What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

The drunken Xue Qing finally managed to make out where his room was.

After walking this long corridor, he was already a little more awake than before due to the cool night wind, but his steps were still unsteady.

The alcoholic strength of this wine is still a bit too strong for Xue Qing.

He pushed the door open very clumsily, staggered into the room, and groped to close the door.

The inside of the house was much warmer than the outside, and as soon as Xue Qing entered, he felt more drunk again.

There was only one lamp in the room.

The light was not very bright, and it was dimly shining a dim sunset on the wall.

In the dim candlelight, a person was sitting on the ground meditating.

The body is tall and straight, like a towering mountain.

Eyes lowered and closed, his complexion reflected by the candlelight was like jade, like the cold frost and proud snow on the top of a mountain.

——Cold and unreasonable.

Although Fahai should be regarded as returning from vulgarity now, and re-entering the world of mortals.

However, he still persists in the habit of meditating and practicing, mostly to calm his mind and practice better.

Normally, Xue Qing would not disturb Fa Hai's cultivation.

But drunk tonight, he stared at Fahai for a while as he meditated quietly.

He staggered closer.

Deep and shallow unsteady footsteps sounded in my ears.

Getting closer.

Fa Hai paused as he moved the prayer beads.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

The sound of the prayer beads being plucked was only chaotic for a moment, but the calmness behind it seemed to be trying to hide it.

The breath with the aroma of wine sprinkled on the tip of his nose.

"Drinking...?"

Fa Hai just opened his phoenix eyes.

But half of the words that were asked were silenced.

The phoenix eyes widened, but the troublemaker laughed narrowly.

The beauty in disheveled clothes leaned over and offered her lips after drinking to the jade-faced monk who was meditating on the ground.

The long ink-like hair hangs down along with his movements, like a shiny black satin.

The wine on Xue Qing's lips had dried up.

But when he touched Fa Hai's lips, he stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, and tasted the sweet taste of wine again.

"Monk, your mouth is so sweet."

With his lips still pressed tightly, Xue Qing was already smiling cheerfully, smiling sweetly looking at the handsome face so close in front of him.

As he spoke, his lips moved slightly.

Fa Hai has always been like a god who has no heart, no desires and no desires to fall into the world of mortals.

It seemed that nothing in the world could make his eyes move slightly.

But even such a cold-hearted person would be fluctuated by a sudden kiss from him.

If it weren't for the inability to fake his eyes, Xue Qing would always doubt whether the high and dust-free god was moved.

Thinking of this, Xue Qing suddenly felt annoyed, and he couldn't help biting the lip of the person in front of him angrily.

But after the bite, he felt that the bite was too heavy, so he licked the bitten place on his lips with the tip of his tongue as if apologetic, as a comfort.

And the man he kissed stagnated for breath.

The drunkenness really made people unconscious. Xue Qing, who didn't admit it after messing up, stood up, clapped his hands, turned around and wanted to leave.

A flower is beautifully turned out of the hem of the clothes, which looks very free and easy.

But he just took a step slowly, and a strong big hand grabbed his wrist and wrapped it easily.

With only a light pull, the beauty who was already in a mess was pulled back along with this force.

Xue Qing, whose bones were softened by alcohol, sat on the man's hard thigh, and fell into the man's embrace with his sandalwood fragrance.

The temperature on the other person made Xue Qing feel hot, and he struggled to get up.

The big hand that was holding his wrist tightly clasped his waist at some point, locking him in his arms and making him unable to escape.

Xue Qing's waist is too thin, two hands can firmly encircle and grasp it.

"Wow."

The beauty bit her lip and let out a pitiful cry, as if she was about to cry.

He felt that something was wrong, so he changed his ways to make the person in front of him feel ruthless.

However, the man in front of him didn't soften his heart because of this, and clasped the back of his head with his big hand, pressing down with an undeniable force.

Trapped in Fa Hai's arms, Xue Qing was forced to endure the violent storm.

In the uninterrupted touch, Xue Qing slowly closed his eyes, and finally began to cooperate with all his attention.

Arms wrapped around Fahai's neck.

The aroma of the wine is stronger.

Intertwined with sandalwood.

It's difficult to differentiate.

The moonlight tonight was extraordinarily gentle, and the moonlight shone faintly, not wanting to disturb the couple.

The bed curtain moved faintly, and there was a sound that was neither high nor low.

And the wind from nowhere blows the veiled curtain of the bed, revealing a bit of the scene inside.

During the shaking, Xue Qing opened his eyes in a daze, barely able to see the moving bed curtains around him.

At this moment, he was almost sober, but the feeling coming from his body made him feel extremely ashamed.

The monk on his body still looked indifferent and calm, even his clothes had not been taken off.

If Xue Qing hadn't clearly felt what the man was doing at this time, the monk's clothes would have looked extremely dignified.

Sweat slowly slid down Fa Hai's cool handsome face, condensed on his chin, and then fell on Xue Qing's flesh.

Xue Qing couldn't help shaking.

Fahai's sweat was hot, with scorching heat.

He had to sigh that the body of a monster is indeed so suitable for pleasure.

Even if a man's movements are a little heavier, his body can automatically enjoy it.

Xue Qing couldn't help curling his toes in waves, trying to close himself like a struggling clam.

But every time you try, you will still be forced to open it and be forced to accept it.

Finally, after a short rest, Xue Qing ran away from under Fa Hai, clutching the bed sheet.

Stinky monk.

Xue Qing cursed aggrievedly in his heart.

"No more."

The blue hair was soaked in sweat, messy and pitifully stuck to his cheek.

Xue Qing repeated this sentence pitifully.

But in the end it was due to exhaustion that Xue Qing moved forward a few times, and her delicate and thin ankle was grasped by the scorching big thigh.

Covering his skin, he pulled back mercilessly.

Then he was easily dragged back into the "cage" he just escaped from earlier.

"Well."

Just as Xue Qing uttered a sentence, the ending turned into a whimper of grievance because of the man's dumbness stuck in his throat.

The grievance is extremely pitiful, but it makes people's eyes sink, and the secret and other desires grow wildly.

Xue Qing's hands grabbed Fa Hai's arm as if to push and refuse, as if to cater.

He raised his face to meet Fa Hai's eyes, even at this moment, Fa Hai's eyes were calm, as if the heat hadn't melted the ice a little bit.

But Xue Qing could feel the heavy desire coming from it, the ice melted into an impenetrable water mist, wrapping him with nowhere to go.

He was obviously in a state of confusion and didn't know what was going on, but these pair of phoenix eyes were still appreciating his mood with great interest, just like appreciating a beautiful scenery.

"Don't look..."

Xue Qing muttered aloud, but there was an unconcealable shy gasp between the words.

He was ashamed of Fa Hai's gaze, which always made him feel that he could see everything in a glance.

But it is true at this time.

Xue Qing raised his sore hands, and covered his face with his arms and palms.

But just as he blocked it, his wrists were separated and clasped on both sides, and there were marks of petting on his slender fingertips.

Xue Qing whimpered but couldn't shed tears, and was forced to be dragged into the next wave.

[I've turned on the light during the audit! ! ! (kneel】

The wedding of Xu Xuan and Xue Bai was held in Xu Xuan's residence in Qiantang City.

Xu Xuan's house is not big, but it is elegant and quiet enough.

This small house was decorated with many bright red decorations by them today, red silk was hung on the eaves, and even the lanterns under the house were replaced with red.

——There is a joyful atmosphere everywhere.

Not many guests attended the wedding.

Both of Xu Xuan's parents died, and he was alone, and he had no relatives who could be called famous.

And Xue Bai only has a few friends here.

So apart from the two new couples attending the wedding today, only Xue Qingfahai, Wushuangqu Yiyi, Ale, and a little yellow bird with dull fur.

Although there were not many guests present, the atmosphere of the wedding event was fully set off, and the event was lively and lively.

Xue Bai rarely put on thick and gaudy makeup today, and her eyebrows and eyes showed a dignified beauty. She changed into a red wedding dress, but the red hijab temporarily blocked her beauty.

The wedding process is a lot.

The wedding sedan chair for the relatives stopped at the gate of Xu's house, the groom led the red and the bride, and the hydrangea fell in the middle of the red silk.

The two walked to the lobby together.

When she came out of the sedan chair, the little clever Ale did not hesitate to praise him. He praised loudly: "The bride is so beautiful——" the little yellow bird above Ale's head chirped in agreement.

Xue Bai touched Ale's little head happily.

"It seems that your sister really likes that scholar very much."

Wu Shuang changed into a new dress today specially for attending the wedding, but it was different from the red color he was used to wearing. He was wearing lotus root powder, and the makeup on his face was also restrained a lot.

He whispered into Xue Qing's ear, "I have been friends with her for many years, and I have never seen her look like such a young girl."

"Today I will reluctantly admit that she is more beautiful than me."

Wushuang leaned his face intimately on Qu Youyi's shoulder, but Qu Youyi didn't mind, Wushuang winked at Xue Qing.

It seems that he and the new Pavilion Master Qu have finally reconciled as before, and they are as affectionate as before.

Today's Xue Bai is indeed extraordinarily beautiful, all the stunning beauty has become dim in front of her.

Seeing her elder sister worshiping with Xu Xuan together, Xue Qing was not only touched, but also felt a rare sense of sadness.

I don't know if that counts as a difference.

In the past few days, he has experienced too many farewells.

There is no never-ending banquet in the world, and sometimes after this farewell, we don't know when we will see each other again.

Perhaps aware of Xue Qing's emotions at this time, Jiujiu brought a thin piece of red silk from nowhere and handed it to Xue Qing.

It's like borrowing flowers to offer Buddha to please people.

Xue Qing took the red silk and stroked Jiujiu's hairy head.

He looked at Xue Bai, who lifted his hijab and looked at Xu Xuanxiao secretly, and finally relieved in his eyes.

"One bow to heaven and earth—" "Two bows to the high hall—" "Husband and wife bow to each other—" The festive ceremony and music continued, and Ale stood on the stool and threw the delicate spring petals, which fell one after another.

Wushuang pulled Qu intentionally set off fantastic and gorgeous fireworks in the yard with demonic power, bunches of fireworks soared into the sky and bloomed in the sky.

Sometimes it is a fox with nine tails, sometimes it is a big agile white snake, and finally merged into a huge "囍" character.

Many unknown pedestrians on the street stopped to watch this grand fireworks show.

The little yellow bird chirped and fluttered its fleshy wings while singing crisply in the air.

There was a folklore that the white lady who had turned into a snake for thousands of years went to Qiantang to repay her kindness, and met Xu Lang on the Broken Bridge of the West Lake.

Only this time there was no concealment and deception, no realgar wine and flooded Buddhist temples.

Some are just their unchanging love from beginning to end, which has nothing to do with their status as transvestites.

And Xue Qing, the green snake who bumped into this world by mistake, also found his own destiny by accident.

"Monk, let's get married."

Hearing the resounding joy, Xue Qing tilted his head and whispered in Fa Hai's ear, and stepped back after speaking.

The usually calm man was stunned for a moment because of his words, and then gently bent his eyes towards him.

Love melted the ice, and there was soft spring water in his eyes.

The light smile on the handsome face is like the first meeting in the peach blossom forest that day.

The peach mist all over the mountain is dreamy red, and there is a cinnabar mole between the monk's eyebrows that is as bright as blood, and the phoenix eyes are burning. laugh.

——And Xue Qing's mind fluttered, and from that moment on, he lost his mind.

The slender red silk was intertwined at the fingertips, and he held Fahai's fingers together.

It's like Yuelao's red thread is tightly connected between their fingertips and wrists.

The silk and bamboo are melodious, and the petals are drooping. They hooked their fingertips and red lines, looked at each other and smiled.

Some people are destined to be separated, but there are also people who are always together.

This love will never change in this life, no matter where they are, they will be inseparable and depend on each other forever.