Beautiful senior brother can never be enchanted

"Senior Brother,? Senior Brother! Don't, don't, Senior Brother! Stop!"

Struggling desperately, Luo Yueming tried to break free from the shackles of the elder brother, like a dying fish, showing a tense arc of pressure all over his body.

Jun's face turned red in an instant, and his heart trembled numbly, Luo Yueming struggled and roared: "Senior brother, I surrender, I surrender! Senior brother, spare me,? Senior brother, spare me! "

"Which time did I not forgive you? How did you shake like this? Only now do you know that you are called Senior Brother? Is it too late? You and the other Xie Shuanghua,? How dare you flirt with me in front of me, Luo Yueming? Hello Be bold!"

"You even walked with me and him in the darkest part of your heart. What else are you afraid of?"

"Are you having fun?"

Xie Shuanghua's hands were very strong, and he was imprisoned in his arms, tightly attached, without even a single gap.

He is also overwhelmingly upright in height, trapping people within a square inch with ease.

Luo Yueming was so frightened that she quickly bowed her head to admit her mistake, and begged for mercy: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I was wrong,? Senior brother!"

"Yueming, why are you begging for mercy at this moment, senior brother will help you subdue the psychic sail, so you can use this magic weapon to play the song of summoning souls, and save your useless senior brothers and brothers, isn't it good enough for you? "

The voice beside her ears was low and hoarse, and it fell into Luo Yueming's ears with an indescribably coldness, and she couldn't help but flinched a bit.

Surprised, the elder brother's hand still didn't stop, his fingers pinched the end of the flute, turning it deeply and shallowly, shaking the tassel tassels swaying non-stop, smudged with a crystal wet light.

"Brother..."

Luo Yueming had never been promising, so when he bent his waist, he immediately tensed up, and his whole body fell down uncontrollably. The arm that was lying on his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and it hit him hard again. It was brought back to its original position.

Xie Shuanghua whispered jokingly next to his ear, "Why, are you going to kneel again? This psychic sail is shaped like a flute, but it won't withstand your kneeling, if it gets folded inside..."

He didn't continue to speak the rest of the words. Luo Yueming couldn't help but shed tears just listening to the elder brother's speech.

As long as he thought that the flute would be broken, his legs would bear to hold on, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back, rolling down mixed with tears.

Luo Yueming whimpered and said, "Brother, I'm just a fox, what kind of song do you want me to learn?"

"Even if you're a fox, you look smart. Why can't you even understand the melody? You forgot what Liu Yijing said before. He's blaming me for not teaching you well."

The hand slowly lifted the person up a few more points, the surroundings were full of aura, the night was fading, the sky was full of red clouds, and the sky was about to dawn.

The two were still entangled endlessly, and the rays of the sun fell on the two of them, making their eyebrows and eyes more and more sparse.

"Yueming, you are so pitiful, you can still hold back your trembling like this. If the other Xie Shuanghua knew that I helped you to subdue the magic weapon in this way, would he be so angry that he vomited blood and died on the spot?"

Luo Yueming didn't have time to think about whether the other senior brother would vomit blood and die on the spot. What he was most concerned about at the moment was whether he would be played to death by the inner demon.

He said it nicely, and he said with certainty that he wanted to help him subdue the psychic sails, and also teach him how to play the evocation with the flute.

In fact, didn't he just find a reason to imprison him in his arms and bully him in different ways?

What made Luo Yueming feel ashamed and angry even more.

The heart demon twirled the flute and then it spun, and deliberately lifted his fox tail and looped it around his waist at will, revealing the place hidden behind the tail.

Xie Shuanghua slapped him twice on the back, and waited for the boy in his arms to struggle in pain before saying in a low voice: "If you dare to mess around again, you should think carefully about this kind of shame."

Luo Yueming shivered all over, curled up into a small ball, stretched her spine, and reluctantly said: "Brother, don't hit..."

Xie Shuanghua smiled at the corner of his lips, admiring Luo Yueming's distressed appearance, and looked at the young man's Qingjun face with interest, how it was drenched with hot sweat, and how his face was flushed with tears.

In the end, how could he tremble all over, and had to rely on his strength to barely stand still.

"...Brother, brother, please forgive me."

Luo Yueming endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but let out a broken moan from her mouth, shrugged her shoulders, and lay very weakly in Xie Shuanghua's arms, crying in shame: "The flute will break..."

"It won't break, how can it be broken so easily."

Xie Shuanghua ignored it, and waited until the flute had absorbed enough spiritual power before reluctantly taking it out. The originally pitch-black flute also had a strange color at this moment.

"Look how smooth the color is."

Deliberately shaking the flute in front of Luo Yueming's eyes, the wet fringed tassels condensed into crystal water drops, dripping on Luo Yueming's long black eyelashes.

It is said that the ends of his eyes are particularly bright red, and even the tip of his nose is red from crying, his lips are slightly parted, like a stranded fish, struggling hard on the shore, keeping his lips closed, desperately absorbing the mouthful of "sheng" breath.

Luo Yueming's scalp was numb from the humiliation, her toes curled up subconsciously, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water droplets rolled over her face and touched her bright red lips.

Xie Shuanghua pretended to be astonished in his ear, and then gently seduced: "Yueming, the tears shed when you are sad are bitter, but when you are with senior brother, the tears are sweet. You can taste it." taste……"

Luo Yueming was bewitched, she couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north for a while, she only knew to obey the elder brother's words, licking the corners of her lips obediently, a salty taste rose to her taste buds.

When sad, tears are bitter.

Tears are sweet when you are with senior brother.

"...Brother."

"Shhh, don't talk, senior brother will teach you how to play the soul song, okay?"

"Uh, good."

Xie Shuanghua put the flute against Luo Yueming's lips, grabbed his hand from behind, pressed it on the body of the flute, and gently flipped the hand across his waist.

The curly score appeared before the two of them again.

"Come on, calm down, hold the flute steady, and play the Spiritual Song, just like you usually use a magic weapon. To push it with spiritual power, you must start from light to heavy, step by step..."

"But, brother, if you hug me like this, I can't... Uh, I really can't restrain my mind!"

Luo Xiaohu's body suddenly tensed up, the animal's ears pricked up in an instant, and even his eyes widened. When he realized what the elder brother was doing behind his back, his mind flickered, and he almost couldn't hold the flute.

"Why can't you restrain your mind? Yueming, your heart is starting to become impetuous. Playing the flute is the same as your cultivation, you have to concentrate..." The heart demon said as if it was true, holding his hand, Teaching from the side, "If you don't concentrate again, the senior brother will punish you."

Luo Yueming gritted her teeth with hatred, let him concentrate, but let him go! ! !

But any normal man is bullied by the elder brother in his arms, maybe he can't restrain Lao Shizi's mind?

It also made him concentrate and gather energy, let him go from light to heavy, step by step, it was clear that he was going to hook his life!

"Why don't you blow it? Do you want to be punished by your brother?"

Xie Shuanghua's voice was like a basin of ice water on a hot summer day, cooling Luo Yueming from beginning to end.

With a flick of her mind, Luo Yueming knew that if she didn't blow it up, today's matter might not be over, so she suppressed it and started blowing it up.

Unexpectedly, I just played a tune according to the music score, and the sound broke on the spot.

The elder brother taught him by precept and example, and taught him how to go from light to heavy, step by step, one hand wrapped around his waist, and the other pressed the back of his flute.

The palms of both of them felt warm and wet. Luo Yueming almost didn't hold the flute several times. The corners of his lips were pressed against the body of the flute, and an indescribably sweet floral fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Don't shake, the tone is trembling. If you don't learn well, how can you save those disciples? Clenched the flute tightly, and the arms are not allowed to shake anymore."

The voice was extremely light and faint, and it seemed so ethereal, but it fell on Luo Yueming's ears, suffocating with indescribable panic.

After barely playing for a short while, he couldn't continue playing. He bit the body of the flute, holding back his lowered eyes, revealing a white and slender neck.

Sweat was already dripping profusely on it, and it rolled down to the clothes along the skin texture.I just felt that I was about to die in the hands of the elder brother.

No matter how good the concentration is, it will be wiped out in an instant under the step-by-step teachings of elder brother Xin Mo, from light to heavy, by precepts and deeds.

The animal ears swayed up and down feebly, as if the whole person had just been fished out of the water.Luo Yueming never thought that one day, he would play music to senior brother in such a distressed appearance.

"Eldest brother... I don't want to learn anymore, big brother, I don't want to learn anymore."

"It's okay not to learn. As a disciple of Tianjianzong, others can play musical instruments, but you can't. If you spread the word, others should blame me for not teaching you well."

After all, it was Gu Nian who could not stand still, and Xie Shuanghua pulled him into his arms from behind.

He casually held Luo Yueming's waist with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Come up."

Luo Yueming climbed onto Xie Shuanghua's body. In order not to fall off, she had to curl up her legs and put them around the senior brother's waist.

With a posture that ordinary people can't do at all, relying on the strength of the elder brother, it is possible to maintain the balance of the body.

But in this way, it will be more convenient for the elder brother to teach him how to play the Requiem from the shallower to the deeper.

Luo Yueming's tears rolled down her cheeks, her clothes had long been piled up on her waist, and there was a lot of light above her head, and the sky was about to be completely bright.

The two stood on the platform, which was the highest point of Tianjianzong, overlooking the entire Tianjianzong.Usually there are white cranes circling the sky and spirit birds flying.

You can also see the disciple Yujian flying in the mountain gate.Now that the sect is facing a catastrophe, there are no disciples with swords, and even the white cranes and spirit birds are much less.

It's not that Luo Yueming has never done business with his elder brother in the wilderness, but it was all at night, and it was pitch black everywhere, and he couldn't see his fingers.

There is also an enchantment around it, so naturally it is not afraid.

But now they are in the teacher's gate, and it is early morning again, the long hair of the two of them is wet with dew, and hot sweat rolls down their temples.

Luo Yueming blew half a volume of The Spiritual Song desperately, and Luo Yueming's soul almost flew away. He didn't know how many notes he played, and how many times he was taught from the shallower to the deeper.

Only then did the elder brother speak out again, and raised his hand to pinch his wet forehead hair behind his ears, and said with a low laugh: "You can continue to be restless, every time you blow a note, the elder brother will reward you with a grape later." , Let me do the math, how many notes have you broken since the beginning?"

Luo Yueming wept softly and said: "You are clearly embarrassing me! I am a fox, what song do you want me to learn, what kind of mind? Playing the flute is not something that can be accomplished overnight, you have to force me to learn, and... still like this Force me! I don't want to eat grapes!"

"Don't eat grapes?" Xie Shuanghua thought for a moment, then said, "How about lotus seeds instead?"

"That's still grapes!" Luo Yueming hurriedly said, twitching her nose that was red from crying, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's already dawn, and others will see... Let's go inside, shall we?"

He didn't say stop, but tactfully suggested that Xie Shuanghua go in and teach him.

It can be seen that the younger brother always likes to say what he doesn't mean, and he loves him to death, but he still refuses to admit it.

She obviously liked how he bullied him with a slightly humiliating meaning, and even cried and said that she wanted to find another senior brother to come out.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yueming turned out to be such a junior.

"Eldest brother, okay? Just take me in and teach, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that people will see me."

Luo Yueming was completely flattened by the heart demon elder brother, and he didn't dare to talk back, and he didn't mess around anymore. His voice was soft and hoarse, and there was a hint of crying, "As long as senior brother hugs me in, teach me how you want, Just teach it."

It was rare for Xie Shuanghua to see such a soft and lovely Luo Yueming, so he couldn't help laughing.

Now that my junior brother has said so, if I don't finish teaching the whole book of The Spiritual Song today, wouldn't I be disappointing my junior brother's good intentions?

Anyway, he didn't have any deep obsession with the outside, so he simply hugged him tightly, and strode back to the inner room without letting go an inch.

Luo Yueming shrunk into a quail in shame, the animal's ears drooped for a while, and then puffed up for a while, every time the senior brother took a step forward, he couldn't help whimpering.

Really like a fox, he hurriedly used his pointed tail to hook the senior brother's sleeve, and shook it gently, Luo Xiaohu choked up and said: "Senior brother, Yueming will be good, senior brother! Yueming will definitely listen Brother, brother, be gentle with me, okay?"

Xie Shuanghua couldn't help laughing, and felt that the appearance of the little junior was cute everywhere. Although he was cute on weekdays, he was always close to him.

It seemed that the next moment, Luo Yueming would throw herself into another Xie Shuanghua's arms.

"Yueming is so obedient, Yueming is so kind." Xie Shuanghua gave him such a rare comment. After carrying him to the inner hall, he sat cross-legged, imprisoned him on his knees and sat firmly, and urged, "How about you?" Don't you want to blow? You don't have much time left."

Luo Yueming nodded, and just as he lifted the flute to play, the senior brother taught him: "Push with spiritual power, from light to heavy, step by step..."