Slag Attack Evolution Manual

The biting coldness of the desk made the little emperor shiver, and goose bumps popped up all over his body.Lu Yikun leaned over and stroked the hair sticking to his cheek, looked at his sweaty face, and made sure that he was still awake.Then he stood up and pulled off his obscene trousers, pointed the handle tip of the whip at the entrance, and slowly swirled it in.

"Ah, don't! National teacher!" The little emperor shivered in pain and cried out hissingly.Constantly struggling to escape this torture.Lu Yikun ignored him.He held down his head with one hand to prevent him from moving, while still holding the whip with the other hand, he inserted it firmly into it.

The tip of the whip is about the size of a baby's fist, and on the outside is a layer of bumpy gold bumps that imitate the shape of dragon scales. It's hard to get in almost halfway through.

Lu Yikun walked away a few steps, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The little emperor was like a fish that was caught ashore and was on the verge of death. He lay naked on the cold desk and took small breaths of air-conditioning. He was trembling slightly because of the pain. His back was covered with intricate welts and swelling. It looks like a beautiful relief art.It must be very painful to have a foreign object inserted in the back, and the position of hanging in the air is also very uncomfortable.But he still maintains this posture, not daring to move with his legs dangling, for fear of pulling things behind him and causing even greater pain.He vaguely thought that the whip had already penetrated his intestines.

Lu Yikun went outside and drank a cup of tea, and when he came back, he saw that the little emperor was already dying.But he wasn't too worried.He knew that the little emperor's life was very tough, and he had a good idea of ​​the scale. He couldn't die at this level.

Picking up the little emperor and walking back to the dragon couch, he let him sit face to face in his arms. He stroked the bruised back pitifully, and asked, "Be patient, I'll take it out for you."

The little emperor leaned against him weakly, just crying, sobbing like a little girl.Lu Yikun put one arm around his waist, and touched the back with the other hand, holding the whip and slowly pulling it back.

As the foreign object left his body, the little emperor screamed again, his voice was broken, and his breath was not complete.He hugged Lu Yikun's neck tightly, but his screams were like moans.

Lu Yikun threw the bloody whip to the ground, then pulled out the gauze tie, tied the little emperor's hands behind his back, and blindfolded the little emperor.

The sudden darkness made the little emperor startled.Fumbling and grabbing Lu Yikun's clothes, he shouted in panic, "Master, I don't want to do this, I want to see you..."

Lu Yikun ignored him.He put the little emperor on his back and hugged him in his arms, lifted one of his legs, and slowly pushed his own into the empty space left after the whip was pulled away, lubricated by the blood.

"Ah! Slow down! Hmm..." The little emperor struggled impatiently.

A faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks, and he leaned against Lu Yikun's chest, heaving passively, like a helpless boat in the stormy waves, he could only rely on Lu Yikun's arms to enjoy himself, in the ultimate indulgence Hmmmm sobbing and begging for mercy.

"...I can't take it anymore, national teacher, national teacher, um..."

Lu Yikun pinched his waist, moved close to his ear and asked him, "Your Majesty, do you still like me now?"

The little emperor turned his face with difficulty, found his lips panting, and sucked deeply.He was panting louder than he was speaking, Lu Yikun listened carefully, only to realize that he had been talking for a long time, and kept saying: "I like you, I like you...!"

Lu Yikun was silent for a second, then pulled the pillow towel from the pillow and forced it into his mouth, not allowing him to speak.Then turn him over and press him into the mattress.Both hands passed under his armpit and grabbed his shoulder, and then stabbed him roughly from behind again.

The little emperor's body was hot and tight, more tender and fragile than any of his previous bed partners.Hearing his intermittent moans and sobs was a direct stimulus to Lu Yikun.

He used all his strength to charge into battle and ravaged the little emperor to death, pounding hard one after another, not for pleasure, but as if he wanted to kill someone, the ruthlessness was filled with hatred, and the little emperor kept crying Shouting, because the momentum was too strong, the little emperor's forehead hit the edge of the bed in front of him, making a loud bang.

The two bodies kept colliding, making the sound of sticky water, and the dragon bed was creaked and shaken constantly.

Later, the little emperor's aura gradually became weaker.Only then did Lu Yikun pull out the pillow towel from his mouth, and hugged him to sit.

He looked seriously at the comatose teenager, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

I don't like him at all.He thought, but he likes me, it seems that I'd better leave as soon as possible.

The little emperor's physical fitness was worse than Lu Yikun had expected. After that night of indulgence, he was raised on the dragon couch for three days before he was finally able to walk tremblingly.

After that night, the little emperor fell in love with Lu Yikun even more.He secretly thought that Lu Yikun must also like him a little bit, otherwise why didn't Lu Yikun treat other people like this?Otherwise, why didn't Lu Yikun just torment him to death in order to gain his status?

So although the little emperor was weak and couldn't touch Lu Yikun as usual, he would fight with real swords and guns, but it was still necessary for Lu Yikun to accompany him tenderly.

Every time he was under Lu Yikun's body, he would be tossed to death once, but after leaving, he was so empty that he couldn't bear it, and eagerly wanted to return to Lu Yikun's side to continue to suffer death.It was like Lu Yikun had an iron chain around his neck, and he couldn't get away no matter what.

In the past few days, the courtiers of Southern Chu stood and waited stupidly in the main hall again and again, and then left the palace with their sleeves angrily while the servant said "retreat".

The prime minister recuperated at home, and the emperor abandoned the government.Hearing the imperial doctor cryptically reveal that the emperor not only has many scars on his body, but also suffered a lot of trauma there... Oh my god, what are these things all about!

The Southern Chu Imperial Mausoleum was built in the mountains, and the pre-opening work was cumbersome. It took more than three months to examine the energy channels, distinguish the qi and divide the yin and yang. After a grand ancestor worship ceremony was held in the temple, it finally officially started.

The morning light is twilight, the sky is clear on the top of the mountain, the forest is verdant, the flags of various colors are hunting in the wind, and the smoke from burning incense in the blast furnace is like mountain mist.

Hundreds of civil and military officials lined up around the Seven Stars Altar, and the gust of wind blew up and down everyone's robes.The little emperor was wearing a yellow shirt with tiger claws and chilong, sitting on the sable cushion of the dragon carriage, holding the tassel curtain hanging beside him with one hand, his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

It's been a while since Lu Yikun and He Yandong brought a dozen Taoist priests in, and five sticks of incense were replaced in the censer, and there was no news from the imperial mausoleum.Such a large group of living people seems to disappear out of thin air, like disappearing into the sea, how can we not cause people to worry?

A black horse is galloping on the mountain road.Aning was dressed in a black outfit, with a simple long sword on his back, and anxiously whipped his horse.Today, the King of Chengdu and Princess Anlan leave Beijing, and he will be considered to have completed the task that Lu Yikun gave.As soon as he was free, he hurried back immediately.

In the past few days, his heart has always been up and down, and he has a vague premonition.

Doctor Yushi stepped forward and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you want to send people in to take a look?"

The little emperor nodded in thought.He was more worried about Lu Yikun's misfortune than Feng Shui being destroyed.No one can kill his national teacher.At the beginning of the mountain range, the master was invited to arrange nine Qimen gossip formations. Although they took the tricks, who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes?

Thinking about it, the little emperor couldn't help but took out the sleeve arrow in his sleeve robe.This is the self-defense weapon that Lu Yikun gave him last night when he was lingering with him.This sleeve arrow was picked up by Lu Yikun from the previous plane.Lu Yikun said to him: "Your Majesty, this is for you to use as your trump card, protect yourself."

This was the first gift Lu Yikun gave him. He was very happy at the time, but when he calmed down and thought about it, he couldn't help feeling suspicious. He secretly wondered why Lu Yikun gave him weapons to protect himself. Could it be that Lu Yikun refused to protect him anymore? ?

Thinking of this, the little emperor became more and more uneasy.

At this moment, a shocking explosion sounded suddenly from the mountain range behind the imperial mausoleum. The entire Fengshen Mountain began to vibrate from within, the surrounding walls shook violently, and rocks rolled down from the cliff!Everyone just felt that the world was spinning, like the end of the world!

"careful!"

"Ah! Run!"

"Escort!"

In the chaos, no one noticed that Aning, who arrived from Wen Xun, had just arrived at the outer edge of the altar.He reined in his horse, rolled down in panic, and flew into the cave.

A group of people on the top of the mountain turned their backs, and the people inside the mountain range were also uncomfortable.

Finding dragon acupuncture points is the special skill of Taoist warlocks. With the help of the little emperor, Lu Yikun found the dragon's veins almost without encountering any obstacles.At stage 4, you can feel the pulsation of the energy cluster even with your eyes closed.

The energy mass of this plane is a mass of milky white light.The light cluster quietly floated in the stone wall, like an eye of a dragon, glowing with holy brilliance in the darkness.

Before coming here, Lu Yikun had an agreement with He Yandong that only half of the energy group could be taken away, and the part taken would be divided into [-] or [-] points.

In order not to make He Yandong suspect, Lu Yikun didn't even bring Aning in.Now, after dismissing the irrelevant people, only he and He Yandong were left in the cave.

Lu Yikun looked at He Yandong, and He Yandong also looked at Lu Yikun.The cave was very damp and dark, with a few torches burning on the wall, and the tongues of fire licked out white smoke, reflecting the faces of the two of them.

He Yandong knew that Lu Yikun did not believe in him.

He Yandong took a step back, and said bitterly: "You go first."

Lu Yikun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "No, you go first."

He Yandong could only walk forward helplessly, reaching for the energy ball.He has captured energy clusters from many planes, and he has rich experience and sophisticated techniques, so he didn't take it very seriously this time.

And the accident happened suddenly when he was immersed in the depression of being suspected!

A terrifying momentum struck from behind!He Yandong's hairs started to rise, and he was about to turn around to resist, but Lu Yikun suddenly hugged him from behind.

He Yandong lowered his head in a daze, and saw a hand protruding from his heart.Crimson and sticky blood ran down the fingers of that hand and dripped into the cracks in the dust and rocks under his feet.