Immortal, save me!

It was late at night, the room was brightly lit with candles, and the four of them sat speechless.

This scene is somewhat familiar.

Wen Junyao was sitting upright, hesitating to speak. The traitor next to him had rare bones and was sitting upright. He was still a little uncomfortable seeing this. But why didn't the traitor say anything? Didn't he say that he came to see Brother Mo and the others? ?

He glanced at Wang Youyin, but before he spoke, the traitor turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong, Master? Do you miss me?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his long arms to hug Wen Junyao's waist and moved his body towards him.

Luo Jin couldn't stand the behavior of the two people opposite him. He just bothered him and didn't say anything when he came in. He was furious, but he couldn't mess with either of these two people. One was a friend of the immortal, and the other had a higher cultivation level. He is high and he hates it!

Luo Jin turned her head aggrievedly and buried her head in Mo Yin's arms, feeling extremely depressed.

Mo Yin lowered his eyes and looked at him, aware of his mood. He put his arms around Luo Jin's waist and patted her gently, silently comforting her.

"Brother Wen came here late at night to do something?"

Wen Junyao looked at the young man in Mo Yin's arms, feeling a little regretful in his heart. He said, "We plan to be with Brother Mo from now on, so that we can take care of him if anything happens."

He placed a hexagram on the table, and passed his index finger across the table, which was the word "Heaven".

Mo Yin lowered his eyes and looked slightly condensed. After a moment, he nodded: "Okay."

Luo Jin didn't know when he raised his head and looked at the table. Unfortunately, he couldn't understand it and could only watch the confused exchange between Mo Yin and Wen Junyao.

He gritted his teeth, feeling disappointed.

The immortal's expression was solemn, he was afraid that something big was going to happen, but he was not very cultivated and didn't understand anything yet. He was not afraid of being unable to help, but he was afraid of hindering the immortal.

He unconsciously clutched Mo Yin's sleeve and fell into self-blame. He didn't even know when the two people left.

When Mo Yin picked him up, he came back to his senses, with confusion in his eyes.

Mo Yin put him on the bed, leaned close to him, and could hear his breathing. He touched his forehead with one hand and rubbed it gently.

"Ajin, what's wrong?"

Luo Jin raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yin. The man in front of her had picturesque features and was as handsome as a god. His eyes were full of his figure. He was no longer the indescribable immortal he was at the beginning.

He regretted that he shouldn't have called him "immortal". He didn't want to stand below and look up to him all the time. He wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with his sweetheart and join hands together.

Why did he call him an immortal?

He will never forget the white streak approaching him in the darkness, cutting through the night sky, looking like a god. Although their intersection was designed by him, he has always been lucky. How lucky he was that he caught this person at that time. , like catching the immortal who came down to earth to save the world, the immortal who specializes in saving him.

I didn't intend to offend Jinghong, but Jinghong entered my heart.

From the moment he caught him, he never thought about letting go. He just wanted this person to belong to him from head to toe, inside and out! He even thought badly that if he failed in revenge and died, he would have to let that person remember him and guard him, and never accept others again!

But now he doesn't want to die at all, he wants to be with Mo Yin forever.

Revenge used to be his obsession, but now this person has become his obsession, an obsession that extends from his past life to this life. No one can let them separate!

Mo Yin saw the change in Luo Jin, but he didn't know whether the change was good or bad. He lowered his head and kissed Luo Jin's lips, trying to divert his attention.

Luo Jin responded quickly, but when he made further moves, Luo Jin stopped him.

Luo Jin hugged Mo Yin and turned over. She leaned over and kissed Mo Yin on the forehead, just like Mo Yin had done to him before, with great care and respect.

He raised his lips and smiled: "Ayin, I won't call you Immortal anymore. I'll call you like this from now on, okay?"

Mo Yin looked at him quietly and nodded: "Okay."

Luo Jin smiled even brighter and said: "A Yin, A Yin, A Yin..."

A sound, as if to make up for what was missing before.

"Ayin, I'm going to practice. You need to rest first."

Mo Yin: "?"

He watched in surprise as Luo Jin got up, sat down and meditated, and actually got immersed in it.

He pursed his lips and looked at Luo Jin's serious profile, unable to express his feelings.

However, Luo Jin seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. Since then, he has been very focused on his cultivation and rarely pestered him to get close to him like before. This made him very uncomfortable. He pinched the corners of his clothes and kept looking at Luo Jin. Jin, but didn’t bother.

The four people in the carriage were very quiet, and Liao Wu was driving honestly outside.

When he came back to his senses last night, he found that Luo Jin and Mo Yin were gone. He ran around among the scattered crowd, looking for their figures. Half an hour later, he was the only one left in front of the brothel.

He thought the two had returned to the carriage, so he ran back quickly, but there was no one in the carriage. He panicked, thinking he had been left behind. He sat beside the carriage all night, staring at the night sky in a daze, and fell asleep unknowingly. past.

When he woke up, there were four more people in front of him. In addition to Luo Jin, there were two more unfamiliar faces, but without exception, they were all men, and they all had good looks.

Like Mo Yin, the man in white clothes was very kind, but the man in red clothes was not kind at all. Liao Wu felt creepy when he looked at him. As soon as his eyes touched the man in red, he immediately averted his eyes, not daring to say anything more. look.

The carriage was still running at the same speed as before, but without Luo Jin's coquettish whispers, it seemed a little quiet.

Luo Jin was really practicing seriously. Occasionally she would open her eyes and pull Mo Yin to compete in martial arts.

Not far away, Liao Wu watched foolishly, and picked up a branch to follow the gestures. Fortunately, the two people did not move quickly, so he could barely see clearly, and then he desperately wrote down the moves, and he usually practiced very hard.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the border of Qizhou. Luo Jin went out and came back half an hour later.

On the way, he found a crabapple tree. The flowers on the tree were burning like fire, illuminating his eyes. He thought the flowers were so beautiful, as beautiful as A Yin.

He picked the largest and best blooming begonia flower among the trees. His figure passed by the treetops and returned. At this time, Mo Yin was standing under a tree waiting for him. Luo Jin was filled with joy after seeing him. Shout: "Ayin!"

Mo Yin turned around, but before he could turn around, someone fell on his back.

Luo Jin lay on Mo Yin's back, wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked one hand around his neck, and inserted the begonia flower into Mo Yin's hair.

He tilted his head and looked around, and said with a smile: "Flowers match a beauty, A Yin, it looks good."

Mo Yin blinked lightly. He held Luo Jin forward and got closer. He could see his own look in Luo Jin's eyes. A red flower poked out half of his body behind his ear, looking shy and beautiful.

Mo Yin pursed his lips, turned his head away, and tightened his grip on Luo Jin's waist.

"Ajin, how can you give me flowers?"

He had never seen a man bring flowers, and he just felt uncomfortable.

Luo Jin said with aggrieved face: "Ayin, don't you like it? I picked this with so much hard work~"

Mo Yin looked back at him and couldn't see his aggrieved look. Even though he was pretending, he could only say: "...I like it."

Luo Jin smiled and said, "As long as you like it, I like it too."

His voice became mute. He looked around. The sky was full of setting clouds. People and carriages were far away. No one would notice what they were doing.

Luo Jin pressed Mo Yin against the tree, pressed up, and began to demand his lips frantically. Once the long-suppressed desire was released, it was unstoppable, and Mo Yin, who had always been gentle, was obviously unable to resist.

The tree was not strong, and it swayed left and right under the pressure of the two grown men. It did not slowly become quiet until the two men were completely separated.