Nine Thoughts

Lan Lingling has been very active in developing believers recently. During the period when Ling Wuqi was in prison, the Demon Sect had already bought the "old bully's house" near Anle, and some of them planned to transform it into a regular place in the Central Plains of the Burning God Sect. means resident office.

Today, Lan Lingling recruited Bandit A and Bandit B as believers. After a meal, even the positions were arranged. The banquet was over here, and she was planning to take people back. Suddenly she remembered something, and said to Yang Xiaoxiao: " Xiaoxiao, do you want to stay at my house today?" Yang Xiaoxiao asked: "Ah? Why?" Lan Lingling said: "Oh, your master just came home today, and you will definitely do that kind of thing with your adoptive father tonight , it will definitely be terribly noisy, and I won’t be able to sleep well.”

Yang Xiaoxiao was puzzled: "What's the matter?" Ling Wuqi: ""

"" An Hai said, "Well, I guess your sister Lingling wants to whisper something to you about little girls, so go ahead and stay at my sister's house today. Your master came home after a lot of trouble, so take a rest and don't have to go to class in the morning Is it right?" Ling Wuqi said: "Then let's have a day off tomorrow."

"Wow! Thank you Master!" Yang Xiaoxiao happily followed Lan Lingling as soon as she heard that she could rest.

"Then what, that's all for today."

An Dahai said again, "I'm boiling water in the kitchen, Xiaole, you can help Wuqi take a bath.

Do you want Lao Ling to play chess with me in the house? "Ling Qian nodded.

An Le blushed and said, "Father, I'll take the table and wash the dishes first."

"It's okay, throw it away, we'll talk about it tomorrow," An Dahai said, coaxing people to the other side, "You child, go quickly, it's finally home."

Sitting in the hot tub later, with Anle behind him rubbing his back carefully, Ling Wuqi finally let out a long breath. The sense of stability at home made him let go of his exhaustion. Really lighten up.

"It's strange to say," Ling Wuqi said, "It's been seven or eight years since I went out to roam the rivers and lakes at the age of 16. During that time, I wandered outside almost every day. I never thought of going home. Today is the first time. It feels good to be home."

An Le said: "Didn't you miss Master and the family members of the Qingsong Sword Sect when you went out?"

"Thinking is always a little bit thinking, but no one pays attention to me when I get home."

Ling Wuqi said, "It's better when grandfather is around.

Look at my father, he never talked much, and he didn't say a few words when it was so lively today.

As for the other senior brothers, they were often beaten by me when they were young, and they were all afraid of me. "

An Le smiled and said, "Why are you bullying them?" Ling Wuqi said, "It's not bullying either. When I was young, I had a bad temper and often couldn't control my internal energy, and accidentally hurt people.

Only the elder brother is not afraid of me, he is competitive and insists on competing with me, every time he loses, he goes back to study silently, and then turns around and comes back to me to be beaten. "

"It's so funny!" An Le threw away the cloth towel and said, "Brother Ling, wash it yourself first, I'm going to write down the story of your childhood."

Ling Wuqi: ""Wait, don't you want to rub your back?Seeing that An Le really wrote the diary under the candlelight, Ling Wuqi had no choice but to take a bath by himself in depression. It has to be said that this feeling has not been seen for a long time.

Fortunately, Anle's diary was written quickly, and Ling Wuqi just finished taking a bath when he finished writing.

An Le came over with a smile, wiped Ling Wuqi's body, and was about to help him put on his clothes, but saw Ling Wuqi strip An Le off, and grabbed his wrist and went to the bed: "Don't Once you put it on, you will take it off after a while."

An Le blushed slightly: "I'll talk about the matter later, is it cold?" Ling Wuqi entangled An Le with his hands and feet, and got into the bed at once: "It's not cold, it won't be cold if you hold it."

An Le chuckled, and hugged Ling Wuqi's waist.

Ling Wuqi smiled and said, "It's easy to hold."

An Le said: "I don't know what's going on, maybe my head can't remember some things, but my body still remembers."

Ling Wuqi shoved the words between Anle's legs in a rogue manner: "What about this? Do you remember?" Anle was not pretentious, and said frankly, "Maybe you will remember it after doing it a few times."

Hearing this, Ling Wuqi only felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and his semi-soft penis suddenly became hard, sticking straight to An Le's pouch and poking between An Le's legs.

In a daze, An Le clamped her legs subconsciously, and then moved her waist against Ling Wuqi's body.

Ling Wuqi's breathing became heavy, but he still held it back and said: "I really don't know whether you remember or not. You were not like this when we were newly married. You were so stupid at that time. Well, I don’t even know how to do it.”

An Le buried her hot face in Ling Wuqi's neck and said softly, "Brother Ling, to tell you the truth, I have been dreaming recently. I dreamed that I was wearing a skirt and practicing boxing with a group of girls. Sometimes I dreamed that we were worshiping, and there were many people at the scene. Sometimes I dreamed that we were doing that. Every time I think about it, I don’t know this scene. Is it something I imagined by looking at the diary, or is it a scene that actually happened.”

Ling Wuqi smiled and said, "Then how did we do that in our dream?" An Le remained silent, and after a while, he took Ling Wuqi's hand and put it on his hip: "I dreamed, dreamed You touch my back, the more you touch me, the more itchy, I beg you to come in"

"Is it like this?" Ling Wuqi lightly pressed his middle finger on Anle's acupuncture point, lightly or heavily, sometimes stroking the perineum and rubbing the pouch, and sometimes turning it around against the shrinking orifice.

"Yeah..." An Le groaned softly, twisted his waist impatiently, his head slowly hardened, his eyes became wet, obviously emotional, "Brother Ling, don't just mess around outside" Ling Wuqi intentionally Teased him: "If you don't forget it, it will hurt you. When you wake up tomorrow, you won't feel well, and then you'll think I'm a rapist, and you'll arrest me and go to the yamen."

An Le said anxiously: "No, I hung our marriage book on the wall, and you can see it as soon as you open your eyes."

Ling Wuqi chuckled, but after all he was reluctant to bully him too much. He patted An Le's butt lightly, motioning for him to kneel up, and as expected, he reached out and touched the familiar jar of ointment under the pillow: "Then If I hurt you, you have to scream."