Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Sorry, I'm late."

Aning blinked, his thick black eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies, and the look in his eyes was calm and calm. Looking at his deep and narrow eyes, he tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Do you have to compensate for that?" I?"

Ning Zhiyan raised his lips and said "hmm" softly. Looking at her soft smile, he thought of the seven hundred years of hopeless waiting again, and his heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something.

Colic pain until knuckles turn white.

The broken light in his eyes swayed slightly with the flickering candlelight, and the long and fine eyelashes gradually became wet.

An Ning noticed something was wrong. She stared at him for a while and noticed the moisture in his eyes. Her slender pale fingertips touched his brow bone: "Hey, Ning Zhiyan, are you crying?"

The next moment her hand was wrapped by his, and then slowly placed on her chest. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and said, "It's sad here."

Feeling the slow and heavy heartbeat in his heart with her fingertips, she blinked her eyelashes and pushed him down on the bed with just a little force.

Aning put one hand on the side of his neck and one hand on his chest.

Their eyes met, and both of them saw each other's appearance in each other's eyes. The man's eyebrows were warm, and his long dark hair was winding on the pillow.

His eyes are as gentle as water.

She suddenly felt embarrassed. She took out her wrapped hand and covered his eyes. She felt the light brushing of eyelashes on her palms. She leaned over and kissed the mole under his lips, her voice soft: "Don't do it." It’s so sad, you didn’t come at all late.”

Hearing this, Ning Zhiyan paused slightly, pulled down the hand that was blocking his eyes, his throat rolled up and down unnaturally, his brows were empty, his light-colored eyes with broken light looked straight at her, and his voice was hoarse: "Then let's get married, okay?"

The woman's heart trembled. She looked at him and was stunned. She quickly came back to her senses and noticed that the eyes of the man under her were slightly red. She suddenly curved her lips, and her clear almond eyes were smiling.

She said, "Okay."

Ning Zhiyan smiled, and the scratching in his heart was replaced by a sudden joy. He raised his hand and brushed her back, pressing her down. When they were only a short distance away, he raised his head and kissed her. .

He slowly turned and licked her lips, unhurriedly and very gently.

The warm breaths intertwined together, and the ambiguous breath rushed towards my face.

Intertwined between the entangled lips and tongues, the temperature in the room gradually increased.

An Ning opened his eyes slightly as if he had been bewitched, and saw the man's beautiful features close at hand, with his long and sparse black eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.

She felt that her body had become uncontrollably soft and turned into a puddle of mud.

...

The two only kissed for a while and then started chatting about the Moon Ming Sword.

Ah Jing was hugged by him quietly, rubbed his chest unceremoniously, and then said angrily: "The Yue Ming Sword had already opened up its spiritual consciousness when it recognized its master. Maybe in a hundred years, it will be able to cultivate into a sword spirit." , later that person wanted to take the sword as his own, and used some heretical magic, which caused the Yueming Sword to lose control and massacre countless creatures."

"You also know what happened next... I was trapped in the sword after I woke up. Yue Ming's spiritual consciousness originally wanted to swallow me up to speed up my cultivation, but my obsession was too strong and it was absorbed instead."

"My memory started to get confused after I absorbed it. I didn't know how long I stayed in the sword. I only know that when I woke up one day, I felt very strongly that I was a sword spirit."

Even if my memory goes awry, I will never forget you.

Ning Zhiyan's master Qin Ye told her that his master was the old Taoist who appeared in her memory a hundred years ago.

After learning that "she" sacrificed the sword, the old Taoist was heartbroken. In order to atone for his sin, he used his lifelong cultivation to peek into the secret of heaven, only to learn that seven hundred years later, his old friend met again, but he did not return.

And what he has to do is to do his best to help them renew their relationship and keep them safe for the rest of their lives.

This is a mission passed down from generation to generation in Yunjiu Mountain.

When she found out, she was still in tears. In fact, the most guilty person was never anyone else, but the emperor at that time. If it hadn't been for him, this tragedy would not have happened.

After hundreds of years of waiting, it would be false to say that she does not complain, but it has been so long, so it can only be said that this is God's will. Besides, she has reunited with Ning Zhiyan now, so everything in the past can be regarded as the past.

Ning Zhiyan suddenly hugged the woman in his arms tightly, was silent for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you afraid? You stayed in the sword for so long."

Aning shook his head, his fingertips were wrapped around the soft hair piled on the pillow, and he said in a very calm tone: "I was a little scared at first because it was very dark, but then I got used to it."

Hearing the word "habit", Ning Zhiyan frowned fiercely and pursed his thin lips.

He felt very uncomfortable, feeling uncomfortable all over his body, especially his heart, which was filled with panic.

Yoshihisa

Aning put her hand around his waist, patted his back gently, as if to comfort him, then raised his face and said with a smile:

"Ning Zhiyan, do you think we can get married here?"