Immortal Venerable, he showed his fish tail

The radiant fish tail dashed straight into his eyes, piercing Heng Rong's entire body, and he held on to the door frame for a long while before raising his eyebrows convulsively.

Just now he boasted that the little mermaid has grown up and matured, and he doesn't like acting like a baby anymore, so now he immediately reveals his true colors?

Lying in the bathtub to sleep with such a big thorn, aren't you afraid that someone will open the door and come in and discover his little secret?

The little merman's shark beads are all condensed with Heng Rong's true power. The strength of the two comes from the same source, and Jing Qishu's formation has no effect on him. Didn't notice there was a seal on the door.

He walked to the wooden bucket, reached out his hand to touch the water in the bucket, and it was completely cool.

Sharks won't get sick from the cold water, but Heng Rong is worried, so he tied up his cuffs, ready to carry him out.

As soon as he leaned over, the sleeping merman felt the familiar breath, the sky blue fish tail jumped up and down twice, the water splashed on Heng Rong's face, Heng Rong stretched out his hand to wipe it, feeling a little complicated.

Sleeping Jing Qishu was ignorant, his jet-black hair scattered in the water, he was charming and affectionate, and there was no such thing as the desolate look of the Chief Immortal Venerable.

The fish's tail was still bouncing, Heng Rong stretched out his hand, and pressed the fish's tail, the scales were fine and fine, and it felt very good.

The merman's fish tail is very sensitive, even in his sleep, the person in the water would frown and twist his slender and fair neck impatiently, revealing his protruding Adam's apple.

The tail didn't move anymore, Hengrong stretched out his hand and picked him up from the water.

Jing Qishu's fish tail is very long, counting the tail gauze, at least five or six feet long. The tail is heavy with water, and when it comes out of the water, it shakes the tip of its tail like a puppy.

The man even burrowed into Heng Rong's arms.

Heng Rong: "..."

A lot of Heng Rong's clothes were wet, he hooked his lips and showed a gritted smile, carried him to the inner room, and put him on the bed.

Jing Qishu hasn't woken up yet, he gets close to Hengrong, staying beside Hengrong is more comfortable than being in the water, after all the tossing, not only did he not wake up, he fell asleep even more soundly.

Seeing that the water on his body was almost wet, Heng Rong had no choice but to turn around and get a towel to wipe his body.

When he rubbed the fish's tail, Jing Qishu became agitated. The shark's tail was extremely sensitive, and he didn't want others to touch it. After rubbing it, the fish's tail hid on the bed.

Heng Rong could only fish back the fish tail that slipped away, and when he fished it back, Jing Qishu moved the fish tail away again.

After repeating this two or three times, Jing Qishu felt wronged, and began to cry in his dream.

Heng Rong: "..."

Well, the crying bag shark pretends to be watertight when he is awake, but he is still the little crying bag when he is asleep.

Heng Rong finished wiping the fish tail expressionlessly, threw the towel away, carried him to the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered the restless fish tail.

The merman on the bed unconsciously closed his eyes, his upturned eyes trembled slightly with his breathing, and his lips, which were soaked in water, were slightly opened.

Hengrong suddenly thought of Jing Qishu licking his lips when he asked him to fetch water.

The originally pale lips were quickly stained with a charming red after being licked by the bright red tongue.

The red was extremely eye-catching, overlapping with the bright red lips in front of him, Heng Rong's eyes darkened, he stretched out his thumb, and pressed hard on the red lips.

The thumb sank in deeply, and accidentally touched the soft tongue hidden under the lips.

The wet and soft touch made Heng Rong quickly withdraw his hand, frowned for a moment, and left.

……

This sleep was the most comfortable sleep Jing Qishu had ever had in his life.

His bones were loose after sleeping, and when he woke up, his brain was empty. The whole fish lay naked in the quilt, and his dry skin rubbed against the soft and smooth quilt. The excellent touch made him rub it twice.

After rubbing, Jing Qishu froze.

Wait, isn't he taking a shower?

His fish tail...Jing Qishu stood up suddenly, and pulled off the quilt covering his body. Under the quilt, there was a pair of long, shining white legs. The legs were straight and beautiful, and the ankles were thin. blue veins.

Jing Qishu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then quickly choked.

Wait, take a shower? !

Shouldn't the shower be in the bathtub?He suddenly leaned forward and looked outside, where there was still a bathtub, the things had already been taken away, only the changed clothes were quietly hanging on the wooden rack.

Jing Qishu: "..."

He felt that he would not be able to take it back when he exhaled it, and he paused for a while, almost suffocating himself to death.

Did Heng Rong see his fish tail?How did they understand this phenomenon of soul penetration in the world of cultivating immortals?Take home?Occupy the body?

Will he be burned as a monster?

Jing Qishu thought wildly for a while, and finally calmed down. He is now the chief immortal, so it doesn't matter if he knows.

And, maybe not knowing yet.

With the last hope in mind, Jing Qishu got up and was about to put on his clothes. He lingered to the cabinet, took out the clothes, but was stunned again.

How should I wear this cumbersome and cumbersome clothes?

Xianzun stood in front of the clothes hanger for a long time, and finally realized that he might not even know how to wear clothes. His friend Xuan Huaijin's complaint was very accurate - he not only couldn't fold quilts, but also couldn't put on clothes.

What a fucking experience this was, Jing Qishu tried to put the clothes on his body, tossed and tossed for a long time, only to get dressed, many messy straps were hanging on the hangers, and there was no place to put them.

It looks like a plane that has been repaired by Trigostan Airlines.

Jing Qishu: "..."

Now he had two choices, go out in such a fancy dress; or call his servants to come in and help him dress.

Jing Qishu: "..."

After burning incense, Heng Rong, who was guarding the door, heard a shout from inside the house, he pushed the door and went in, and saw Jing Qishu standing in front of the bronze mirror, hesitant to speak.

He is thin and thin, with slender and white wrists covered by white sleeves. His long black hair hangs down from his shoulders, and the neat tails of his hair gently sweep around his wrists. There is an unspeakable expression on his cold face.

Heng Rong was taken aback for a moment, but soon realized that the clothes on his body were strange, so he stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Qishu faced the embarrassment and said expressionlessly, "Help me get dressed."

The room was quiet for a while, and after a while, Heng Rong let out a chuckle, and gradually approached under Jing Qishu's freezing sight, and said, "Can't the Immortal Venerable wear it?"

Jing Qishu: "..."

He discovered that a person's face can be tempered. For example, at this moment, he has been able to lie without expression and heart: "The servants from before helped me wear it."

Heng Rong: OK.

He stepped forward to help Jing Qishu tidy up, and the clothes that were awkward and disobedient just now became cute in an instant, and Heng Rong was able to tell what those identical belts were for, and tied them one by one on Jing In Qishu's body, he changed from a disheveled immortal to that indifferent and cold immortal.

Jing Qishu let Heng Rong move with a paralyzed face. When Heng Rong helped him put on his coat, he stretched out his hand to brush up his long hair. The shadow of the other party fell on Jing Qishu. Only then did Jing Qishu realize that his servant was more important than him. higher.

This recognition made Jing Qishu very uncomfortable, he took a step back, and pulled his long hair out of his collar: "This seat will do it by itself."

Hang Rong didn't say anything, put on his clothes, asked Jing Qishu to sit down, and helped him tie his hair.

The teeth of the ebony comb were gently inserted into the roots of the hair, and the cool touch made Jing Qishu tremble.

The action of combing hair is unavoidably too intimate, especially when Heng Rong restrains his hair, and the end of his finger accidentally touches Jing Qishu's ear, every time Jing Qishu will inevitably "pop" in his heart.

He couldn't help complaining, what's wrong with his body, Parkinson's!

The hand on the knee trembled so much that Jing Qishu couldn't help raising it, wanting to press it.

But as soon as he raised his hand, there was a knock on the door, and then Xuan Huaijin's voice sounded: "Exactly, are you there?"

Jing Qishu was in embarrassment, as if he had found a savior, he said without thinking, "Yes, come in."

Xuan Huaijin pushed the door open and came in, just in time to see Heng Rong combing Jing Qishu's hair.

Heng Rong had just tied up his long hair, and he hadn't crowned it yet, so he couldn't let it go for a while, so he could only nod to Xuan Huaijin and continue to move.

Now it's all right, Jing Qishu is even more embarrassed.

Not only embarrassing, but also embarrassing to be surrounded by people.

Xuan Huaijin also watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, so he said "tsk tsk" twice, "tsk" so that Jing Qishu clenched his fists, but changed the topic, saying: "In a few days, the Fairy Demon Conference will be held. This time you go with me."

Jing Qishu asked, "Why?"

He remembered that the original owner had never participated in such an occasion.

Xuan Huaijin put on a serious look: "A few days ago, the Jinhua Prefecture was shaken. They said that the Demon King's cave was born, and they wanted us to go over and discuss it. You must be present for such a big event."

Just as Jing Qishu was about to refute, a strand of hair was pulled, causing him to tilt his head.

Jing Qishu frowned: "Be careful."

Hang Rong lowered his head, covering up his fluctuation when he heard the words "Demon Monarch's Cave House", and acted more cautiously.

Jing Qishu finally stood up after finishing his hair. He was dressed in white and stood tall and tall beside the bronze mirror. Xuan Huaijin looked over and could only think of words like "zhilanyushu" and "bright moon in his arms".

But he also knew that Jing Qishu's nature had nothing to do with these words. Everyone outside was deceived. Xuan Huaijin touched his nose guiltily, and finally told Jing Qishu: "Let's go to the Fairy Demon Conference in seven days. Clean it up, do whatever you are told to do, and don't make trouble for me."

Jing Qishu: "..."

He was new here, so he didn't want to be too presumptuous, so he had to keep a straight face and said, "Okay."

Xuan Huaijin turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped, turned her head, and glanced at Jing Qishu and Hengrong maliciously: "Also, if you want to do something...let's do it at night, it's broad daylight, no Great."

After speaking, I was in a hurry.

Leaving behind Jing Qishu who almost failed, staring at Xuan Huaijing's back with wide eyes.

What are you doing? ? ?He just took a bath, what did he do? !

Jing Qishu didn't ask the question in the end.

Looking at Heng Rong's appearance, it doesn't look like he has seen his fish tail.

There are very few mermaids on the mainland of Kyushu, if you see them, your reaction will not be so common.

Jing Qishu was worried for a few days, but he also felt relieved and enjoyed the meticulous care of his servants. The servant he picked was really nothing to say, and he had everything needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

From head to toe, from inside to outside, just two words, easy to use!

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and Jing Qishu gradually became familiar with his new body. Although he has a fish tail, he can move it as he pleases.

Although there are many slots in the character design of Lengqing Xianzun, he doesn't need to make more expressions, and the character design will not collapse if he talks less.

However, after the past seven days, Jing Qishu realized that something was wrong. The lacrimal glands in his body seemed to be overdeveloped, and he would shed two cat tears from time to time, which was very unfavorable for him to maintain his desolate personality.

The author has something to say: So many people keep their claws in this article, so let's keep all your claws!