My magic stick is going to heaven!

An old time 60 years ago, because Wen Fengmian stepped into the formation, reappeared in the eyes of Wen Changlang and Shang Yanzhou. When the light dissipated from him, there was a faint smile on his face, Closed eyes, but will not open again.

But on the road leading to Huangquan, there was a young man in black with long hair and a flamboyant expression. At the end of his line of sight was a handsome young man in white with a jade-like smile.

He has waited for 60 years in Yangshi, and he, on Huangquan Road, has waited for 60 years. My wish in life is to join hands together.

Wen Changlang cried. I don't know if it was because of the departure of the Nine Ancestors, or something else. His eyes fell to one side. Shang Yanzhou, who fainted because he couldn't bear the huge spiritual power of the psychic eye, said in his heart:

Between them, there will never be that step!

Once the great sacrifice begins, it cannot be interrupted.

This great sacrifice helped save the wandering souls in the world, but left the Wen family town in deep pain.

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After the grand ceremony, Wen Changlang found Shang Yanzhou in the library of Yinyangpu. He didn't know when he woke up, or when he found the library.

Wen Changlang only knew that when he saw the old ancient book in his hand, he couldn't hide all of this.

"We met when we were kids?"

"I don't know, I don't remember."

"The eyes in my eye sockets are your... psychic eyes?"

Wen Changlang didn't know whether to nod for a moment, but he shook his head, with a pale face, without saying a word.

The matter has come to this point, even if Wen Changlang doesn't answer, Shang Yanzhou has fully understood.

He put the book back quietly, and asked nonchalantly:

"That's why you approached me in the first place?"

Breathing stagnantly, Wen Changlang shook his head in a panic: "No! I didn't know at first!"

Shang Yanzhou continued to laugh and said, "Why are you so nervous?"

Wen Changlang bowed his head: "I... I'm afraid you will blame me..."

Blame me for lying to you.

The smile on Shang Yanzhou's face got deeper and deeper, and finally reached the bottom of his eyes. He approached Wen Changlang little by little, trapping him on the edge of the tall bookshelf, with a gentle voice:

"Wen Changlang, even if you lied to me, I will admit it when the matter is over. But..."

Attached to his earlobe, nibbled lightly, and then threw a sentence loudly:

"Punishment is necessary, you cannot escape."

There was a sound of tearing, because Shang Yanzhou roughly ripped off the clothes that were not strong because of hand-woven, and threw them on the ground.

Right on the posture, Shang Yanzhou squeezed hard~ into Wen Changlang's legs, rubbing from light to heavy, ambiguous low #groans came out from Wen Changlang's mouth, unbearable and happy#欢乐, resisting and not being able to resist Live the fiery attack.

The gentle smile on Shang Yanzhou's face slowly became deep and hot, his eyes were stained with lust, as if he wanted to devour the people under him.

Pulling down the zipper, releasing the hot #hot that had been imprisoned for a long time, Shang Yanzhou straightened his body up, and stopped at the crease, grinding slowly, with a really terrible rhythm.

Wen Changlang moved impatiently, gouged Shang Yanzhou with his water-soaked eyes, and cursed softly:

"You... want #上# on#! Why are you dawdling... ah! Hmm~"

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of fiery thrusting in, and after the exclamation, there was a shattered moan.

The tall ancient bookshelf behind him swayed with the movement, and after an unknown amount of time, there were a few faint begging sounds from Wen Changlang, who was dying:

"Master Governor, please let me go... please let me go..."