Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

She turned around sarcastically, but suddenly noticed a trace of oppression. Then, a hot hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Song Yubai staggered two steps and hit her back. On the rough tree trunk.

She couldn't help groaning and raised her eyes in astonishment.

I saw Xia Wuxin somehow, her body was terribly hot, her eyes were half blocked by hair, she couldn't see her eyes clearly, her lips were red, and she was almost bitten out of blood.

"Xia Wuxin?" Song Yubai noticed something was wrong and wanted to touch her forehead, but his hands were clamped behind him, unable to move.

Xia Wuxin's strength was so strong that she couldn't break free at all, and her smooth back was rubbed against the bark, rubbing a trace of blood, and her brows were frowned with pain.

"It's you." Xia Wuxin said in a low voice, with a hoarse voice.

"What?" Song Yubai couldn't hear her clearly, and wanted to free her wrist from her palm and move around. She didn't say anything when she didn't succeed. Instead, she clasped her fingers and held her hand.

The hot temperature got into the palm of her hand. The girl's hands were soft, but her bones were like iron tongs, very powerful.

Xia Wuxin only felt that there were two kinds of words in his head clamoring, one crazy and the other calm. At that moment, it seemed that something that had been silent for a long time was awakened by Song Yubai.

Compared with the sentimental love before, this emotion is stronger, so strong that she wants to press her into her arms and kiss every inch of her cold skin.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of wine or something else. Her mind is even more messy. The nasal cavity is filled with the fragrance of Song Yubai’s body. For a while, Song Yubai’s face is in front of her. arm.

Xia Wuxin suddenly let go, leaned forward, tightly circled Song Yubai's waist, and hugged her in his arms.

Song Yubai Leng did not release his arms, but before he could react for a while, he was forced to plunge into the heat. The shoulders that had been cool by the wind came into contact with the breath of Xia Wuxin, and gradually a layer of sweat came out. Slightly reddish.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yubai's heart was like a drum, and there was more confusion in his clear eyes.

The girl's head was slightly taller than Song Yubai, her black hair was like ink, and the wind blew across the treetops, blowing the hair between her foreheads with the coolness of early autumn, exposing her eyes, as wide as the deep sea.

Such Xia Wuxin seemed a little dangerous.

Finally, her hand loosened a little.

Song Yubai was free now, struggling out of the stalemate, and stepped back into the mottled moonlight a few steps later, his chest rising and falling, his long eyelashes flickering slightly.

The fragrant body in her arms disappeared, and Xia Wuxin seemed to stand up to the water. The cold sweat soaked her clothes, and the craziness in her mind gradually faded. At the same time, the heat flow in her nose.

She was stunned for a while, then suddenly she covered her nose and fled with her legs.

The shadows of the vegetation in front of him were fascinating, the cool breeze of early autumn rolled up the fallen leaves and kept falling on him. The moonlight was like flowing clear water, gliding over the back of his feet. Xia Wuxin just immersed himself in a rush, regardless of where he was.

When she finally stopped out of breath, she didn't know how far she ran out.

She turned and looked back, and saw that the dense forest was deep and secluded, except for the hazy moonlight that was divided into blocks, it was pitch black. Then she squatted down and sat on the ground with one hand.

Her hands were sticky and wet. She looked at it by the moonlight, and she couldn't help exclaiming, and quickly reached out to wipe it. It turned out that at some point, blood came out evenly from both nostrils and almost flowed into her mouth.

Her mind is now clear and her cheeks flushed.

Although there had been speculations about Song Yubai's identity for a long time, but when that perfect body appeared in front of his eyes like this, he almost collapsed his sanity.

She whimpered suddenly and buried her head in her knees.

After this night, Xia Wuxin did not go to Song Yubai for a few days, not because she didn’t want to, but she didn’t dare. On that day, she touched her chest first, and then almost lost her mind under the moon. She was afraid that she would appear in Song Yubai again. In front of him, he would lose his life on the spot.

Moreover, Song Yubai's attitude should be to make Xia Wuxin completely give up by acknowledging her identity as a woman.

But she didn't know that Xia Wuxin not only didn't give up, but for a few days, her half-shouldered shoulders and misty eyes were in her dreams. She got up in the middle of the night in fright and turned out the dusty scriptures used for literacy. Light the lamp and scribble.

Cultivation in the day is always awkward, this immortal, cultivation is even more difficult.

On this day, in a separate compartment of the Xianyun Temple, the four corners are inlaid with gold, the stone bricks are white, and a light red stone lamp is placed in the center. The wick is not lit, but white smoke slowly rises above the head. Reminiscent of the heavens.

Sitting on the right side of Shi Deng Xia Wuxin, she was making a twisted gesture with her fingers, forcing an inch of red light from her palm, like a little cinnabar, light and dark.

It's just that the red light gradually dimmed, and drips of sweat appeared on the smooth forehead.

Sitting on the opposite side of Yanqiao, he was newly promoted to a fairy, and his clothes were completely renewed. He was leaning forward with a snow-white silk ribbon around his waist. Just one point, hold it steady."

With his encouragement, a little cinnabar was completely wiped out.

Yanqiao lowered his head, held his forehead with one hand, and swept across the lamp with the other, and the white smoke was annihilated.

Xia Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her palm embarrassedly, and then shook her sore hand with a distressed expression: "I have knotted this cinnabar seal eight times, brother, where is the problem?"

Yan Qiao was also quite puzzled. He rubbed his forehead and thought for a while, then shook his head again and again: "You have enough cultivation, and your understanding is not bad. It's not too slow to improve on weekdays, but when you get to the formation and immortality, So difficult?"

"The most important thing about Cinnabar is sincerity, are you really hardworking?" Yan Qiao said solemnly.

Xia Wuxin touched her chest and nodded bitterly.

The two sat for a while, scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks. Yan Qiao slapped his sleeves, awakened the stone lamp again, and calmly said: "No matter, Xu Shi Xin Jue hasn't been fully grasped, so continue. I am teaching disciples for the first time after becoming a fairy, you can't. Shame brother."

Xia Wuxin sighed, but couldn't. She had to obey her orders and continued to straighten her back, folded her hands, and made a twisted lotus gesture on her chest.

"Master said, if you successfully learn the cinnabar seal, then the flat peach feast gathered by the immortals can bring you, if not, you can only continue to stay in Pingfeng Mountain and practice hard." Yanqiao Sighed longer than her, shook his head.

If it was in the past, things like the Pan Peach Banquet that heavenly princes and gods can only be invited to participate, would never look at Ping Feng Shan, but this time it was an exception. Yesterday I came a few pink cheeks and peach noodles. The young fairy sent Xian Tie to Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Chunqiu never made the news public, but only informed Yan Qiao.

"Okay, well, I'm working hard." Xia Wuxin suffocated her face flushed, and said with a dumb voice. Who knew she had used her strength accidentally, and her heart hurt.

At the same time, Song Yubai, who was sitting at the desk, trembled, leaving a little ink on the paper and fainting in all directions.

Knowing that Xia Wuxin was in trouble again, she shook her head slightly and wanted to continue writing, but she couldn't calm down anymore, so she rubbed her eyebrows and held her hands up.

"Azui." She whispered.

"Mr. Coming!" Azui ran in from the door holding the broom, bringing in the flying dust.

Song Yubai slapped the tip of his nose with reproach in his eyes, and then looked at her empty hands except for the broom, and a little bit of loss suddenly surged.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that she was silent, Azui put down the broom and hurried forward.

Song Yubai shook his head and said quietly. After a while, he suddenly raised his eyes, Tan's lips moved, and finally he spoke.

"Today, she hasn't delivered anything yet?"