Mo Tianliao recalled Taishi, knocked the pottery shell off the ground twice, and forcibly turned it back into a wristband, "Huh?" Qingtong raised his head and looked at Mo Tianliao, "What simple solution?"
"Cough cough, this..." Mo Tianliao looked down at him, his cold eyes showed a little curiosity, his beautiful mouth was slightly opened because of the tilt of his head, and he could see a little pink tongue, so he couldn't help but slowly leaned in. Suddenly, my left ear felt a little itchy, so I turned to look.
A furry tiger head was also leaning in here, staring at him with a pair of tiger eyes the size of copper bells, his eyes full of curiosity.
I almost forgot, the big brother is also there.
Seeing the big tiger joining in the fun, Qingtong remembered something and took out the little fox from his bracelet. When I got off the flying boat, I was afraid that other disciples would see it, so I stuffed the fox into the storage bracelet and almost forgot.
The huddled fox shook its fur, took two steps, and fell on the cushion with a thud. Because of being curled up in the bracelet for a long time, my legs are numb. After kicking his legs for a while, he recovered and turned into a young man. Mo Tianliao instructed him to bring the jade slip outside the door.
What Ding Zijin put outside the door is indeed the process of the conference.
The three sects conference will not start until three days. Before that, they can enjoy the scenery and meet friends in the Floating Cloud Sect. The conference will start with skill competitions, weapon refining, alchemy, formation, etc. This will last for ten days. , followed by a spell battle. Those who have participated in the skill competition before can also continue to compete. Each competition will have a prize. The specific content is not written in the process. It is estimated that it will be announced at the conference.
It was getting late, and the mountain wind began to cool.
In the small courtyard, in addition to the master bedroom, there are also some rooms for the rest of the followers and a shed for suspending spiritual pets.
Qingtong stood up and yawned, instructing Mo Tianliao to warm up the bath water for him, and Shuangren to tie down the spiritual pet, so he happily entered the master bedroom.
Shuan Ling pet? The little fox blinked and looked at the senior brother beside him, is this
Mo Tianliao clenched his fist with one hand, put it on his lips and coughed lightly, picked up the cushions and quilt on the ground, and went to warm up the bath water.
Because this yard is for the distinguished guests, the equipment is very good.
In the bathroom was a tub made of white jade, which was very large and could accommodate two people sitting in it. Mo Tianliao quickly fetched water, put his hand in and stirred it, and the fire-type spiritual force immediately heated the bucket full of water.
Across the screen, watching the people inside undress and take off their belts, Mo Tianliao swallowed, and when he saw someone got into the tub, he walked in with a straight face: "I'll wash your hair for you."
Qingtong frowned slightly, this scoundrel, now there is no hair in this seat, it is rude to break in like this! I looked at the tub, the petals were all over the water, and I couldn't see the parts below the neck, so I didn't lose my temper.
Mo Tianliao looked at his cat's expression and knew what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and held back a smile. He dragged a high stool and sat by the tub: "Let's turn it into white, black can't be washed clean."
"Too much nonsense." Qingtong raised his hand, wanting to slap him, but was caught by Mo Tianliao accurately and slowly wiped with a soft cloth. His fair arms were placed beside the white jade bucket, and he couldn't tell which one was whiter.
"I haven't given you a bath since you became a human." Mo Tianliao touched his forearm along the smooth forearm.
Qingtong took his arm away, put it back into the water, and did not speak, but his long black hair gradually turned white. This transformation technique is controlled by the soul, and if it is allowed to change to its original color, the soul can relax a little.
Pick up the wooden spoon that scoops water, pour it lightly on the top of the snow-colored hair, wet the hair, apply the fragrance, and rub it slowly. Mo Tianliao used to bathe the kitten in the same way. Carefully protect the ears and eyes so that the cat won't lose his temper. Gently scratching and rubbing with his fingertips will make him very comfortable.
The white fur is easy to get dirty, and the kitten loves to be clean. When Mo Tian didn't refine his utensils, he bathed it almost every day. This uncle cat is usually fierce, but he has always been very good in bathing, which may be the reason why Mo Tianliao is good at it.
Long and strong fingers, weaving between soft hair, gently scratching his scalp, squinting his eyes comfortably, lying on his back in the tub, resting his head on the edge of the tub. The side of the tub is very thick, and there is an arc-shaped groove on the side where the person sits, which is convenient for putting the head.
"Little Claw." Mo Tianliao looked down at him and called out softly.
"Huh?" Qingtong replied vaguely, not caring about the name of the villain.
"In the past three hundred years, who gave you a bath?" Mo Tianliao picked up a wooden spoon to rinse his hair, and carefully protected his ears with one hand to prevent water from entering. There are so many maids in Qingning Palace. This man took a bath, and when he thought that others had touched this tender flesh, he wanted to take those maids to fill the stove.
"Wash it yourself, who else can I let you do it?" Qingtong raised his hand to tug Mo Tianliao's chin.
Mo Tianliao kissed the water-soaked fingertips and wiped his hair with a towel: "The body... I'll wash it for you too, right?"
"Hmm..." Qingtong pondered for a moment, then slapped him on the head.
In the end, Mo Tianliao didn't get the benefit of bathing Mo Mao Mo Xiaopao, so he was kicked out of the bath room by the master and waited outside.
"Tsk tsk, how can I have such a useless master as you?" The wrist guard on his hand flickered, and Taishi's voice came from the sea of consciousness.
"Shut up." Mo Tianliao turned to clean up the bed, his cat likes to sleep in a soft place, even though this white jade bed was covered with a quilt, it was still a little hard. Liu Yunzong is really stingy, don't you know how to put more cushions
This is really unfair to Liu Yunzong. Usually high-level monks don't need to sleep, just have a futon to meditate, and rest while meditating. Who would have thought that the cultivators of Wo Yunzong would need a soft bed to sleep
"He was originally your cat. When a demon pet is raised so big, you can talk and help him repair his soul." Taishi said and flew out again, turning into a big mouth, and opened his mouth, "I said Master, are you okay?"
When Qingtong came out, he saw Mo Tianliao burning something, and wiped his hair as he walked away.
There was a fleece blanket on the ground, and Qingtong stepped on it with bare feet. He was wearing a loose snow-colored top. Because there were still water droplets on his body, some places were wet, and it was placed on his body, revealing a little inside. 's color.
Mo Tianliao dropped the Taishi in his hand, walked over and carried the person onto the bed: "It's cold on the ground, why don't you wear shoes." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his fair feet on his lap, wiped it carefully with a towel, and then took it. Qingtong wiped his hair with the towel in his hand.
After it was half dry, Mo Tianliao put his hand into the snow-colored hair and slowly smoothed it down. The fire-type spiritual power circulated in the palm of his hand, drying his long hair little by little.
Qingtong yawned, glanced at Mo Tianliao's thigh in disgust, raised his hand and patted it, put a cloth on it, and then lay down and let him smooth his hair.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but pursed his lips and chuckled. Since the last little misunderstanding, the relationship between the two has gradually returned to the closeness they had when they were young. He needs to have smooth hair on his legs. He raised his hand and called Tai Shi over, turning it into a comb, and slowly combing the smooth long hair.
"Gulu..." Qingtong narrowed his eyes, a satisfied voice came out of his throat, and fell asleep after a while.
Mo Tianliao tucked the person into the bed, and went to take a shower himself. Just after putting on his clothes, he suddenly frowned, and someone touched the restraint.
He walked quickly to the courtyard, and saw the young Shuangren squatting on the wall. When he saw Mo Tianliao coming, he immediately jumped down and lowered his head in a guilty conscience: "Second Senior Brother..."
"Want to go out?" Mo Tianliao raised his hand to dry his hair. The restriction in this yard was two-way. No one else could come in, and no one in the house could go out.
"I want to go around and find my sister." Shuangren pursed his lips, he had a vague feeling that his sister was in this sect.
"No," Mo Tianliao refused without thinking, "There are restrictions and formations everywhere, and it's too dangerous at night."
"As long as my sister is within five miles of me, I can smell her." Frostblade stubbornly looked at the prohibition on the wall.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, and then expanded again: "That's easy, I'll have a solution tomorrow."
"Really?" Frost Blade stared at him with a pair of fox eyes.
"You've been waiting for so long, it's not bad for this night, don't cause trouble for Master." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and rubbed the young man's head. Seeing that he nodded obediently, he turned back to the house.
When he returned to the bed, he found that the person on the bed had opened his eyes again, thinking about it too, the Spirit Transformation cultivator had good ears and eyesight, so the small movements in the yard naturally couldn't escape his ears.
Mo Tianliao climbed into the bed and took the person into his arms: "Go to sleep."
The man in his arms twisted, dodged from his arms, pushed him outward, turned over and fell asleep. At the beginning of sleep, Uncle Cat often doesn't like being held. Xu was used to sharing the same bed on the flying boat these days, and did not dare Mo Tianliao to leave.
Mo Tianliao didn't bother him, he wrapped a bunch of snow hair around his fingertips, and when the person beside him fell asleep, he reached out and hugged him into his arms.
It wasn't because he didn't want to touch Qingtong, the method of double cultivation that Taishi said, Mo Tianliao was naturally willing to do so, but... Qingtong refused to sign a blood contract with him, he just didn't want to be a servant, like this How could a proud guy be willing to be treated like that.
Many of the magical pets of magic cultivators will be pulled into bed by their masters. Are those pets really willing? But it is subject to the blood contract, and it is impossible to resist. If he took possession of him under the pretext of healing, how was it different from those who threatened familiars with blood pacts
Mozun, who has never had a moral heart, suddenly became noble when he encountered his own cat. Mo Tianliao lowered his head and looked at the guy in his arms. His fair face was buried in Mo Tianliao's arms, and he slept warmly. The lavender pendant hung on his chest, flickering on and off.
Mo Tianliao frowned, the Nine Soul Crystal Pendant reacted, either Qingtong's spirit was unstable, or someone nearby used a training horn.
"Well..." As expected, Qingtong opened his eyes slightly and muttered, "Headache."
Mo Tianliao leaned over and kissed the pale thin lips. With the Nine Soul Crystal, the power of the training horn was greatly reduced, but Qingtong's soul was too fragile, and any disturbance would hurt him. The sweet breath permeated between his lips and teeth, making people want to stop, Mo Tianliao couldn't help hugging the slender and flexible body in his arms, and the other hand in the quilt couldn't help but slowly reach into the soft middle clothes.
He just touches it, just touches it, really!
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