The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

His nose felt sore and his eyes were a little swollen. He leaned over and hugged the person in front of him: "Sister, you have to keep your word."

Linglong held the boy's waist to prevent him from falling, and answered him seriously: "Keep your word."

"An An, do you want to wash it yourself or do you want me to help you?"

Zi'an's cheeks turned red when he heard this. Thinking about his own situation, even if Linglong said she was not afraid, he could not take risks with Linglong's future.

After thinking about it, he shook his head, let go of the person in front of him, and said, "Sister, Zi'an can do it."

Since Linglong cured him of the poison, not much of his internal strength has returned, but the weak feeling he had during his menstruation is gone. It's just a little painful, but within the tolerable range.

Seeing this, Linglong did not force him. After all, Zi'an was a man in this world and would be shy.

"Yes, I've put clean robes next to the tub. I'm just outside. If you need anything, just call me, An An."

"Okay, sister."

Linglong stood up, rubbed Zi'an's head, turned and left the bathroom.

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After leaving the bathroom, Linglong jumped directly onto the glazed roof and sat cross-legged. "Youxue, keep an eye on the boy. Call me if anything happens."

Youxue swam down from Linglong's wrist and replied in her mind, "Yes, Master."

Linglong closed her eyes and started practicing Lingxiao Jue.

The sky gradually brightened, and a touch of warm gold fell on Linglong.

Sensing movement below, Youxue raised her snake head and saw that her master was in a critical situation. Instead of calling her, she swam down in the direction of Zi'an.

Zi'an, who was wondering why Linglong was not at the door, sensed something approaching him. He looked up and saw a little white snake on the beam.

The corners of her lips curved, and she said briskly: "Youxue, where is your master?"

Looking at the obviously happy boy, Youxue moved her snake body, coiled herself into a circle, then raised her snake head, maintained the position for a while, and then pointed her snake tail upwards.

It seems that this young boy has become much more cheerful because of his master.

Seeing the little snake's actions, Zi'an thought for a while and asked, "Youxue, do you mean that my sister is meditating upstairs?"

Youxue nodded the snake's head.

Looking at the little white snake's actions, Zi'an's eyebrows curved, "Thank you, Youxue."

Thinking of Linglong's words that this little white snake would often be by her side in the future, she took a step forward and looked up to ask, "Youxue, can I call you Xiaoxue'er?"

This name is just right for such a small white snake.

"Are you not scared anymore?"

A cold and familiar voice sounded behind him.

Zi'an was stunned for a second, then he narrowed his eyes, turned around, and accurately threw himself into the arms of the person behind him.

"Sister~"

Linglong held the boy's waist with one hand and raised the other hand, using her inner strength to stroke the boy's hair: "After bathing, you must dry your hair."

As the words fell, Zi'an's hair had been dried by his internal force.

Zian nodded: "Okay, sister."

"Sister, from now on, Youxue's nickname will be Xiaoxue'er, okay?"

"An'an, you have to ask Youxue. Its wisdom is comparable to that of an adult, or even higher." After saying that, he glanced at Youxue on the beam.

Zi'an's almond-shaped eyes sparkled when he heard this. He tilted his head to look at Youxue on the beam: "Youxue, can I call you Xiaoxue'er?"

Youxue moved the snake's body and nodded its head.

Seeing this, Zi'an became even happier. He tightened his arms a little more and buried himself in the woman's arms.

Buzz said: "Sister, Youxue agreed."

Linglong lowered her eyes, stroked the boy's hair with one hand, and said clearly: "Well, are you happy?"

Zian nodded: "Happy."

These two days should be the happiest days for him in the past ten years.

"Now that you are happy, then you should practice."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in his arms had been brought to the top of the glazed tiles.

At the same time, Linglong communicated with Youxue: "Youxue, if you are tired, go back to the space and rest."

Youxue shook her snake body and said, "Master, I'm not tired. I usually close my eyes to rest and use my spiritual sense to observe the surroundings."

"Well, if you're tired, come back."

Hearing her master's concern, Youxue turned around on the spot: "I know, master."

Linglong lowered her eyes to look at the boy in her arms who had been looking at her, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Zi'an bent his eyes, "Yes, sister, lower your head."

Linglong had no doubts and actually lowered her head.

There was a gleam of light in Zi'an's eyes. He loosened his hands around the woman's waist and hooked them around her neck instead. Then he leaned over and kissed the red lips he had dreamed of.

Delicate pupils trembled as she looked at the approaching face, feeling the raw and soft taste on her lips. The suppressed fruit on the same stem began to become restless again.

Noticing the woman's inattention, Zi'an gently bit her delicate lips.

The slightest bit of pain flows along the lips and goes straight into the heart.

Linglong mobilized her spiritual power to suppress the fruit on her dantian, and held the back of the boy's head with one hand, responding to his kiss.

Linglong was sober and restrained her movements, fearing that the boy would accidentally bite her lips.

Zi'an never thought that Linglong, who was simple and unpretentious, would have such a strong learning ability. Soon the air in his chest was taken away. Just when he was dizzy, Linglong let go of him and gently held him in her arms.

Linglong's cold voice with a hint of hoarseness rang in my ears: "An An, remember, you can't swallow my blood anymore."

Zi'an nodded obediently, and his soft tone seemed to have a hook: "Sister~Have you ever kissed other men before?"

Although it sounded jealous, he really wanted to know.

Linglong shook her head and helped the young man sit on the glazed tile roof.

"No, there is only one you!"

Zi'an looked at the woman sitting opposite him and asked casually, "Why is sister's skill so good?"

Hearing this, Linglong paused for a second, looked at the boy who looked casual but actually nervous, and said with a frown: "If you watch it more, you will naturally get it."

She had no intention of perfunctorily treating the young man. In the apocalypse where the strong are respected, there is no such thing as human rights. As long as there are no zombies, these action movies can be seen everywhere.

Zi'an's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

He really wanted to ask where she had seen her, but was afraid that Linglong might say something shocking.

Seeing the boy's expression, Linglong roughly knew what he wanted to say.

But she didn't have the hobby to share those terrifying things for teenagers with the person she loved.

"Okay, follow my moves and connect your palms with mine."

Upon hearing this, Zi'an put aside the random thoughts in his mind, sat down in meditation, raised his hands, and connected palms with Linglong.

Looking at the boy's clear almond eyes, Linglong said seriously: "Close your eyes, calm your mind, mobilize the internal force in your Dantian, and follow my lead."

Before the boy closed his eyes, he warned him again: "Remember, don't be distracted."

It is dangerous to allow the spirit to enter the body, not to mention Zian's fragile body.

Zi'an's physique is too weak, and if he doesn't dissolve the boy's own blood bit by bit, something might happen.

"Okay, sister." After saying that, Zian closed his eyes.

He could clearly feel that his inner strength was no longer the music skill his father taught him.