【Quick Travel】Daily life of scheming beauties playing tricks

Chang Mo slowly glanced at the stiff Dian Qing next to him, and saw that he was still slumped there like a dead snake and unresponsive, his eyes flashed slightly.

Lively and colorful

There was nothing else in his mind except this picture. He could have turned off empathy and blocked out all the strange things, but he didn't do that. Instead, he looked at her in that situation for a long time.

It's really hard to look away, even the shameful and angry look at the end has a unique flavor.

He admitted that when he went back to throw the elixir later, he did it on purpose, just to see it again.

What is this called...a crooked old man who has lived for a thousand years?

Maybe, but he wouldn't blame himself.

The intoxicating pleasure still lingered in his body, but what excited him even more was the freshness he had not experienced in a long time.

Chang Mo opened the corners of his lips and showed an extremely excited smile, and the interest in his eyes became even more intense.

There was a sudden fluctuation in his heart after a thousand years of silence, which made him look forward to the next days.

Interesting, interesting, really interesting, why not...just transfer her to Yuliu Peak.

.....

Time flows very fast, and in the world of immortality, January is passed as if it were just one day.

After all, Yuanyi has not been to Disciple Peak for a long time.

During these days, Dagger Qing came occasionally and became more clingy every time. Under his repeated requests, Yunyi became more and more skilled in lulling snakes.

"The sect competition will be held in a few days. How are you preparing?"

Facing Meng Jiuran's inquiry, she smiled mysteriously but did not give an accurate answer, and continued to draw the unfinished talisman.

The young man was obviously very familiar with her appearance, but he muttered unhappily before changing the subject: "By the way, what were you and Hozy doing the day before yesterday, and why did you come back so late."

Although he had explained it several times, Yunyi still took the trouble to say it again: "And Xia Bing, senior brother, we just went for a walk down the mountain and were a little late. I have said it many times."

"Okay, you're impatient with me again! They say you don't forget the man who dug the well when you need it. I've given you so many resources for your cultivation. Is this your attitude towards me?"

Yunyi found it funny, and his tone became more teasing: "Senior brother, is he trying to repay a favor?"

The young man tilted his cheek quickly and refused to admit his little thoughts: "No, it's just...can't you take me with you next time?"

"Then let's talk about it next time."

Meng Jiuran pursed his lips aggrievedly and looked at the woman's increasingly attractive profile. He quietly closed the distance between the two of them and stopped diagonally behind the other side. Looking from behind, he seemed to be holding the other person completely in his arms. Average inside.

Smelling the familiar aroma, his heart beat more and more violently.

After so long, his fantasy about Yunyi did not fade with time, but intensified, even turning into a blatant desire.

Longing for conversation, longing for touch, even a deeper communion that transcends everything.

After a long period of torture, he learned that this kind of feeling is called liking, but his constant behavior and personality affected his thoughts, causing him to always give answers that were completely contrary to his inner thoughts, which resulted in little progress until now.

Meng Jiuran: "Yunyi"

Yunyi: "Huh?"

Meng Jiuran: "What do you think of me?"

Yunyi: "Not very good."

Meng Jiuran: "...Can't you be more tactful?!"

Yunyi: "Senior brother... you are too close to me, can you move further away?"

Meng Jiuran's lips tightened, looking unhappy. When he lowered his head to look at the woman "in his arms" again, his rebellious heart rushed back.

This time, he directly expressed his rejection with actions. He tightly wrapped his hands around the girl's ridiculously slender waist, and refused to admit defeat: "I won't leave, so what?!"

after a long time

He was not pushed away as expected. This was undoubtedly a signal to him, which made him want to push forward a little bit, but before his head even came close to the other person's snow-white neck, he received a heavy slap in the face.

"Brother, please respect yourself"

"..."

mad at him

.....

Yunyi left Tianyu Peak without mercy, completely ignoring Meng Jiuran's furious expression.

Now a few months have passed, and while she has improved her strength, she has also naturally learned to fly with a sword. Now she no longer needs to trouble others when going up and down the peak. The one who is most dissatisfied with this is undoubtedly Meng Jiuran himself.

Today was the kendo course scheduled with Xia Bing, and the instructor was still Chen Lan.

All in all, they hadn't seen each other for a while. Since that night, Yunyi disappeared from his sight as the other party wished, but the two of them had seen each other a few times.

It's Chenlan's unilateral

She changed her training venue and practiced swordplay by the lake at Tianyu Peak every night. During this period, Chen Lan came to visit and hid in the dark for a long time before leaving. The frequency of arrival was actually more and more, and each time they would hide in the dark to hide their aura.

She hadn't attended a kendo class for several months, and there were many unfamiliar disciples. They seemed to be very curious about Yun Yi, and their eyes frequently fell on her when they arrived.

And Chen Lan, who arrived early, also cast his deep gaze on her.

"Today I will practice the advanced version of high-level swordsmanship. I am not feeling well, so I will let a disciple who is familiar with this swordsmanship do it for me today. I will be there to give guidance... Yunyi, come here."

Yunyi was stunned for a moment, then turned her eyes to meet the man's. After the surprise, she did not move, but smiled politely and distantly: "Sorry, senior brother Chenlan, I can't."

lie

Chenlan's expression did not change, but his eyes became darker.

How could it not be possible? A few days ago, he clearly saw the other party dancing this sword technique by the lake. It was light and agile and compatible with the moonlight. It really made the man and sword become one, without the sword and without me.

Perhaps it was because of her amazing talent that he always stayed there for a long time and refused to leave.

But at this moment, the other party's refusal with a sense of resistance actually made his breathing a little stagnant.

Staring at each other for a long time, the girl's apologetic and provocative gaze made his heart beat faster and faster. When it reached the critical point, he looked away in panic, "In that case, Hozy, come on."

"Yes--!"

A stunning demonstration, Yunyi raised the sword with a bleak look, and imitated seriously with a hint of perfunctoryness, until his fallen elbow was held by a warm hand, and a man's deep voice came from behind his ear.

"Don't be lazy, we need to lift up here——"

"Senior Brother Chenlan," Yunyi interrupted the other party's teaching with a gentle voice. At the same time, he distanced the two of them without any trace, and his tone was full of apology: "I'm sorry, I don't like others touching me."