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Qi Wu Yue propped his hands on both sides of the futon, leaned in to observe Xiao Lin, staring at him without blinking: "Your eyelashes are moving, are you about to wake up?"

Little Butterfly: "I don't know."

The divine consciousness returns to the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Xiao Lin slowly opened his eyes.

Qi Wu Yue subconsciously threw herself into his arms in surprise.

"How is it, did you get the strange fire? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere——"

Xiao Lin held Qi Wu Yue's face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed him, drowning his words between his lips and tongue.

At the same time, the little butterfly was tangled into a ball by the hairband and fell to the ground with a plop.

!!!

Qi Wu Yue was petrified instantly, his silver pupils widened.

The lips touch each other.

The breaths intertwined, one hot and one slightly cool.

Qi Wu Yue's brain went blank.

No, this is what's going on.

Was he molested?

No, it was the woman who was molested, he was just bitten at most.

He tried to remember how things had come to this point, but soon he could think of nothing.

Because their eyes met, he saw it with his own eyes and felt it personally.

Feeling Xiao Lin's hot lips and tongue, she hooked...hooked his tongue tip.

Strange warmth, strange desire, strange numbness.

It swept across his entire brain, and Qi Wu Yue was completely frozen.

He was petrified for a long time.

The little butterfly, which had been wrapped into a chrysalis for so long, was still struggling on the ground.

Qi Wu Yue came back to his senses and raised his hand, striking Xiao Lin on the back of the neck.

A palm filled with spiritual power.

Xiao Lin groaned.

Not dizzy.

Qi Wu Yue: ...

Boy, you have good physical fitness.

Then he chopped several times in a row.

Be obedient, I'm about to faint.

The movement at the back of the neck finally attracted the attention of a certain rebellious person.

There was a layer of orange in Xiao Lin's eyes, and he seemed a little unclear.

Realizing something, his breathing stagnated and slowly withdrew from Qi Wu Yue's mouth.

Still licking Qi Wu Yue's slightly hot lips reluctantly, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Sorry."

What a polite and sensible attitude.

Qi Wu Yue had a wooden face as someone licked his lips, and the corners of his eyes were surprisingly red.

Listen to what you are doing now and see if it is worthy of what you said!

Qi Wu Yue gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of the way."

The voice is a little soft.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lin slowly withdrew and looked at Qi Wu Yue without blinking.

Qi Wu Yue didn't want to look at him at all.

He pursed his lips and tried hard to suppress the urge to hit someone.

It’s not a big deal. It’s just a kiss.

Qi Wu Yue tried hard to comfort himself.

He is Xiao Ling'er, that's nothing. Didn't you kiss him several times when he was a child?

He is still a child.

next second.

Children, shit!

He also stuck out his tongue.

What a kid sticking out his tongue!

Xiao Lin said softly: "I was wrong just now."

Qi Wu Yue sneered: Haha, you rebellious son, you finally realize that you are wrong.

Xiao Lin raised his hand to cover the pair of round silver eyes and moved closer again.

"That's how it should be." He whispered, the orange in his eyes deepening.

The kiss once again ensued.

No, why did you kiss me again?

Qi Wu Yue: Helpless, desperate, want to hit someone.

The white palm was filled with fierce spiritual power.

Rebellious son! Just kill him with one blow.

The bright silver light disappeared the instant it landed on the back of Xiao Lin's head.

As he hesitated, the action of his palm on Xiao Lin's head seemed to turn into a gesture of flattery and encouragement.

The person who was being "catered to" took advantage of the opportunity and without any delay, decisively pushed open Qi Wu Yue's lips and took the soft tongue into his mouth.

The hand on his shoulder suddenly became fierce.

The snow-white fingertips were slightly curled up and trembling violently.

The fingertips were lightly powdered, the white back of the hand curved into an alluring arc, and there were four beautifully shaped dimples at the ends of the joints. Under the slightly cool skin were long, thin blood vessels as green as jade.

Every inch of flesh and blood.

They are all top-notch appearance.

Beauty endows the soul and brings joy to the heart.

Heartbeat, frenzy.

Soul, confusion.

Every nerve in my body was about to explode with joy.

I like it so much, what should I do.

I can’t hold myself together, and I don’t want to hold myself together.

The moon was his, the one and only moon that belonged to him.

No?

Xiao Lin lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes turned red with excitement, his phoenix eyes were sparkling, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his fingers were slowly intertwined with that snow-white hand that was about to lose its strength.

A sweet gasp was forced out from between her lips and teeth.

Qi Wu Yue's face immediately turned red, feeling both ashamed and angry.

I have lived for two hundred years, and this is the first time I have been forced into a state of helplessness in this way.

Xiao Lingling, you're so good!

If anyone else was here, any cub that he had not raised personally would have been chopped into pieces and fed to the poisonous insects long ago.

His silver eyes were filled with a layer of watery light. Qi Wu Yue could no longer bear it. He grabbed Xiao Lin's long hair and pulled him away rudely.

He raised his hand and pressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, trying hard to suppress the urge to kill.

When I looked down, I saw an arm tightly wrapped around my waist.

Qi Wu Yue gritted his teeth: "Hold..." Is that enough!

As soon as she opens her mouth it's like she's acting like a spoiled child.

Before he could clear his throat, Xiao Lin immediately followed suit and tightly hugged his waist.

Qi Wu Yue's waist softened and he sat firmly on Xiao Lin's legs, the heat transmitted through the soft fabric.

Qi Wu Yue became even more furious: "Hug your head!"

"let go."

He raised his hand and pushed Xiao Lin away, without any restraint in his strength.

"Boom!"

The person didn't push it open, but he pushed it down.

His head hit the ground hard.

Qi Wu Yue knelt on Xiao Lin, pulling at the ends of his hair in annoyance, wanting to go crazy.

"stand up!"

Xiao Lin ignored his words, raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and murmured to himself: "It seems a little swollen, do you want to apply some cooling ointment?"

"..."

Qi Wu Yue forced out a few words from between his teeth: "If you touch it for a while longer, it will get even more swollen."

However, Xiao Lin still seemed to have never heard of it. His fingertips had even rubbed Qi Wu Yue's shiny lips, and the orange in his eyes became even deeper and richer.

There was a slight sting in my mouth.

Qi Wu Yue slapped his hand away and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Something is wrong. This guy is not in a good condition.

Qi Wu Yue leaned over, pinched Xiao Lin's chin and took a closer look.

Sure enough, Xiao Lin's pupils were dilated and lifeless, with a faint orange glow flowing in them.

The means left by the Red Dust Fire.

Is Xiao Lin...trapped?

Still in the sea of ​​consciousness.

trouble.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the most sensitive and fragile private area of ​​a cultivator. It is extremely exclusive and even blood relatives cannot explore each other.

After all, the sea of ​​consciousness is extremely fragile and can be destroyed by a single thought from an intruder.

The consequence of having the sea of ​​consciousness destroyed is to become a complete fool.

Before Qi Wu Yue could think of a solution, the person under him had already groped his hand to the crook of his waist and licked his lips lightly with the tip of his wet tongue.

Over and over again, trying to break through the lip line.

Perseverance.

Feeling the person beneath me playing tricks on my lips.

Qi Wu Yue closed his eyes.

You asked for this!

A gentle way?

Qi Wu Yue: Haha.

He thought expressionlessly.

If it hurts and you cry, just wipe it off; if it hurts and you become stupid, just take care of it.

Qi Wu Yue placed his hand on top of his head.

Injection of spiritual power with a violent aura.

The spiritual power goes straight to the sea of ​​consciousness, smoothly and unhindered, without any hindrance.

The person under him trembled slightly for a moment, and his hair, wet with sweat, turned a startling black color.

Her face turned pale due to the pain, and her arms subconsciously hugged him tightly, but she always restrained the strength and did not hurt him.

Qi Wu Yue paused as he injected spiritual energy into his hand.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and the snow-white spiritual energy in the air disappeared.

With a light sigh, Qi Wu Yue held Xiao Lin's face in his hands and lowered his head to touch his forehead.

Mental power... is much gentler than spiritual power.

That means the risk is doubled.

If Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness cannot accommodate his mental power, or even resists...

Then the two of them can only go to the mentally retarded home together and become fools.

Qi Wu Yue's mental power flowed unimpeded into Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

The spots of mental power quickly gathered into a glowing mini Q-version mental power man.

The psychic figure was like a mini Qi Wu Yue, with two short arms clasped across his chest, his chin slightly raised, and an arrogant look on his face.

The villain snorted coldly with dignity.

Still the same as when I was a kid, without any defense.

Then he stepped into the inner realm of the sea of ​​consciousness with his short legs.