In the corner of the church, in a small square room,

O you who confess your original sin to God,

The embodiment of original sin is here,

O sinful self,

Deeply in love with you,

I want to abandon a qiē and fall into hell with you,

So, don't pray to God, don't repent to God,

Throw yourself into my arms.

"How's the date with Xiaobai?"

As soon as he came home, yes, home, for Long Mo, the place where there is Di Lan is his home, and Long Mo met Di Lan who was standing by the door, full of pride in my child's childhood.

Sure enough, I still want to shoot myself to death, is there any, Long Mo thinks that he has been revealing his thoughts openly and secretly in the past ten years, but a certain person who always thinks of himself as his own parent can't understand his confession at all, and sure enough, his actions are still too restrained?

"I didn't date Xiaobai, it's better to date her than to date Dilan." I understand, I should understand, it's already so obvious......

"I won't participate in your young people's activities."

What kind of guy who looks like he's only twenty years old when he's thirty years old, can he complain like this? Will you collapse your image after complaining?

"Where is Dylan old? If you're old, how can I, the guy who walks on the road and is treated like your brother, live? ”

The eternal monastic garment, the eternal tenderness, the eternal pity, and the eternal piety.

Dilan gently stroked the head of the dragon, just like ten years ago, ten years ago, "It's been ten years, the little dragon has grown so big all of a sudden, I still remember that I used to be thin and small like a cat, and in a blink of an eye, I have grown into an adult." ”

Bending down slightly, so that Dylan didn't have to exert too much effort, ten years had made Long Mo accustomed to being touched like a child, and for him, this was his unique enjoyment.

"Dylan, let's sleep together today." Bent over and tilting his head, his dark eyes are full of attachment wrapped in fascination, innocent as a child.

Funny, he kneaded the hair in his hand into a chicken nest, and pinched the face of the cute pretending to be pure with the other hand, which was obviously a handsome face with distinct facial features, and he was always so innocent and childish to him. "I just said that Xiaolongmo has grown up, and now he has immediately become a child again, you, you."

puffing out his cheeks, staring at the round black eyes, and matching the angular face of the dragon, forming a unique contrast cuteness, "I just like Dilan, I just like to sleep with Dilan, doesn't Dilan like it?" ”

"I like it."

The confusion that flashed in Dilan's eyes happened to be remembered by Long Mo, who had always been watching him.

It's night.

The pitch-black canvas is dotted with a few stars, no moonlight, only a faint starlight.

In the empty and silent confessional room of the Church of the Holy Radiance, Dylan, dressed in a pure white shirt, sat alone in the place where the parishioners should have sit, and the empty opposite was his usual place.

[Trigger the target of the strategy at the end of the dragon, the opinion of the end of the dragon is 80%, and the statistical strategy value is 10%. 】

"My lord, I am guilty."

The silent confessional echoed Dylan's voice of incomprehensibility and melancholy.

The door of the small confessional was lightly opened, and the dragon tail shrank behind the door, as careful as a thief.

Such a sneaky dragon end is entirely because of Dilan's abnormal behavior today.

Dilan's life and rest are very regular, basically not much has changed, since I met Dilan, I haven't found that Dilan has changed his schedule since I met Dilan.

According to the usual practice, after dinner, Dylan should pray in a small prayer room specially opened in the backyard residential area, instead of sitting in the confessional room for the confession of the believers in the front of the Shenghui Chapel as it is now, and he is still sitting in the confessional position of the believers.

Because of such a strange phenomenon, Long Mo, who should have been lying on the bed obediently at this time, quietly followed behind Dilan.

"I'm not curious, I'm just a little weird." Long Mo, who turned into a stalker, thought so in his heart.

Actually, seriously, isn't curiosity and strangeness the same thing? No amount of words can change the essence of the stalker at the end of the dragon.

Ryumo hid behind the door, his ears pressed against the door, one eye closed, and the other eye nervously looked at Dilan's back through the crack in the door.

"My lord, I am guilty." Di Lan, who had his back to the end of the dragon, crossed his hands and placed them under his lips, his closed eyes sealed a qiē emotion, only a voice, with a slight tremor, a slight helplessness.

"May you, my listener, not laugh and not pity the confession of a person who suffers, and through your words I see my truth and find myself a helpless sinner, and most fundamentally, your believer has a forbidden love that should not be stored in zài, he is so weak, at first sight, he is full of pity for him, I thought it was love for all beings, but ten years, ten years he has grown up, and this pity has brewed into pity, and the seeds of the taboo that have been nurtured through pity have taken root and sprouted unconsciously, I confess that I am a sinner, and I beg you to have mercy on me with your mercy, and I beseech you to wash away my sins and forgive me a single sin if you do not dig it out. ”

The voice of pain and confusion kept spitting out of Di Lan's mouth, and the dragon outside the door grabbed his collar in disbelief, panting silently, and finally simply covered his mouth, afraid that he would shout if he was not paying attention.

It turns out that this is not his hopeless feelings alone?

It turns out that Dylan also loves him?

It's not sin, how is it sin? If this is sin, why should God wash it away, if God comes to hinder his only salvation in this life, eternal life and eternity, then He will erase the mark of God.

Dylan kept repenting, and the words that came from his mouth were not the words of Dylan, who was obviously sleeping, but always moved.

If it was him, facing the remnants of his past life, the end of the dragon that was constantly shaking his faith in this life, and the lord of his devout faith for thirty years, he would actually be hovering on the edge of the cliff, with the end of the dragon on one side and the faith on the other, if he was not careful, he would be smashed to pieces.

Standing up, Dylan felt a little depressed, if he could seal his memories, then he would definitely seal all these memories, and he would always be driven by these people, he, obviously just wanted to be a lonely person.

The action of Dilan's rise woke up the dragon who was immersed in his thoughts, and the dragon suppressed his ecstasy, carefully retracted his body, and ran away against the wall.

Why is the sky so beautiful? Because the one I love also loves me.

Why is the air so fresh? Because the one I love also loves me.

Why does the idol look so peaceful? Because the one I love also loves me.

Ah, what a joy it is!

In such a short distance from the church to the backyard dormitory, Long Mo replayed one love poem after another in his mind, and the whole person was really not too excited, feeling that he was very close to getting what he wanted.

Obviously mixed-race, but there is a black hair that is as elegant and freehand as a splashed ink scroll, under the fine bangs, there are eyebrows of appropriate shades, and the eyes under the eyebrows are tightly closed, which seem to be narrow and cold, but I don't know, the opening is so soft, so deep, the blue color is like the most beautiful ocean in the world, making people want to float in it forever, the light-colored lips, not thin or thick, a slight smile makes people want to bow and worship, holy, is synonymous with him.

The slenderness of the Orientals and the tall poles of the Westerners make Dylan have a natural clothes rack-like figure, which seems to be thin and weak, but in fact he is the most robust.

If you really want to say how good-looking Dylan is, it seems that he can't say, if he is calculated according to ten full points, his facial features will be six or seven points, but it is Dilan's holy temperament that purifies all living beings and loves the world that makes him rise to the rank of a twelve-point male god.

Long Mo's whole body was stiff, his expression was unbearable, but his eyes were slightly crazy and intoxicated, lying on his side on the bed, in front of him and at hand was the body of the person he was in love with, and he suddenly felt that it was really a death thing for him to ask to sleep together.

Originally, in the past ten years, Long Mo and Di Lan have often slept in the same bed, and the little Long Mo likes to win Di Lan's sympathy with the trick of pretending to be pitiful, and he has to enjoy the pleasure of holding himself in his arms with "warm nephrite". Feel.

Although he has always been in love with Dilan before, because he regards Dilan as too important, although Long Mo hates Di Lan's god, he himself regards Di Lan as his own god, so even if they sleep together, Long Mo never dares to cross a step over the thunder pool, let alone touch it, and even look at it secretly waiting for Di Lan to fall asleep.

Now, I found that my god actually loved him, and he really didn't want to be too excited, but the consequence of being too excited was that he raised his gun and surrendered.

Long Mo bent his body to prevent his own upright. Immediately bumped into Dilan beside him, but he was reluctant to lie flat, and he couldn't see Dilan clearly when he lay down, so Long Mo lay in an awkward posture like this, looking at the sleeping Dilan stupidly.

The extremely transparent cheeks under the faint starlight constantly tempted Long Mo, swallowing saliva, Long Mo gently stretched out his hand to touch Di Lan's cheek, the movements were subtle, his eyes were still observing from time to time, and he found that his movements did not wake Di Lan at all, and Long Mo became more and more presumptuous, sliding from his cheeks to the pale lip flap, and then to his throat, the arteries beating made Long Mo's mood more and more peaceful, as if he was one with Di Lan.

I don't know what the reason is, Dylan actually likes fruit sleep very much, but since the end of the dragon, he has added a pair of trousers to sleep, and his upper body is still fruity.

I don't know if Long Mo is awake or drunk, and the hand that is still at the artery comes to Guolu's chest presumptuously.

With Western descent and wearing long monk's clothes all year round, Dylan has skin fairer than snow, and his calm and never impatient personality also keeps his skin as cool as jade all year round.

Obsessively stroking Di Lanqin's cool and moist skin, Long Mo's left arm, which was originally pressed under him, slowly touched his own strength. Stand.

Long Mo lived for several lifetimes, although he did not break through the age of twenty, but it is undeniable that Long Mo has never been self-sufficient. Stroked, not to mention the side, just said that he was reborn for the first time with so many beautiful women's harem, and it seemed that he didn't need to use the five girls himself. Masturbation is not on the mind at all.

Touching with one hand, the other moving quickly back and forth, Long Mo bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from being too comfortable and making a sound to wake up Dilan, who discovered his ugly side.

After a long time, Long Mo, who was blushing, rolled over and got out of bed with his pants, and looked back at Di Lan from time to time, and found that Di Lan showed no signs of waking up at all, and he hurriedly ran out of the door without even putting on his shoes.

Standing in the bathroom rubbing his pants on white. Burning, Long Mo's face was red and white, red was shy, and he was shy that he actually touched Dilan's chest and was high. It's tidal, white is ashamed, ashamed that he actually sneaked into Dilan, facing Dilan. tide, there is a deep sense of guilt that blasphemed Dilan.

In the end, Long Mo, who was wearing wet pants, lay on Di Lan's side and fell asleep peacefully, but he didn't know that Di Lan should have been sleeping all the time, and after he fell asleep, he opened his eyes in the blue sea.

If Long Mo's face was red and white just now, and now Di Lan's face is bruised, Di Lan couldn't believe that Long Mo was actually touching him and facing him. Masturbation, in fact, he has been awake, just with his eyes closed, wanting to see what the end of the dragon will be, who knows that this is the case?

He felt disgusting, he hadn't had a cleanliness attack for a long time, and he was uncomfortable picking at the place where he had been touched by the end of the dragon, there were already so many worlds, especially in the last world system, I didn't know how to come, and I could only attack the numerical values without really attacking them, so he thought that he would never need to be a strategy target like that again.

For a moment, Chen Gongsheng brand Di Lan really wanted to simply strangle Long Mo, but looking at Long Mo's comfortable sleeping face, Di Lan's eyes darkened and darkened, and finally the hand holding Long Mo's neck was put down.

[Host host, Shengsheng, Shengsheng, don't, if you kill the target of the strategy, the world will be ruined, and you who are attached to Dilan's body will also be scattered.] ]

Actually, wouldn't it be better to be dead?

Or, really abandon all love.

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