The fishing beauty scum died and escaped after finishing Xianzun

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Rainy.

Lu Yunqi frowned, the room was empty and there was no one there, and no one came back after waiting for a long time, he raised his eyes and glanced at the increasingly dark sky outside.

After a pause, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the cave. It was raining heavily and the mountain road was a bit muddy and slippery. The footprints were also washed away by the rain, and there was no trace of anyone walking by at all.

After searching for those caves that could hide from the rain for a long time, Lu Yunqi's clothes were completely wet, and his expression gradually became serious.

At this moment, a relatively hidden cave in front of him came into view, Lu Yunqi straightened his expression, stepped forward to check, and suddenly there was a faint whimpering sound.

There was a hint of crying in his voice, Lu Yunqi choked for breath, his hand holding the oil-paper umbrella turned white, his whole body froze in place as if frozen.

The voice appeared and disappeared intermittently, and came from the cave in front of him. The sound of the rain around him seemed to have quieted down, and only the joyful cries of the young boy in the cave remained in his ears.

Very thin, soft breath sounds and whimpers floated in the air.The oil-paper umbrella in his hand fell slowly to the ground, and when the pouring rain hit him, his dark eyes moved slowly, and he suddenly realized what was happening in the cave.

The body was heavy and unable to take a step, Lu Yunqi lowered his eyes in a trance, and the magic cleansing grass hidden in the skirt seemed to be extremely hot at this moment.

Closing his eyes, Lu Yunqi carefully took out the spirit plant given by the young man, stared at it for a long time absentmindedly, listened to the sound in the cave, picked up the fallen oil-paper umbrella, turned and left.

Mimi stared open her eyes, blinking slowly the red eyes at the end of her eyes, the sound of the rain falling on the leaves outside made Rongzhuo gradually wake up.

He looked up and looked around in a daze, and found that he was already in his own room, and he was the only one in the empty room, half sitting up with his hands on the bed.

But there was a dense soreness in the waist, Rong Huo took a low breath, suddenly lost strength and fell back on the bed, and the memories flooded in his mind.

Her fair cheeks turned red and white in an instant, her whole body was sore as if she had been crushed, Rong Huo bit her lower lip, her palms trembled, and she couldn't help patting the bed underneath.

There was a creaking sound of the door being pushed, Rong Huo raised his eyes and saw Jing Mo walking towards him slowly, dressed in white, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, his scarlet eyes had turned back to normal black.

Leaning over to look at the young man lying on the bed, the corner of Jing Mo's mouth raised into a smile, with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes, he leaned over and kissed his confused and flushed face.

"Wake up? Eat something first."

Shui Mist's eyes glared at the man angrily, Rong Huo coldly raised his hand and pushed Jing Mo away: "Go away, don't touch me..."

"Drink some porridge first." Jing Mo gently lifted Rong Zhuo up as if he didn't hear, and let someone lean on him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Rong Zhuo's lips, and said warmly, "I haven't eaten all day. Let’s have some porridge first.”

Smelling the scent of the porridge, Rong Huo realized that he was indeed a little hungry. After looking at the man dissatisfied, he thought for a while and swallowed the porridge on his lips.

While drinking porridge with the man's hand, she looked at the man's strange face, paused, Rong Huo raised her hand to touch Jing Mo's face, her slender fingers groped everywhere on Jing Mo's face.

Raising his hands to grab Jing Mo's chin and both sides of his cheeks, there seemed to be nothing unusual about the skin on his face, without any gaps.

"Stop playing, finish the porridge first." Jing Mo's hoarse voice sounded, and some longing appeared in his dark eyes.

Hearing this, Rong Huo turned his face slightly to avoid the porridge that Jing Mo handed to his lips, looked at him complicatedly, and shook his head: "I don't want to drink it anymore."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to push Jing Mo away and lie down. Jing Mo glanced at the half bowl of porridge, and frowned slightly: "Drink a few more."

Rong Huo resolutely pushed away Jing Mo's hand, and seeing Jing Mo's holding his hand in a stalemate, the anger that he had suppressed just now surged up: "I said I don't want to drink anymore, go away, what are you doing in my way?"

During the struggle, there was a soreness in the waist, and Rong Huo's face suddenly turned pale. His waist and abdomen were so weak that he could hardly sit still. After a while, he fell into Jing Mo's arms, took a low and uncomfortable breath, and said: "Why do you always Are you bullying me?"

Seeing that Rong Huo's expression was wrong, Jing Mo's face changed slightly, he hugged Rong Huo's limp body, looked down at Rong Huo's uncomfortable expression, raised his hand and gently rubbed Rong Huo's waist, and said in a low voice.

"It's not bullying..."

Satisfied looking at the marks on Rong Huo's neck, with a gentle smile in his eyes, he bent down and buried his head in Rong Huo's neck and took a deep breath.

"Really?" Feeling the rapid breathing on his neck, Rong Zhuo turned his eyes, "Don't you just want your Taoist companion?"

Pushing away the man who buried his head on his neck, Rong Zhuo smiled slightly, raised his hand around the man's neck, and said softly: "Then why do you still do this to me?"

Jing Mo stared blankly at the young man who was very close to him, his eyes fell on the young man's red lips, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"I want you..."

"You understand..."

"Understand what?" Rong Huo quickly blocked the man's thin lips approaching him, looked at the man's hard-working expression, chuckled lightly, leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, "Master..."

As soon as the words fell, Rong Huo felt something suddenly pressing against the side of his legs, and he raised his lips and smiled: "I casually called Master, what are you so excited about?"

"I like...your voice." The man's eyes lit up slightly, he panted anxiously, and was about to fall down on the bed under pressure.

There was a chill in Rongzhu's eyes, he lifted his white and thin feet against the man's chest, tilted his head, and said casually: "Want me?"

The man put his arms around Rong Huo's ankles, looked at Rong Huo enthusiastically, breathed rapidly, and couldn't bear the blue veins on his arms, and nodded in a daze.

"But I don't want to do this kind of thing with you again." Rong Huo narrowed his eyes slightly, "After all, you and I are just strangers who have known each other for a few days."

"When your injury recovers, you can leave." Rong Huo said indifferently, "What happened today, just pretend it never happened..."

The hand holding his ankle tightened, the man's eyes were filled with coldness, and the breath around him suddenly condensed, Rong Huo glanced at the man indifferently, and struggled to withdraw his foot.

Lie down slowly, pull over the quilt, close your eyes sleepily, and when your consciousness gradually became drowsy, Rong Huo suddenly felt a warm touch floating on his face.

Opening his eyes in a daze, a strand of hair falling down like the first snow came into view, Rong Huo looked at the familiar face in front of him, and sighed silently.

"I was wrong..." The man put his hands on Rong Huo's sides and leaned closer to Rong Huo, "I didn't mean to lie to you, I just wanted to stay by your side."

"Don't chase me away..."

Rong Huo looked at the man quietly, and after a long silence, he said, "Besides this, do you have anything else to hide from me?"

"For example, about senior brother, does it really have nothing to do with you that he becomes like this?"

The man was startled, his eyes became a little fierce: "You care about him so much?"

Seeing that Xue Huai's expression became strange again, Rong Huo said helplessly: "I just think that senior brother shouldn't suffer from this."

"Master, don't deal with senior brother again. Senior brother has done nothing wrong, and he has helped me a lot." Rong Huo looked into Xue Huai's eyes and said softly.

"As long as you don't cuddle with him anymore." Xue Huai stroked Rong Huo's cheek lightly, "I won't want to kill him again."

Rong Huo choked, thinking of the previous times when Xue Huai went crazy and injured Lu Yunqi, it seemed that it was because he had contact with Lu Yunqi, so he raised his eyes and looked at Xue Huai's unusually serious expression.

He didn't realize this problem before. He didn't expect Xue Huai to attack Lu Yun because of this great stimulation. After a pause, Rong Huo said softly: "I have nothing to do with senior brother, don't think wildly."

"You don't mean he doesn't." Xue Huai said in a cold voice as if ice had been cast in his eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Rong Huo pushed Xue Huai helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I promise you, I will keep a distance from my brother in the future."

"Get up, you're pressing me down." Rong Zhuo pushed Xue Huai with some difficulty breathing, "I'm going to rest, you are not allowed to touch me again."

"Why are you still so sleepy after sleeping all day, get up and move, huh?" Xue Huai raised his hand to touch Rong Huo's belt, coaxing softly.

Sensing Xue Huai's movements, Rong Huo suddenly raised his hand to hold Xue Huai's wrist, and shook his head: "Don't touch me, my whole body is so sore."

"You are too much, didn't you say you would listen to me? I called you for a long time and refused to stop, and still so hard..."

Thinking of Xue Huai's unrestrained and crazy appearance, Rong Huo shrank his body subconsciously. He had no strength at all in the back, and couldn't hold on to falling asleep, but he was still woken up abruptly.

Thinking of this, Rong Huo gripped his quilt even more tightly, and his voice began to tremble: "Get up quickly, I'm going to rest."

Xue Huai didn't move at all, his eyes darkened completely, and he smiled and said: "I can't help it when I see you, you still keep seducing me."

"When did I? I cried and begged you, did you listen?" Rong Huo said in amazement.

"Not only this time, you have been seducing me since the first time we met, and you still took a bath naked in front of me, are you really not afraid that I can't help but hug you on the spot?" Xue Huai Gently kissing Rong Zhuo's flushed cheeks from sleep, said in a hoarse voice.

"I..." Rong Huo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment. He did have a purpose to approach Xue Huai at that time. After thinking about it, he was still a little angry, "But the story book said that you have hidden diseases... "

"What?" Xue Huai paused and raised his head in doubt, "What script?"

"The folk tales say, Master, you don't like being close to others because you have a hidden disease." Rong Huo recalled the contents of the script and laughed.

"The folk tales are just stories fabricated by others. Do you believe them?" Xue Huai looked at Rong Huo angrily and a little funny, "I really don't like people getting close, but it doesn't mean I have hidden diseases."

"Just because of this, you dare to seduce me with confidence? Do you think I can do nothing for you?" A smile flashed in Xue Huai's eyes, "You asked for it yourself, and you can't blame others."