The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

Poisonous chickens are edible and delicious.

The boy was holding the food in the bowl. The food was delicious, but he was a little absent-minded.

The master met someone who was not kind, and left behind a child.

The child was born without a father, and Master would definitely not tell the child the story of the past.

Master is right, children are innocent, the young man thinks of those poor people who are helpless, fatherless and motherless, and feel sympathetic for a moment.

At the same time, an outrageous idea popped up in his heart: maybe...can he be a stepfather to the master's child?

If he has sex and love with Master, he will be kind to Master, and Master will dote on him, and they still live together. Isn't this similar to husband and wife?

In order to give the child a home, what happened to him sacrificing a bit.

At this moment, Zong Wu said: "It's a bit late today, let's move tomorrow."

Qi Wushen: "..."

Master's words brought him back to reality in an instant, they don't live together, and he is going to move out soon.

After a moment of pause, the young man said, "Master, don't you want to move?"

He felt that it was easy to move out, but difficult to move in again.

"Why?" Zong Wu put down his chopsticks, stared at him coldly, and said again, "You were the one who said to leave just now."

juvenile:"……"

After 2 minutes of embarrassment, he said: "I thought about it, it's more convenient to take care of Master when we live together."

"I don't need your care." Zong Wu glanced at him lightly, his eyes were cold, and the little reddish mole looked darker than usual.

Qi Wushen: "..."

He didn't dare to directly mention the idea of ​​being a stepfather to his child, because he always felt that he would be scolded for telling the truth.

After a short pause, he spoke again: "It's not that I want to take care of the master, but my disciple wants to live with the master."

Hearing this, Zong Wu's pupils shrank sharply, and the expression on his face froze slightly.

But soon, that expression became colder, so cold that it seemed to be able to drop snow scum.

Zong Wu said word by word, with an unusually serious tone.

"I don't know what you think, but that kind of love poison comes every month, and I will never, never have sex with you at other times."

"Ah." The young man came to his senses and asked back, "Master, he... has not unraveled the love poison he put on you."

"No." Zong Wu lowered his head, picking up vegetables with chopsticks sullenly, and his tone was not pleasant.

The young man suddenly realized that the master's sex and love with him was not because of a need, but because of... poisoning? !

He felt inexplicably a little lost.

On the other hand, Zong Wu was not in a good mood either.

Eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, who has just started eating meat, doesn't know how to control, is full of fantasies about certain aspects, and is practical and crazy about certain things. He has tried it once, and he doesn't want to revisit it, let alone understand it again.

He paused, held his chopsticks with his head down, and said in a sullen tone: "If you have any needs, you can solve them yourself, don't come to me."

The boy immediately knew that Master had misunderstood something, but he didn't explain it.

If you say that you stay because you want to be a stepfather to your child, not because you want to have sex or love with the master, then it seems that the description will become darker and darker.

After the meal, neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere became more and more awkward.

This kind of silence lasted until the two finished washing, turned off the lights, and lay side by side on the bed.

This is the last night of sleeping in the same bed with Master. The "cohabitation" life that had just begun ended prematurely.

The young man crossed his hands, lying flat on the bed, and recalled the bloody characters on the branches. Now he only felt that the child in the womb of the master was quite pitiful, coveted before it was born.

But, what's the use of those things for an unformed child?

After thinking about it, he felt as if he had figured out the reason.

The master is high above the ninth heaven, and the child must also be born with immortal bones.A child born with a fairy bone can do many things. He had heard such a story when he was doing missions in the lower realm before. It was a rumor among the demon clan.There are rumors among the monster clan that if you eat the bones of immortals raw, and then swallow their flesh and blood, you can attain Taoism and become immortals, and you can cultivate gods with demon bodies, transcending the six realms, and approaching the way of heaven.

However, this is just a rumor, and no one has been able to realize it since ancient times. After all, the immortal bones are with the Taoist body and soul. If they just kill an immortal, they will only take the immortal bones to the Nether Mansion of the Styx to reshape their physical bodies. , will not give the monster a chance to swallow the bone alive.

There may be a situation where the fairy bone falls off and is swallowed alive. Only this fairy destroys the Tao and creates karma, betrays the innocence, and is abandoned by the fairy way.But this situation is very rare, after all, the nature of people who can ascend is not too bad.

Unborn babies are an exception, their immortal bones are not stable, and they may be separated, which should be the reason why the other party saw the unformed fetus in the womb of the master.

Thinking of this, Qi Wushen felt even more pitiful for the child.

When other celestial beings are conceived, they will stay above the Nine Heavens. The heavens are merciful. They don't need to go out of the lower realms, and they can even temporarily relinquish their celestial duties; and this child...

"cough."

At this moment, a light cough came from beside him.

The young man was called back to his mind, and was about to turn his head slightly, when he suddenly felt the people around him turn over and get up.

"Master, do you want to go out?" Qi Wushen asked.

He and Zong Wu, he was sleeping outside, Zong Wu was sleeping inside, seeing Zong Wu get up, Qi Wushen also got up quickly, who knew that as soon as he lifted up a little, he felt the weight of the master coming down again, and it was pressing towards him. here.

juvenile:"……"

He was a little dazed.

There was no moon in the night, and in the darkness, the two got up and down through a quilt, and the passage of time became slow.

After another moment, he heard Zong Wu speak.

"I can help you too if you need it."

He said again, "However, you can only use your hands."

"And, let's not take this as an example."

Qi Wushen: "..."

After a moment's pause, he said again: "What does Master mean?"

He felt as if he understood it, and then felt that he might have misunderstood something.

Zong Wu didn't speak, his loose long hair fell on the young man's face, scratching it deeply, and the movement of pressing back did not feel oppressive, but made people feel like a big cat curled up on his chest.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "Isn't that what you want?"

Zong Wu thought very simply. He refused the young man's request not to leave during the meal, but after thinking about it afterwards, he felt ashamed. After all, the little apprentice "helped" him, so he had to "return" it anyway.

"I..." The young man opened his mouth, but said nothing.

It's not true to say that he doesn't want to; but when he says he wants to, when he eats, he says he wants to live together, but it's really not for sex or love.

Obviously before coming to Fanchen, although his relationship with Master was not close, it was at least within the normal range.

But recently... the topics between them have started to drift in a strange direction.

——Master is such a cold person, and although he indulges in having fun, he will not indulge in flesh and lust.

"Master, you don't have to force it." The young man pretended to be calm, but he was actually panicked.

With such an awkward posture, he was afraid that if he said he didn't want to think about it now, someone would rush to answer for him later.

After all... a person like Master takes the initiative, who will have the concentration?

The next second, Zong Wu shook his head and said, "I won't force it."

Before the boy could refuse, there was the rustling sound of Jin being rubbed against the clothes.

"Woo..." The young man let out a cry, and Zong Wu immediately stopped moving.

"It hurts?" he asked.

"No." The boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It's just that those jade hands were too cold, but even so, he still gave an instinctive reaction.

Although the young man thought about refusing, but at this juncture, refusing seems to be...

Forget it, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and tomorrow you will think about this strange relationship with the master.

"Master, give me your hand, and I will help you warm."

"Ah."

Zong Wu changed to riding, he sat on the young man, and Qi Wushen rubbed his jade hands in his palms.

The boy said, "Master's hands are always so cold."

Zong Wu gave a shallow "hmm", with a somewhat perfunctory attitude.

It is said that cold hands are a sign of frailty and coldness, but with cold hands like this, I don't know what kind of weakness Master's body has become.

The boy asked again: "Master, the medicine you have been drinking all year round has not cured your body? Do you want to consider changing it? Not for yourself, but also for your child."

Zong Wu said "hmm" again, but his attitude was still very perfunctory.

Qi Wushen understood it and didn't ask any more. Master has been reluctant to mention the medicine and the disease.

"It's warm, it's fine." Zong Wu withdrew his hand, refusing any further contact.

The attempt started again with body temperature, slow at first, and shortness of breath later, at a certain moment, Qi Wushen's rationality completely collapsed, completely occupied by the most instinctive desire to possess and conquer.

The young man rolled over, their positions were upside down, a quilt slipped to the ground, and only half of it was rolled up messily around his body.

"Don't move around." Zong Wu frowned slightly, and said in a warning tone with a bit of displeasure, "I said, you can only use your hands."

"Well, I know." The young man pressed on Zong Wu's body and replied, the master's body was thin, he didn't dare to use force, he could only use his knees to prop up slightly, and put a small part of the weight on it.

He bent down and pressed against Zong Wu, the distance between the two was only a few feet away.

The boy asked: "Then Master, can I kiss you?"

Zong Wu: "..."

For the first time he felt that being too polite was a bad thing.

The young man laughed lightly and said, "Master, if you don't speak, I will take it as your consent."

He said again: "I know that, you have a thin skin."

Zong Wu: "..."

The thin lips parted slightly, and before he could speak, the little apprentice's lips pressed up, and then something soft and slippery penetrated in, not forceful, but with a sense of guidance, enticing Zong Wu to follow his rhythm, chasing after him. lingering.

Lips and tongues intertwined and made the sound of gurgling water, and it didn't take long for Zong Wu's breathing to become unsteady. Even through the dark moonlight, the boy still felt that he could see the blush on Master's face.

"Master, this is the first time I kiss someone like this." He said every word.

Different from the fiery directness of the first time, this kind of casual contact has a long and eloquent feeling, which makes people nostalgic and lingering.

Feeling that pair of jade hands stopped due to rapid breathing, the young man offered to help.

After a while, the two returned to the original posture of lying side by side, but the fingers of both hands were clasped.

The feeling of palms facing each other, as if the mind can also be figured out, the young man felt the master's heartbeat, and knew that Zong Wu must have felt the kiss just now.

That being the case, can he take the opportunity to fight for something for himself?

He remembered the original appeal, turned his head, and said tentatively: "Master, why don't I not move tomorrow?"

Qi Wushen thought about it, who said that masters and apprentices have to behave well and treat each other with courtesy, the master doesn't like to talk at all, why not use this way to exchange feelings?

Zong Wu said, "No, I think you should get out now."

Qi Wushen: "..."

The author says:

I feel... not bad... locked three times...