Simon felt a sharp pain in his balls and anus. This crappy computer was becoming more and more blunt in its speech. Who knew it learned this from?
"I'm being subtle enough!" Light Blue complained in frustration. "Take a look at all those psychoanalysis books on my hard drive. They're filled with XX, XX, KOKO, and OO. Not a single one of them can be read aloud without getting blocked. Those who know me know I'm reading psychology books, but those who don't think I'm storing pornographic stories!"
Simon: ...I'm no match for the learned 500t!
While the two were talking, Ming Huan had already arrived at the riverbank of the Nie tribe.
The riverbank had been occupied by a group of primitive people, while Zibai Zhenren was still sitting in mid-air, showing off his power. Seeing Ming Huan, he was no longer as frightened as before. He formed a sword gesture with his hands and shouted, "Monster, where are you running to!"
“Meow!”
The two great gods fought each other, flying over the clouds and biting each other. The earth-shaking ghosts and gods avoided them. Thunderclouds rolled and lightning slanted down in the distance. People nearby prostrated themselves on the ground and raised their hands to worship. They even stopped fighting in groups and just watched the fight between the two gods.
Light Blue took the opportunity to say, "Master, let's run!"
"Run?" Simon also thought it was a good idea. Ming Huan had clearly recovered, even to the point where his powers were higher than they were in modern society. There was no need for him to do anything, especially if he came back after the fight and wanted to be sacrificed. God only knew what the twisted demon would do! Even Simon, a psychiatrist, couldn't predict.
However, perhaps it was an unconscious effect, perhaps it was due to the reality, or perhaps it was due to the strength of the Nirvana tribe, the rope that trapped Simon was tied very tightly and firmly, and he couldn't get rid of it at all!
Simon's hands were red from struggling, but he couldn't get them untied.
Simon: "What should I do?!"
Light Blue: "Master, you weren't like this before. Why did you suddenly become so delicate and easily pushed down? Do you want me to help you analyze it?"
Simon: ...No need for light blue, you can do it.
Qianlan obviously felt that she was not yet capable, so she embarked on the path of psychoanalysis.
"There's an old saying that your unconscious determines your destiny. Why is your fate trapped here at this moment, at this time? It's actually all due to your unconscious wishes! Your unconscious might be eagerly waiting for something to happen between you and Xiao Hei, so it's keeping you tied here..."
Simon: "Really, Light Blue, I know you are very knowledgeable and have read more than me and have a better grasp of professional knowledge than me, but it's really okay!"
Light Blue: "No, no, Master, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. You must be a homosexual!"
Simon was horrified: "Qianlan, don't..."
Light Blue: "See, I was right! Just admit it!"
Simon: ...
Simon could guess the following conversation with his toes.
It's simply a Freudian verdict: If you admit it, then of course you are gay; if you don't admit it, it's resistance, a resistance coming from the unconscious. The reason for the resistance is because your unconscious is screaming its agreement, but you're unwilling to admit it!
Simon sighed and earnestly educated Qianlan, his increasingly outstanding assistant.
"Qianlan, stop talking!"
"No! I've only just begun to enjoy the pleasure of picking up the scalpel of psychoanalysis!"
"Really, stop talking! Your electricity will run out if you keep talking!"
A second of silence, and the light blue battery ran out...
The next second, life was bustling and Ming Huan came back.
The old patriarch ran to Simon nimbly, untied him, and said to Ming Huan flatteringly: "Guardian, he is yours!"
Simon: ...
Ming Huan looked indifferent and said to the people who gathered around him, "Get out! Don't bother me tonight!"
So the old patriarch asked everyone to carry the young patriarch, who was still unconscious and waiting for treatment, out.
There were only two people left in the empty temple.
It's really empty.
Because this is the tallest building here - a building made up of several stone pillars, with large stones laid in the middle and no roof on top.
You can see the stars when you look up. This is the first time the two of them have met alone without being disturbed since they separated.
Ming Huan didn't know what to say for a moment.
Simon rubbed his red and swollen wrist, and as a qualified psychologist, he broke the silence first.
"Are you... hurt?"
As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt that the tone was really wrong. I pretended to be indifferent but there was a slight tremor in my voice.
Simon even suspected that the damn Light Blue had really become an excellent psychologist after being with him for so long that he could see into his unconscious!
Although Ming Huan didn't know what to say, if asked, he would still answer: "I am injured."
"Where is it? Oh my God, you're bleeding!" Simon saw blood flowing down Minghuan's arm. He wanted to reach out and pull Minghuan's arm to take a look, but Minghuan grabbed his hand and pointed Simon's slender fingers at his heart.
"It's very hurt here." Ming Huan's voice was a little hoarse and dull.
Simon was speechless.
"Do you have other cats?" Ming Huan asked.
At this point, Simon couldn't continue his story. Ming Huan was blown to pieces to protect himself at the moment of the Big Bang, and he was transported back to the cave period 30,000 years ago. When faced with this problem again, Simon urged himself to be sincere.
"Actually, it's a foster cat from a neighbor. I wanted to break up with you, so I said it was my new cat."
Ming Huan's eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly hugged Simon in his arms, buried his head in Simon's shoulder, and sniffed the scent emanating from his beloved.
Ah, I feel so content and happy at this moment. Wait, did Simon just say he wanted to break up with me?
If you don't have another cat, how can you just cut off all ties like this?
It's impossible, it will never be possible!
Ming Huan made up his mind and loosened Simon's grip a little.
Simon: Xiao Hei is grown up now... He is more sensible and knows that it is strange for two men to hug each other... Ugh!
The next second, Ming Huan kissed her.
Simon: "Fuck... Ugh..."
Simon struggled hard, but how could a mortal be a match for the Demon Lord? Ming Huan's arms were like iron hoops, tightly grasping his arms. His body also pressed tightly against Simon at this moment, forcing him against a stone pillar.
Simon had nowhere to retreat and could not struggle. His lips were being sucked and bitten continuously, so he could only grit his teeth.
But this clenched teeth couldn't last more than half a minute, then...
She responded to the sucking of that damn Ming Huan.
"Don't... um..." As soon as he spoke, his clenched teeth were pried open and Ming Huan's soft tongue stretched in.
Simon: Why the hell did I say anything just now...
Then began a cat-and-mouse game of chasing, sucking, letting go, and catching again.
Minghuan had no experience in kissing, but he was a cat and was naturally good at it.
After only two rounds, the tingling and numb feeling spread from Simon's lips to his body.
Struggling is futile.
Resistance is useless.
Simon has given up, so let him be!
Ming Huan kept kissing and kissing until he had had enough, then he slowly let go of the person in his arms.
The man's eyes were hazy and his face had a sleepwalking look. His lips were bright red and a little swollen from being kissed. His lips were slightly open, as if he was subconsciously waiting for something.
Not only that, the man's body also honestly showed how satisfied he was with his kiss.
When Ming Huan kissed her just now, he was just eager for it, but now, when he saw the person in his arms like this, he found himself confused and obsessed.
"Simon... I like you." Ming Huan whispered, "I like your voice, I like the way you look, I like when you smile at me, I like when you get angry at me, I like everything about you, everything!"
Simon glanced at Ming Huan and had completely given up his dignity as a human being in his heart.
He said weakly: "As long as you like it..."
Then the next second, he was embraced by the tall man again, and this time, it was more than just a kiss.
He used his hands and feet, and began to make moves in this place where there was no one to worry about.
The kisses followed her lips to her chin, raining down on her neck, and then below her neck.
The faint sounds came from the nostrils of the person in my arms, like heavenly music.
Then, he wanted more, he wanted everything about the person in his arms, he wanted everything about the usually gentle young doctor.
Everything.
Then, the Demon Lord encountered the strongest resistance in his life.
The man practically punched and kicked me, cursing and yelling, and finally threatened: "I can't beat you, damn bastard. If you insist on doing this, I'll get another cat!"
The last sentence threatened the Demon Lord.
He was afraid of this, extremely afraid.
In the end, he had no choice but to let go of the man who was disheveled, messy all over, and whose physical reaction had not yet subsided.
"I... I'm not what you think." Ming Huan said insincerely to stop Simon from getting another cat, "I just wanted to cheer you up... They said it would make you feel more comfortable... Really, I just wanted to make you feel better... After all, as my cat owner, it's important for me to keep you happy."
"Get out!" Simon roared.
Ming Huan was very conflicted. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I show my true form and get out?"
Simon was even more furious: "Get out of here!"
Then a black mist enveloped the tall man. A moment later, a beautiful black cat appeared in the same place. It rolled and then rolled into Simon's arms. Its four claws grabbed Simon's arms, and its green eyes looked at him wetly. The furry claws and nails were retracted, leaving only soft pads of flesh.
"Meow..." The black cat rubbed its head against Simon's arm.
Simon: "Don't even think about that!"
The black cat rubbed its head against Simon's arm again.
Simon sighed and felt that he would never be able to recover in this lifetime and no treatment would be able to cure him!
Helplessly and full of sadness, he reached out his hand and touched the black cat's head.
It is so soft, the hair is so smooth, the soft feeling spreads from the fingers all the way to the heart, and the heart also feels soft.
The black cat took advantage of the situation and crawled into Simon's clothes. Its smooth fur rubbed against his skin, making every pore of Simon feel extremely smooth and soft.
Simon burst into tears, filled with grief: he could resist the other man's strong body, his charming words, even his own desire, but he couldn't resist this wave of hair! What a shame! What a shame!
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