The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 154 The Fat Golden Dragon of the Indifferent Immortal Venerable 45
Lan Yao pulled the quilt with slightly red cheeks.

The quilt covered half of his face, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

The beautiful eyes are full of stars, twinkling, not good-looking.

This look, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like a nuisance.

Is it—

229 A quickie realized a fact.

It spoke cautiously with hesitation: [Host, you, don't you hate that look? 】

【it's OK. 】Lan Yao said it almost without thinking about it.

His eyelashes flickered, trembling like the wings of a butterfly.

Lan Yao coughed twice, and said: 【Ah, actually... I quite like it. 】

[Then...] 229 said cautiously, [The host is willing to do this with others? 】

【WTF? 】Lan Yao's face was filled with disgust, 【Of course not! 】

As if irritated by 229's assumption, Lan Yao sat up a little angrily, blushing: [This kind of thing can only be done with Master alone!Master can only do it with me alone! 】

Lan Yao was grinding his teeth, looking furious, like a small animal protecting food.

229 was silent for a moment, and said "Oh".

The white ball has no waves in the system space.

The ball swayed and hit the ground, and he sneered: So, the light bulb is actually me?

Lan Yao, who unconsciously sprinkled dog food on 229, had no idea what he had done.

He's still mad at that assumption that wasn't possible at all.

229 Depressed alone: ​​It turns out that the host and the main god...are in love with each other...heh, hehe...what kind of worker is it?
While 229 was full of frustration, a person walked in step by step.

The white robe fluttered gently before his eyes.

It was so white that Lan Yao lost his mind.

The master in the dream seems to be wearing such clothes.

Lan Yao looked up in a daze, but what he saw was Shangguan Yi's black hair and black eyes.

Lan Yao glanced at his lips almost subconsciously, a little unhappy.

Sure enough, Master's silver hair and silver eyes are the most beautiful.

"Shangguan Yi, where have you been?" Lan Yao stood up politely and asked.

Shangguan Yi stood there motionless, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and the flickering light shone on his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

"Shangguan Yi?" Lan Yao tilted his head, sensitively aware of something.

Why do you feel that Shangguan Yi... feels different?

The same face, the same coldness, the same temperament, the same frosty face, but... Lan Yao felt that there was something different about Shangguan Yi.

He frowned slightly, and leaned closer, wondering: "Shangguan...Yi?"

The golden robe on the delicate and nimble young boy was extremely conspicuous.

Being so illuminated by the sun is even more dazzling.

It seems that a layer of golden misty fog filter has been applied.

On the right ear of the young boy who was full of youthful spirit, he wore an earring that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament.

The silver earrings are extremely dazzling, and the word "Moon" on them is even more clear at a glance.

"Hello. Shangguan Yi? Shangguan Yi?" Lan Yao waved his hand in front of Shangguan Yi depressedly.

Shangguan Yi still didn't respond at all.

"Is it stupid to go out?" Lan Yao muttered.

Just when he was puzzled, he heard a cold and deep voice: "You are mine."

The extremely affirmative tone also carried an inexplicable aura of domineering.

Lan Yao was so frightened by the words of the domineering president from the past that his eyes widened.

He turned around with some chills, and rubbed his arms suspiciously: "What did you just say?"

Shangguan Yi raised his chin slightly, his black pupils slanted slightly, with endless coldness: "You are, mine."

The silver earrings flashed and crashed into Shangguan Yi's eyes.

At that moment, many images popped up in Shangguan Yi's mind.

Those scenes are so touching and tender that they make your mouth dry.

Shangguan Yi stared at Lan Yao's face without blinking.

Many emotions gradually spread in the body.

The flow of emotions slid through his limbs and bones, and all of them got into his heart.

His heart seemed to be puffed up by something, and it was so hot that he jumped with joy.

Abbreviation - expansion.

Shangguan Yi's lips, which had been tense all year round, unconsciously curled up slightly at this moment.

Shangguan Yi didn't know what happened to him.

He felt as if he had forgotten a lot of things, and he seemed to have forgotten nothing.

Although he still doesn't understand why he became the head of Yunyi Peak, but - he doesn't bother to think about these things anymore.

He just wants to look at his little sword spirit now.

If it's possible... He wants to have some more memories with his little sword spirit, those extra memory images that just came to his mind.

Shangguan Yi couldn't help thinking about it. Under his stern and cold face, there was a yellow heart hidden.

Lan Yao frowned, feeling that Shangguan Yi's head had been kicked by a donkey.

How can a person who can say such words be a normal guy?

Well, he was about to be killed by Shangguan Yi!
Lan Yao still twitched his body unbearably, deeply hurt by Shangguan Yi's words just now.

Feng Qingwu, who heard that Shangguan Yi had returned early in the morning, hurried over.

Behind him was Lao Qian, who was running with his slightly fat body.

In the cave, Lan Yao hadn't recovered from Shangguan Yi's shocking words.

However, Shangguan Yi suddenly narrowed his eyes vigilantly, swiped, turned around, and blocked him behind him.

Lan Yao, who was blocked tightly, couldn't see any picture in front of him clearly.

Only two or three words of communication can be heard.

"Shangguanyi, are you back?" The milky voice sounded hesitant.

"Are you... are you here to see my little sword spirit?" Shangguan Yi said the extremely shameful and embarrassing words in a serious manner.

Lan Yao was no longer in the mood to correct his "little sword spirit", and had an infinitely bad premonition in his heart.

This feeling, why is it so like...

"Shangguan Yi, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qingwu calmly looked up and down the white-robed youth.

The young man looked the same as before.

However, those dark eyes became completely different from before.

Serious and stubborn eyes, like a brat who doesn't know anything.

Lao Qian also stretched out his meaty paws and scratched his head in confusion.

Why did Lord God's aura change?

Shangguan Yi's eyelids drooped, under the eyes of several people, he confided: "He is mine, you can't look at him."

(End of this chapter)