[Comprehensive] Perfect Lover Cultivation System

Cheng Dieyi's body shuddered three times when he heard the words, and some images that he thought he had forgotten in the long river of time rushed towards his face, carrying a coldness like ice slag, which only made him shiver uncontrollably. trembling.The things that happened in the obscure memory that made him feel heartbroken, in these pictures, the brilliance of the past has clearly faded, leaving only a few fragmented pictures, and it is just these few pictures that remind him every time, I just wish I could shave myself clean from head to toe.

"If Douzi doesn't want to, he can stay here with Mr. Zhao and talk for a while, and I'll come as soon as I go." Yan Hong put Cheng Dieyi, who seemed to be out of his body, into his arms, and hugged this person Yingying But he grasped the waist, but he thought in his heart that it would be better to get fatter.

"No, I'll go!" At this time, Cheng Dieyi didn't notice the intimate posture between him and Yan Hong at all, those past darkness, those things that made him wish he could tear away his flesh and blood Picture a clean and comfortable past, even if it has never appeared on "Little Douzi" in this life, it has actually been imprinted on Cheng Dieyi's soul.It's just that Cheng Dieyi was just an actor in the past, he couldn't control his life and death, and all he could do was follow the trend, which made people feel embarrassed.Now, even though Cheng Dieyi didn't know what Yan Hong had done to let the old eunuch come to plead guilty, he wanted to take a real look at this nightmare in his memory, and see what happened to the old eunuch.

Seeing this, Yan Hong just held onto Cheng Dieyi's waist more forcefully, as if he was conveying his belief and support in this way.Cheng Dieyi felt the power transmitted from Yan Hong's body, and silently moved forward relying on Yan Hong's strength.Seeing the old eunuch kneeling in embarrassment on the ground in front of the theater building, with a depressed expression and begging for help, Cheng Dieyi subconsciously softened his hands and feet.

"Douzi, you can do whatever you want with this old thing." Yan Hong said in a cold voice, but only got the old eunuch's exaggerated begging for mercy. I only heard the pleading voice of the old eunuch, and there was a bit of desolation in this empty room.

It's just that this misery of eight parts true and two parts fake didn't touch Cheng Dieyi at all, he just leaned quietly in Yan Hong's arms like this, and just looked at the embarrassing and rogue in front of him with his eyes fixed. An ordinary old eunuch is not the same as the grinning face in memory.Watching the old eunuch's singing and beating coldly, Cheng Dieyi closed his eyes tiredly until his eyes were sore from watching: "Since he likes to torture people, he also makes people take good care of him." fan."

Cheng Dieyi vaguely knew that Yan Hong had a powerful force in his hands, and he had no intention of seeing the fate of the old eunuch in front of him, but, turning around in such a light way, it seemed that the previous nightmare and torture had been swept away.

Yan Hong naturally left with Cheng Dieyi, so someone will entertain this old eunuch nicely. How many dirty things did the old eunuch rely on his previous power, how many people hate this old guy now .Cheng Dieyi never paid any attention to this person's situation, but after he recovered from his illness, he began to practice drama seriously every day.And the one playing against Cheng Dieyi is naturally Yan Hong.

Sometimes, Cheng Dieyi couldn't help being jealous of Yan Hong's good talent. He obviously didn't see how much effort he spent memorizing his lines and singing, but when playing with him, he seemed to be a big master .The two practiced in such a tacit harmony, and there were only a few people who were lucky enough to see the performance of the two.Cheng Dieyi has put in a lot of effort these days. After understanding his physical condition clearly, he practiced hard again. He thought he had recovered to his best condition, so he also wanted to go on stage and sing. Cheng Dieyi wanted to sing, and this Their play is also on the playlist.It is Cheng Dieyi's demonic obstacle "Farewell My Concubine" in his past and present lives.

Looking at herself imitating her makeup in the mirror, and looking at Yan Hong on the other side, Cheng Dieyi had so many things to say in his heart, but he kept silent. These days, the two of them are getting tired of being together every day. No matter how cold-blooded a person is, they will be melted away.However, facing Yan Hong's increasingly domineering and fiery gaze, Cheng Dieyi couldn't tell whether all this was his fantasy or an illusion he had imagined.

He actually had the illusion that he was Yan Hong's Concubine Yu again, but this time, his King Xiang, would it be another mistake that cost him his life?

The drums sounded, and Yan Hong sang in a decent manner without any hesitation. Looking at Cheng Dieyi, who had lingering and sad eyes in front of him, he actually gave birth to the illusion that he should be the overlord of that concubine Yu. However, Yan Hong is Yan Hong after all. After a short trance, he looked at the expression of Cheng Dieyi in front of him and knew that it was time to take the fruits of victory.The recent warmth has softened Cheng Dieyi enough. He waited for such a long time, and even handed over some of the outside actions to his confidantes. Isn't it just waiting for the confusion in Cheng Dieyi's eyes to dissipate? Has the shadow of the senior brother in Cheng Dieyi's heart been completely replaced by himself?

The two got off the stage, tacitly removed their makeup, and returned to their residence.And there, someone had already boiled hot water for preparation.

"Douzi, can we wash together?" Although Yan Hong asked in a questioning tone, the flames burning in his eyes did not give Cheng Dieyi any room to refuse.

At this time, Cheng Dieyi looked at Yan Hong with the lingering love on the stage, and no matter what Yan Hong said at this time, he would nod in agreement.Cheng Dieyi nodded, and Yan Hong picked up Cheng Dieyi and walked into the bathroom: "Well, it's better to make you fatter."

Putting Cheng Dieyi on the high stool at one side, he naturally untied the opponent's clothes with one hand, and kneaded the texture of the opponent's body with the other hand.At the same time, at the fastest speed, he stripped himself naked.

The bodies of two young teenagers, one has been planned for a long time, and the other is a dream that is instinctively seeking to chase. This time when you come and go to each other, they are both carrying hot domineering and desperate madness.Cheng Dieyi didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, he just felt that Yan Hong had bitten him cleanly, and the soreness was sweeping through every nerve ending in him.But this kind of soreness and itching just made his heart, which was originally empty, really drop to the ground.

It turns out that between men and men, this is how it is!

It turns out that such joy exists.

Cheng Dieyi, who was extremely tired, still bit Yan Hong's shoulder domineeringly, and said: "Hongzi, you are my overlord, my overlord alone, and Yan Hong alone, right? "

Yan Hong half-closed his lazy eyes, if he hadn't thought about Cheng Dieyi's young body now, he would have been a little savvy, he himself was domineering, and seeing Cheng Dieyi's appearance, he was obviously sleepy. He closed his eyes, but still insisted on saying such a word with a cute look, lowered his head and whispered in Cheng Dieyi's ear and promised: "In this life, Yan Hong belongs to Cheng Dieyi, and Cheng Dieyi also belongs to Yan Hong. It doesn't matter Overlord and Concubine Yu, we just belong to each other."

Has nothing to do with Bawang and Concubine Yu, has nothing to do with Bawang and Concubine Yu?

Cheng Dieyi lingered on these words in his mind and fell asleep with tears of joy in the corners of his eyes. Yan Hong carefully picked up Cheng Dieyi to clean up, and brought the boy in his arms into his arms contentedly.But he thought in his heart that they should go too. He originally wanted to send Cheng Dieyi to the other side of the ocean where it was temporarily safe, so as to avoid the coming catastrophe.However, thinking about the domineering little temper of the person in his arms, and thinking that such things happened this time when he was not by Cheng Dieyi's side, it would be safer to bring this little bean with him in person.

"Where are we going?" Cheng Dieyi woke up and found that Yan Hong ordered someone to pack some of his luggage. He has always been a very rational person.Now that he cut off all the grievances and hatreds between Duan Xiaolou and Duan Xiaolou in his previous life, and had a physical relationship with Yan Hong yesterday, Yan Hong is the only one in his heart.He, Cheng Dieyi, was a rootless duckweed. Now that Yan Hong was identified, he would go wherever Yan Hong went.

"This world is going to be chaotic, you man, I really have to be that overlord. But, you must not learn from that concubine Yu, and I will not really hate like a overlord." The information revealed in one sentence made Cheng Dieyi Slightly widened his eyes.And when Cheng Dieyi saw Yan Hong's well-trained army who didn't know when he got entangled, and met with Yan Hong those big figures in various fields who were just hearsay, Cheng Dieyi's heart, It was a little intimidating at first.

He was afraid, afraid that he would be the one left behind again.

It's just that, all the fear and hesitation, Yan Hong slowly revealed those hidden faces in front of him, and Yan Hong was occasionally overbearing to the point that even he had a few more die-hard fans on stage to be jealous, and he used this After some tricks between the beds, Cheng Dieyi gradually felt relieved.I just feel that Yan Hong might be the overlord sent to him by the heavens who took pity on him.

World War II hadn't officially kicked off yet, and under Yan Hong's strong intervention, Dongpu was cut down by him before it officially entered the stage of history.As for the dispute between the two parties in the country, the battle for the Central Plains, after Yan Hong's rapid rise, abruptly reversed the disintegration that would have been caused, established a brand new regime, and ushered in the recuperation of the land of China. good chance.

Here, Dongpu failed to become the black sheep in World War II because of Yan Hong's intervention, but the country d on the other side still launched a wide-ranging battle as described in the historical process.It's just that this time, it's not the M country that has always been adhering to watching tigers fight from a distance, and Huaxia has also gained a lot of benefits in this battle.

Cheng Dieyi, who has been well protected by Yan Hong for all these changes in the general situation, probably has some intuitive feelings when he encounters several times of fighting with people trying to catch him and threaten Yan Hong. At other times, he It's still Cheng Dieyi who likes to enjoy drama, listen to and sing.But later, when countless people rushed to Yan Hong's side like bees and butterflies, Cheng Dieyi learned about Yan Hong's charm and prestige in the whole country.However, in this way, if the jar of vinegar is overturned, it will inevitably be a little fragrant.Every time at this time, looking at Yan Hong, who stands high in front of the people of the country, is like coaxing a child, making himself happy, and can't help giving birth to a bit of smug sweetness.

He muddle-headedly took over the work entrusted by Yan Hong to sort out the country's literary and artistic undertakings. Cheng Dieyi is a person who insists on perfection. Once he takes over this job, he will naturally do his best.What's more, the cultural catastrophe in his memory was too terrible. Now, he has the power to change the entire literary and art world, so he will naturally do it well.

In the end, Yan Hong, who was worried that Cheng Dieyi would be bored at home and found something for Cheng Dieyi to do, became a little depressed.Every time I wanted to ask for joy, I was rejected by the reason that I still have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning. What kind of trouble is it going to be?

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