Chu nightning ate a little, and said angrily: "What to marry, you are a big man, you are not ashamed to say this..."
The ink burned and the smile became clearer: "Then, since you didn't marry me, did I marry you?"
Chu nightning is even more angry, not only angry, but also ashamed.
He couldn't tell Mo Ran even if he killed him, the appearance of the color gourd was exactly what he had dreamed of, and the skin was a little pale.
I won't tell Mo Ran, how they were entangled in each other in that dream, and they made love intensely in hot sweat.
One of the most important things in this world is the skin of his elder Yuheng.
Therefore, Chu night Ning Fuxiu said: "If you talk nonsense again, leave now, and you are not allowed to stay here."
This time the ink burned really honest, sipped his lips, it seemed a bit wronged, but it was still a well-behaved duty, the black eyes looked at him, and took the tip of the nose to rub the cheeks of Chu Wanning, very soft and coquettish Meaning: "Oh, then I won't ask anything, good master, don't drive me away."
"Master is the master, don't add it." Chu nightning was soft and soft in his heart, and he couldn't resist, but he pushed his head over, and said with a straight face, "Don't scream."
"But if you're only called Master, it's not intimate at all."
"Have it?"
The ink burned in a persuasive manner: "Look, I call you Master in front of me. If I call you Master when I'm alone, it's boring, right?"
Chu nightning is not fooled: "No."
"..." The ink burned one move and changed another move, pulling Chu nightning to keep calling, "Master, Master, Master." Every call is sweet and greasy, making Chu nightning back. hairy. In the end, Chu nightning couldn't bear it, and smashed a book next to it on the face of the ink.
"shut up."
The scroll is very thick, but it is light and painless to fall down.
The ink burned and took off the book with a smile, revealing the handsome face behind him: "I'm afraid that I'm used to calling it like this, and I will accidentally call the master in front of people. So, let's think of a different name."
Chu night Ning Meifeng frowned: "You called another name, wouldn't you be used to it, and ran to people to call?"
The ink burned and sighed: "Why don't you always bite the hook."
"..." The description of being bitten by the hook was stabbed, and Chu nightning became more and more unhappy, so he lowered his head and looked at his book, ignoring the apprentice who was lying on the table blowing the broken hair in front of him.
After being in peace for a while, Mo Ran was very disappointed and said: "I want to ask for some good from the master."
"Um?"
"Master and Xue Meng both call you Master. I also call you Master, there is no difference, I, I don't actually want much, I just want to ask for something different... Only I can call."
Chu nightning stopped his movements, straightened up, and looked at him.
"I don't call it often." The thick and slender eyelashes of the ink burned down, leaving a fine shadow on the nose, "Just occasionally... can't it?"
"… "
"It can't be ignored." The ink burned more and more lost, "If you don't call it, you won't call it."
In the end, Chu nightning gave in.
It's about ten years old, and I still can't help the young people's soft and hard bubbles, begging coquettishly.
After he looked at himself and nodded, the handsome man with a dazzling smile suddenly felt deceived—
He seems to have always been fierce, showing his teeth and claws. But the final result is often that he is compromising, and he is obedient to the ink.
His fish, after going around for so long, was finally dizzy and bit the hook called ink burning.
"What should I call you?" Hook asked.
Chu night Ning sullenly: "At will."
"How can it be arbitrary, this is a very important thing."
The ink burned and meditated for a long time, but the brain was lacking, and even a little vulgar, so I had to say: "Baby?"
Chu nightning immediately thought of the dream, and some couldn't stand it: "Don't."
"Chu Lang?"
Chu nightning was really disgusted, and asked with a sullen face: "...Do you need me to call you Ranmei?"
"Hahaha, it's really not very good." Mo Ran scratched his head and laughed for a while, and then began to frown and think, but what he thought was always a little too hard, so it was still very bad, "Chu Lang baby?"
After saying that, he couldn't take it anymore, he held his forehead, feeling a little desperate.
When Chu nightning saw him like this, he couldn't help laughing: "Don't think about it, what's the point of thinking about it like this? Instead, it's awkward."
Mo Ran felt that what he said made sense, but he was not reconciled, and finally smiled: "After that, I must think about it and think of the most suitable one for you."
After a pause, he pulled Chu Wanning who was standing next to the book, climbed the back of Chu Wanning's neck, let him sit on his lap, and stared at Chu Wanning for a while.
Chu nightning was a little uneasy: "What are you doing..."
The ink burned and sighed and muttered: "No matter how many times I watch it, I can't help it."
"What a mess... um..."
Before he finished speaking, his lips had been choked, and the ink-burning warm and slightly moist lips touched, sweet and fragrant, he hugged the person on his lap, and the two kissed tightly in the chair. It was raining outside, and the sound of the rain covered up the sticky and shy sound of the lips and tongues intertwined.
When they were separated, Chu nightning slowly opened his wet eyes and wanted to see the ink burning, but he didn't dare to look at it.
The ink burned and smiled, knowing that he was thin-skinned, so he couldn't help holding him in his arms, stroking him, and his heartbeat was intertwined.
"Actually, I can call you anything."
"Um?"
"Nothing." Mo Ran smiled, and finally said, "Master is the best."
Chu nightning is lying on his shoulders, this feeling is very sweet, but he is overwhelmed.
He sat on the ink burning legs and could clearly feel the hard and hot thing. He felt that his head was smoking.
After a long while he said softly, "Why are you..."
"Cough, it's alright."
"...I'll help you..." After saying this, Chu nightning's face was hot and hot.
The ink burned and said: "No, the master will go to the elders in a while."
Chu nightning glanced at the drip: "There is almost time for a cup of tea, it should..."
The ink burned embarrassingly: "Not enough."
"Um?"
"… Can't make it out."
Chu nightning froze for a moment, and then reacted, and his face became even redder.
He got up from the ink and took a step back.
After retreating, he was a little annoyed, and he probably felt that he was cowardly, so he took another step forward.
The ink burned and looked funny. He sat on the chair and didn't hide it. Even if the clothes were covered, the place where the desire came up still looked ferocious and could kill people.
"I won't tease you." Mo Ran finally pulled his wrist again. He originally wanted to pull him over and kiss his lips again, but Chu nightning's taste was so confusing, he was afraid that he would get on it again. I couldn't help indulging, so I finally just held the hand of Chu nightning.
He took his hand to his lips, looked at Chu Wanning, then lowered his eyelashes and kissed. Very religious.
At the end, he gently licked the back of Chu Wanning's hand.
"Master, you are so sweet."
It has been raining intermittently for half a month in the middle of Shu, and the day finally cleared up and saw a good sun.
The ink burned on the deep and shallow pools and walked among the bamboo forests. The morning repair was resumed today, but Chu nightning did not come. I heard that he went to the back mountain to teach Xuanji's stupid apprentices to throw plum darts.
Before I walked to the training range, I heard Chu Wanning's cold voice: "Relax your hand, the plum blossom dart is sandwiched between the index finger and the ring finger, and the spiritual power comes out from the fingertip, making it dissipate at the end of the finger, and wait for the edge. When it emits golden light, throw it at the target again."
"sand-"
Just listening to the sound, Mo Ran knew that the disciples had failed again, and they all sighed.
"God, it's really hard."
"Elder, can you show us again?"
Chu nightning said: "When the golden light is scattered, the plum blossom dart will be slightly hot, feel it carefully, don't look at it with your eyes."
"Can you vote without looking?"
Before Chu nightning answered, he heard a laughing voice behind him: "Of course I can vote."
Chu nightning turned back: "Why are you here?"
The group of new disciples said, "Senior Brother Mo."
Among them, there is also an extremely cute and lovely female disciple. When she saw the ink burning, her face turned red, and she hurriedly clasped her fists.
Mo Ran didn't pay much attention to Xuanji's apprentice, but went straight to Chu nightning and said, "Master, why don't you blindfold and throw it to them?"
"… it is good."
With permission, Mo Ran removed the snow-blue hairband on his head, three fingers wide, wrapped in front of Chu nightning, the hairband was tightly tied, but not restrained, the touch of silk was like running water, and the hairband was slightly tipped. Fluttering in the wind.
Chu nightning said: "Plum blossom darts."
Elder Xuanji's disciple came up and handed his plum blossom dart to Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning said: "Three."
"Ah?" Although the disciple was puzzled, he still took two more weapons from the hidden weapon bag and presented them to him. Chu nightning's slender and cold white fingers rubbed the cold metal texture of the plum blossom dart, pursed his lips, and then said nothing and did not stop, only to see his fingertips a little, between the electric light and flint, the dart has passed from him. swept out between the fingers—
"Zheng!—Clang!"
Humming crisply.
"Oops, hit! The bullseye is red! But there's only one."
Chu nightning was silent, and the ink burned lightly: "There are two more targets behind you."
The disciples who were new to the beginning did not believe what they said, so they turned around to look, but when they saw it, they were all horrified. The remaining two iron darts, one on the left and one on the right, were deeply embedded in the target in the opposite direction, centered on the red heart.
In the sandy bamboo forest, the morning light was flowing, and Xuanji's disciples were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Chu nightning raised his hand and took off the snow-blue ribbon that was blindfolded, his phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and his eyelashes moved.
He handed the hairband back to Mo Ran and said, "The first sound just now was the sound of three plum blossom darts colliding in the air. If the spiritual power is well controlled, two of them can be repelled and turned toward the opposite. Xiangfei attack can often be unprepared when facing a battle, so as to gain an advantage.”
The disciples looked at each other in dismay, and suddenly a young man shouted with longing: "Elder, how should I practice this? Is there a trick?"
Chu nightning said: "Ink burning, show them your hand."
Mo Ran smiled and stretched out his hand, and the little disciples gathered in a group, scrambling to see what the mystery was in Mo Ran's hand, but after looking for a long time, nothing came out, but the female cultivator looked at it, in his heart The deer rammed, and the bright eyes flowed.
She and a few sisters are just beginners, and their hearts are still very restless. They often go to the foot of the mountain to buy some idle books. The "Unknown List" that Chu Wanning read in front of them, they have also circulated them in private. The little girl was shy and surprised when she saw the size ranking, joking and laughing, laughing at each other, but they also discussed this matter in a low voice in the disciple's room.
"I heard that the longer a man's fingers are, the stronger that place is." A bold and bold senior sister said, "Next time I have a chance, I will go to Meng Po Tang for dinner, and I will squeeze in the ink. Brother, look behind me, I would like to see how big his hands are."
Later, the senior sister was really crowded. In order to get rice at the back of the ink, she ran in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the soup bowl and poured half of the hot soup on him.
The girl's mouth grew slightly, and she was sluggish and embarrassed. She didn't know what to do when she saw a big, slender and well-proportioned hand carrying away the bowl of hot soup that was still gurgling out. Put it back on the counter, and then replaced it with a new bowl.
"Don't overturn it again, what a waste."
Hearing his deep and magnetic voice, the senior sister didn't even dare to lift her head, her face flushed red, and her head was steaming out like soup in a bowl.
From the beginning to the end, she only dared to secretly aim at Mo Ran, at his waist, with strong lines, at his clothes, with a wide chest, of course, the hands that are the most aimed at...
"Excellent."
After she came back, she couldn't say anything about her praise, but in the end she could only use these two words to describe it.
At that time, all the little junior sisters in the room were silent, pursed their lips, and their hearts were warm, full of reverie and charming imagination.
Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted her memory—
"What did you see?"
A disciple said: "The elder forgives the sin, the disciple is stupid, and he really can't see it."
"Senior Brother Mo's hands seem to be particularly strong?"
Everyone was talking, and it was her turn. She blushed and was nervous for a while, but she blurted out: "The fingers are very long."
"?"
The ink burned for a while, and I didn't know what they were observing. They simply retracted their hands, scratched their heads, and looked back at Chu Wanning.
Although Chu nightning doesn't know what the finger length represents, he is not a dull person. He glanced at the female disciple's charming and shy appearance, and he vaguely understood that it must not be a good thing, his face gradually sinking, and his sleeves are cold. Said: "I'm looking at something and I don't."
Seeing that there was a hint of anger between his brows, those disciples were startled and lowered their heads one by one.
The ink burned and felt the stiffness of the atmosphere. He didn't want Chu Wanning to be said to be inhuman afterward, so he smiled and took the initiative: "It's a cocoon."
After he said this, he glanced at Chu Wanning again, and then said:
"The fingertips are worn out, cocooned, and then worn again. Repeated nearly a hundred times, you can accurately control the spiritual power. There is no shortcut."
Accompanying them to practice until noon, most of the disciples can roughly grasp some ways, and Chu nightning will not stay any more. Other people's apprentices, it doesn't matter if they give advice, but if they teach too carefully, it may not make Elder Xuanji comfortable. Chu nightning is not fifteen or sixteen years old now. He is a young man who has just come out of the mountain. After all, he understands some of these people.
He walked out of the bamboo forest with Mo Ran and came to the Naihe Bridge.
They walked very close, walking side by side, under the drooping sleeves, the backs of their hands would always rub against each other, making each other's hearts numb and tender, like spring buds sprouting.
There was no one around, and Mo Ran finally reached out quietly and clasped the fingers of Chu nightning. Although it was soon released, the tips of the two of them were a little red, and the throat was also thirsty.
Speaking of which, after the impermanence Zhen Yeyu intimacy last time, the chance for the two of them to be alone is pitiful.
Occasionally closed the door at the red lotus water pavilion and entangled, and I had to worry about whether Xue Zhengyi would suddenly visit.
In fact, up to now, just a short finger-to-finger touch made the ink burn in the chest, and he said softly: "Master, can we go tonight..."
Before the words were finished, a person suddenly ran in a hurry in front of him, and the ink burned immediately stood up straight, pursed his lips, and stood beside him and stopped talking. The man did not notice the difference, he came all the way and saluted: "Elder Yuheng, there is an urgent matter, the Lord asks you to hurry to the Danxin Hall."
Chu nightning asked: "What's wrong?"
"I have a guest with important news. It is related to Xu Shuanglin. The head of Xue can't make up his mind alone. He called all the elders to discuss it early in the morning, and it's yours."
When Chu nightning heard the words of Xu Shuanglin, he couldn't care less, and immediately ran to the Danxin Palace.
Mo Ran followed closely and said, "Wait for me, I have played against Xu Shuanglin, maybe I can help."
The two of them swiftly swept past together with light effort, and in a short while they arrived in front of the Danxin Palace.
Pushing the door into the hall, the hall was silent. In addition to Xue Zhengyi and the elders, there were two people covered in blood standing in the hall.
Mo Ran's eyes fell on the sword box behind one of them, and he felt a little familiar. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face changed suddenly: "Ye forget Xi?!"
The author has something to say:
Small Theater "I Changed My Mind"
Chu nightning: How do those who are in love think of such a greasy name, it is simply unbearable.
Ink burning: +1
Chu nightning: Shizun is Shizun, at most shouting names, don't you feel awkward with other titles
Ink burning: agree
Chu nightning: ... Do you really agree with it
Mo Ran: Yes, I changed my mind. I feel that saying "Master, you are so tight" on the bed, "Master, are you happy?" "Master, you are all wet", don't have a style.
Chu nightning:…