Daoist is beautiful and delicious

Chapter 11 Burning Passion

"Mo Qingfeng, let go first, and I'll tell you how to do it?"

Mo Qingfeng raised his head and looked at him, Song Yu's scalp was numb, and he grabbed Song Yu tightly, for fear that he would run away.

"I won't run away, really, can you let go first?" Song Yu begged for mercy.

Song Yufu's soft expression softened Mo Qingfeng's originally ferocious expression, let go of Song Yu, and stood by the bed looking at Song Yu.

Song Yu knew exactly where he was fleeing to. This profound Daoist Mo would always catch him, but he couldn't leave Mo Qingfeng like this alone. Although he was not a man, as a man, he knew how to deal with it. , Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand to untie Mo Qingfeng's belt, grabbed the hard object inside and moved.

Mo Qingfeng gasped more and more, hugged Song Yu, and kissed him on the cheek, as if to encourage him.

Song Yu resisted the physical nausea and kept speeding up.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingfeng would still follow suit, and he didn't even need to untie it. He cut Song Yu's belt with one finger and poked it in.

"you……"

Mo Qingfeng's technique was indeed very bad, and Song Yu wondered if he hadn't done it himself, which made Song Yu feel pain for a while, but the two were still intoxicated in the fascination until finally vented.

Mo Qingfeng fell on Song Yu's body panting heavily, and regained consciousness. When he saw his situation clearly, he was so frightened that he immediately got up from Song Yu's body.

"I..." Gao Qixu was a little at a loss, he stood there in a panic, he didn't walk or stand, and he didn't dare to look at Song Yu.

It was the first time that Song Yu laughed when he saw Mo Qingfeng, who usually looked aloof, was so afraid of him.

"What... are you laughing at?" Mo Qingfeng didn't even have the confidence to speak.

"Don't worry about this matter. Brothers will help you. It's good to let out all the medicine in your body, otherwise it will hurt you if you hold it in." Song Yu said.

"Normal?" Mo Qingfeng asked strangely.

"Yeah. Let's go home." After being teased like this, Song Yu lost the interest of staying here. When she got up to tidy up her clothes, she found that her belt was broken, and the clothes in front were even more torn.

Mo Qingfeng's ears were red, he took off his coat and put it on for Song Yu.

When the two returned to the house, they were still the same as before, they didn't mention what happened in Yihong Building, they still slept on the same bed, and lived in peace for a while.

One day, an uninvited visitor came to visit, wearing a blue Taoist robe, the same Taoist robe as the three people I met before, obviously they were all the same type of clothes, but the temperament they wore was quite different. Undeniably noble and elegant.

"Si Xia, the poor Taoist, came here specially to apologize to the second son of Song Dynasty. My three juniors were rude in their words that day. I have already taught them a lesson. This is the heavenly dew from our Shuiyun Temple. Efficacy." Si Xia's etiquette is quite high, and people can't fault it. He is worthy of being the senior brother of Shuiyun Temple and the recognized next-generation head. Song Yu learned this from Mo Qingfeng. No wonder Mo Qing Feng would break his sleeves for him, and such an outstanding person would be respected and admired by many people, both men and women, but only Mo Qingfeng dared to speak out against the worldly views.

Thinking of this, Song Yu felt a little uncomfortable, but on the surface he accepted Si Xia's Tianxianlu politely.

Afterwards, Mo Qingfeng brought his elder brother into the room to chat, and Song Yu naturally crawled into the corner to eavesdrop.

"Qing Feng, stop losing your temper, listen to senior brother, go back and apologize to master." Si Xia said.

"Brother, you have persuaded me many times, but Qing Feng still said the same thing, there is nothing wrong with Qing Feng liking men." Mo Qingfeng said.

"Qing Feng, you... well, I watched you grow up, why are you so stubborn, you won't like men when you marry a wife." Si Xia sighed.

"Brother, you still don't give up? I won't marry Fairy Luo Yuan." Mo Qingfeng said.

marry a wife?Song Yu roughly sorted out the content of the eavesdropping. It turned out that one day Mo Qingfeng confessed to Si Xia. Senior brother had been confessed to by many people, and it was the first time he was confessed by a man. On the road of no return, I told the master, but the master couldn’t accept it, thinking that this was not love, but just a manifestation of his dependence on the senior brother. He beat him, scolded him, but he didn’t change his words, and he just decided to like Mo Fairy Luo Yuan, who had been Qing Feng's matchmaker for a long time, agreed immediately. After Mo Qingfeng found out, he simply ran away from home, and his master expelled Mo Qingfeng from the school in a fit of anger.

"Qing Feng, I've said enough of what needs to be said, you... oh..."

After Si Xia left, Mo Qingfeng said to the door: "Come out, Song Yu."

As soon as Song Yu heard that she was called by name, she stepped out bravely, fanned in her hand, and said with a smile: "The weather is good today, haha."

"It's autumn, you still fan, isn't it cold?" Mo Qingfeng said.

"It's not cold, it's very cool." Song Yu said.

"Just now I got a magic weapon from senior brother. Although it is not as good as the white jade you had before, it can ward off evil spirits. I will lure that demon fox out tonight. After finishing this matter, I will leave." Mo Qingfeng took out a small gourd The pendant is tied around Song Yu's waist.

"What are you leaving? Where are you going?" Song Yu was so excited that he grabbed Mo Qingfeng's hand around his waist.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, there is always a place for me." Mo Qingfeng broke away from Song Yu's hand and shook his head.

"Is it okay if you don't leave, my Song family can provide you with food and lodging for the rest of your life."

Mo Qingfeng shook his head, waved his sleeves, and Song Yu fainted in Mo Qingfeng's arms. Mo Qingfeng carried Song Yu back to the room, put him on the bed, knelt down and stroked Song Yu's face, as if he was stroking Like a precious treasure, she said: "I won't leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." I've fallen in love with you, and I can't bear the eyes of the world, after all, love between men and women is despised.

Mo Qingfeng raised Song Yu's right hand and stroked it lightly. Vicious bruises appeared on the white skin. He pulled out Song Yu's ring finger, stroked lightly with the sword, and dripped the donated blood on the prepared doll.

Kissing Song Yu's forehead lightly, got up and left.