Qiang Jin Jiu

Shen Zechuan suddenly learnt Xiao Chiye's last move, threw a drop of water on his face, and seized the opportunity to grab clothing from him.

Xiao Chiye was thrown away by the drops of water and couldn't open his eyes. He stretched out his arm and took off the towel drape, put it on Shen Zechuan's head, and rubbed in a mess. Shen Zechuan was still getting dressed. He rubbed his body and shook his body, hating it so much that he barefooted his chair.

The chair under Xiao Chiye's buttock was kicked back. He immediately stretched his legs and clamped Shen Zechuan tightly. He just dragged him in front of him and rubbed his head like rubbing a dog.

"Then I'll feel free!" Xiao Chiye said harshly.

"With ... you ... eight ... two!" Shen Zechuan rubbed his voice intermittently with a kerchief.

Xiao Chiye tore off the towel, without a word, pinched Shen Zechuan's chin with one hand, and down his neck with one hand, touching the waist and hips.

"My bastard," Xiao Chiye said, "you say I'm my bastard?"

Shen Zechuan's belt was not fastened. The clothes on her body were Xiao Chiye's old clothes. At the moment, it was hanging loose, revealing the collarbone. With the movement of Xiao Chiye, the water droplets on his body wet Xiao Chiye's fingertips and blended into the smooth feel.

"I didn't say it." Shen Zechuan held back Xiao Chiye's hand. "I have three provinces and two sons, so I think about it well."

"You don't understand." Xiao Chiye held Shen Zechuan's hand with his flexible fingers. "The first word I knew was 'Wang Ba Dan', and I said that your second son was a jerk, and I didn't need to reflect on it. Are you too thin? "

"That's because you touched less." Shen Zechuan said coldly.

"Yes." Xiao Chiye pretended not to understand, but wanted to pull another meaning, "I naturally haven't touched your waist a few times."

Shen Zechuan didn't want to play with him anymore. He held his belt with one hand and said, "Since it's touched, it's over."

Xiao Chiye loosened his leg around him, and Shen Zechuan fastened his belt. He was rubbed by Xiao Chiye with a paraffin | rubbed it, his face was rubbed red.

Xiao Chiye felt hot, got up and picked up Dongzhu on the ground, and saw Shen Zechuan's bare legs again. He froze, straightened up very quickly, took two steps back, and approached two more steps, saying, "Sleep."

Shen Zechuan filled a bowl of hot **** soup and sneezed after rinsing.

Xiao Chiye thought he looked sneezing very funny, like a cat ... Xiao Chiye soaked his face with cold water and wiped his face.

"Don't go there." Xiao Chiye dropped his clothes and pointed to his bed. "You sleep in my bed."

Shen Zechuan wiped his mouth and said, "It's better to be respectful then."

He was also polite and sat on Xiao Chiye's bed.

Xiao Chiye moved the table and chairs away, and dragged the Xu Mi couch in the house to the vacated position, leaving Shen Zechuan at a distance from the pier. He lay back on his back, cuddling his arms, and said, "Lanzhou, turn off the lights."

Shen Zechuan blew the light and lay down with his back to him.

It was snowing outside, and the house was hot and quiet.

Xiao Chiye closed his eyes as if falling asleep. He still felt the touch of Shen Zechuan at his fingertips, and it became clearer and clearer in the dark. Xiao Chiye opened his eyes, stared at the roof, and began to want to leave the north sky.

The desireless is sanctified.

When Master taught him to hold the bow, it was the season when the north water grass was plump. He sat on the fence on the edge of the racecourse and looked up at the blue sky.

Zuo Qianqiu asked, "What are you thinking?"

Xiao Chiye had bones around his neck, he shook his calf and said, "I want eagles, Master, I want to fly."

Zuo Qianqiu sat on one side and looked at him, patted him on the back of his head, and said, "You are also a desire-seeking Erlang. But there is no desire in the world to be sanctified. Many things, with **, are cages."

Xiao Chiye couldn't sit still, held the railing with both hands, and hung it upside down, and was covered with grass and dust by the robe. He said, "Want to be human."

"Wanting is the beginning of joy and pain." Zuo Qianqiu held his big bow and wiped it carefully. "If you admit that you are a full-length mortal, you have to gain or lose. If you want, you must get, you are A little wolf with such a character. But A Ye, there will always be many things in the future that you want but never get. What should you do then? "

Xiao Chiye landed on the grass, grabbed his robe and caught a big grasshopper. Holding on to the struggling grasshopper, he said half-heartedly, "Dad said that there is something for those with a will, and there is nothing that cannot be obtained."

Zuo Qianqiu sighed, thinking that he was too young, so he reluctantly pointed at the sky and said, "Okay. Then if you want to fly, can you really fly?"

Xiao Chiye let go of the grasshopper, looked up to the left, and said seriously: "I can learn to tamer from people. I tame an eagle, and its wings belong to me. The sky it flies through is me flying. The sky. Master, man has to be flexible. "

Zuo Qianqiu looked at him for a while, and said, "You are better than me ... I am a fool who will not be able to adapt."

Xiao Chiye learned that the eagle opened his arms, ran a few steps up the grass and said, "I want to train my horse."

"Eagle and horse are both tough characters." Zuo Qianqiu followed him and said, "It seems that we Ye Ye, like those who are difficult to tame."

"Tame," Xiao Chiye said, "I like the process."

Xiao Chiye thought.

He didn't like the process, he was enjoying it, he was fascinated. It ’s like boiling an eagle. It wo n’t let the eagle sleep for seven days, and it wo n’t feed the eagle for four days. You have to hang it until the hairs on its head are swollen. hunt.

Now "sex | desire" is his new eagle.

Xiao Chiye tilted his head slightly and looked at Shen Zechuan's back. The clothes slanted and exposed the back of Shen Zechuan's neck. In the dimness, it looked like a terrific jade.

Xiao Chiye hardened again.

He didn't move or looked away. He didn't believe in such a shallow color | If he could dominate him, he didn't believe he would submit to such a crude instinct.

The next day the sky didn't light up, and the two of them sat up together as if they could finally endure.

The guard who was lying on the roof for a night, gazing at the heat, watching the yam rush in, saying, "Nothing moves at night."

The drinker said, "Nothing."

Holding a pen doubted, "How do you know this?"

After drinking, he moved his body and watched Shen Zechuan go out of the room, saying, "You see that he is acting as usual today, except for the dark, he is clearly resting."

Their two heads turned neatly, and they looked at Xiao Chiye who was going out behind.

Holding the pen said, "... the second son is not very happy looking."

The drinker said, "I am dissatisfied."

Chen Yang looked at Xiao Chiye for his grandmother, and when he saw his solemn look, he said, "Governor, but what happened to him?"

Xiao Chiye said, "Well, that's right."

Chen Yang was shocked and said, "He was last night ..."

"Pretty good at sleeping and pretending." Xiao Chiye tied his wolf with a sword and went down the snow.

Chen Yang caught up and said, "It's not worth today, it's snowing again, the governor ..."

Xiao Chiye turned over and said, "I'm going to see the new equipment. You let Gujin and Ding Tao keep an eye on him."

Chen Yang bowed his head.

Xiao Chiye looked up and shouted at the two people on the roof: "If someone loses it again, you will get out."

The two heads that emerged from the roof nodded together and retracted.

Ding Tao put his pen and Ben back in his arms, and said, "This is all right, from the second son's guard to his guard."

Gujin shook with little wine left and said, "I think he can fight eight by himself, just stare at him."

"Just stare at him." Ding Tao was ready, resting his hands on his lap straight, sitting for a while, and saying, "What about others?"

The two looked at each other, got up at the same time, and said, "Not good!"

***

Shen Zechuan, eating buns, opened the back door of Zhao sin Temple.

Ji Gang was punching in the courtyard. When he saw him coming, he wiped his sweat with a kerchief and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Zechuan said: "If you are busy in a few days, it is convenient today."

Mrs. Qi slept in a pile of paper, snoring loudly. Shen Zechuan and Ji Gang did not enter the house, sitting under the eaves and gossiping.

Ji Gang wiped his face and said, "Isn't there any effort lately?"

Shen Zechuan raised his sleeves, revealing the green marks left when he had a discussion with Xiao Chiye the day before, and said, "There was a fight with Xiao Er."

Ji Gang froze, and then burst into anger: "How dare he hit you ?!"

"I guess I want to see my inner kung fu." Shen Zechuan lowered his sleeves and said, "Master, he is really blessed with a physique that is even better than that of the North King. I ca n’t beat Ji Jiaquan, like shaking a tree, not shaking at all Touch him. "

"Zuo Qianqiu went to Suo Tianguan when he left, and met Feng Yisheng of Suo Tianguan." Ji Gang said, "Feng Yisheng took Zuo Qianqiu as the righteous son and passed on the Feng family swordsmanship to him. When I arrived at Xiao Er, I am afraid that Miscellaneous factions are different from us. But the Ji family naturally has the advantages of the Ji family. If you can really compete on the sword, you can make a difference. "

"The wolf-knife is made by a famous craftsman under the account of Qi Qishuai, cutting iron like mud, and ordinary knives are useless when they meet it." Shen Zechuan thought for a moment.

"The swordsmiths of the Qi family all made 'general knives', which were specially designed for battles on the battlefield. Look at Xiao Er's wolf-knife, if you can go to the battlefield, you can split the human bone straight, completely to fit the kid's arm strength Made. "Ji Gang said as he stepped off the snow on his shoes." Let's have a chance, and we may not be used to it. But you don't need to be in a hurry, Master has already identified it for you. "

"My knife?" Shen Zechuan stunned slightly.

"Jin Yiwei is a good place." Ji Gang smiled at him. "You haven't been here for a long time, and you'll know it later. This is the place where Da Zhou hides and lies. She is a famous craftsman in Qi Zhuyin, and we also have Jin Yiwei. I remember Ji Lei ’s knife, wait for Master to bring you that knife, and then hand it over to your old friends to re-forge. It ’s not worse than Xiao Er's wolverine knife! ”

"Isn't Ji Lei's knife an embroidered spring knife?"

"He usually carries an embroidered spring knife, but he still hides my dad's knife." Ji Gang hummed. "Why isn't he dead? The Dali Temple was sentenced early, and the knife can be sealed in the warehouse. As long as Once in the warehouse, Master has a solution. "

"He has been punished for a long time," said Shen Zechuan, Wen Yan. "He can't stand it anymore."

"I asked the person you were looking for before the autumn hunt, did you find it?" Ji Gang thought of this and quickly asked.

"Find it." Shen Zechuan smiled. "Waiting for him to come out."

***

Xiao Chiye didn't come back for dinner, Shen Zechuan rested in his room. He heard hurried footsteps outside in the middle of the night, and someone knocked on his door.

Shen Zechuan tried to pretend he didn't hear it, so he heard the window ring. Xiao Chiye raised the window with a scabbard and whistleed at him.

Suddenly fell on the edge of the window and looked inward.

"Okay, let's sleep together," Xiao Chiye said unwillingly. "Why are you running back again?"

Shen Zechuan threw a pillow out of the window and Xiao Chiye took it. Shen Zechuan had to get up, holding his blanket to open the door.

Xiao Chiye held his pillow and suddenly smelled, saying, "Are you perfume?"

Shen Zechuan said: "I apply ten pounds of fat powder a day."

"Really." Xiao Chiye laughed.

Shen Zechuan walked ahead, Xiao Chiye stood behind, and even the wind at night couldn't blow Shen Zechuan. His neck was cold, and he looked back frantically.

Xiao Chiye scratched him with his fingers and smelled his fingers again, a little confused.

"What's your taste?" Xiao Chiye said, "It's ..."

Shen Zechuan called the blanket over his head and said calmly, "That's the fire on your own | medicine."

Xiao Chiye stood for a while, and lifted the edge of the blanket with a thunderbolt, covering Shen Zechuan.

Ding Tao, with his head protruding from the eaves, quickly drew out a small book and said excitedly, "Second son, how are you?

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