After the cannon fodder monk crossed the demon

In late spring, Yuanyang Pavilion outside Chishui City.

The night was dark, and the panting sounded.

I saw the shadows of the clothes under the pavilion, and the man in white clothes was a dusty man, but there was a look of emotion.His lips were seductively red, his cheeks were also flushed, his thin lips trembled slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

A white-haired man sighed:

"Such an excellent nourishing body, why don't you play with it?"

The white-haired man who spoke was Yu Liangxiao, son of the Demonic Acacia——

And what he was talking about was the monk Shen Shu who was leaning on the pillars of the pavilion to support his strength.

Shen Shu's white clothes were stained with blood, adding to the feeling of being sadistic, his chest heaved and heaved, which was indescribably seductive.A few inches of her neck was exposed, and she was as white as snow, but she also had a cold and ascetic face, which was indescribable.

"After searching for a long time, I didn't find Duan Lige, the lord of the Qingyi Sect, but I was able to play with you, so this trip is not bad."

Shen Shu, whose consciousness was already unclear, heard Duan Lige's name, and slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Shu would never have come to this point if he hadn't gone down the mountain to find Duan Lige who fought against the Demon Sect in the Chishui Tower for the order of his master.

Just as he was about to speak, a cold and cruel hand reached for the skirt of his shirt, and ripped it open with a "hiss".

The white clothes were torn to shreds.

"How dare you... touch me!"

Shen Shu's voice was gentle, even if it was angry, he looked up at the sadistic white-haired man through the hazy night, and angrily said.

This place is close to Chishui Tower, where the battle took place, and there are indeed many people coming and going, but few people make a move, and few people dare to step forward to stop the good deed of Mr. Hehuan Yu Liangxiao.

"Okay, okay. Beauty, stop struggling, and I can make you suffer less, otherwise, you will feel better!"

Yu Liangxiao consciously gave a gentle smile, said nothing more, pushed aside Shen Shu's coat with his fingers, and leaned forward.

"Hugh..."

This forced love also has its thrills, Yu Liangxiao laughed viciously, seduced by Shen Shu's impatient appearance of abstinence but unable to withstand the torture of sex.

Shen Shu closed his eyes, but in an instant he made up his mind that he would rather die than follow. He recited the mantra silently, and the long sword that fell to the side suddenly rose and came straight towards Yu Liangxiao.

This is a "can't help" move to destroy others and destroy oneself. Those who have a strong sword will can't do it. Although Shen Shu is a great sword wielder, his sword will is not strong. It was forced when he was desperate. Stuff in the chest.

Yu Liangxiao was startled.

"Jianqi? You...you are a swordsman who practices the way of the sword?"

Before the words fell, the wind of the sword fluttered, and Yu Liangxiao was chopped on the mud outside the pavilion.

Shen Shufei didn't want to answer, he really couldn't speak.He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and with the remaining breath, he held the sword and escaped.

……

Xu Shi bumped into a solid embrace, and was slightly shocked. Shen Shu subconsciously wanted to back away and break free, but someone pressed his acupuncture points and was pressed into the arms in front of him.

"With this ability...you want to save me too?"

The man's sexy and deep voice resounded faintly amidst the turbulent Chishui River in which he was looking for people everywhere, and a blue medicine bottle engraved with the word "Duan" fell down, and the figure had disappeared into the night.

……

When Shen Shu woke up again, it was already sunset, he was leaning on the firewood in the Town God's Temple, the light of the setting sun covered his clean face, and the blood on his body had already dried.

He was woken up by the occasional itch on his face.

Opening his eyes, he saw a slender, handsome man with sword-brows and star-eyed eyes leaning against the pillar, resting with his eyes closed, but his hand was not honest at all, using a straw to tease his eyebrows, eyes and nose.

When Shen Shu went down the mountain to collect, he saw people fighting crickets, and this scene overlapped inexplicably. Although his face was expressionless, he wondered in his heart, did Duan Lige use him as a toy?

Shen Shu tilted his head and avoided it.

"woke up?"

Duan Lige said in a low voice, eyes still closed.

"Senior Duan, you...are you alright?"

"Who should say that?"

Duan Lige is not an idle person, the current head of the famous Qingyi Sect in the cultivation world, 20 years ago in a sword debate in the cultivation world, he was still young at that time, he reached the top of the sword debate and became famous in the world.

Since then, no one in the Jianghu dared to underestimate Qingyizong.

A few days ago, it was rumored from nowhere that the head of the Green Wing Sect possessed the Jianghu Cheat Book Prisoner Immortal Strategy alone, and after hearing about it, there was a great battle in the Chishui Tower.

Shen Shu was ordered by his master to go to Chishui Tower to rescue Duan Lige.

Shen Shu grew up in the Kendo school since he was a child, and was ignorant of the affairs of the world, but along the way, he also secretly speculated about this Qingyi sect master who traveled all over the world. in this way.

Just talking about Duan Lige's unparalleled handsome face, it is by no means like a person who has been famous in the Jianghu for twenty years. And standing romantic.

Shen Shu pursed his lips lightly, and hurriedly pulled his mind back, "Senior, how many days have I been in a coma?"

Duan Lige sneered:

"Jiang Shanqi's apprentice is too useless, a mere Mr. Hehuan can want you." There was ruthless irony in the words.