Chapter 196: Shizun, Do You Want to Take a Bath?

In this way, he could no longer rely on Lonemoon. After the meeting, Xue Zhengyong asked Tanlang to go with him to the greenhouse to find Madam Wang and discuss how to track them down together. It was said that every profession had its own specialization. At this point, Chu Wanning could not help, so he could finally relax for a while.

In the evening, he stood by the pontoon bridge of the Red Lotus Pavilion, watching the fish. There was a knock on the door. Chu Wanning said, "Come in."

The moonlight illuminated the youth's face. It was Nangong Si.

"Grandmaster called for me?"

Chu Wanning said, "I heard that you and Ye Wangxi will be leaving the Peak of Life and Death the day after tomorrow. Where do you plan to go?"

Nangong Si lowered his eyelashes. "We plan to go to Jiao Mountain."

Jiao Mountain was a stronghold of the Confucian Wind Sect outside of Linyi. It was an extremely important place for the Confucian Wind Sect. According to legend, the first Sect Master of the Confucian Wind Sect had once made a pact with a Jiao Dragon. After the Jiao Dragon died, its bones turned into a mountain. Since then, all the heroes of the Confucian Wind Sect had been buried there. This mountain guarded the heroic spirits of the Confucian Wind Sect. If there were any intruders or reckless people, they would be executed on the mountain, dying without a complete corpse. Every year, the Sect Master of the Confucian Wind Sect would go there to offer sacrifices. Thus, to put it bluntly, Jiao Mountain was the Confucian Wind Sect's ancestral shrine.

"My father …" Nangong Si's eyes seemed to darken for a moment, then he said, "My father told me that the ancestral shrine on Jiao Mountain contains the treasures left behind by the previous Sect Masters in case the later generations needed them. I think that now is the time to take them out. "

He did not hold back or guard against Chu Wanning, so he naturally told him the location of the treasure. Unlike Xue Meng and the others, he was not as close to Chu Wanning, but they were always connected in countless ways. It was just that, due to a combination of circumstances, he did not become Chu Wanning's disciple in the end.

Sometimes, Nangong Si would think that if his mother had not passed away back then, and if the cruel matter of exchanging one's wife for a weapon had not happened at Jincheng Pond, then the current him, would he have called Chu Wanning 'Master'?

Chu Wanning said, "The Jiao Mountain Road is very long, and I heard that as a sign of respect, one must abstain from eating and drinking for ten days, only then can one enter the mountain smoothly, otherwise one will be rejected by the Jiao Spirit outside the mountain. Since we're going, why don't we complete our fast at the Peak of Life and Death before leaving? "

Nangong Si shook his head. "Nowadays, everyone in the upper cultivation world harbors hatred for Ye Wangxi and me. They wish they could get rid of us as soon as possible. We've been here for a long time. If others find out, we'll only implicate Sect Leader Xue. Let's not stay. "

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"…"

"Fasting for ten days is very dangerous. If you go outside, what if your enemies find you?" Chu Wanning said, "Besides, Sect Leader Xue is kind-hearted and won't let the two of you leave just like that. Listen to me, don't go first. "

Nangong Si had been holding on tiredly for days. Now that he heard Chu Wanning say this, he couldn't help but feel bitter and sour in his heart. He was about to cry.

He suddenly lowered his head and said, "Nangong Si will not dare to forget Grandmaster's great kindness."

"It's just a few days, there's no need to talk about kindness." Chu Wanning said, "Also, there's actually another reason why I called you here."

"Please speak, Grandmaster."

"Previously, I heard Xu Shuanglin say that the spirit core in your body is overbearing, and that it's very easy for you to go berserk. You can ask Madam Wang to take a look at this illness. "

Nangong Si stared blankly for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "This has been a problem of the Nangong Family for generations. Before this, Father had already asked Lonemoon's Cold Scaled Divine Hand to take a look at me. He said that there was no way to suppress it, and that it could only be allowed to develop. Even the best Divine Hand in the world couldn't treat it, so how could Madam Wang have a good idea? "

"It's not that Cold Scaled Divine Hand can't treat it, but rather that he doesn't want to," Chu Wanning said. "There are too many benefits to be gained from the grudges between the sects. It's normal for him to hold back. As for Madam Wang … she has a deep understanding of how to suppress the spirit core. Perhaps she can help you. "

Nangong Si didn't understand. "Why would she want to study this?"

"… It's just a coincidence. Don't ask too many questions. Go. "

After Nangong Si thanked him again and again, he left the Red Lotus Pavilion. Chu Wanning looked in the direction he left and couldn't help but sigh.

He thought, Nangong Si used to be such a high-spirited person. He was arrogant, proud, and loved to laugh when he was in a good mood. When he laughed, his eyes sparkled like the light of the morning sun.

He didn't know when he would see him again.

Just as he was about to return to his room, there was a sudden knock on the door of the pavilion. Chu Wanning thought that Nangong Si had returned because he had something to do, so he said, "Come in."

The door opened, but the person outside wasn't Nangong Si, but Mo Ran. He was holding a wooden basin. He seemed a bit hesitant, as if he didn't want to appear too impulsive. He coughed lightly and said, "Shizun."

Chu Wanning was slightly surprised. "Is something the matter?"

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to take a bath together."

Chu Wanning was a bit choked. His eyes widened, and after a while, he coughed lightly and asked, "Where are we going?"

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Pool of Fine Sound."

"… …"

The Pool of Fine Sound had nine bends and eighteen bends. It was difficult to distinguish one's five fingers. If they found a hidden place, no matter what they did, it wouldn't be easy to be discovered.

He didn't expect that Mo Ran would actually invite him to take a bath there. Chu Wanning was almost a bit scared. He thought that this person was really shameless.

The shameless Mo Ran said, "Xue Meng just came back from taking a bath. He said that there isn't anyone in the Pool of Fine Sound … …" As he spoke, his face became a bit red. He felt that his expression was too naked, so he said, "It's too cold. I think that if Shizun bathes in the pavilion, he might catch a cold … …"

Of course, it was impossible for him to catch a cold. If Chu Wanning wanted to, he could open a barrier to warm up the surroundings. Mo Ran definitely knew this.

He knew, but he still invited Chu Wanning to take a bath at the Pool of Fine Sound. This was clearly Sima Zhao's intention. He actually dared to say that he was afraid that he would catch a cold. He was too shameless.

The shameless Mo Ran looked at him with his dark eyes. "Shizun, are you going?"

"… …"

Chu Wanning knew that if he nodded right now, he would clearly tell Mo Ran that he knew of his wolf's ambition, but he was willing to fall into his mouth.

Fall into his mouth … …

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that night in the inn. Mo Ran didn't hesitate to lay down, giving him a pleasure that he had never felt before.

That pair of eyes were gentle and passionate, misty with the mist of love and desire. When he looked at her, her heart softened and melted.

"Stay with me."

"… … Are you five years old?"

That person with bad intentions smiled and said with a gentle voice, "Yes, it's getting dark. I'm scared of ghosts. I need Brother Wanning to carry me. Only then will I dare to walk at night. "

Bah, so shameless.

But Chu Wanning still went.

The disciples at the Peak of Life and Death were mostly bathing after night cultivation. At this time, there really weren't many people at the Pool of Fine Sound.

Mo Ran lifted the soft muslin curtain. His bare feet stepped on the rainflower stone path. In the vast expanse of steam, he turned his head and smiled at Chu Wanning. He pointed into the distance and then walked over first.

Chu Wanning sneered in his heart. Aren't you scared of ghosts? How come you're walking faster than me?

The Pool of Fine Sound was divided into two large pools, the Lotus Pool and the Plum Pool. Immortal herbs were planted there and the spiritual energy was abundant. Most disciples liked to bathe in these two pools. However, there were also some nameless pools. Those places were very common. Other than when the bathhouse was too crowded and there was no place to go, generally no one was willing to bathe there.

Elder Yu Heng's face was cold and ascetic. He walked alone on the small path. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few blurry figures in the large hot spring pool. However, he couldn't see their facial features. He could only hear the voices of the disciples. They were all chatting and gossiping.

When he got closer to the Plum Pool, the fog was even thicker. He couldn't even see his fingers in front of him.

Suddenly, a large hand reached over and hugged him from behind. Chu Wanning's back was pressed against Mo Ran's hot and firm chest. Perhaps it was because they were too close and he was wearing too little, but he could clearly feel the man's accumulated desire.

Chu Wanning was shocked. He said, "What are you doing? Don't mess around. "

Mo Ran leaned close to his ear and said with a smile, "Brother Wanning, don't walk anymore. There's a ghost in front."

"… …"

Chu Wanning hesitated between "Ghost your head" and "Brother your head". In the end, he scolded in a low voice, "Let go."

Mo Ran didn't let go. Instead, he smiled gently and said, "It's so hard to let go. I can't do it."

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, I'm really sick." Mo Ran said in a low voice, "Look at me if you don't believe me."

Chu Wanning was resolute and decisive. Although his ears were red, he said, "I won't look."

Mo Ran smiled. His voice was a bit hoarse. "That's fine. I'll do as you say."

However, this man's words were pleasant to hear. His hands were completely different. His rough fingertips rubbed Chu Wanning's throat and slowly slid up. Then, he pinched his chin.

"Don't … mess around!"

In the fog, he couldn't see, but his other senses were clearer than usual. Chu Wanning felt Mo Ran's face lower. His hot breath was buried in his neck. He couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother Wanning, why are you trembling? Are you afraid of ghosts too? "

"Don't call me that!"

Mo Ran smiled gently. He hugged him from behind and kissed his neck. He said respectfully, "I'll listen to you. I won't call you that. Then … Shizun, let this disciple help you bathe and change clothes, okay? "

"… …"

It seemed to be worse.

Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore. The steam from the hot spring burned his body and mind. He felt very embarrassed for no reason. He even felt a bit humiliated. The corners of his eyes turned red. He suddenly said, "I won't bathe. I'm leaving."

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned, but he also felt that this person's retreating appearance was really cute and funny. He asked, "Shizun is like this now. Can you leave? What if you're seen by someone? "

Chu Wanning said with a sullen face, "If you're seen by someone, then so be it. Being bitten by a dog is better than messing around with you."

"Bitten by a dog?"

"… … What's wrong?"

Mo Ran smiled. Because of the burning desire, his eyes were dark and not as gentle as usual. He revealed a mouthful of white teeth and leaned close to Chu Wanning's ear.

Chu Wanning originally thought that he was going to say some random vulgar words. Just as he was about to get angry, he heard the man softly and dangerously whisper in his ear, "Oh … … Ow."

"… … What do you mean?"

"You don't know how to imitate it?" Mo Ran was genuinely a little distressed, "I used to have a puppy with blue eyes and three fires. That's what it called."

Chu Wanning was speechless, "I've never heard of it. What's more, why are you imitating a dog for no reason? "

Mo Ran smiled again, "What do you think?"

"… …" Chu Wanning didn't react.

Mo Ran kissed the back of his ear and licked his neck while saying in a low voice, "I've already called it. It was Shizun who said that he'd rather be bitten by a dog."

Chu Wanning froze for a moment. Her blood boiled with a bang.

But that person still added, "Can I bite you now, Shizun?"

Without waiting for him to answer, a heavy and hurried kiss pressed down on him.

Mo Ran originally wanted to stop with a light taste, but he didn't expect that this was drinking poison to quench his thirst. Chu Wanning was his poison, which could destroy his reason and evoke his burning desire.

A light taste turned into a desire to continue, and a desire to continue turned into an inability to stop.

The inability to stop turned into a breath that gradually heated up.

When their lips parted, Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes were somewhat out of focus, but he didn't forget the proper business, "I came here to take a bath. Take a bath first … …"

Mo Ran softly responded. It was a little like a "hmm" and a little like a "hmm". It was a very sexy and hoarse voice. Hearing it at such a close distance, Chu Wanning was still trying to hold on, but he knew that his spine felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and his eyes were burning hot.

His wrist fell into Mo Ran's palm, and that person took him into the hot pool. The sound of the waterfall hid their rapid breathing.

Chu Wanning still couldn't take it. When Mo Ran hugged him and was about to kiss him again, he raised his hand with difficulty and stopped, whispering, "Is there really no one?"

"No, I've seen it all." Mo Ran's voice was boiling hot and slow, hotter than the hot spring water that wrapped around his legs, burning his stomach even more. "Shizun, feel me. Am I really sick? Why is it so hot … … so … … hard. "

"… …"

Chu Wanning's face flushed red. It was really embarrassing. However, his hand was held by Mo Ran, and he couldn't break free. The ferocious tentacles made his head explode, and he was almost numb. He wanted to withdraw, but Mo Ran's strength was too strong. His palm hurt, as if it was going to shatter in his palm.

The young man's breathing was so rapid, so hot, so hot that it was almost cute. The smoke around them was so thick that nothing could be seen clearly. Only that pair of handsome face was clear. His dark eyes were moist because of lust, but also burning because of lust.

Mo Ran's Adam's apple moved. He stared at Chu Wanning's face and whispered, "Shizun, help me … …"

Then, once again, he kissed Chu Wanning's slightly opened lips.

Lust was like a flame that was poured with boiling oil, and water couldn't extinguish it. The heat waves surged, and ten thousand trees turned to ashes.

Under the kiss, their lips and tongues intertwined. Their tongues drilled in to absorb each other's breath, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot. They only felt that it wasn't enough, and wanted more.

Mo Ran brought Chu Wanning to the depths of the hot spring. The spring water was up to his waist. He pressed Chu Wanning against the slippery rock wall, and while passionately kissed him, he tore off the thin bathrobe on Chu Wanning's body. He didn't take it off because he was in too much of a hurry to get into the water.

The rapid water splashed on the rock, creating a curtain of rain. Their ears were filled with the sound of the waterfall, and they couldn't hear anything.

Chu Wanning was pressed against the rock wall and kissed. His clothes were pulled down to his elbows, and he was tied behind his back.

"Don't … … don't … …"

But the shame and stimulation of being tied up made him even more sensitive. He gasped for breath under Mo Ran's comfort. Suddenly, the light red color on his chest was licked by his disciple's rough tongue. He knitted his eyebrows, and his usually solemn face gradually became confused because of lust. His expression of struggling between indulgence and rationality was so sexy that it could drive people crazy.

"Gently, gently … …"

His throat was hoarse. Chu Wanning couldn't help but raise his head. His phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The mist dissipated, covering everything.

Chu Wanning was flipped over. He could feel Mo Ran's thick legs pressing against his own. His face was pressed against the cool rock wall, which made the heat below even more astonishing. He slightly closed his phoenix eyes. He never thought that he would one day be lustful to this extent with his disciple, doing such an erotic thing in the Wonderful Sound Pool, where people could come at any time.

Shame, bewilderment, desire, and excitement caused his gaze to become unfocused.

Suddenly, a thick, hot, and lively thing pressed between his legs, rubbing between his buttocks. He didn't expect it, and couldn't help but gasp, "Ah … …"

The man behind him paused, and then seemed to be stimulated by his heavy breathing. His large hand wrapped around his waist, and he forcefully pushed against him underwater.

Although he didn't go in, and only moved between his legs, Mo Ran was extremely aroused. The person below him was Chu Wanning, and this was the most powerful aphrodisiac for him.

He laid on top of him, and from the surface of the water, it seemed like he was only stirring up a splash. But under the hot spring, his penis was thick and long, and it rubbed hard against the inner wall of Chu Wanning's thighs. Several times, it rubbed against that secret place of warmth. His head was dizzy, and he almost wanted to lift Chu Wan-ning's thighs without a care in the world. He wanted to go in and fuck him, and let that place that he had entered and exited so many times in his previous life swallow and suck him. He wanted to hug Chu Wan-ning and completely possess him. He wanted his legs to wrap around his waist, and he wanted to fuck him until he cried.

"Wanning … …"

His throat was moist and hoarse, and it was full of sparks.

Mo Ran's eyes were dark, and the sound of the water ripples was very similar to the rhythm of copulation in his previous life. The warmth of the hot spring combined with the touch between Chu Wanning's thighs made him realize that he was about to lose his mind.

He gasped, and before he could do something even crazier, he suddenly turned Chu Wanning over. Their chests were pressed tightly against each other's chest, and the waterfall confused their eyes. The hot water splashed on their dazed faces. Mo Ran kissed him fiercely, and in a hurry, he kissed his chin. But soon, he hungrily held his lips with a somewhat violent force.

His other hand reached down and grabbed Chu Wanning's desire, which had also swelled to the point of pain, and pressed it against his penis.

Chu Wanning didn't think that he could do this. This kind of direct friction between desire made him close his eyes, raise his neck, and lightly moan, "Mo Ran … …"

He only had time to vaguely call out his name, and the rest of his voice was sealed between Mo Ran's lips and teeth. Mo Ran hurriedly stroked his and Chu Wanning's desires, rubbing them together, stimulating them. He tightly hugged his shizun, and felt Chu Wanning slightly tremble in his arms. His trembling made him feel pity, adoration, and made him crazy and infatuated.

When the kiss ended, his lips and teeth were wet and sticky. Chu Wanning subconsciously opened his eyes in this beastly passion, and lowered his head to look at the place where the two of them were rubbing against each other.

With just one look, his scalp went numb.

It was the first time he saw Mo Ran's penis so clearly. It was really a blade of flesh and blood, thick and full, and menacing. At this time, because of the passion, that thing was angry, and the tendons were clearly defined. The head of the stem was wet and sticky, and in the rhythm, it rubbed against Chu Wanning's abdomen.

Chu Wanning suddenly closed his eyes. His entire body was trembling, and his mind was in chaos.

How could it be so big … … How could it go in? He probably couldn't even hold it in his mouth, and would vomit. How could it be like this … …

He was extremely ashamed, and the corners of his eyes were burning.

If such a thing went in, would he die?

So those dreams he had before were indeed some unrealistic illusions. Chu Wanning's cheeks were burning red. If he thought about it, how could it be possible … …

How could he kneel on the bed and endure such an intense invasion? How could he accept such a penis, and even shamelessly gasp and moan, like a beast in heat begging for more and more intense sex?

How could he feel comfortable? How could he be penetrated and ejected … …

How could it be possible?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was inconceivable. He felt extremely humiliated and wronged. He even felt a sense of self-contempt, but fortunately, Mo Ran didn't give him too much time to think about it.

Mo Ran's big hand held himself, and also Chu Wanning, and skillfully played with him.

The desire gradually increased, and the veins on his neck protruded and trembled because of the pleasure. Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore, and almost let out a sound.

"Don't shout, the fog here is thick. I can't see people, but I can hear you."

As he said this, Mo Ran's other hand covered Chu Wanning's mouth and nose.

He covered so tightly that in the warm fog, Chu Wanning almost gave birth to a kind of suffocating terrifying boiling. His hands were still tied behind his back by his own clothes, and his voice was also muffled. The feeling of being bound and forcibly taken was so painful and exciting.

"Wu … …"

He was bullied so badly that the corners of his eyes couldn't help but shed physiological tears.

He was like a red-crowned crane on the verge of death, slightly leaning back, exposing his fragile neck, and constantly shaking his head … … No, he really couldn't. Mo Ran didn't let go, but instead leaned over and nibbled on his Adam's apple. Then he faintly raised his eyes, looking at Chu Wanning's painful appearance, looking at him frowning as if he was about to die.

"Shizun … …"

He murmured, and couldn't hold it in anymore. He removed the hand that was covering Chu Wanning, and fiercely kissed him.

The sound of water surged, and the waterfall flowed rapidly.

Chu Wanning was kissed by Mo Ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. His lips were slightly swollen, and he gasped for breath, his eyes unfocused.

Mo Ran hugged him, burying his head in his neck. The desire and panting in the secret hot spring lasted for a long time, and when it was finally about to be extinguished, the two were completely soaked. Hot sweat and hot spring, they were like wild beasts, madly entangling each other, only hating that they couldn't be tighter and denser, that they couldn't completely knead into each other's flesh.

"No … … I really don't want … …" Chu Wanning was almost struggling, the needle-like pleasure made him tremble, "Don't do it anymore, I don't want to do it … …"

Hearing Chu Wanning's low murmur, Mo Ran's eyes grew darker. He kissed his cheeks, and said in a low voice, "Darling, wait a little longer, together with me … …"

His hands moved faster and faster, and his crotch even unconsciously moved against each other. Gradually, the two people had no other thoughts, only the people in front of them, desire, and love.

"Ah … … Ah … …"

When they were releasing, it was too comfortable. Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of having an affair at the Wonderful Sound Pool, but it became more and more intense. Chu Wanning couldn't hold it in anymore, and when he ejaculated, he gasped hoarsely, even forgetting to lower his voice.

The two men were sighing, rough and affectionate, dirty and pure. In their eyes, there was only each other's face when they were at climax, only each other's face … … They kissed again, lingering, moist, and lingering.

"You ejaculated a lot … …" Mo Ran murmured, his voice muddy.

His hands were full of the two's love fluid. His eyes darkened, and he moved closer, intimately wiping it on Chu Wanning's abdomen, following the tight and well-proportioned abs, all the way up to his chest.

Chu Wanning had been trembling in Mo Ran's arms, trembling because of the pleasure and stimulation, which he couldn't control. Mo Ran hugged him, stroked him, and whispered in his ear, "Isn't it very comfortable?"

"… …"

"Next time … … if you're ready … …" Mo Ran kissed him, their sweaty skin sticking together. "Let's do it for real, okay?"

Although he was already prepared, when he heard these words coming from his mouth, in addition to the terrifying anger he saw with his own eyes, Chu Wanning couldn't help but feel his back go numb, and his whole body tensed up.

Mo Ran felt his small muscle movements, and kissed him even more gently.

"I won't let you feel pain, I'll let you feel good … …"

The passion hadn't subsided yet, and they rubbed their ears in the depths of the waterfall.

Mo Ran's voice was full of love and lust, and he said in a low voice, "I'll let you like it, really … … when we go in, maybe a little, but I'll control it … …"

Chu Wanning only felt ashamed, and wanted to run away, but his legs were soft and numb.

"Don't say anymore … …"

Mo Ran probably understood that he wasn't really disgusted, but he didn't listen to him, and his moist lips were still touching his earlobes, extremely seductive, "I'll do it well … … Shizun, if you're afraid of pain, use some medicine, I'll go buy it … … Believe me, once you get used to it, you'll feel very comfortable."

I've seen how you were f * cked until you lost your soul in your previous life.

But at that time, it was because of hatred, because of punishment.

In this life, I only want you to hold me, to be one with your body, never to be separated again. I want you to like me, I want you to feel comfortable, I want you to not forget me.

He kissed him, and his eyes were like fire stirred up by wet firewood. These words were said mischievously yet gently, shamefully yet sincerely, lingering yet fierce.

The first half of the sentence was respectful, but the second half was unqualified.

"My good Shizun, can you let me f * ck you?"