What does Qing Xiao not want? He had never seen Xie Xuanyang so attractive as a goblin, and was stunned.
In Qing Xiao's impression, Xie Xuanyang has always been an introverted person. Even when Shuangxiu had reached his peak, he always bit his lower lip with a blushing face, and let out a few muffled murmurs.
Unbearable sex rarely appears, let alone take the initiative like now.
Qing Xiao raised his hand and pressed Xie Xuanyang's bare shoulders, pulled the person a short distance away, frowned slightly, and looked up and down several times. He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with Xie Xuanyang.
Xie Xuanyang's ink eyes are full of eyes, as clear as the sky after the rain, and like a newborn child, so innocent. He opened his arms and unreservedly displayed the good spring light in front of him in front of Qing Xiao.
He tilted his head suspiciously, with a little grievance in his tone, "Master?"
Qing Xiao looked at Xie Xuanyang even more strangely, and felt that there was something wrong with his Taoist companion. He took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag and draped it over Xie Xuanyang's body, grabbing the person's shoulders and picking him up, asking Bu Wenye to take a look.
Although Bu Wenye is essentially a magic cultivator who is at odds with immortal cultivators, he is indeed a great talent who knows everything. Compared with Qing Xiao, a sword cultivator, he can see what's wrong with Xie Xuanyang.
However, Xie Xuanyang burst into laughter at this time. He held down Qing Xiao's movements and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, Qing Xiao, I'm back."
Seeing his familiar smile, Qing Xiao immediately understood that Xie Xuanyang was just pretending. He lowered his head against Xie Xuanyang's forehead, "Master? Huh?"
Xie Xuanyang took a light bite on Qing Xiao's lips, and said with a teasing, "Yes, lord~human~"
He tapped Qingxiao's heart with his fingertips, and said, "Ten fingers are connected to the heart. As a swordsmith, I use the blood of my fingertips to cut a knife for me. Don't I just have to recognize it as the master?"
Qing Xiao didn't say a word, just staring at Xie Xuanyang's eyes darkened a little.
Xie Xuanyang raised his hand and hugged Qing Xiao's neck again, pressing his voice against Qing Xiao's ear and murmured bewitchingly, "You look like this, do you mean that you don't want me... belong to you?"
Qing Xiao's Adam's apple rolled around involuntarily. The hand that was wrapped in Xie Xuanyang slid down from his shoulders, and slid down the concave line of his back to his waist, and rubbed it at all, causing Xie Xuanyang's skin on his waist to feel numb and powerless out of thin air, and his body couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Soft, slightly trembling.
"It belongs to me?" Qing Xiao's voice became hoarse due to patience, "Completely?"
Xie Xuanyang's breathing became unstable under Qing Xiao's provocation, and he couldn't help but let out a low sigh, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The meat at the waist has always been his sensitive point, and Qing Xiao also grasped this point, but Xie Xuanyang did not want to easily surrender at this time.
He let out a long sigh of relief, resisting the tenderness that ran all over his body, licked the corners of his mouth, and said, "You... do you want me to be your sword of destiny? Two swords of destiny, Daojun Qingxiao It's such a big appetite... Divine Sword is not... um, it's so easy to fully recognize the master."
After all, he rubbed Qingxiao's calf with his bare feet provocatively.
Qing Xiao's eyes sank even more, took a deep look at Xie Xuanyang, kissed his jade-like earlobe, and burrowed his head down between his neck and licked his Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice, " The Divine Sword has spirit, what if I want the Divine Sword to fully recognize its master?"
Xie Xuanyang couldn't help but tilt his head back, and the corners of his eyes were even more red. He said, "Then... let him, have to admit..."
Qing Xiao asked, "How do you have to admit it?"
Xie Xuanyang said in a low voice, "You, are you pretending to be stupid... uh, why are you asking?"
Both of them have reached this point, how could Qing Xiao not understand his hints
Qing Xiao raised his head from his neck, his hand had touched the seam of his thigh from his waist, but his tone was very calm, "I just don't know."
Xie Xuanyang thought: I don't know, why are you still touching me? This fellow is simply guilty of bad taste, and he is clearly trying to force people to say it.
He took a deep breath, smashed the pot and said, "Let him... be powerless to refuse."
A smile flashed in Qing Xiao's eyes, and he raised his hand and hugged him to the still warm sword-forging platform.
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The nine layers of Xuan Lei resounded throughout the imperial city, with great momentum. All the monks in the city knew that there was an artifact in the Taifu mansion. Liu Zhou, Mo Lingyan and the others waited in the sword casting room of the mansion after Xuan Lei passed, but they didn't expect to wait for a long time before Qing Xiao came out.
Mo Lingyan couldn't help panicking, and kept pouring tea and drinking it, trying to use the cold tea to drown out his thoughts that were flying around. Bu Wenye looked at his cup after cup of good tea that spoiled him like boiled water, and felt extremely distressed. After Mo Lingyan finished pouring another pot, he finally couldn't help but said, "Will you taste tea?"
Mo Lingyan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, swallowed it with a grunt, and said, "Why do I have any intention of tasting tea now?"
Bu Wenye gritted his teeth and said, "Don't drink it if you don't want to drink it!"
"But I'm worried! If I don't drink tea, I'll be thinking that something went wrong with Master's sword casting, and Xuanyang couldn't be saved..." Mo Lingyan scratched his head irritably, "Ah! Annoying!"
Bu Wenye said, "What's the use of worrying about it? You don't know how to forge a sword. Besides, the nine layers of Xuan Lei are all down, and Daojun Qingxiao must have successfully forged a sword."
Mo Lingyan exhaled sharply and slammed his forehead against the table with a vengeance. He said, "Then why don't you come out for so long? Xuan Lei has passed for so long! It's been so long!! It's been a day! A whole day! We have been waiting here since last night's Xuan Lei, and now we are all waiting here. It's been a day and a night, and it's evening again, and the master still hasn't come out! Why is it? Why?"
The more Mo Lingyan thought about it, the more pessimistic he became, the more he felt that Xuan Yang could not be rescued, and he was so flustered that he wanted to roll all over the floor.
Liu Zhou heard the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing violently, and couldn't help kicking Mo Lingyan to the ground. He gritted his teeth and said, "Noisy! Stop talking nonsense to me here, there is absolutely no way that something will happen to the young master! Shut up for me!"
Mo Lingyan was even more annoyed.
At this moment, the closed door of the sword casting room finally moved, and it slowly opened from the inside with a click. Mo Lingyan's eyes lit up, he turned over and jumped from the ground and was about to rush over, but Liu Yi tripped over and fell to the ground.
Mo Lingyan let out a cold breath and said, "What are you doing?"
Liu Zhoudu glanced at Qing Xiao, who came out of the sword casting room, and saw a little bruise on his collarbone with sharp eyes. He turned his head and told Mo Lingyan, "Now is not the time to ask him."
Mo Lingyan just felt inexplicable, and said "ah" blankly, "Why? I'll take a look at Xuan Yang."
When Qingxiao came out, Mo Lingyan had noticed that he was holding a person in his hands. Although the person was tightly wrapped in clothes, he couldn't see his body shape, and his face was buried in Qingxiao's arms. Ling Yan would never fail to recognize that it was Xie Xuanyang.
It's just that Xie Xuanyang didn't move, Mo Lingyan was really worried that there was something wrong with his body, just like going up to ask.
Liu Zhou looked down at him, his eyes really hated iron. He said, "What are you looking at? You will only be beaten to death by your master when you see the young master in the past."
Mo Lingyan was even more confused and asked, "Why? Xuan Yang and I are good brothers."
Liu Zhou rolled his eyes helplessly and sighed, "Didn't you find that the young master is actually not wearing clothes?"
Mo Lingyan stuck his head out and glanced at the back of his master who was walking away. He could no longer see the person he was holding in his hands, but he could barely see the person's bare feet and two small wrists. There seemed to be some strange bruises on the fair skin.
He nodded and said, "Oh, it's true. But what does this have to do with me not being able to go up to see? Isn't Xuan Yang wrapped in the master's coat?"
Liu Zhou was even more helpless when he saw Mo Lingyan's silly appearance. He touched his face and said, "Do you really understand or fake it?"
Mo Lingyan blinked and said that he really didn't understand what Liu Zhou meant. At this time, Bu Wenye interjected, "I didn't expect you to be so innocent, little brother Pop, and you don't have a sweetheart yet, do you?"
Mo Lingyan refused to accept it and retorted, "I have it! Who said I didn't?"
Bu Wenye said, "Oh, that must have never been eaten before."
Mo Lingyan slapped his mouth dryly, speechless. Although he has read a lot of books and read countless small stories, he has indeed never opened meat or even drank meat soup, and at most he can only hold the little hand of his sweetheart when he grows up.
He said, "Can't watch Xuan Yang and what does it have to do with me not opening, um...?"
"Little boy, since you haven't driven meat before, it's understandable if you don't understand." Bu Wenye smiled meaningfully, "Come on, let uncle tell you. Do you understand?"
Mo Lingyan just wanted to refute his master as a high-altitude flower, and it was impossible for him to be so cold. He somehow thought of the small story book he had read before. Combined with the strange little dots on Xie Xuanyang's legs, he suddenly understood. .
Well, aren't those little dots almost exactly the same as the description of the traces after the love of fish and water in the small story book
Mo Lingyan's face suddenly turned red, and her eyes fluttered in embarrassment. She wondered why she didn't let him go up to take a look at Xuan Yang's situation, and said that he would definitely be beaten to death by the master if he went up to take a look. No one wants others to see their Taoist companions happy, not even the good brothers of their Taoist companions.
When Liu Zhou saw this, he knew that Mo Lingyan understood. Unlike Mo Lingyan's embarrassment, he was a little angry about it. He looked at the direction where Qing Xiao was leaving and snorted coldly, then turned to Mo Ling and said, "Your master is really a beast."
Mo Lingyan asked in a stunned manner, "Why, why do you say that? What do you want to do with a Taoist companion... um... is it not human nature?"
"Young master was rescued, he just—" Liu Zhou snorted coldly, and then cursed, "Beast!"
The author has something to say: Hey, hey, there is a resurrection cannon that is deliberately guided by the Xuanyang goblin in the middle, you know, it's really not easy to find a reason for the protagonist group to drive, I don't know why I always feel that these two are wow-- --It's normal to be cold
Mo Lingyan: Hey, I was worried outside, but you guys are inside hehehe
Liu Zhou: Bah, Qingxiao dead beasts
Qingxiao: Actually, I refused, but the Taoist companion who just went online. . . a little enthusiastic