Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother - Chapter 42

On the first day, Wen Jing sent a total of twelve swords. The beginning was just to fall and climb up. Later, I couldn’t get up to the infuriating, getting more and more heavy, and I had to rest for a long time with a sword.

I was suffering during the day and I had a backache at night. Wen Jing lay in the bed and carefully pondered the words of Duan Xuan. He is obsessed with fascination, slowly igniting the infuriating flow in the body, talking to himself, not sleeping for a night.

On the second day of the sword, Wen Jing took a deep breath and used his mouth to run the infuriating. The sword was swept away by him. It was magnificent and shocked the two butterflies passing by. He even had only one slap, and his **** did not touch the ground.

So Wen Jing got the trick, obsessed with practicing the sword every day. On the fifth day, he even waved one hundred and sixty-two swords and made rapid progress.

On the sixth day, Duan Xuan came and asked Wen Jing how many swords he had. Wen Jing’s heart is playing drums. I don’t know if Duan Xuan has a magical method. Even if he knows how many swords he has, he will not lie to him. He honestly said that he has slashed three hundred and seventy-two swords.

Duan Xuan’s eyebrows will have a wrinkle, but finally hold back and ask: “Are you lazy?”

Wen Jing said: “No.”

“With your qualifications, you should be able to swing six hundred swords.”

Wen Jing did not know how to answer, as if returning to junior high school, the mathematics test was sixty, the parents said angrily: “With your intelligence, you should be able to test ninety!”

So Wen Jing insisted: “Master, I am not lazy at all!”

Duan Xuan seems to have been stunned and angry: “How do you talk to Master?”

Wen Jing wants to cry without tears, really a little back to the middle school. If you say anything wrong, it’s better not to say…

So Wen Jing bowed his head and made a confession.

Duan Xuan said: “Since today, send two hundred swords a day.”

“Yes.” Wen Jing asked carefully. “When did Master start teaching me swordsmanship?”

“After you swing fifty thousand swords.”

“…Yes.” Because of this number, the heart is slightly.

Although the sword is monotonous, Wen Jing slowly finds the slight difference in the flow of the sword when he swings the sword. He carefully studied, staying up all night, even ignorant when eating and sleeping, obsessed with obsession. Slowly, when the sword is being raised, the infuriating trend is on the way, and even a little slow stay is not in one go.

Wen Jing loved the feeling of the sword and the gas, and almost forgot the time.

Therefore, when he was swinging his sword and a familiar handsome figure appeared in front of him, Wen Jing stayed a little.

He put down the sword in his hand: “Senior brother, have you cured those people?”

Jun Yanzhi: “…well, just cured tonight.”

Jun Yan has a modest and gentlemanly state, naturally he will not lose his temper because Wen Jing forgets him, not to mention that he has a business. Jun Yanzhi held back his great grievances and turned his head away to look into the distance. He said: “Are you busy these days?”

“Yes, Master taught me to swing the sword.” So he said that Duan Xuan taught the swordsmanship.

Jun Yan slowly nodded and smiled: “If you don’t build a foundation, you can teach Jian Jian. Master wants to cultivate you.”

“Why do you have to build a foundation before you can learn a sword?”

“Insufficient gas, it will hurt yourself. I think because you have the body of Sanyang, the qualifications are different, Master only teaches you swords in advance.” Jun Yanzhi coughed, pale, and his body slightly trembled.

Wen Jing quickly helped him: “What happened?”

“Don’t work hard, no rest…” Jun Yanzhi leaned gently on Wen Jing’s body.

The warmth of the neck made Wen Jing beat a spirit, and a thin layer of sweat on his body. He was a little awkward, deliberately pulled away, and his voice was a little nervous: “The brothers go to my bed to rest.”

Jun Yanzhi’s face was reddish and he was forced to enter the room without hesitation.

He spontaneously went to bed spontaneously, whispered: “These days are really hard…”

“I know that I was guarding a few days ago.” Wen Jing also sat on the edge of the bed, and took the opportunity to rely on Jun Yan in his arms. Wen Jing’s hand image is not knowing where to put it, sweating his hands, hesitating for a while, finally falling on the shoulders of Jun Yan, but hot and hot.

“Why don’t you come to talk to me?” Jun Yan’s gently ringed his waist, very thin, and an arm could hold it. He spoke in the shoulders of Wen Jing, and his breath was sprayed on the neck of Wen Jing, which made Wen Jing suddenly a wildfire, burning from the blood to the skin, burning his head and stunned.

“I, I have been watching you.” Wen Jing whispered, gently moved his body.

He didn’t know why, he just wanted to look far away and didn’t dare to have any closeness with him.

Maybe that kind of emotion is called inferiority.

Jun Yan looked at him from the bottom up and whispered softly: “Teacher, my body is cold, my aura is not enough…”

His lips are in front, and Wen Jing can’t understand what Jun Yanzhi said. He only thinks that the two thin lips are to be attached, but they are always separated by an inch. The atmosphere is warm and sprayed on their own. On the lip.

Wen Jing looked at two thin lips and became a mass in the brain.

“Teacher, you give me a breath…” The voice of Jun Yanzhi is low, with a hint of ambiguity and dumbness. The voice plunged into the mind of Wen Jing, and it was very tempting to burn away his remaining reason.

The voice did not fall, and Wen Jing was like a little leopard on the body of Jun Yan, biting the lips of Jun Yan.

“Brothers, brothers…” Wen Jing was biting and biting, his voice was tense and rushed, with a trace of fear, and he did not know what he wanted. He knows that he is doing something he shouldn’t, but he doesn’t know how to stop.

Jun Yanzhi surrounded his body and gently opened his lips.

The tip of the tongue meets in each other’s mouth, and Wen Jing is drunk and sucking like drinking alcohol. He didn’t dare to kiss too deep, and his tongue didn’t dare to go in, but he was intertwined with the gentleman’s.

“Teacher, you are seventeen years old this year…” The moment the mouth separates, the breath of Jun Yan.

Wen Jing did not hear clearly. His brain is constantly screaming “Serpent! Don’t touch the brother!”, but his hand timidly explored the neckline of Jun Yan, seeing that he did not resist, difficult to restrain his beautiful clavicle, and sinful and slippery. To his shoulders.

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