A quick journey to give birth, the male protagonist pampers and catches a beautiful woman

We spent twenty days together like this.

They returned to Zixiao City from the Forest of Wuwu.

Willow trees were swaying and on the street lined with shops, Lin Muqing and he walked slowly down the bridge side by side. The girl's white clothes were fluttering, and the man looked sideways, the gentle smile in his eyes becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

Looking across Qingchuan, he saw the tavern under the bridge with people coming and going, and asked slowly: "Master, when will you leave? I haven't thanked you properly for passing the integration period for me this time. Let's go to the secret realm these days." The cultivation level has also been consolidated.”

"It should be ten days."

Ten days is enough.

Zong Qingchuan's tone was soft and irresistible, "How about we celebrate?"

"How to celebrate?" Lin Muqing saw the expectant look in his eyes and promised him that it was okay.

"Then master, follow me." Zong Qingchuan smiled, pulled her sleeves, and walked under the bridge step by step.

After walking through a bustling street and returning to the mansion, Zong Qingchuan dug out a jar of wine under the peach tree.

Due to excitement, he bit his lip.

He stood up holding a dark brown wine jar. His white clothes were stained with mud, but his eyes were clear and clean. For some reason, his two thin lips were much redder than before, and their color was almost demonic.

Lin Muqing always felt weird. Apart from him being weird and seductive, everything in Taoyuan was weird.

"Master, I buried this when I built this hospital. It has been more than ninety years. It must taste very mellow."

He placed it on the stone table, opened the lid, and the scent of wine penetrated into his nostrils.

Zong Qingchuan slightly touched his lips, the joy in his heart could not be concealed, it smelled so good.

Master should be more fragrant than wine.

"What kind of wine is it?" She was also greedy.

"Master, have a try." Zong Qingchuan took out two white jade wine glasses from his storage bag and poured them out slowly.

The clear liquid overflows the wine glass, and the aroma is fragrant.

"This smell..." Lin Muqing already felt familiar when he smelled it, and it felt even more familiar when he drank it.

Isn't this the wine she brewed in the fairy world?

"Is it delicious?" Zong Qingchuan asked her instead of drinking.

"Yeah." She drank it all in one gulp. There was a slight difference in taste between the elixir and the elixir, which was not bad.

Zong Qingchuan stared at the wine glass, his eyes full of memories: "After my master left, one day I dreamed that I was making wine, so I wrote down this method and tried it once. It tasted really good. After brewing in this jar for a long time, the taste must be Very mellow too.”

Lin Muqing tapped the wine glass twice with his fingertips, that's it.

Does that prove that he also used his own method to make wine when he was in the fairy world?

And before him, he brewed it again.

There is a fate of a second reincarnation.

"Master, I respect you."

"Master, I hope we can meet again in the future."

"Master, I don't know how long it will be before we see you again."

Zong Qingchuan and she sat opposite each other under the peach blossom tree. The petals fell in her hair, and he gently stroked them away.

Drink after drink, she began to notice that he seemed to want to get her drunk, how could she not give him a chance?

"This wine has a lot of stamina." She felt a little dizzy.

"Master is so powerful, what does this little wine mean?" He also drank a glass, but he had taken hangover medicine.

He didn't say that even a god would get drunk easily from this wine.

Because, he added the master's elixir to make it.

Not long after, the girl was lying on the stone table with a blushing face, her thick and beautiful black eyelashes covered her almond-shaped eyes, her soft waist was bent, her white clothes were hanging down, and a strong long arm stretched across her slender waist to pick her up.

Zong Qingchuan gently held her in his arms, leaning his head on his shoulders. The broad shoulders made her small and exquisite.

The hug felt so tight that it felt like it was being rubbed into the bone marrow.

Master, please stay here with me from now on.

good or not?

Zong Qingchuan lowered his head, obviously speaking silently, but he still said it to his ears.

Like telling an untold secret.

The peach blossoms were blown up by a gust of wind and fell on the man's back. A pair of long legs swayed on his right arm.

Zong Qingchuan carried her into the house.

Lin Muqing woke up again and felt that the spiritual energy in his body was moving slowly, and he even felt like he couldn't control it.

But what was even more shocking was the intimate whisper on the side of his face.

"Master, are you awake?"

The man wearing only one undershirt was lying beside her, holding up the bed with one arm, his waist looming in the undershirt. His expression had lost the gentleness and calmness of the previous days, and his eyes looking at her were particularly obsessed with nostalgia.

Just one look at the intense emotion in Qingchuan's eyes made her heart feel hot.

"Zong Qingchuan, what did you do?"

"Where did my spiritual power go?"

The girl's usually plain voice was now filled with anger, her almond-shaped eyes caught his wanton lying posture, and she reached out to push him.

Zong Qingchuan stretched out his hand to grasp the delicate and smooth palm, put it on his lips and kissed it, devoutly and extremely infatuated.

She wanted to pull back, but he tightened his grip and kissed them one by one, leaving marks and sighing contentedly.

"Master, can you stay with me here?"

"I love you so much, and I don't want you to marry anyone else."

The hoarse and paranoid voice revealed a deep love, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and finally saw the light of day.

The girl tugged on her hand fiercely, and her sitting body was still shaking due to drunkenness. "I personally took you through the integration stage, and you actually used it to plot against me?"

Qingchuan kept holding her hand, talking quietly to himself, with a gloomy and cold expression.

"Master, you told the sect master that you wanted to go back and get married to the person you like, right?"

"I heard."

"One hundred years, Master, do you know how I have missed you in these one hundred years?"

"I recall every moment of getting along with you over and over again in my mind. Your gentleness, your tolerance, your occasional lively smile helped me every time, and I even constructed in my mind that you helped me get it. Say goodbye to the scene of giving me cultivation resources.”

The two of them were almost touching each other, but when she pushed, she was hugged, and she tried her best to break free.

"Anyone can like me, but not you. You can't like anyone else!"

"Let me go, otherwise you will regret it later and you will hate me."

"We're not going to end up well."

The girl looked at him deeply, feeling a lot of helplessness and pain, each word was cutting into his heart, and her shoulders were shaking, all expressing her resistance.

Zong Qingchuan immediately denied it, his stern eyebrows were determined, and he whispered in her ear that it was love and a promise.

"How could it be? How could I hate Master? It's too late for me to love you."

The man came close to her soft shoulders and pushed her down on the bed, burying his head lovingly. She turned her head to resist, but was held down by his strong arms on both sides of her face.

Qingchuan looked down at the slightly wrinkled face of the girl below him, his deep gaze tracing inch by inch on her moon-like eyebrows, the tip of her nose that was red due to alcohol, and her tightly pressed and angry cherry lips.

But she kept avoiding his hot eyes.

"I won't hate you, so don't hate me either, okay?"

He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the swan neck that she raised to avoid him.

With faintly crazy strength, he sucked out the strawberry.