Immortal, save me!

Wang Youyin lay on Wen Junyao's body as if he were boneless, and said without any doubt: "Master is of course with me."

Wen Junyao was sullen and too lazy to pay attention to him.

Wang Youyin didn't care. When he saw that the person had finished talking, he said, "It's getting late. It's time to leave, Master. If you stay any longer, you will disturb them."

Hearing this, Wen Junyao looked at Mo Yin and the two of them and felt that it was time for him to leave.

"Brother Mo, see you next time."

Mo Yin nodded.

After seeing the person leave, Luo Jin no longer held it in and immediately grinned.

He hugged Mo Yin and shouted coquettishly: "Immortal ~ A Yin ~ Immortal ~"

Mo Yin looked at him with a smile: "Very happy?"

Luo Jin nodded repeatedly and kissed her directly, using her hands and feet, her intention was obvious.

Mo Yin glanced at Huo Shaoyun outside, but did not refuse. He was no longer interested in promiscuity in the daytime, probably because he had done it many times and was used to it.

With his torn loose clothes hanging on his body, he clasped Luo Jin's waist with one hand and picked him up, while holding him down and kissing him back.

After wandering to the bedside, Mo Yin's clothes had all fallen to the floor, but someone's body was only a little messy.

The bed curtain fell and was rolled over by red waves, and it was a beautiful spring scene of mandarin ducks crossing their necks, but the young man was as greedy as a wolf and a tiger...

The next day, Luo Jin woke up early, her eyes slightly drunk, and she looked satisfied, like a well-fed cat.

He looked sideways at Mo Yin, tracing the delicate facial features in front of him with his fingers. As he looked, his fingers slid down and landed on Mo Yin's smooth skin. Oh, it can't be called smooth now. That jade-like skin is like a painting. , all of which are peach blossoms painted by Luo Jin herself.

Mo Yin didn't open his eyes, but he grasped the hand on his chest. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Luo Jin. When he saw the young man looking at him energetically, he couldn't help but be silent.

Compared with Luo Jin, he seemed to be very devoid of desire.

When Luo Jin saw him waking up, she immediately leaned over him and whispered in his ear: "Immortal, I actually want to... but I can't bear your pain."

Mo Yin: "...It hurts?"

Luo Jin smiled and rolled her eyes, whispering something in his ear, speaking slowly and too much, Mo Yin slowly blushed.

He turned away, his sleepiness completely gone, so he had to get up and get dressed.

A pair of hands reached out from behind and wrapped around his waist, hooking their fingers on his clothes to prevent him from wearing them.

Mo Yin turned around and Luo Jin placed her chin on his shoulder, kissing his neck crookedly.

Mo Yin tilted his head and pressed it against Luo Jin's cheek, his voice was low and sentimental: "Ajin, isn't it enough?" It's been all night.

Luo Jin's voice was unclear and she said, "That's enough now, but I don't want to become an immortal."

Mo Yin was confused: "Why?"

Luo Jin: "A Yin really becomes an immortal when he puts on clothes. He is pure and cold-hearted. He is not at all like the lustful and seductive person he is now."

As he spoke, he looked up at Mo Yin and rubbed the corners of Mo Yin's reddish eyes with his fingertips.

Mo Yin: "..."

He seems to understand. Are you blaming him for not being proactive enough?

"So Ajin, what do you think of me?"

Luo Jin chuckled lightly and placed dense kisses on Mo Yin's body, not missing every inch of skin. She stopped her mouth when Mo Yin's desire awakened and her body became unbearable.

He smiled like a cat that had stolen fish: "Okay, immortal, let's get up."

Luo Jin stretched out, picked up the clothes and put them on. Mo Yin pursed his lips and reached out to grab Luo Jin's sleeves.

Luo Jin turned back and scanned him from top to bottom with her eyes. She paused on his waist and abdomen, licked her lips, turned her head reluctantly, and said righteously: "Immortal, it is not good to go too far. You must exercise moderation."

This sentence sounded familiar, and Mo Yin knew that he did it on purpose. He put on his clothes silently, exhaled slowly, and calmed his body down.

Luo Jin suddenly said: "Immortal, I want to go to Yudu."

Mo Yin looked up and looked at the hatred in Luo Jin's eyes. He was much calmer than before.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Luo Jin looked at him with a smile: "Immortal, is that bone whistle where you are?"

Mo Yin nodded and took out the bone whistle to him.

Luo Jin played with the bone whistle and didn't know what he was thinking about. After a while, he picked up a pen to write a letter and put the bone whistle in the envelope. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of coolness: "Jiang Zuo should be able to handle it, after all." This is related to the life and death of the half-demon..."

Yu State.

At this time, Jiang Zuo and Huang Chun were hiding in Tibet, looking as miserable as beggars.

After Mo Yin went to find Luo Jin that day, they never came back. In view of Luo Jin and Mo Yin's strength, both of them felt that they were still alive, so they stayed at the inn. Later, the innkeeper noticed something unusual. , preparing to capture them, the two had to escape in a hurry.

The two "wastes" and the two masked men had a very hard life. However, they heard that something happened in the half-demon camp. A large number of mutated half-demon escaped and destroyed everywhere. Jiang Zuo and the two of them also followed and hid. , once they encountered a mutated half-demon wreaking havoc, the two of them tried their best to escape and barely managed to survive. However, the two masked men suffered a terrible fate. They fell behind and were torn into pieces and eaten.

Later, Jiang Zuo and Huang Chun hid in the secret room of Yunjian Teahouse. The place was dilapidated and the half-demon imprisoned had also escaped. In addition, the number of new half-demon who had nowhere to go gradually increased. And the number is increasing, enough to become a new race.

Jiang Zuo guarded the broken window, looking at the dilapidated and lonely streets outside, and sighed: "When will the masters come back? Will they forget us?"

Huang Chun lay on the ground with his legs crossed, feeling complicated. He should have been happy that the two people had not come back, but he found that there was nothing to be happy about. He was just back to his previous state of desperately trying to live.

He said casually: "He must have forgotten about us. He didn't even break the bone-eroding curse on me."

They both sighed.

Jiang Zuo: "I don't know where they are? But no matter where they are, they must be alive and well. After all, they are cultivators."

Huang Chun answered: "I am also a practitioner, why do I live like a drowned dog?"

Jiang Zuo couldn't help but laugh with a "chuff" and said comfortingly: "But it's better than me. I can't practice. I've been bullied since I was a child, and I don't have the ability to fight back. I can only be beaten passively every time."

Huang Chun: "I'm not much better. I was bullied and looked down upon since I was a child. Those people acted as if they were noble and disgusting, but I couldn't beat them. Then I ran away. I ran away. Far, far away, but still bullied.”

The two looked at each other and could only sigh. They were both destitute people from the end of the world. Why were the weak always bullied? Is it because they don't have the ability to fight back?

Suddenly, Jiang Zuo straightened his waist, and his eyes were fixed on a group of people appearing on the street. Those people were different from the people in the Yu country, and they were also different from the ordinary people in Daqi. They had similarities with their master Ajin and the others. Aura, but more domineering.