Chapter 3471

The touch on the lips is soft and confusing. The tip of the tongue gently presses against him and tries to pry open his lips and teeth. Everything adds a bit of secret and unspeakable ambiguity under the incomparable soberness of both sides.

Xianjun's breath was stifled. His thinking was suddenly blank for a time. He didn't expect that dyed white could be bold enough to wake up in the morning and kiss his master

He tried to push her away, but ran Bai's accomplishments held them down and shrouded them. She gently bit Yu Chen's thin and soft lips, leaving a cold and dirty bite mark. Xian Jun refused to open his lips, his teeth were closed, and only a trace of tooth line appeared. Ran Bai was not in a hurry. She just bit his thin lips carefully, and the voice between his lips and teeth was a little hoarse, Misty and ambiguous: "if you don't like it... You can push me away with Xueji."

She gave him a chance.

Xianjun has never been treated like this, and it is unprecedented to be kissed under such pressure. Even the fog in his eyes, dense with moisture, and even his indifferent breathing voice is in a hurry. His fingers clasped on Xueji and stretched out a terrible senbai.

She made cultivation to suppress him. He could easily break it with Xueji, but it was bound to hurt her.

The scene in front of him collided with the absurdity in the hot spring that day, and Yu Chen never moved.

Dyed white fingertip pinched his jaw and forced Xianjun to look up. She entangled him in a gap, and the light fragrance lingered between breathing crisscross, which made people sober and sink.

Xianjun's white clothes were pressed by people. His eyes became misty because of kissing. His eyes and tail were red. He wanted to be destroyed. He caught lust inch by inch and stretched a good-looking radian on his back.

"You see." dyed white fingertips gently rubbed the delicate, cold and white skin of his chin, and the action was cold and lingering. "You don't want to hurt me, and you don't like it."

His reaction was green and misty. He could only slightly raise his eyes and let her play with it. He was kissed to swallow and refused to speak out. He seemed forced, but he was obedient to his will.

Until dyed white straightened up and left his lips.

Xianjun's fingertips lost strength, so he could only lean against the wall weakly, and his back was no longer so upright. His long eyelashes were stained with moisture, covering his misty eyes. His thin lips were slightly open, and the exposed tooth lines were beautiful and snow-white. He let out a light gasp, but he was bitten by him again. The thin and soft lips were cold and Fei, leaving sparkling water color. The bite marks under the corner of his lips were obvious, With the ambiguity of kissing, looking at the coolness as high as in the past, I really want to be bullied by people.

"Master." the devil bent his eyebrows and fingertips across his lips, "I like you very much."

"Ink White..." Yu Chen's voice was a little dumb. When he spilled his lips and teeth, he took a bit of sand. It was clear that his tone was cold like cold ice and snow, but his eyes and tail were red. He had no momentum and no deterrent. He asked, "when did it start?"

"The first time we met." ranbai said bluntly, smiling: "I wanted to kiss you like this at that time."

Xianjun drooped his eyes slightly, and the end of his eyes outlined the radian of the breeze and the moon. His eyelids were very thin and naturally sharp. Especially when there was no temperature at all, he was even colder and dared not look directly. But now these eyes were fogged by the devil and reflected her shadow. His tone was not warm and light: "what I repair is ruthless."

"If you don't enter the world of mortals and never understand love, how can you find out the ruthless way?" ran Bai was eloquent and said righteously: "apprentice can be your love robbery."

“……”

Yu Chen frowned faintly and his fingertips turned white.

"Master, don't think too much." ran Bai didn't want to force people to a dead end. After all, it's impossible to look at people's temperament. She hooked her lips and smiled, revealing two dimples. Under her arrogant and loose appearance, she was a little cute: "I can wait."

"As long as the master later..." she said vaguely, "don't hide from me."

Xianjun was silent and didn't speak.

He could detect something deviating from the original track, running in the opposite direction, out of control.

Something's wrong.

But I can't resist it.

Maybe that day, because of dyeing white, Xianjun didn't avoid it, but his attitude was a lot colder.

There are only two of them on duanyuan peak. Yu Chen still needs to teach the girl to practice. There are many opportunities to contact, and he can't avoid it if he wants to.

There are only five days left for Xuanqing sect's fairy sword meeting.

Duanyuan peak,

In the peach forest.

"Concentrate."

The cold and upright voice fell, and the fairy king in white stood aside. He was in the peach forest, with thousands of colorful flowers and dim lights in the sky behind him. His snow clothes were clean and frosty, and his clothes were close to the wind and spotless.

The girl in red was lazy. She held the Blood Sword alone. The light of the sword turned and started a peach blossom falling in succession.

"Wrong." Yu Chen's voice was calm and pleasant, "the ninth style comes again."

Ran Bai practiced again according to his words.

Yu Chen looked at her faintly, "it's still wrong."

"I can't practice this sword style well." the devil stopped and looked at him innocently, "why don't you teach me?"

"Ben Jun said, you practice."

"That's not what I meant." ran Bai drew a circle with a sword in one hand and smiled. "I mean, it's more useful for the master to teach me himself."

She bit the word herself hard.

"The sword style is not difficult. It's easy with your comprehension ability." the young Xianjun looked indifferent. Qingjun's exquisite face was extremely beautiful against the background of the peach forest, but he didn't have half the temperature. He looked at her quietly. "After practicing the nine styles before dark, he won't be punished a hundred times."

“……”

Can't move.

Sure enough, it is still strong and efficient.

Have to admit,

Xianjun really attaches great importance to her apprentice, which is reflected in cultivation.

Strict and self disciplined, almost harsh.

White skull pain.

She is a devil, or a devil. When the time comes, all the fights will be fought with the sword technique of Yu CHENXIAN, the immortal sect. What's the matter.

Tut.

She thought carelessly while dancing her sword. The sword Qi swept through the peach blossoms. When ran Bai said no, it was really "no". In short, the ninth move was not right once.

Yu Chen looked beside him. The picture of a girl dancing a sword was reflected in his dark eyes, and his eyebrows frowned.

Dye Bai is practicing his sword. With every turn of his wrist, red clothes fly in the room. It is the romantic and freehand style of his eyes and eyebrows when he was a young man.

Just a clear and sober fragrance suddenly lingered between the wings of the nose, just like a handful of new snow on the top of a snow mountain.

The slender cold fingers pressed on her hand and gently covered it to adjust her sword posture.

"So --"

The falling sound line is clear and pleasant.

Dyed white vaguely lifted the corners of her lips and said yes.

Yu Chen pressed her hand, stood tall behind the girl and taught her to practice sword.

Every time the sword is wielded, the wind whispers and the empty peach blossoms fall.