle with the remaining reason: “Brother, we are all men. You still don’t understand … Being with men is a big deal for me.”

Slender fingers penetrate into the pants, hold them loosely and rub slowly. Wen Jing groaned like a critter: “Brother, you …” You foul!

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and licked, “Master, you don’t know, I have never believed in anyone in my life. You must not betray me, do you know?”

“No betrayal, never betrayal!” Wen Jing touched his head, crying without tears, “brother, look up, dirty! —– Hmm!”

Jun Yanzhi raised his head silently, rubbing the white liquid on his cheek with his sleeve: “… not too fast.”

Wen Jing covered her face and sat up halfway: “………”

Jun Yanzhi unbuttons his coat, his male body is well-proportioned and exquisite under candlelight, like an ancient Greek statue. He held Wen Jing into the quilt, and tightly and seamlessly blocked his lips. The tangled tongue didn’t know what to say, only full desire.

“Master, you are the only person I want, you know?” Jun Yanzhi pulled Wen Jing’s obscene clothes and pants down and whispered quietly, “Whether you want to be with me, you must Stay with me, you can’t escape … “

“Brother, me, this is my first time.” Wen Jing flushed his face with his legs open, and he was close to something hot, his body was convulsed, and he couldn’t help holding him tightly. Back.

Jun Yanzhi kissed him gently, “Master, don’t be afraid.”

“Huh, huh.”

Jun Yanzhi’s action stopped abruptly, deeply looking into Wen Jing’s eyes: “Master, I want to tell you my real name. Can you keep it in your heart, don’t tell others?”

Somehow, a moment before he merged with him, there was a desire to let him know who he really is. Even if he can’t let him know everything, at least he can know a little bit about him.

“Your real name?”

“I lost my parents when I was young and was adopted at the age of ten. I have only recently recalled my real name.” Jun Yanzhi hugged him gently, rubbing his neck with the tip of his nose, “Do you want to know?”

“Huh? OK.” Wen Jing swallowed uncomfortably.

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and kissed him deeply for a long time. The moment he pulled out his tongue, he gently said a word in Wen Jing’s ear: “My name is Changsun Shaoyi.”

Wen Jing’s brain exploded, as if it was cracked into pieces, and it was difficult to return to his mind.

“Master?” Jun Yanzhi stared at him, feeling that the hard object that was close to him had softened very quickly, and asked tentatively, “Have you heard this name?”

Wen Jing covered her head and tried to cover up her pale face: “I haven’t heard it, and suddenly I have a headache.”

Jun Yanzhi was a little hesitant, but finally got out of bed and pour water with a tea cup on his back.

Wen Jing stared at Jun Yanzhi’s smooth back in a panic. A small “ten” stopped on the spine. Although unobtrusive, it was dazzling like an unsightly scar, hard to ignore.

“Brother, I can’t bear the headache.” Wen Jing covered her head, and a tear-like pain came from her head.

Jun Yanzhi fed him a drink of water, put on a jacket, and gently touched his head: “I know, sleep.”

“… Um.” Wen Jing rolled over and closed her eyes tightly.

Long Sun Shaoyi, “Ten” mark … These must be coincidences …