Immortal, save me!

Luo Jin blinked at him and said, "The Immortal is going out, so I'll go with you."

With that said, he found some clothes and put them on, and walked to Mo Yin in a few steps, as if he must follow.

Mo Yin looked at the young man who was not much younger than him. For some reason, he missed the simple Luo Jin from a few years ago.

Seeing that Mo Yin didn't speak, Luo Jin's eyes were half-bent, and she leaned closer and said, "What's wrong? Immortal? Could it be... that it hurts?"

He stood in front of Mo Yin and rubbed his crimson lips with his fingers. He didn't use any force, just gently, gently, as if he was treating a fragile rare treasure.

In fact, he wanted to ravage her hard, preferably leaving a mark so that the immortal could feel him deeply.

The pads of his fingers rubbed against his lips, causing a tingling sensation. Mo Yin raised his hand to touch it, and then took Luo Jin's hand away.

"I'll teach you the magic today."

Luo Jin's eyes widened and she asked in surprise: "What kind of magic?"

A few years have passed, and he thinks that he has learned all the techniques of Mo Yinhui. Now he is not strong, and it is just because he is broad but not refined.

Mo Yin: "Qingxin Jue."

Luo Jin's eyes were stunned: "What trick?"

Mo Yin repeated: "Qingxin Jue."

Luo Jin was a little discouraged and said aggrievedly: "Why do I learn this? Am I not pure enough?"

Mo Yin: "..."

He looked at Luo Jin speechlessly, only feeling that his understanding of himself was very wrong.

He imitated what Luo Jin had done to him before, raised his hand and rubbed the boy's lips with his fingertips.

The young man stayed still and just looked at him, but his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was enduring it. The next moment, the young man opened his mouth and took his finger in.

Mo Yin paused and pulled his finger out without twitching. His finger was bitten by Luo Jin.

Mo Yin looked at him with a deep look: "What are you doing? Do you still want to say that you are pure of heart now?"

Luo Jin blinked and quibbled: "This is what my mouth did. It has nothing to do with my heart."

Mo Yin looked at him in silence for a moment, then suddenly said: "You should have seen Xuan Lin's memory. Do you know how he started practicing transformation seriously? Maybe, you also want to be with me..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Jin. He opened his mouth obediently and loosened the fingers in his mouth.

"Immortal, I was wrong."

He hugged Mo Yin tightly, so tightly that Mo Yin could feel the pain in his waist and the trembling of the man in front of him.

Luo Jin murmured: "Immortal, don't leave me."

"Don't leave me behind."

Mo Yin hugged him back and said comfortingly: "I don't want to abandon you, and I don't want to abandon you either."

He looked at the void in front of him and said softly: "I know what you want, but now is not the time."

Luo Jin's eyes were slightly red and she turned to look at him: "Then when is the time?"

"You are always so calm, like a pool of ice water. Every time I take the initiative to approach you and get close to you. We are obviously very close to you, but there is something between us that prevents me from completely walking into you. In my heart."

Mo Yin lowered his eyes and looked at him with a dazed expression. He didn't expect Luo Jin to think like this.

Luo Jin felt aggrieved for some reason. When he heard Mo Yin talking about Xuan Lin's cultivation, his emotions suddenly became uncontrollable. At that moment, even though he had no memory of being Xuan Lin, he still had a negative impression of Xuan Lin's experience because of those words. Feel the same.

He and Xuan Lin are so similar. They both had their families destroyed and their young people were homeless. They both met Mo Yin in times of crisis, received his protection and guidance, and both developed feelings for him.

"I know your decision, Immortal, is for our good, but if this good comes at the expense of being separated from Immortal, then we would rather not have this good."

Hundreds of years ago, Xuan Lin was put on an "isolated island" by Mo Yin, where no one would disturb his cultivation, and he would not be distracted and unintentional in his cultivation just because Mo Yin was around.

In the past few years, he had been standing in front of that clear boundary every day, throwing himself on it like crazy, only to be bounced back time and time again. The barrier would not hurt his body, but it would hurt his heart. He was desperate to stay there. A hole was dug in front of the barrier, and his claws were dripping with blood. The hole was as deep as an abyss, and underground rivers surged. He could not escape.

Later, he finally calmed down, practiced hard, and transformed into a human form. After leaving, he kept running back, but what he faced was the result of Mo Yin's seclusion.

After five years of madness, a hundred years of cultivation, and a hundred years of waiting, he couldn't see Mo Yin for about two hundred years.

"The Immortal wanted Xuan Lin to practice hard and turn into a human form as soon as possible, and he did it, but the Immortal only saw the result, but not the process."

Luo Jin looked straight into Mo Yin's heart, and Mo Yin's heart trembled. Suddenly, it seemed as if Xuan Lin appeared in front of him, stood with Luo Jin and looked at him, condemned his irresponsibility, and left him alone outside. Two hundred years.

Mo Yin lowered his eyes and hugged Luo Jin tightly.

"sorry."

Luo Jin said, "Immortal has done nothing wrong, so there is no need to apologize."

He spoke softly, as if murmuring to himself: "Even if I did something wrong, there is no need to apologize. That's what I deserve."

Mo Yin: "Not anymore."

Luo Jin: "Not what? You won't leave me to fend for myself like you did to Xuan Lin?"

Mo Yin: "...Yes, you can do whatever you want from now on. I won't make decisions for you without authorization."

Luo Jin rolled her eyes and asked tentatively: "Then I want to get close to the immortal now, and I want to enjoy the pleasure of fish and water with the immortal. Is that okay?"

Mo Yin tightened his hold on Luo Jin, paused and said, "...Okay."

He really didn't stop it anymore, he even took off the cover and returned to his original appearance.

Luo Jin let go of her hand and took a step back to look at Mo Yin. All of Mo Yin's emotions were clearly discernible, from his slightly evasive eyes, to the tips of his cheeks and ears that were stained with red, to his lips that were rolling up and down due to nervousness. Beautiful Adam's apple.

Delicious food.

Luo Jin swallowed and restrained himself. He pretended to be disappointed and said: "Forget it, now is not the time."

He turned away, his shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was very sad.

Mo Yinyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, someone turned away sadly, as if he didn't want to see him.

He pursed his lips, hugged Luo Jin from behind, and said in an awkward tone: "Are you... angry?"

Luo Jin looked forward and closed his mouth tightly. He was afraid that he might not be able to hold back his laughter accidentally.

Seeing that the person was silent, Mo Yin hesitated for a moment, and the hand around Luo Jin's waist moved slightly, imitating Luo Jin's previous action of unbuckling his belt, and put his hand on his belt, Luo Jin did not stop him, as if waiting for him initiative.

Mo Yin used strength in his hands to untie his belt, and his fair hands reached into Luo Jin's loose clothes, caressing them with unfamiliar movements.

He lowered his head, and his lips fell on Luo Jin's neck, like petals falling on the skin, with gentle movements.

He kissed up the neck, rubbed the corners of Luo Jin's lips, sucked, and traced the boy's beautiful lips with the tip of his tongue.