Immortal, save me!

The young man's aura is as hot as his person, with the desperate effort of a moth flying into the flame, making people feel the passionate emotion deeply.

Biting the boy's lips lightly, he probed along the seam of the lips, entangled the other's lips, and danced together in ecstasy.

At some point, Luo Jin responded. He turned around and hugged Mo Yin tightly, his movements quick, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

Staggering on his feet, Luo Jin pushed Mo Yin to fall on the bed, their fingers clasped together, their lips and tongues entangled, and their clothes were tangled in a mess.

At this time, the sky was bright, the room was bright, and the outside was bustling with people. Through the half-open window, the sounds of talking and hawking could be heard.

Mo Yin's face turned red. He freed one of his hands. The wind blew up, and the bed curtains fell. He closed the window. The movement outside became smaller, and there was only a faint trace between the two worlds.

"hiss."

Mo Yin raised his eyes, the tip of his tongue tingling.

Luo Jin stood up, licked her wet lips, and said in Mo Yin's ear: "The immortal actually has the heart to pay attention to the outside world."

If it were before, he would have been reluctant to let the immortal feel pain, but he figured out that the more pain he felt, the more the immortal would be able to remember him and think of him all the time.

He reached out and pulled off Mo Yin's loose clothes and threw them under the bed. Now the two of them were completely honest with each other.

He clasped Mo Yin's wrist and whispered two words in his ear that never left his mouth. When he had enough, he looked at Mo Yin's confused expression and kissed the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, then worked his way down from his Adam's apple. .

In order to make the immortal remember him, he kissed him very hard. The fingerprints on the chest that had not faded away were the places he focused on. Of course, every part of the immortal's body was the place he focused on.

But at the last moment, his waist was held by the immortal's big hand, and with a force, he was pressed under the immortal.

In his distant world, the beautiful voice of the immortal seemed to come from a very far away place.

"No regrets?"

What do you regret?

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, Luo Jin is too lazy to think so much, if the immortal can't do it, then let him do it.

Luo Jin moved and wanted to turn over, but was suppressed tightly and failed.

Mo Yin looked at his lustful look and couldn't help laughing.

The sun is shining brightly, and the beams of light leak in from the unclosed window. The fine dust floats in the light, and the years are quiet.

The two embraced each other like vines wrapped around a tree, inseparable in life and death.

Luo Jin was wandering in space, feeling like a small boat floating on the undulating sea, unable to control herself. After adapting, she only felt beautiful, and her mind was suddenly filled with colorful flowers. She was confused and lost her soul.

When Mo Yin stood up, Luo Jin still held his waist and looked at Mo Yin with a blank expression on his face: Is this gone?

Mo Yin: "..."

He sighed: "Too many will hurt your health."

Luo Jin: "Oh."

He nodded reluctantly.

Mo Yin picked up his clothes and put them on, took Luo Jin's clothes and asked him, "Shall I take you to wash up?"

Luo Jin shook her head: "No."

These are the traces left by the immortals. They cannot be washed. Once washed, they will be gone.

Mo Yin followed him, poured water over and fed him to drink.

After Luo Jin finished drinking, she stared straight at the bright red mark on Mo Yin's neck, looking at it, she laughed out loud.

Mo Yin paused, not knowing why he was looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Jin: "No."

After washing up, Mo Yin looked at Luo Jin whose eyes never left his side and said, "Want to go out for a walk?"

Luo Jin nodded: "Okay."

The two of them walked on the street, causing passers-by to turn their heads frequently, mainly because their images were so different and their postures were too intimate.

Mo Yin now had a rugged appearance and a thick waist. He didn't know where he learned it. He was wearing gold and silver, and he had the image of a landlord.

Even though Luo Jin was disguised, she was still very beautiful. In addition, the way he held Mo Yin's arm and stayed close to Mo Yin looked like a male favorite.

The eyes of people passing by were almost glued to the two of them, and those who were walking together would even say to their companions in secret: "The world is getting worse!"

Luo Jin heard the sound and looked over, glaring fiercely at the two people. They happened to look back at them again, and their eyes met.

One of them turned his head and muttered: "It's such a pity that such a beautiful young man doesn't want to be a man's favorite? It's like flowers stuck in cow dung!"

Luo Jin was angry. He pulled Mo Yin and rushed over. He stopped in front of the two of them and said, "What did you say? You have the guts to say it again!"

The tone was so fierce that passers-by were frightened and apologized quickly and ran away.

Luo Jin looked at Mo Yin aggrievedly and said: "Immortal, those two people are so abominable. They actually called me cow dung?! How do I look like cow dung?!"

Mo Yin couldn't help but laugh. He smoothed the hair around Luo Jin's mouth and said, "They were talking about me. You misunderstood."

Luo Jin became even more angry when he heard this, saying that he could do it, but how could he call him an immortal? ! This man is an immortal who is reluctant to say a harsh word!

Luo Jin rolled up her sleeves and looked around: "Have those two gone far? If I catch them, I will beat them until they cry for father and mother!"

Mo Yin took his hand, led him forward, and said, "Do you still remember this place?"

Hearing this, Luo Jin suppressed her anger and looked at her surroundings.

"Remember, after all, this is the place where I stayed for several years, how could I forget?"

He had been a beggar in Yicheng for several years, and the embarrassment and hatred of those years were something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

We haven't seen each other for five years, and there haven't been any big changes in Yicheng. It's just that among the pedestrians coming and going on the street, there are more people from Yu State and a few outsiders hiding among them.

Yes, he saw the so-called outsiders, just in front of Fengyue Inn, a group of five people, three men and two women, wearing uniform clothes, white robes with wide sleeves, men wearing hair crowns, women wearing blue and white hair ribbons Hair, style and elegance.

Luo Jin: "Immortal, were they the ones you saw before?"

Mo Yin followed his gaze and shook his head: "No."

Luo Jin frowned: "How many outsiders have come here?"

Mo Yin: "Yicheng is remote. People from outside the region rarely come here. Most of them are in prosperous places."

Luo Jin suddenly thought of Wu Qing, and said, "Young Master Wu also came from outside. His purpose is to retrieve the clan's treasures. Are these people also looking for things?"

The next moment he denied it: "This is impossible, they must have other purposes."

Luo Jin pulled Mo Yin towards Feng Yue Inn: "Immortal, let's go take a look."

When the two entered the inn, the people were still standing in front of the counter, and one of them, a dignified and beautiful woman, was talking.

"It has been determined that the senior brother is here. Let's search separately. We should be able to find him soon."

Luo Jin and Mo Yin were sitting not far from a few people. The waiter came over and asked if he needed anything.