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Under the soft light, Mo Yanchen's earlobes were red and his eyes were clear.

It would be better if he could control his eyes and not stare at the person's lips.

"Master, is my Yuan Yang still okay for you?"

After swallowing the spirit wine, Meng Jiao pursed her lips and saw clearly that Mo Yanchen's Adam's apple was rolling across from her.

The young disciple probably didn't know how straightforward his eyes were. They clearly said,

He wanted to kiss her.

"I have never tasted the taste of others, so I am afraid it is difficult to compare."

Hearing this, Mo Yanchen's heart was burning with anger.

It is difficult to have offspring in the world of immortal cultivation, so there are countless examples of people who practice the way of love occasionally having a few fleeting romances in this world of immortal cultivation.

But his master is different. He has a secret spiritual root and his strength is probably far beyond that of ordinary people. If he is interested, he will have countless admirers.

But now, she is alone...

He reached out and gently touched her cheek. Seeing that she didn't avoid him, he tilted his head back and slowly moved closer.

The rare initiative made him so nervous that his heart trembled slightly, and his eyes closed uncontrollably the moment his lips touched hers.

It’s a pity that we can’t look at each other, but our senses seem to be getting clearer.

After touching his lips for a while, no one responded. Mo Yanchen was a little disappointed. Just as he was about to step back, someone gently held the back of his neck.

The tingling sensation on my lips came again, but it was different from the craziness of the past few days.

This kiss is so light, so gentle that it seems to drown you...

Coaxing him to respond with a tongue hook, his throat started to become hoarse as he licked...

"Master, my realm has stabilized."

The implication is...he can eat again...

Pretending to struggle against the hand around her waist, Meng Jiao gently stroked the corners of his slightly wet eyes, not believing what he said at all.

It’s obvious that your soul hasn’t let you in yet, you little liar.

"You don't learn your lesson and you lie again?"

Mo Yanchen frowned, also laughing at the crude lie he had woven.

But Master, I really like you to punish me...

He straightened up quietly and kissed her waist through her clothes.

His eyes looked at her cautiously from time to time, as if he was judging her mood...

"No~"

The neat robe slowly slid down, and the snow-white eyelashes drooped in confusion.

The white bird, wet by the rain, trembled and nestled into the hunter's palm...

......Knowing it's wrong but still falling into it...

"Master, I like you..."

"I know"

......

The dark night of Qingxuan Peak passed quietly, and the bright sky seemed to be covered with a layer of cold smoke.

A thin layer of frost falls all around, gray and white, cool and snowy...

The orange light was dim, and the steaming breakfast was gently brought to the bedside.

"Master, the headmaster sent a message, saying that I am going down the mountain to collect Qingxuan's annual allowance. Please remember to call me when you wake up, okay?"

Meng Jiao stretched out her slender fingers and yawned tiredly. Seeing his disheveled hair, she knew that he had opened his eyes again and went into the dining room.

He casually handed over the jade hairpin that the space had carved for him this year, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep, too lazy to respond.

Mo Yanchen took the jade hairpin and carefully held it up, then leaned over and kissed her neck which was exposed because her head was tilted, then left contentedly.

Tianxuan's annual supplement is set at the end of each year, but recently due to the intensification of the human-demon battlefield,

The annual allowance was issued in advance, and even the training rooms that previously required points to redeem began to offer discounts.

Although he was the sect's junior master, Mo Yanchen still stood behind the team politely.

However, due to his outstanding appearance and the fact that he had absorbed the Heart of the Fiery Sun, his once cold and gloomy temperament had become somewhat calmer, so his fellow disciples could not help but talk about him for a while.

When Zhong Qianxue and the others came together, they saw Mo Yanchen trying hard to keep a distance from the people around him.

Ever since the exchange meeting ended and he no longer had to participate in the sect training, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

So when they saw him again, several people immediately walked towards him.

"Little Master, long time no see. Are you also coming down the mountain to collect your annual allowance?"

Compared to the others, these few had at least lived together before, so Mo Yanchen's expression was relatively normal. He nodded slightly to them.

"Yes, I received the message from the headmaster."

"Tsk, Junior Master, why are you still so cold? Didn't you say that good things are coming to Qingxuan Peak?"

Yu Lan winked at him, not showing any seriousness that a disciple of the head master should have.

Mo Yanchen frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"What good thing?"

Seeing that he really didn't know, Yu Lan scratched her head and couldn't help but doubt what she overheard.

"Ah? No? I, I overheard the conversation between my uncle and the others, saying that the young ancestor wanted to find a partner. I thought Qingxuan Peak had been closed recently to prepare for it~"

Mo Yanchen clenched his fists under his sleeves and tried his best to stay rational, but he didn't know that his lips began to turn pale the moment he heard the news.

"I guess you heard it wrong. Master has no outside visitors recently."

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, and seeing that he looked unhappy, Yu Lan could only smile awkwardly and quickly change the subject.

"No, no, I guess I heard it wrong, haha, I have the worst hearing among this group of people, ha~"

Mo Yanchen appeared calm on the surface, and did not fly away until he had received all the things. However, his back was stiff, and everyone could tell that he was not at peace.

The sky in the east gradually brightened, and the color of the sky was between white and blue.

The light was kneaded into various shapes by the tightened fingers. Mo Yanchen inhaled hard and exhaled heavily...

Of course he knew that the news about his Taoist partner was false, or even if it was true, he didn't want to believe it.

The memories in his mind were becoming increasingly complex, and he didn't know how long he could hold on before losing his mind.

He often quietly advised himself when he was alone,

To the master, he was just a toy that he picked up casually.

Now, as long as it can still be a useful cauldron and stay by her side, it is enough.

But even though he had thought about it thousands of times, he still couldn't help but feel greedy...

I crave her warmth, crave her specialness to me.

I am obsessed with her cool appearance, and even more obsessed with her blooming emotions...

Shamelessly, recklessly thinking,

One more day, one more day...

Sober and rational sinking...

Willing to be her prisoner...

In the cave, Meng Jiao was lying in bed, feeling lazy.

The little glutton in her belly clamored for her to continue absorbing the spiritual energy converted by the soul-summoning flag.

I wanted to teach the little guy a lesson so that he would stop being naughty, but suddenly a warm body pressed against me from behind.

Pulling off the restraints on her body, Mo Yanchen gently kissed her beautiful butterfly bones.

He murmured half jokingly and half seriously,

"Master, if one day I do something wrong, will you kill me with your own hands?"