You finished the joke [Quick Transmigration]

"Wh, what pose?" Yan Shu's mouth was dry, his heart was beating like a drum, and his face was burning hot.

I can only hear my heart beating in my ears, I don't know if it is nervous or scared.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Xiao Ming pursed his lips and nodded, muttering to himself, "Ashu's physical fitness is so good, it shouldn't be a problem to come three times."

What, what's all right? !

Seeing the young man casually throwing the pamphlet beside the pillow and raising his arm to untie his belt, Yan Shu hastily interrupted, "Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you today? Let me go!"

Xiao Ming acted as if he hadn't heard. He lowered his head and just unbuttoned his clothes. The collar gradually parted, revealing the tender white skin inside. It was as red as fire and as white as snow. On the chest, Yan Shu stared blankly at the snow-white spot, unable to move his eyes, only felt a sudden heat on the tip of his nose.

Sensing the man's gaze, Xiao Ming's mutton-fat white and slender neck was gradually stained with a trace of crimson, which seemed to be broken by blowing bullets, as if the blood could be quenched with a light suck.

Yan Shu's breathing gradually became heavier, his forehead was unconsciously covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he was panting, acting like a boy was being mischievous again.

Teenagers are playful by nature and don't know the severity, but if this continues, if I don't restrain myself...

Yan Shu's tone became heavier, "Don't make trouble!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Shu knew that he was wasting his tongue, the boy's last coat was stripped off, and the scarlet clothes slid to the ground, like a small mountain bag shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, sexyly piled on the boy Bai Shengsheng's feet side.

Yan Shu restrained his eyes, clenched his fists and tried to lock his eyes on the place above Xiao Ming's neck.

"Well, don't make a fuss." At this time, Xiao Ming had successfully taken off his clothes, raised his legs and sat on Yan Shu's waist, twisted his body into a more comfortable position, and nodded innocently and seriously.

Yan Shu wanted to rub his sore forehead, but unfortunately his hands were tied and unable to move, Yan Shu had to take a deep breath, and persuaded, "Where did you get the messy booklet? I won't pursue today's matter, you first Let me go."

"But," Xiao Ming frowned, biting his fingers in disbelief, "I just want you to investigate."

Yan Shu: "..." Can't I pursue it? You let me go first!

Seeing that the man was at a loss for words, Xiao Ming cheerfully stretched out his hand and began to untie Yan Shu's clothes. As he leaned forward, the bright red little Guoguo flickered in front of his eyes. Yan Shu stiffened his neck, turned his head to the left after pauses, and was randomly thrown by the pillow Coincidentally, the booklet on the book was opened, and two entangled bodies suddenly came into view.

Xiao Ming got the little yellow book from somewhere, not only in a fiery posture, but also high-definition non-coding, Yan Shu's brain buzzed, boiling blood rushed up to his brain, and then turned around and rushed down.

The man has an unsheathed long knife. The long knife is blunt and made of millennium black iron. It is brave and sturdy. Now it is about to move, ready to charge into battle and kill the enemy, so that people can taste its power.

Xiao Ming twisted his waist, Yan Shu tried to arch his body to stop Xiao Ming's movement, "Don't, don't move."

Xiao Ming insisted on going his own way, curled up his fingers and flicked lightly, and with a sound of "clang", the long knife shook slightly.

Yan Shu raised his head and let out a "huh", cursing in his heart, this kind of torture is even more terrifying than Ling Chi, what Ling Chi shaves off is just the skin and flesh on the surface of a person, but at this moment the person who tortured him specifically picked a certain part of him for inhuman torture. Punishment, it seems that there is a small sharp knife cutting and cutting, cutting and cutting.

"Don't touch me!" With a hoarse voice, the man glared at Xiao Ming, his eyes were almost bloodshot,

As soon as the words came out, Xiao Ming was taken aback for a moment, suddenly like a puppet with a broken thread, he sat on Yan Shu's body in a daze, staring at Yan Shu in a daze, neither speaking nor moving.

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief, trying to make her voice less severe, "Go down."

The boy on the body looked at him, his eyes seemed to be about to cry, then he lay down and hugged the man's neck tightly, crying, "Ashu, I like you."

Yan Shu was suffocated, his heart was beating non-stop, his ears were full of the boy's words "Ashu, I like you", and his mind was a little dizzy.

"What, what?" Yan Shu licked his dry lips.

"I heard it," the boy didn't raise his head, his voice came muffled from his shoulder, "Ashu, tell the city lord that you have someone you like."

Yan Shu blushed and stammered, "That, that is..."

"Are you hiding from me these few days?" Xiao Ming sat up suddenly, with tears all over his face, furrowed his brows angrily, and said desperately, "When you have tasted me, Ah Shu, you will definitely I won’t like others anymore, I’ve learned a lot recently, it will definitely make you drunk, licentious, and want to die.”

Xiao Ming touched Yan Shu's body while talking, but he couldn't control his strength well, Yan Shu only felt a burning pain in front of him.

Looking up and seeing the moist corners of the young man's eyes, Yan Shu felt pity in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Lower your head a little."

Xiao Ming didn't know, so he looked at him, and lowered his head suspiciously.

"A little lower." The man ordered.

Xiao Ming lowered his body, and the two of them were almost face to face.

Yan Shu sighed helplessly, and the tide of hot air he exhaled sprayed on Xiao Ming's wet face, and the man slowly stuck out his tongue, slowly licking away the tears on the boy's face.

The bumpy rough feeling carried a damp heat up his cheeks, Xiao Ming felt a little itchy, shrank his neck, not willing to dodge, and asked with a red nose, "Ashu?"

"Hey, hold me tight."

Xiao Ming subconsciously tightened his arms when he was obedient, and Yan Shu exerted a slight force on the right side of his body, leading Xiao Ming to turn over like a carp. After a moment of upheaval, Xiao Ming's body sank, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man's handsome face with burning eyes.

Yan Shu pecked at Xiao Ming's eyelids, "Untie me."

Xiao Ming twirled Yan Shu's chest with his fingers, and asked cautiously, "Ashu, you, you won't be angry, will you?"

Yan Shu opened his mouth to hold the boy's soft lips, stretched out his tongue to trace Xiao Ming's lip shape carefully, and then pried open the boy's mouth in an attempt to attack the city.

Of course the man is angry, and the man is angry enough to use force to solve the problem.

So the long knife was out of its sheath, the man's knife was extremely sharp, it would break when he blows his hair, and he would not stop until he got out of the sheath and stabbed something.

What Xiao Ming didn't expect was that Yan Shu was not only good in physical fitness, he was like a cannon gun in good physical fitness. He was so good that he was insane, and it was unreasonable. It was much, many, many times more than Xiao Ming's original expectation.

As a result, the pages of the booklet next to the pillow were turned over and over, and the fighting posture changed one after another.

Xiao Ming shook his head and begged unbearably, "Stop, stop for a while."

Yan Shu stretched out his hand to wipe away the small beads of sweat on the young man's lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this posture your favorite?"

The young man kept his mouth shut and lay down under Yan Shu, pretending to be dead.

Yan Shu is angry and funny, the boy said he learned a lot?

Although the young man can make him drunk and dreaming of death by doing nothing, he wants to live or die, Yan Shu raised the corners of his lips, these words are very accurate.

The next day, the soldiers in the barracks saw the general in high spirits and his eyes were full of energy, so they got together and started gossiping.

"Compared to the slump of the previous few days, the general is very..." The military division couldn't find words to describe it.

"Very choppy." Old Wu answered.

"That's right..." The military division twisted his face, trying to describe, "Like... like... like a weasel that managed to steal a chicken..."

Several people looked at the general standing in the distance with a happy face.

"I see, this weasel didn't eat a chicken, it obviously got a brood of chickens..."

Yan Shu didn't know the little Jiujiu in his subordinate's heart, looked up at the sky, and thought happily, when will night come?

Year after year, the soldiers in the barracks found that the general's behavior became more and more strange, and he could be called a sword idiot.

Aside from other things, the general is not a big woman, so why do you always have a silk handkerchief in your armor when you are fighting?

Take the Battle of Boshan as an example, it lasted three months, the smoke was filled with corpses, and the difficult battle was finally won. They yelled wantonly, and some collapsed on the battlefield, laughing loudly with their eyes closed.

Before everyone returned, they saw the general half-kneeling on the ground, holding the sword carefully, wiping away the blood stains on it with a silk handkerchief.

Yan Shu lowered his eyes and sighed dotingly. In his dream, the boy blamed himself for dirtying him again.

The soldiers are a little confused, is the general bewitched?

But after seeing the eccentricity a few times, everyone will get used to it.

The general even has to take a sword with him when he takes a bath. What other crazy things can't be done?

Everyone sighed, the general is really a person who loves swords like his life.

Soon there was a new trend in the border towns and even the Central Plains. Men, women and children, no matter whether they went to the battlefield to fight the enemy or not, everyone had to carry a silk handkerchief in their arms, and a few flowers were embroidered with red silk thread on the silk handkerchief. Come, implying the blood shed by the soldiers on the battlefield, to alert everyone to the hard-won things in front of them.

There is also a competition in the military camp. For a month in a row, whoever has the brightest sword will be honored as the star of the military camp that month. Not only will he win the admiration of the younger brothers, but he will also win the favor of the beautiful girl in the border town. , even the meals are more than twice as good as others.

At night, Yan Shu fell into a dream, the boy was resting against the tree, blowing the wind comfortably with his arm resting on his head.

Yan Shu tipped his toes slightly, leaped lightly, and landed firmly on the tree.

The branch couldn't bear the weight of the two of them, and it swayed up and down. Yan Shu wrapped Xiao Ming in his arms, and said with a blushing face, "I have a bold idea..."

After a while, the branches began to shake slightly, and then became larger, crunching and shaking like a collapse. The whole tree trembled violently, not knowing what fighting cats were hidden in the lush branches and leaves.

When Dashu finally regained his composure, Yan Shu put his arms around the boy in his arms, and said in confusion, "Something is wrong with the soldiers in the barracks recently."

Xiao Ming rubbed his eyes that were about to close, "What's wrong?"

"Everyone doesn't seem to be interested in training recently," Yan Shu frowned, "One or two hold swords all day long and don't know what they're doing."

Xiao Ming tilted his head and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Yan Shu lowered his head, couldn't help smiling, kissed Xiao Ming's forehead, and said softly, "When this battle is won, I'll take you back to the imperial capital to have a look. There are snacks everywhere, and I'm sure I can eat you into a big ball." .”

Yan Shu put his hand on Xiao Ming's stomach, and murmured, "If you eat it into a big ball, maybe you can give birth to a small ball..."

The boy purred.

The general laughed and hugged the person in his arms tightly, the shadows of the trees whirling, the shadows of the wind swaying, is it also such a beautiful scene in the boy's dream?

The author has something to say: affirm (knock on the blackboard), what is in the article is: a brood of chickens, right, not a brood, □□

There is also a hot tide, sprayed on Xiao Ming's face, isn't it □□ (crying with anger)

Jinjiang is too □□!Don't mess with one or two, okay?

...Let's leave the rough work of doing things to Laojiu hiahiahia