Jianghu Love List [travel]

Wu Yuchen said that Duan Xingyu probably didn't enter Fenyan City, and Duan Hongyu believed it.

After all, many disciples of Tianjilou are scattered all over the place, and there are many spies from Tianjilou in Fenyan City. If Xingyu goes to Fenyan City, there is no reason not to contact them.

And Zhan Feiying has already rushed over, even if he didn't find anyone in the city, it can only be said that Xingxing Yu didn't go to the city at all.

He was so anxious just now that he didn't realize it for a while, and it was thanks to Wu Yuchen for reminding him.

So what if I remind him, I still want to stab him to death.

Duan Hongyu has such a temperament, sometimes he is single-minded and sometimes his thoughts are active. Anyway, he is in a state of not stabbing Wu Yuchen... no, it should be a state that he can't get rid of his hatred if he doesn't stab him every day.

Being pushed out, he looked sideways at the man behind him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Come here for you." Wu Yuchen's voice was particularly deep and sweet in the night, although it was cold, it was also gentle.

If someone else heard this, I'm afraid they would be full of joy and joy.

It's a pity that Duan Hongyu just looked away indifferently, and lowered his head to think about his own thoughts.

The carriage that the swordsman had prepared was waiting outside the yard, looking at the simple internal strength but the great potential.

Wu Yuchen bent down to pick him up and carried him into the car, Xiao Xu walked over quickly and wanted to follow him, but was stopped by the swordsman, "Please take the one behind us with us."

Xiao Xu looked at Duan Hongyu and asked with his eyes, Duan Hongyu nodded, there was no need to argue about this, he was going to find Xingyu, not to quarrel with Wu Yuchen.

The carriage was covered with thick cushions, and he leaned on the cushions and reached out to touch it, doubts flashed in his eyes.

This kind of long hair has its own temperature, like a living thing.

Could it be...

Looking up at the man sitting over, he asked, "The fur of the flame beast?"

"Well, taking the skin from a living body can keep the heat for five years, which is good for your body." Shaking off the silver-white cloak in his hand, he wrapped him in his arms, kissed the top of his hair, "close your eyes and rest."

Duan Hongyu looked uncomfortable, and leaned forward to get out of his arms.

"Don't move around." Hold him tight, let him feel the changes in himself.

Duan Hongyu was pushed by him, she turned her head suddenly with anger evident in her eyes, "Are you a pervert!" How many times have you been in love, and you are still so fucking energetic!

Even a saint would get angry if he was treated like this, let alone he wasn't!

I really want to break him off!

"After holding it for so many years, I'm finally free. Of course I will be excited." Seeing him struggling endlessly, Wu Yuchen wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and slowly slid the other hand along his back.

Duan Hongyu's scalp was numb, and he held down his hand, "I'm not moving, so you don't move either." Junjie is the one who knows the current affairs, and now his back is sore and painful, it's better to be honest.

He endures.

Leaning back on the cushion to pick him up and sit on his lap, Wu Yuchen pressed his head down, "Sleep."

What does a human mat feel like?

Duan Hongyu ground her back molars and was forced to lean her face sideways on his chest. It would have been better if there wasn't such a thing pinching him.

The carriage was traveling very fast and stable. Duan Hongyu was tired, but he was worried about Duan Xingyu so he didn't feel sleepy.

There are a few luminous beads in the copper platform on the side wall, the light is bright but not dazzling.

He stared at the beads in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, his eyes were covered by his hot hands.

"I thought you must be very tired." Wu Yuchen turned over, pressed him under him, and didn't let go of his hands covering his eyes.

Feeling his breath getting closer, Duan Hongyu tensed his body and pushed his shoulders with both hands, "I'm tired." Even a martial arts practitioner can't be so indulgent, he doesn't have such a good spirit.

Who are the two of them making up for whom? Why do they feel that what they met was either a pervert or a vixen!

"You can just lie down, I'm not tired." Wu Yuchen pulled off his underpants two or three times, and stretched out his hand to touch the soft and swollen place.

Duan Hongyu's body trembled involuntarily, his hands were tightly grasping his shoulders, his eyes couldn't see anything, his legs couldn't move, he couldn't kick someone, and his body was suppressed, "Don't!"

Feeling the movement of his fingers in her body, Duan Hongyu screamed.

Wu Yuchen stopped and took off the hand covering his eyes.

Duan Hongyu had evil eyes, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"Go away!"

"What will you do if I get lost?" Wu Yuchen was ashamed of Duan Hongyu's words of shamelessness, and the moment he raised his hand to slap him, he struck his acupuncture points first.

Unable to move again, Duan Hongyu really wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.

His legs were lifted, and if his waist was not soft enough, he might have been broken.

"Don't..." He was really scared right now, especially after seeing Wu Yuchen staring at him, he unconsciously fixed his eyes on his face.

Wu Yuchen lowered his head slowly, but his eyes kept meeting him.

"Hmm..." The red and swollen area was licked by the hot and humid tongue, and the root of his thigh was numb.

"This is probably the only place that can still move after pressing the acupoints." Two fingers stretched it open, observing the slight contraction inside with the faint light, Wu Yuchen curled the corners of his mouth, smiling evilly.

Duan Hongyu blushed, angry, ashamed and annoyed.

"Get on if you want to, don't lick me!" His voice was a little loud, the sword driving the cart outside slammed his bare hands, the whip hit the horse's buttocks, and the horse pulling the cart ran faster with a neigh.

Inside the car, Wu Yuchen turned Duan Hongyu over to lie on his side, raised one of his legs and buried himself in him, and quickly hit him.

Duan Hongyu's complexion changed several times. This kind of pain is not the feeling of cutting flesh with a knife, but itching in the pain, and refreshing in the itching.

"Ah, slow down, it hurts!" At this moment, regardless of whether it would be embarrassing for him to shout such words, he just hurts.

Wu Yuchen ignored him, and his movements were not slow at all.

The acupuncture points on his body were untied, Duan Hongyu grabbed his hand, opened his mouth and bit.

See blood.

Wu Yuchen raised his eyebrows and said hoarsely, "Don't invite me."

Licking the blood on his lips and teeth, Duan Hongyu turned his face and stared at him fiercely, "If you can, kill me."

"I can't bear it. If you die, no one will do it next time."

"..."

"Don't forget what I taught you, so as not to waste it." Wu Yuchen speeded up and pulled Duan Hongyu, who was already dizzy, back to reason.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, this kind of thing will be done once.

He didn't need to remind him, even if he was dizzy, he knew he needed to practice double cultivation.

"You, hurry up." The initial pain had long since passed, Duan Hongyu's cheeks were blushing, her body was burning hot, and her legs were even more numb.

Duan Hongyu was so exhausted after exercising that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

Allowing the other party to wrap himself in a blanket and hug him in his arms, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"When you wake up, you will be in Fenyan City." Wu Yuchen kissed his forehead and closed his eyes.

These few hours were really exhausting, but he was quite comfortable.

"Young Master, there is someone stopping the car ahead." The swordsman driving the car spoke, his voice was not low but it didn't wake up the drowsy Duan Hongyu.

This is exhausting.