little spicy jiao

In the dark carriage in the afternoon, the curtains were drawn tight. It was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, but there were soft whimpers and intermittent cries from time to time, mixed with the barely audible sound of sticky water, filling the entire enclosed space. Stained with a little lingering charming passion.

The dense kisses lasted for a long time, and the slender young man in a red robe lay in the man's arms without strength, his waist, which was so soft due to the stimulation of strange pleasure, was imprisoned by slender and powerful hands.

The feet resting on the chair kicked unconsciously, and the boots disappeared, leaving only a pair of snow-colored socks as thin as onion wings, with the round toes protruding from them curling up uncontrollably.

The waist held by the man's hands was trembling slightly all the time, and the black skirt on his chest was also tightly held by the young man's fingers.

The ignorant and immature Mo Jiaojiao couldn't bear the overly passionate and fierce kiss, and after being kissed deeply for a while with his chin pinched, he narrowed his peach blossom eyes in a daze, at a loss as to where he was.

However, following the stimulation from his lower body, the fragile young man was forced to cry pitifully again, his eyes turned red with emotion.

Afterwards, the boy managed to hold on until the kiss was over, and he could sit in the man's arms and cry for a while, but he only howled twice and was blocked back, crying even more fiercely.

Mo Jiaojiao's bright red lips were numb and swollen from being licked and kissed as if the endless intimacy never stopped.

When he was finally let go, the young man was so dizzy that he even forgot to cry. He only knew that while panting, he looked at the cold face with misty eyes, and buried his head in the man's neck with nostalgia. Rubbing slowly, closing his eyes tiredly, whispering in a soft nasal voice:

"...ninety-nine..."

"En." The man's eyes were dark at this time, as dark as the deep sea, and his sword intent was silently restrained, but he didn't have the stern aura of killing all evils as usual.

Even so, Dugu Jiu's face was still as solemn and majestic as ever, he only restrained moving his Adam's apple, and responded in a hoarse voice, holding the young man a little higher with one hand, and taking out the clean red clothes from the storage bag with the other hand, low-pitched. Said: "Sleep when you are tired."

Mo Jiaojiao nodded in confusion, kicked his feet again, and muttered, "It's uncomfortable."

"It's good to change the clothes." After Dugu Jiu finished speaking, he added a barrier to the door of the carriage, and took out the spare jade basin filled with clean water, bowed his head to untie the clothes for Mo Jiaojiao, took off, and twisted the cloth towel lightly He wiped away the mess, and didn't put on new clothes until the boy was really comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a steady knock on the car door.

The man glanced up, thought for a moment, took back the things in front of him, took a thin quilt to wrap the sleeping teenager, and opened the door.

Shen Siyuan opened the curtain, but did not look into the carriage, only lazily said:

"Chongrong, Tianyan Sword Sect has received a letter. Hong Yu said that someone sent him a letter in the name of Yinshen Valley five days ago. Wangyou Pill was also sent to the past, saying that Yun Gao took the elixir, and after a hundred years of hard work according to the letter, Jiao Jiao would no longer need to go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas School to seek a good prescription for breaking the symbiotic relationship."

With that said, Shen Siyuan threw a letter into the carriage.

Dugu Jiu raised his hand and sucked the letter into his palm, opened it and examined it carefully. After a while, he replied in a deep voice: "The technique is wonderful, and the prescription is true. It must be the handwriting of the owner of Yinshen Valley."

"Then I'm relieved." Shen Siyuan put down the curtain and continued to sit back, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Although it is said that almost all the Yinshengu clan has been resurrected, seeing is believing, I still feel a little afraid when I see the handwriting. I believe it, especially the old man who is the owner of Yinshen Valley. However, in this way, with the help of Yinshen Valley, Hongyan will be at the end. What she is most worried about is Yun Gao. If Senhu is also revived, everything will be perfect. "

"Can Hongyu mention the recent situation in the sect?" Dugu Jiu asked after being silent for a while.

"Yo!" Shen Siyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the sound, and smiled pointedly: "It's hard for Chongrong, who is practicing the ruthless way, to worry about the day of his fellow disciples, this demon is really born!"

"Shen Siyuan, I don't mind letting you experience what killing swordsmanship is." Dugu Jiu replied coldly.

"Don't, don't!" Shen Siyuan laughed helplessly, begging for mercy:

"I've never won against you. Cough...speaking of business, everything in the sect is fine, but I heard that Yun Gao has been studying Buddhism for the past few months and praying for Jiao Jiao day and night. The head of the place couldn't help but knocked Hongyan, who was a sword cultivator from beginning to end, to the ground. He refused to practice the sword. Presumably, he was unwilling to join the Tianyan Sword Sect because of Jiao Jiao's sword cultivation. .”

"What's the reason?" Bie Hejian asked angrily, "What is the relationship between Jiaojiao's sword training and Yungao's entry into the Tianyan Sword Sect? His parents are both sword cultivators, and his body transformed by Tianhuo is a natural sword." If you don't practice the sword, it's a waste of money."

"Bie He, have you forgotten that Jiao Jiao and Yun Gao are in a symbiotic relationship, and it would be too hard for Jiao Jiao to bear the lives of two people alone." Shen Siyuan explained: "Yun Gao should be aware of this, So thinking that if I don't join the Tianyan Sword Sect, I can leave the sect after the confinement is over in the future, so as to save Jiao Jiao's life."

"It's more or less the same." Bie Hejian calmed down, and turned to disgust: "Crow's mouth, now that the problem of the symbiotic relationship is resolved, you still send a letter telling Yun Gao not to worship Buddha, the son of Fairy Hongyan of the Tianyan Sword Sect , ran to become a Buddha cultivator, where is the face of spreading out to the sect? Besides, Yun Gao was born with a sword body, forcibly cultivating Buddha is tantamount to destroying his own future."

"Don't worry, I'll send a message right away." Shen Siyuan said leisurely, and after a while, he flicked a paper crane out.

Bie Hejian looked at the paper crane that disappeared, and suddenly remembered that when he came out to let the wind go, he didn't seem to come out with Tun Chujian, so he said quickly:

"Oops, I forgot to bring Tunchu out, it must be panicking, wait for me to go in and have a look."

Shen Siyuan was about to stop him, but he saw the spirit sword rushing in in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but shrugged and sighed sympathetically: "Poor Tunchu's innocent and young heart. After such an impact, I don't know if I can get it with a pure heart and few desires in the future." Proved the way.”

Bie Hejian didn't know what happened in the carriage before, after it rushed in on its own, it began to call Tun Chujian repeatedly.

However, there was no trace of the chicken cubs in the carriage that should have been chirping non-stop.

Bie Hejian had no choice but to fly in front of Dugu Jiu, and saw Mo Jiaojiao lying face down in the man's arms, wrapped in a snow-white quilt, only showing a small half of his flushed cheeks, guessing that the little ancestor was asleep, Ask in a low voice:

"Did Sword Master see Tun Chu Jian? It was following Jiao Jiao just now."

Dugu Jiu looked away from the map in his hand when he heard the sound, raised his head and frowned slightly, released the sword energy sensor, and soon found the wilting chicken cub in the storage bag.

The usually lively chick is now hiding in the pocket of the red robe that Mo Jiaojiao just replaced, presumably it has been hiding there...

The man released the chick with a wave of his hand, and said, "Take it out."

Bie Hejian hurriedly caught the lying chick with the hilt of his sword, looked at Tunchu who suddenly became dizzy and stared at him, he let out a "huh" incomprehension, but didn't dare to ask any more questions, just calmly Holding the chicken cubs, he flew out slowly.

Shen Siyuan turned his head and saw Bie Hejian flying out, stretched out his hand to hug Xiao Hongji into his palm, fiddled with the dead chick with his fingertips, and checked his heartbeat again, amusedly said: "It seems that the blow was not light .”

Bie Hejian poked the motionless chick with the hilt of his sword, and muttered, "Did Tunchu be suffocated by being locked in the storage bag by Master Jian? But it has always lived in it."

"Bie He, haven't you noticed that Jiao Jiao is different from the usual one?" Shen Siyuan looked at the unresponsive Spirit Sword, and tried every means to hint: "Tun Chu must have seen something that shouldn't be seen."

"The little ancestor is sleeping, covered with a quilt, it doesn't look any different..." Bie Hejian couldn't figure it out, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and said, "I see, Tunchu must have been a chick for a long time. Sulk with me, really...you don’t know how to teach.”

Hearing the sound, Shen Siyuan took a deep breath, sat back with the chicken on his back, drank the wine in one gulp, and said calmly, "I know why Chongrong insisted on choosing you as the natal spirit sword back then."

On days when no one can gossip, Shen Siyuan expresses his loneliness as snow.

***

Mo Jiaojiao fell asleep until the sunset, and then slowly woke up.

The carriage had already entered the town, and Shen Siyuan and his party also found an inn to stay in, preparing to continue their journey the next day after resting.

Originally, it would be more convenient for them to fly with the sword, but after Shen Siyuan left the forest, the curse in his body returned, and he became weaker than before, almost to the point where he could not use his demon power.

Fortunately, with the support of Mo Jiaojiao's elixir, this situation will only last for three or four months at most. When he returns to the Hidden God Valley, with the help of the monster clan in the valley, all the restraints in the young man's body can be lifted.

When Mo Jiaojiao woke up, the luminous pearl in the room had already lit up, revealing a soft light.

The young boy's slender body was nestled in the soft and comfortable quilt, and he stretched slowly, revealing his slender white arms, then turned over on the pillow, and reached out to touch his waist in a daze. , rubbed it indiscriminately, and muttered: "Why does Jiaojiao feel so light all over?"

Being confused, Mo Jiaojiao habitually sat up with the quilt in his arms, one eye was still closed tightly, the other eye slowly opened, and he looked for the familiar figure in a daze, innocent and harmless His eyes quickly stopped at the table.

Dugu Jiu, who was reading with her head down, raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and turned her head to look over, her quiet gaze fixed firmly on the young man on the couch.

However, this time, the boy didn't call out "Jiujiu" as softly as usual, and even stretched out his arms to hug him. Instead, he suddenly woke up with a jolt, his rosy face flushed instantly, and his pair of ignorant big He blinked his eyes, then stupidly stretched out his hand to cover the opened pupils, turned around stupidly, and began to hypnotize himself in a low voice:

"Jiao Jiao has forgotten, Jiao Jiao doesn't know. Jiao Jiao is dreaming..."

"Jiajiao?" Dugu Jiu called out in a deep voice, put down the book, got up and walked to the bed.

It's just that as soon as the man approached the bed, Mo Jiaojiao grabbed the quilt and covered his head in, wrapped his whole body into a ball, and rolled into the innermost side of the bed, nestled still, anxious and panicked He yelled softly: "Jiujiu don't come here, Jiaojiao fell asleep!"

Dugu Jiu looked at the timid "Tuanzi", raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows.