snow every week

After a commotion, Senior Brother Song Yuan, who had just returned, was diagnosed with heat poisoning by the Fourth Elder, who was both trained in medicine and swordsmanship, and was sent non-stop to Yuheng Peak, the only place where cold jade beds had been prepared all year round, and placed in the Lingyun Pagoda where he used to live.

After this incident, everyone sighed and sighed.

He only thought that his cultivation had been completely lost, but he didn't want to be infected with heat poison now.

Really poor.

Fortunately, because of Mr. Yuheng and his nephew Xie, Yuheng Peak never lacks cold jade beds.

"Although Mr. Song's nephew Xiu Yuheng's Shengyi sword is not outstanding, but his swordsmanship is somewhat similar to mine. If I had brought him to Gushe Peak earlier, maybe now..."

It was the Sixth Elder who spoke, but the Eighth Elder next to her frowned and said, "You think I didn't want it? Xiao Jiu's temper looks like he doesn't care, but he is actually domineering."

The Sixth Elder is not the same as the head of the sect or certain elders. She is not from the Ningqing Sword Sect, and has been famous for a long time when she entered the sect. Jun Yuheng, who was in seclusion, was not very familiar with him, so he stopped talking when he heard the words.

But when she was a casual cultivator, she was very well-informed, so she vaguely remembered that Mr. Yuheng was the only son of the former head of the sect. He was very big, and before his ascension, he entrusted the still young Yuheng Jun with the current head.

It's a bit strange to say, how could this pair of gods and couples dote on their young son so hastily soar to the top.

Xu really couldn't take it away, the Sixth Elder shook his head, after all, he was born with a disease.

Presumably, life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten times, and monks have a long lifespan, but they cannot take full advantage of their blessings.

That night.

Yuheng Peak is no different from other peaks. The Ningqing Sword Sect does not have guards, only some keen outer disciples are waiting at the foot of the mountain to give an early warning in case of accidents. After all, the main sword of the Ningqing Sect is mostly diligent and ascetic. Famous sword cultivators, cultivators don't need to rest, and sword cultivators don't need to sleep well.

But at this moment in the Lingyun Pagoda, on the night when all the brothers and sisters were sweating profusely, there was someone curled up in the thin soft quilt, sleeping with his clothes slightly open and his black hair disheveled.

Someone was soaking wet, dripping from the tail of his clothes, and slowly opened his door.

The cold jade bed that was temporarily moved, out of the careful consideration of the Eighth Elder, was hung with a snow-white soft tent to protect it from the wind, but the two stacks of soft tents couldn't cover anything, instead, they ate the bright moonlight without saying anything, calling the baby in their arms The face, neck, and calf of the person on display are all clearly illuminated, and Van Beesson is three points, it is better to say it bluntly.

It’s been a good month to gather snow, and I’m pregnant with xiangli.

He became short of breath, and walked forward in three steps at a time. His boots made no sound, and each step left wet marks. He pushed aside a layer of gauze and a layer of curtains.

A drop of water dripped from his forehead hair, just falling on his beautiful face, and slid down the bridge of his nose.

He stared wide-eyed, took two steps back as if he had committed a great evil, and then groped around again, finally found a dry veil, carefully wiped off the water stain, his pale lips fluttered with cold , He issued a series of careful apologies.

"Sorry, sorry, brother."

"I caused you, I caused you to have a fever, I caused you to be like this, I punished myself, I lay down on the top of the peak for four hours, senior brother, so, so you are satisfied?"

The face in the peaceful sleep would not answer him.

But Ruan Chengxing didn't care, he just stared at him obsessively, feeling that the dream seven years ago was rushing back to his chest intensified, making him sore and soft, those fanatical desires that once overwhelmed him once again flooded into his mind .

Song Yuan is not dead.

Now lying in front of him, curled up in the thin quilt, her face flushed from sleep, her thin eyelashes trembling with her long breath.

His hands immediately discarded the veil, and went to caress this soft and hot face.

"Brother, long time no see," Ruan Chengxing said with a faint smile on his lips, and quickly disappeared, "It's been seven years, and I've always been afraid, I've always been afraid that someone would bring a corpse to me and say you were dead , You were killed by me."

"Am I wrong? Brother, am I wrong?" His icy fingertips were like cool dew, and wherever he went, the people in the tent looked soothed, "You shouldn't like him, he's arrogant, unreasonable, a little I don't even understand your kindness, what are you doing to save him?"

When he said this, his handsome face like the morning sun was covered with shadows, a black line gradually appeared on the top of his forehead, hanging down to the center of his eyebrows, like a demon, his eyes became thick black, his voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was regretful and sinister Ruthless: "If, if you don't come down from the mountain, just say something, you are afraid, senior brother, I will take you away immediately, I don't want this kind of plan, I don't want this righteous way, I will take you away immediately, go back to the Demon Realm, and marry you." My princess, oh, no, what is your name here? Young Madam?"

His palm followed the trend, gently grasping the hot bare neck, feeling the pulsation happily.

"But you don't want to," Ruan Chengxing's tone was more regretful, and he muttered to himself, as if lost his soul, "You like him so much and you don't want to talk to me. I'm so angry. I want to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect it. I I didn't expect it to be so cold."

"I did something wrong, senior brother. My mistake was that I didn't force you to marry me. Those old bastards kept blocking me, but you cared for me like that before and saved me. Don't you really have any affection for me?" Nothing? You don’t know how to seek life and death, you will definitely be angry at first, but gradually, you will find out,” Ruan Chengxing smiled happily, looking down with fascination, “I am much better than him, you will Love me, Senior Brother, you can’t move an inch in Demon Realm, just like now.”

"You won't be able to sleep well all night long, those demons will scare you so much that you dare not go out, you just sit in my magic palace, on the bed, and wait for me to see you, at first you will scold me, Brother, you can only call people a bastard, you don't know how cute you are, so I will untie your hair and put you on the bed."

The other big palm turned to cover the clean calf without boots and socks, and then put the lonely wrist bone, let it rub against the wet water marks, lifted it lightly, and felt it soft inch by inch Holding the slippery snow-white legs, holding its knees, the joy in Ruan Chengxing's eyes expanded again, and his pupils were dark and bewitching.

"You will kick me," the hand on Song Yuan's neck caressed Song Yuan's soft and rosy lips, and stretched the guard's lips with two slender fingers, revealing the snow-white teeth and tender red cavity, and tapped with his fingers, as if asking if he could let him go , although he only got a frowning response, but he was still unrelenting, "I will still bite me."

"But brother, you don't know the meaning of biting a man," Ruan Chengxing laughed, with a dissolute and intoxicated expression, "I will show this tooth mark to everyone, and from now on, everyone's eyes will change when they look at you, good brother .”

"What happened in the end?" He leaned down, ignoring the cold air released by Hanyu through the thick mattress, and the slightly frowning brows of the person on the bed, and gently pressed his lips to Song Yuan's ear, "Brother, you can only rely on me in the end." Now, you can only love me, and love me more and more, you become my princess, my young lady, my wife."

"My virgin," he murmured, in a tone like a sweet heartfelt prayer, "my whore."

However, he missed it for a while, and the person in the palm turned over violently, not only slipped away from his hand, but also caused him to be slapped weakly by the hair.

It also made him froze slightly, squinting his eyes and straightening his body: "Brother, are you awake?"

The wet red face with closed eyes told him no.

It was his body temperature that became hot and made the brother feel unwell.

Ruan Chengxing lowered his eyes, not lucky, but a little irritable for no reason, thinking of another thing.

The "husband" in the mouth of that senior brother.

He immediately recalled the five thunderbolts when he heard it for the first time in the meeting hall, his expression became gloomy, he sucked his fingertips, and paced around anxiously: "Brother, you wouldn't spoil yourself like this, right? You lied, you still like that People, you, you, how can you commit yourself to a... a..."

Just saying this made him feel insulted, and his brows trembled slightly in displeasure.

Brother's body, brother's cheek, brother's smile, brother's finger, brother's ankle.

How is it possible, how is it possible?

A lowly hunter, a lowly human race, he is worthy, and he dares.

Ruan Chengxing finally convinced himself, the burning magma-like jealousy and hatred faded away, and there was another handsome face of his junior and senior.

He carefully twisted up the corner of the quilt, covered his brother's bare legs, and cast a displeased glance at the moon outside the window, and closed the window with his hand.

He leaned down again and announced in a soft tone like a raving.

"If he really existed, I would gouge out his eyes, cut off his tongue, cut off his ears, and chop off his fingers. Who told him to see you, who told him..."

He paused, his face became more gloomy and terrifying, and the hatred in his eyes almost solidified.

"...I want thousands of vicious dogs to bite his flesh and blood, no, I want hundreds of millions of devil ants to devour his life bit by bit, he will itch to death, and the pain will kill him, in front of you to me Kneel down, smash his forehead, and turn him into a lowly dog, a pile of ugly rotten flesh, I can't ask him to live, I can't ask for death, then, what else do you like about him?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the face of his senior brother who seemed to be restless in sleep, and the ferocious face slowly calmed down again, turning into a gentle and loving gaze, and his fingertips gently fell on the slightly frowning brows of the dreamer, caressing for him. Peace of mind.

"Brother, you are always better than seven years ago, aren't you?"

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The Sword Sect sounded strange, so it was changed to Sword Sect.