Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

"It's so hot." Wen Yanke looked at Wu Tang, whose forehead was covered with sweat and her cheeks were flushed, and couldn't help being startled, her brows furrowed.

However, in the next moment, he saw Wu Tang Jianfeng turning around, with a trace of killing intent on his face, and that killing intent was undoubtedly aimed at him, the only one here.

Between the lightning and the flint, the shock came earlier than the sense of crisis, and the absurdity like drowning enveloped him, stripping off his instant reaction ability.

Wu Tang raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Wen Yanke's face was slightly pale, and he was supporting him with his body, which was exactly the same as his reaction every time he made a move in the past, as if he was holding a sword in his hand.

Even though the point of his sword had pierced into his body, he still looked like a puppy who trusted his master very much, only looking at him with a pair of wet eyes, without any resistance.

Wu Tang only hesitated for a moment, but the heat in his dantian finally burned all his rationality.

For some reason, this vision was more difficult for him than ever.Whether it's breath or behavior, it's the illusion of the younger brother himself that he raises it, and it makes it impossible for his broken mind to piece together.

Wen Yanke was still supporting Wutang's limp body with downcast eyes. The next moment, she saw Wutang make a movement, and the tip of the sword swayed lightly—his thoughts interrupted by Wutang's killing intent quickly came back.

Wen Yanke held Wu Tang's hand holding the sword, but found that there was no strength in that hand.

When he lightly touched the sword, it fell to the ground with a "clang". At the same time, what captured his vision was Wu Tang's upturned cheek, and the warm touch almost took his breath away.

When the lips touched, Wu Tang was like a pedestrian in the desert seeing the water source. He couldn't wait to suck it, and all the strength in his body was lost. He leaned his whole body weight on Wen Yanke like soft mud. His back was pushed against the wall.

Wen Yanke put her arms around Wu Tang's waist, used her body as a cushion, and slid down against the wall.

How can there be such a real illusion?

Wu Tang took the initiative to end, in exchange for his younger brother's breathing gradually increased, and the pressure on his waist and back of his head became stronger and stronger, the situation reversed instantly, making him almost unable to move.

The fire moved from the dantian to the lips, and then spread to the back of his ears and the side of his neck with the movement of his junior brother. If he had a sliver of reason before, he knew that the person in front of him was an illusion, but now he can't tell the truth from reality.

Fortunately, Wen Yanke woke up quickly, wrapped Wutang in her arms with her long legs, held Wutang's wrists behind her with one hand to stop him from moving around, and sent the spiritual energy along his meridians with the other hand.

"What happened? Are you feeling better now?"

He followed the mark Wu Tang left along the way to find this place, the mark disappeared outside the stone tablet, and he followed in.

Wu Tang only had a clear mind for a moment, and then because Wen Yanke had just tasted the sweetness, Wen Yanke forcibly separated the two of them, making more and more urgent clamor, as if the candy that had just tasted the taste was snatched from his mouth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Although Wen Yanke didn't understand it as well as Yu Ji did, she quickly remembered that Wu Tang had the same appearance during the double cultivation last time, and she could probably guess what Jiang Liu did to Wu Tang.

Wu Tang's lips fluttered, Wen Yanke looked at those rosy lips, put aside distracting thoughts and recognized what Wu Tang said——

"Take off your clothes—want to do it."

Wen Yanke was taken aback, her palms clenched into fists.

Seeing that Wen Yanke didn't move, Wu Tang's instinct drove him to take it by himself. The precious junior brother he wanted was right in front of him, as long as he got rid of the things that were in the way——

Wu Tang released Wen Yanke's restraints, pressed her lips to them again, and began to peel off his collar.

Wen Yanke's hands were hanging by her side, and her upper body retreated slightly, as if she had no intention of cooperating.

"This is a labyrinthine illusion, maybe it will be dangerous."

Wutang's chaotic mind couldn't make him distinguish what Wen Yanke meant, but he was a little puzzled why the phantom today was more reserved than before, but made him more addicted.

But fortunately, the phantom has no ability to resist, it just wraps around his legs and draws them back a bit, making Wutang's movements a bit constricted, other than that, it doesn't take much effort, but breathing is a bit more difficult.

"Senior brother is really capricious." Wen Yanke raised her head, and the words leaked from the intertwined lips and teeth, lingering and ambiguous.

Wu Tang suppressed Wen Yanke's resistance, which he wanted to resist and greet, and got what he wanted without any effort. The spiritual energy in his body began to surge rapidly, forcing him to become more eager, and mist filled his red eyes.

The situation was so chaotic that Wu Tang began to speak indiscriminately. Anyway, there was an illusion in front of him, and the secret fantasies and unspeakable words on weekdays were all confided to Wen Yanke, not so much as an order, but as a condescending coquettish .

Wen Yanke's heart was constricted by the initiative that Wu Tang had never seen before, and her suppressed dark desires burst into flames like a spark in a dry firewood room, and immediately exploded.

The only reason he had left was enough for him to set up a barrier around his surroundings, gritting his teeth in Wu Tang's ear and threatening: "I don't know what will happen next, senior brother."

……

When Wu Tang finally woke up, he found himself lying in an all-too-familiar embrace, he sat up in a daze, and the memory of what happened just now came back to his mind.

He couldn't help being annoyed, even a little self-loathing, he really is a dissolute person by nature.

It's just that the phantom hasn't disappeared yet, which makes him feel embarrassed, he can't do it, he can't do it just now, and he still can't do it now.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Seeing Wutang waking up, Wen Yanke sat up and sighed, with a rather sad look, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He had carefully checked Wutang's body just now, and there was nothing abnormal except that the temperature was a little hot.

Wu Tang looked back, fixed Wen Yanke's eyes, and muttered after a while: "Junior Brother?"

When he was awake, he quickly discovered the difference between Wen Yanke in front of him and the phantom.

"Ok?"

"Are you a real junior?"

Wen Yanke was puzzled, and said with a smile: "Can I still have fakes?"

Wu Tang was surprised and scared at the same time, it seemed that he was not so unrestrained, it was only his body that recognized his junior before him, and he was afraid that if he really hurt his junior just now, he would feel sorry for him and regret it to death.

The junior brother is true, those nonsense words he said when he was unconscious just now...

Wu Tang blushed immediately, and his body froze, but he suddenly realized that the double cultivation just now was also true, no wonder he felt that his body was much lighter than before.

He hurriedly checked his cultivation, and when he entered the secret realm, he was suppressed to the late Golden Core Dzogchen, and now he is still in the late Golden Core Dzogchen. Wu Tang heaved a sigh of relief, looked up at Wen Yanke, and found that his lips were also a little pale, but Xiu But it fell to the first level of Jindan Late Stage.

"I just..."

His heart sank, and he subconsciously recruited his junior brother again?

"It's okay..."

Wu Tang clenched his fists into fists: "Next time, you just knock me unconscious, or tie me up with a rope..." But Wu Tang was still worried, the younger brother might not listen to him, "Or we can just stop here for now. It's better not to meet first."

Wu Tang had no confidence in his self-control, and the only comfort was that Wen Yanke's spirit had recovered a lot.

Wu Tang's eyes were tangled, and she heard Wen Yanke laughing: "You can't use your spiritual sense to contact me here, and it will take me a long time to find you after we separate, and I said that I don't mind being picked up by you."

What he didn't say was that although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that Yu Ji had already made a plan, otherwise he wouldn't let him get close to senior brother easily.

What's more, seeing his senior brother's cultivation base increase because of him, it seems that a part of his body has entered the senior brother's body and merged with him, and there is an invisible bond connecting them, which gives him a secret fanatic pleasure.

Wu Tang was indisputable, he couldn't find a better solution for the external and internal troubles here.

After repairing, Wu Tang and Wen Yanke searched for the exit together in the maze. The maze was so huge that the walls could not be leaped over, nor could it be destroyed by external force. There was only one way to get out, which was to find the exit of the maze.

After hitting a dead end several times, Wu Tang sat on the ground and began to think, if the maze really had an exit——

"We keep walking close to the right hand side. Although we may take a detour, we will definitely be able to get out in the end."

Wu Tang needs to draw runes when refining tools, and complex runes are similar to mazes when enlarged, so it is not difficult to think of this method.

Wen Yanke reacted quickly when she heard the words, and boasted with a smile: "As expected of senior brother."