Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

Regarding the matter that I was caught in my arms when I wore a book for no reason!

At sunrise, he was caught in someone's arms.

At sunset, he was still held in someone's arms.

Meng Hongyi blinked boredly, thinking back to the days when he was a dog, it was hard to believe that he, a male high school student who was about to go to college at home, would suffer such humiliation.

Forget about the humiliation, he has also turned into a brat who can't speak nonsense, and was hugged by this Laoshizi Qingxuan Immortal Venerable for seven full days and nights!

For the past seven days, he couldn't move, and what he heard most was the clear and shallow breath.

From time to time, the breath would blow over the fine hairs on his face like a breeze, making him itchy uncomfortably, and he wanted to scratch but couldn't.

Meng Hongyi sighed helplessly, feeling that life was not easy.

It's nothing more than an inexplicable time travel, and it's reduced to a pillow.

It really is a man plus a man, a strongman locks a man.

Meng Hongyi, who had been lying flat all the time, was sore and unbearable. He struggled cautiously. Although he suffered a lot of resistance, he finally managed to turn sideways.

It's just that Qingxuan's trembling slender eyelashes greeted his eyes, facing the bright morning sun, they looked more slender and more beautiful.

Meng Hongyi was fascinated by it. After a few breaths, he shook his head and turned back, returning to the lying down position.

How unlucky!

After sleeping for seven full days and nights, I didn't even open my eyes, like a dead pig!

Meng Hongyi was complaining angrily in his heart when suddenly there were several dull knocks on the door outside the forging pavilion, which scared him into a jolt.

Suddenly, Qing Xuan moved.

He turned over impatiently, raised his left leg, and directly hugged Meng Hongyi under his body and pinched it skillfully again.

The two were already close to each other, and after this strange adjustment of posture, they were almost face to face.

Meng Hongyi felt that there was no more rogue operation than this.

Is it possible to do whatever you want with an extraordinary appearance?

Helplessly suppressed, Meng Hongyi moaned and chirped disdainfully, expressing his contempt for it.

dong dong dong-

Seeing that there was no answer, the people who knocked on the door outside the pavilion knocked several times in succession, making Meng Hongyi very upset and impatient, wishing to kick Qingxuan awake so as to vent his anger.

Just do it!

Having made up his mind, Meng Hongyi first twisted his fleshy little ankle, moved his body a bit, and then gnashed his teeth and kicked it down as hard as he could.

Unfortunately--

The chubby leg that was waving in the air was too short, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kick it, but the only right foot that could be kicked was firmly held down by Qingxuan.

The plan was shattered, and Meng Hongyi was hopelessly discouraged.

"Senior brother-"

A clear voice sounded, judging from the location, it should be the voice of someone knocking on the door outside the pavilion.

It's just that the sound was not loud, and Meng Hongyi felt that he couldn't wake up the pig that was pressing on him.

"Master!"

Suddenly, the voice of the people outside the pavilion became several times louder, and one could tell that a special immortal technique had been cast. This was so sudden that Meng Hongyi's baby fat trembled.

Hearing this movement, Qing Xuan moved his body again.

The shrewd Meng Hongyi seized the opportunity and worked hard, and finally he felt elated and his dream came true.

Wake up!

This kick was not heavy, but it was a solid kick.

Qingxuan raised his hand, he scratched the place where he had just been kicked, and seemed to feel a little itchy.

At this time, Meng Hongyi could be regarded as completely out of Qingxuan's embrace. The smooth breathing experience made him seem to be born again, but Qingxuan's tickling behavior made him feel extremely humiliated.

After all, he just tried his best!

Qingxuan's movements became bigger and bigger, the vigilant Meng Hongyi realized something was wrong, closed his eyes in a panic and pretended to be asleep, pretending that nothing happened.

And Qing Xuan who was sleeping next to him did wake up, the strange thing was that his eyes were not sleepy, let alone the slightest bit of confusion.

He looked at the obvious wrinkles around Meng Hongyi's eyes due to the tight closure, as well as the flustered and cute little expression, and unconsciously showed a shallow smile.

The smile flashed by.

If others saw such a smile on the face of Qingxuan Immortal Venerable, they would probably start talking nonsense.

Qingxuan stretched out his hand in revenge and gently pinched Meng Hongyi's soft little face. The touch was like pinching a ball of cotton, but it was more elastic.

He ignored the people knocking and shouting outside the door, and lay down quietly and closed his eyes again, with an expression of inexplicable enjoyment.

Of course—the hand was resting on Meng Hongyi's face from the beginning to the end.

Sanqingmen Hall;

"What should I do? Forging the spirit for half a month, it took hundreds of pieces of 10-year-old heaven and earth spiritual materials, and in the end, a little boy was forged. Today is the last day to reshape the sword spirit, but still I don't see the sword energy leaking out, I'm afraid..." Elder Jingci paced back and forth anxiously in the hall.

"In my opinion, Junior Brother Qingxuan probably didn't reshape the sword spirit at all." Elder Hongtuo sat down and raised his legs leisurely. "I just went to the Forging Pavilion to call him. I listened carefully to the movement inside. It's weak, and you can't get lucky at first glance."

Jingci lamented, "If news of Qingxuan forging a useless sword spirit gets out, our Sanqing Sect will probably become the laughing stock of the world, and the future sword spirit competition will be even more hanging in the balance."

The more she thought about it, the more sad Jingci patted the carved sandalwood table beside her.

Snapped!

"I don't do anything, I don't stop, I do for him what my junior brother doesn't want to do!" Jingci stepped out in two or three steps, and directly stepped on her saber to rush to the Forging Pavilion.

Hong Tuo, who was still sitting in the hall, looked at his disappearing figure, shook his head and fanned the wind, "Confused, flying over is not as fast as going straight over."

As soon as the words fell, Hongtuo disappeared.

After all, the front of the forging pavilion is not very level.

"Junior Brother, if you don't act, it will be too late!" Jing Ci knocked on the door quickly, making louder and louder noises.

At this moment, Meng Hongyi was woken up.

He was just pretending to be asleep, but after being pinched by Qingxuan, he actually fell asleep comfortably——

Jingci knocked several times without hesitation, showing an attitude of not giving up until the goal was achieved.

The dazed Meng Hongyi pushed Qingxuan's elbow, babbling for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, his voice was sharp but not loud enough, naturally he couldn't wake Qingxuan up.

Meng Hongyi tossed alone for a long time, even stepped on Qingxuan's upper body with his fat feet, but it was of no avail.

At his wit's end, he slumped down hotly.

Grandpa is tired——

Suddenly, another brilliant idea came to Meng Hongyi's head.

He looked down at his white and tender arms, and licked the tips of his teeth with his small tongue.

This brilliant idea turned out to be——

Gnaw himself in pain, forcing himself to cry, so as to wake up Qingxuan!

From Meng Hongyi's point of view, no one can bear the sharp and uninterrupted crying of a child, which is more suffocating than the sound of sharp objects sliding.

Meng Hongyi, who had been looking for the angle of his mouth, hesitated for a while but still didn't make a move.

He figured the problem was staring at his arm all the time.

Thinking so...

Meng Hongyi closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, kicked his feet, and raised his hands, thinking in his heart: Think of it as eating a white radish!

so hard!

Where is the meat on my grandfather's hand?

Could it be that my hand has really turned into a white radish?

Meng Hongyi, full of doubts, continued to exert force without giving up. What was outrageous was that he didn't feel any pain at all, as if... he didn't bite himself at all.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that what he was holding was a very slender white radish, and when he took a closer look, he saw a very clear tooth mark - it was printed on Qingxuan's arm!

I go, no wonder it's so hard!

The guilty Meng Hongyi slowly moved his gaze upwards, he clutched his little palm nervously, his whole expression was pitiful.

Seeing his appearance, Qingxuan, who was not angry at all, took a deep breath and tried his best to hide the strange pity in his heart.

Meng Hongyi keenly captured Qingxuan's rising and falling chest.

It takes a lot of fire to take such a deep breath!

This time, he was even weaker, and even his body trembled uncontrollably.

The contours of Qingxuan's face are not soft at all, and the pair of deep eyes under the straight sword eyebrows always radiate a cold and serious look, how can one not be afraid.

If someone from the world of cultivating immortals slaps me on the face, I won't die... right?

This was the only question that sounded silly and ridiculous that popped into Meng Hongyi's mind when he looked at Qingxuan's trembling hands.

Hands-on!

Meng Hongyi felt his head was gently touched by an extremely warm hand, and he felt that he was too scared to create an illusion.

That's exactly what happened.

Qingxuan patted Meng Hongyi's head with a cold face, like an emotionless head-touching machine.

Meng Hongyi who was being touched didn't dare to move, but quietly and obediently let Qingxuan...play with him.

After a while, Qing Xuan withdrew his hands and stood up.

He glanced at the red sun outside the window, and said silently, "The time has come."

Meng Hongyi, who has a super perceptual ability, heard this sentence, and couldn't help muttering in his heart. He followed Qingxuan's gaze and looked out. There was nothing but a red sun hanging high.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon... is there anything special?

Meng Hongyi was thinking about it when the door opened.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Qingxuan's words were clearly asked on purpose, and he was well aware of the reason why Jingci came.

Jingci didn't answer Qingxuan's question in a hurry, he took two steps forward with the intention of stepping into the forging pavilion first, Qingxuan saw through this small thought at a glance, and the confrontation fireworks between the two instantly ignited.

Jingci smiled, "Nothing, nothing, but I'm a little worried after not seeing you for seven days, so come and see."

As he said, he was about to take a detour and step into the forging pavilion.

After hearing this, Qingxuan took another step forward without showing any weakness, just blocking Jingci's gaze from looking directly at Meng Hongyi, and then he said coldly: "Now that I see it, don't worry about it."

"This..." Jing Ci frowned, "Junior brother, if you don't want to do it, let me do it. The sword spirit competition that will be held soon can't go wrong. You will not forget what the master told you Bar?"

Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and with just one sentence, he was hooked into the memory.

This is clearly a magic trick.

Seizing the opportunity, Jingci stepped forward and dodged directly into the room, Qingxuan had no time to react, and the right hand that was trying to grab hold was missed.

Jingci obviously came here for Meng Hongyi.

"You delaying little sword spirit, today I will refine you for my younger brother, so that I can fulfill my master's entrustment!"

The extraordinary Jing Ci flashed before Meng Hongyi's eyes in an instant, and he picked up Meng Hongyi and rushed towards the forge, even planning to throw him directly and roughly into the scorching furnace.

Meng Hongyi was powerless to resist, so he had to let others slaughter him.

He still struggled symbolically, which not only didn't help at all, but also annoyed Jingci.

This time, Meng Hongyi was thrown out directly. Under the high-speed rotation, he looked like an elastic ball, and he was inexplicably happy.

Meng Hongyi, who was flying in mid-air, didn't know how he should react. From the first day he traveled, he felt that everything was a psychedelic dream.

Grandpa is finally dying?

Then this dream...maybe it will wake up.

There was nothing wrong with thinking about it carefully, he had accepted the fact that he would be buried in the furnace as early as the first day.

Death, though late, has arrived.

The closer you get to the stove, the more intense the heat will feel.

With his eyes closed, Meng Hongyi thought he would be very calm, but the fiery feeling triggered his body's memory, and he suddenly recalled the warm sense of security nestled in Qingxuan's arms for the past seven days.

Compared with the flames in front of you.

The experience of being suppressed before seems to be less annoying.

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Yu Ze, a senior haunted house player who strayed into the infinite world, got a wonderful garbage collection system.

Since then, brainstorming has nothing to do with him, he just wants to be a quiet garbage picker wholeheartedly.

When faced with complex and difficult puzzles...

Everyone looked at Yu Ze who only cared about picking up trash with disgust, and mocked him maliciously as a crazy lunatic who only picked up trash with a smirk.

Yu Ze, who didn't care, gracefully tore off the blood-stained clothes on the corpse, only listening to the system beep.

[The recovery rate has reached 100%, and a talent skill that is necessary to break through has been matched and unlocked according to the host's own conditions-Isle/seductive. 】

Yu Ze really can't be dealt with.

Yu Ze, who was trying to activate his skills, wanted to try to charm the burliest man in the team to protect himself, but in the end...

A man wearing a black cloak and a strange mask appeared in front of him. After a god-level operation, he led everyone to successfully pass the level. When he was about to leave, he accidentally dropped a hard black thing.

Yu Ze was stupefied and thought to himself: Could it be the rubbish of love.

Not wanting to hurt that person's feelings, he picked it up first.

The hand of the man in black froze before he could reach out.

Yu Ze wanted to put it in his pocket, but the thing was recycled directly, and the recovery rate that was just cleared was instantly full!

In the next dungeon, Yu Zeyuan thought that the statute of limitations for charm had passed long ago, but he unexpectedly ran into the man in black again, who was still begging for nothing and following behind him.

Yu Ze: Why are you always following me?

Man in Black: I'm fucking obsessed with sex.