MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 69 Heart pleasure

Because of the insufficiency of the soul and the fact that I rarely go out to the outside world, I do n’t know much about these things. It is based on my instinct to understand and feel.

He still looks up to old age.

Don't dare to delusion or blasphemous.

He closed the album and tossed it aside, and when he saw his shoes were kicked aside, he was a little far away, and then he picked up the person and put it back on the couch.

Seeing no rejection, Sui rounded his neck and sat down obediently on the bed. However, when he let go, he saw Yan Jin turn around and fetch the spirit fruit.

The spirit fruit was put in a translucent jade box, which was bright in color and looked very good. However, based on the experience of eating countless spirit fruit over the years, he felt that this fruit looked very beautiful. It must be bad.

He reached out and took hold of Yan Jin's hand, and pulled him back slightly.

Yan Jin had no defense against him, nor did he resist him, and sat down on the bed in accordance with his wishes: "What's wrong?"

Seeing nothing, I pushed him down on the bed, stood up, leaned over, and stretched one leg half to the side of Yan Jin, one hand to the side of Yan Jin's head, and the other hand slightly flexed her fingers, pinching Yan Jin's chin lifted slightly.

Then he did not hesitate to sell the two fluffy little monsters completely: "The rabbit and the squirrel said, I am the fox demon of the curse, you are the monarch who indulge in gentle hometown-like?"

He stared at him with a grin, his loose placket spread slightly, revealing the delicate collarbone, such as the waterfall's long hair was originally tied with a ribbon, but he was walking around on a soft couch, and it had fallen loose. Now, at this time, the long hair slipped from his thin shoulders, and a long strand fell on Yan Jin's cheek.

Yan Jin felt that her heart would not beat at this moment.

He tilted his head hard, trying to move his eyes away from the white-skinned neck, but the old-fashioned pinched his chin did not allow him to move. He had no choice but to close his eyes, his voice was dumb: "Not like. "

He was no longer an ignorant child of that year, and time pulled him into a powerful man. The original admiration had long since been embracing day and night in this day and night, silently transformed.

Ke Sui sees that he has always been high above him. He is a fairy-like figure. He painfully suppresses his emotions and does not dare to show the slightest fear of blaspheming his sweetheart.

I didn't think so much at the age, and he heard that "don't want", frowned slightly, and pondered for a moment.

Then imitated a certain picture in the album, leaning down and biting Yan Jin's lips.

It didn't work very hard, just a little bite, it didn't hurt at all, only the warm and soft crispy numbness swept Yan Jin's body instantly.

As soon as my lips touched, Suijian got up a little and asked with a crooked head, "Now, is it like?"

At the bottom of Yan Jin's eyes, a great storm was brewing in an instant. He looked closely at the sight of the year, as if to involve him in the storm. Breathing for a few minutes, Yan Jin suddenly reached out and clasped the soft and thin waist, one turned over, and the positions of the two turned around.

At the age of the year, I just turned around, and raised my hand around the neck of my body. At the next moment, it was covered with softness and warmth, and the hot air passed over. He opened his eyes slightly, felt very novel, and went by instinct. Respond to each other.

However, Yan Jin is a typical shot and counseling. When he saw him responding to him, he immediately returned to his senses, stiffened, and struck his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly got up and left a "sorry" in a panic. Just turn around and win the door!

Sui Jian was the first time to see Yan Jin so hastily. When Yan Jin disappeared, he licked his lips and suddenly felt very interesting.

Sui Jian confiscated all of the two plush albums, and the two plushs dared to be angry and turned in their grievances. They turned around and hugged in the corner. When Yan Jin looked over, she asked again. Raising their heads and pretending to pretend not to be heartache at all, to contribute to the age is their supreme glory.

The two fluffy are so timid, Yan Jin is also counseling, he dare not stop, but can only look at the old age, his expression is complicated.

Sure enough, the picture book opened the door to the new world for Sui Jian. Although Sui Jian has no memory or practice, the temperament that dares to try new things has not changed. There is no one else here. Anything new in Sui Jian can only catch Yan Jin's experiment.

For a long time, Yan Jin lived in deep water, sweet and painful.

Occasionally he would not be able to hold back the secret thoughts in his heart, but as soon as he looked up and saw the face of Sui Xiu Xiu, he would immediately sigh.

No.

Seeing so good at age, how can he blaspheme the gods.

He was hesitating and struggling. The immortal did not hesitate and acted on his own interest. He was very free and easy, with a faint look of youth.

Yan Jin felt that he was going crazy.

But what really drove him crazy one night.

Sui Jian took advantage of him to go out to get the elixir, combined the two fluffy, and buried several jars of spirit wine in the yard, groaned out, and drank it.

The two fluffy consciously broke into trouble, feeling Yan Jin's breath all the way away, and fled away, leaving the half-drunk years old in the yard, with three large jars of wine in front of them-one of them Dumped, apparently drunk.

"This altar is delicious ..." A glimpse of Yan Jin's return, pierced the empty altar with a guilty conscience, and decided to pre-emptively: "I want to leave you a little, but this can't blame me, it's the wine first Hand, it pours it into my glass, who can bear it ... "

Because of drunkenness, the eyes of Suimian were dimly shimmering, and the lips were stained with wine, with a little moisturization, which was particularly attractive. He stood up staggeringly, took two steps, and was teetering.

Yan Jin couldn't bear much, and took him into her arms in the first two steps.

Seeing that he took advantage of his situation to embrace his waist, and buried his head in his chest. He also knew that he was drinking too much on the whim, afraid of Yan Jin's reproach, and wistfully shifted the topic: "I'm drunk, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep ..."

I did n’t feel it until I just drank. At this time, I stood up and blew the cool breeze. Suddenly I felt drunk when I was young, and I felt like he was all hot, and he was not sober. . "

What happened later was probably to come to an end, and the fire was dry. In this case, Yan Jin would probably die one step before he saw him.

One is tempting unconsciously.

One person hides a long suppressed depression.

Once the long-settled desires surging up, it is overwhelmingly uncontrollable, and Sui Jian has no protection against him. No matter what Yan Jin does, he accepts it, only holding Yan Jin confused and humming.

Yan Jin's eyes glowed with madness, struggling to maintain a trace of sobriety, refraining from being too impulsive to hurt her arms, no matter how many, he could not think.

Seeing as soft as a white cat at the age, Yan Jin was rubbed flattened and pinched round, and her fair skin was covered with intoxicating red halo. He squinted his eyes, his eyes narrowed, and raised his hands around Yan Jin's neck. Feeling in the cloud, erratic, only the person who is true can rely on.

When he was emotional, he was awake for a moment, and suddenly raised his head slightly. In the ultimate joy, he reached Yan Jin's ear and trembled, "Ajin, I like you ..."

Yan Jin couldn't take it anymore, holding him and throwing his gun away.

...

There was a crackling sound, as if it was the sound of a breaking water.

Shen Zhixian forcibly got away from the memory illusion, her face was reddish. I do not know when Yan Jin was already holding him up, and the two were hugging on the soft couch in a particularly intimate posture.

Shen Zhixian hit Yan Jin with his forehead in anger and anger, not too weak. After he hit it, he felt his forehead pain: "You are not attentive."

Yan Jin said a word without refuting.

He couldn't refuse Shen Zhixuan's request, but he also knew that Shen Zhixian was thin-skinned, and seeing these memories must be unable to resist the illusion.

Shen Zhixian stood in front of him well now, smart and full of vitality, so he didn't want to let Shen Zhixian know the later difficulties.

His age is so good that he should not have suffered so much.

However, Shen Zhixian did not allow Yan Jin to change the subject, and he did not forcibly enter Yan Jin's memory illusion, only slightly tilted his head to guess: "I can't hold it anymore, right?"

In the end, there is no support from bones, and a nimble body was fabricated by spiritual power alone. It could not last for a while. He probably couldn't hold it after the last life. It was going to dissipate, so Yan Jin thought of another method. Let him be born again.

Yan Jin whispered: "The soul-tracking grass is mature. In addition to its role of soul-fixing, it can trace back to time ..."

He, Si Fei, and the bald monk, three people, at the cost of life, reversed the time gear of the entire world and traced everything back to the moment when the error had not completely occurred.

The hardships that ordinary people can't imagine, but there is no need to mention Shen Zhixian.

Yan Jin didn't say that Shen Zhixian could actually guess one or two. His heart was sour, and his shame had just been thrown away. He reached back and hugged Yan Jin, and kissed the corner of Yan Jin ’s lips. ... It's okay, we are all fine. "

He thought about it and asked, "What's going on now? There is only one Soulgrass, and it's a small grass bud. Then why did I see another one in the immortal city a few days ago ..."

"The soul-stirring grass had a soul when it matured in the previous life, and I don't know what opportunities it has. It can be reborn with us. The one in the immortal city is probably it ..." Yan Jin rarely said such a long word He groaned for a moment, giving a vague statement: "It is one of its souls."

Shen Zhixian stunned and said quietly, "Give it so. No wonder the little grass bud is so slimy to you, it turned out that you raised it ... So how did you get here? Are you on the mountain? Woke up yesterday Can't find you. "

Yan Jin shook her head: "I'm just an illusion here, probably because of a contract or something, so I can project from the wasteland."

This is a new feature of the contract he just discovered. He is still in the wilderness now, and has not been able to get away for a while, but he always remembers Shen Zhixuan in his heart.

Probably the thoughts and devotion were too strong, the contract kept heating up to hot, and then he mastered this secret technique without a teacher, allowing himself to project to Shen Zhixian, and even contact Shen Zhixian.

However, the effect of this mystery is very short, and it can only be maintained for a short period of time at night. When the first light of the sun shines through, the mystery will dissipate.

Shen Zhixian raised her hand, pinched Yan Jin's cheek, and exclaimed: "This contract is really powerful, A Jin's vision is real."

He was planning to ask how the secret technique was performed so that he could project it to Yan Jin to see it, but before the words came out, he felt the restraint set on the outside trembled violently—someone broke through his cloth Prohibition.

"Sister Nephew-Xiao Shen-Ah, are you back?"

As soon as the four elders returned to Qing Yunzong, they heard that Shen Zhixian was out of the gate and his heart was cured. In shock, he couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to hurriedly avoid people and rush to Wufeng.

He came quietly, and did not let the young disciples go to the news, so he went up the mountain alone. He was so anxious to find Shen Zhixian's proof that he couldn't wait to say hello, and broke into Shen Zhixian's restraint directly.

Then he was dumbfounded.

Shen Zhixian was sitting on Yan Jin's legs, leaning sideways. The two heads were close together. Yan Jin's hands were wrapped around Shen Zhixuan's waist, and Shen Zhixuan's hands were wrapped around Yan Jin's neck. The two looked very close.

The four elders felt that they were petrifying. When the wind blows, they will be scattered.

He stepped back stiffly, forcing himself to calm down: "Good night, good nephew, good nephew and brother-in-law. You are busy, let me go first ..."

The author has something to say: Jin Cub, a real man in the air every day (bushi

It's late, ohh, the guests came from the house and left late.

——————

Thank you Xiaokuo Ai for your dream grenade x 2;

Thank you for the mines of Xiaokuo: 007, Daofangfang qaq, Seven Seven Seven Seven yt, and Book Shuqiu 1;

Thank you, Xiaokuo lovers:

30 bottles of Qing Ruji; 5 bottles of steamed Yeji and Dianshu Qiu; 1 bottle of goose, goose, and Xia Yi Nanchuan;

(づ ￣3￣) づ ╭ 啾啾 啾 ~