Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

"Then what if I like it, sir?" Xia Wuxin said suddenly, and then Ling Bo lightly stepped and stopped in front of Song Yubai.

The girl's eyes were bright, not like a joke.

Song Yubai did not expect that she would ask back, but felt that she was sharp and wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that she was silent, Xia Wuxin changed her remarks: "The husband refused several times before. Was it really because he was unintentional to me, or because of some messy reasons?"

Song Yubai only felt a burst of muddy air in his heart, one heart burned so badly, and the palm that was always held by Xia Wuxin became soaked, making the touch of the skin more vivid.

She suddenly turned her head, her hair fluttered and pointed.

Xia Wuxin looked in the direction she was pointing, her thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and she glared at Wei Yili, who was desperately suppressing her breath. The latter had long felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so she ran like liberated legs and disappeared into the night. .

After all, since ancient times, people who know too much will probably be wiped out.

Without the presence of others, Song Yubai's tight heartstrings relaxed a little, so he looked down and said indifferently, "I don't know."

The three words make sense.

Xia Wuxin pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words. The inflated joy gradually spread. After all, the person opposite was Song Yubai. If she really didn't mean to her, she could say no to her in a cold voice.

But she said she didn't know, and when she said it, her soft palm curled up slightly, like a frightened animal.

Those emotions of Xia Wuxin had long since vanished. Standing in front of her, Song Yubai, who was no longer calm and possessed seven passions, was even more lovely than usual.

Suddenly she let go of Song Yubai's hand, dropped her head and pulled off the hairpin holding her hair, Qingsi leaned down, then shook her head left and right, and threw the hair covering her face behind her ears.

In early autumn, there is the sound of cicadas, whirring like a heartbeat.

Although Xia Wuxin was dressed up, her hair was drooping, her eyes were flowing, her pink lips were full, she smiled, and she was a pretty girl. Song Yubai didn't know what she was doing, but she couldn't help but back off.

Under the cover of the night, his face turned a light red.

"What do you do," she said, coughing dry with her hands.

Xia Wuxin looked at her look like she was hard to eat, she couldn't help but laugh, leaned over, her nose was only an inch away from her, and tilted her head and said, "I just removed my hair, but Mr. , You can’t just allow the state officials to set fires and forbid the people to light the lights."

Song Yubai tightened his body even more, his face flushed and his ears were red: "How can I be as frivolous as you."

Xia Wuxin said that Song Yubai was cold and desolate, so she was so red as a prawn, she found the joy of teasing Song Yubai, and she liked it more in her heart, so she deliberately refused to give up.

At this time, the advantages of Banxian were fully manifested. She just snapped her fingers, and the wooden hairpin on Song Yubai's head fell into her hands, and the silk, which was more compliant than her, was immediately caught in the wind.

Song Yubai wanted to gather her hair subconsciously, but unexpectedly Xia Wuxin was bold enough to directly hold her wrist and flip her left hand. The wooden door behind her creaked open, and the two of them were already standing in the dark room.

Behind Song Yubai was the wall, and Xia Wuxin took her wrist and held it high against the wall. At the same time, the two of them tightened their bodies together, making each other seamlessly.

Song Yubai was firmly controlled by Xia Wuxin between his body and the wall. As long as he raised his head, he could touch her lips.

"Xia Wuxin, you are so courageous, I am still your teacher, if you are seen, how decent would you be!" Song Yubai was firmly bound, really moved, this posture is overwhelming, she Almost unable to break free.

Especially, Xia Wuxin's breath sprayed into her ears, causing her body to feel numb.

This kind of numbness is more irritating than Xia Wuxin's boldness.

"No one will see." Xia Wuxin said, her voice was very soft, like breathing, not clear, "Since your husband is a teacher, you should also know what it means to be a teacher."

"What do you mean?" Song Yubai was startled, his eyes raised.

"I mean, my husband did such things to me without considering the consequences, it hurts me very much."

As Xia Wuxin said, she suddenly placed her other hand behind Song Yubai's head, and let the ink-like hair flow through her five fingers. Then, her bright eyes curled up, and Xuanran wanted to cry: "Mr. did that in front of me. The behavior, how impact my immature mind has been, if before, I was thinking that I could not become immortal, I would find a good son, but now, my dream is the body of the husband..."

What is her body in the dream? When Song Yubai heard the words, it seemed as if a mouthful of blood got stuck in the eye of his throat, and his anger just now became ashamed.

"Xia Wuxin, do you know what shame is, this kind of dream..."

Suddenly she couldn't continue, and she subconsciously covered the skirt of her clothes.

Xia Wuxin suddenly laughed, then let go of her hand and took a step back. The distance between the two suddenly widened, and the cool wind dissipated the turbid heat.

The candlelight lit up, illuminating the tables, chairs and benches.

On the other side, Song Yubai was slowly retracting his arm, and the clear glass eyes were shining with the light of a bean candle, flickering and misty.

She seemed to be uncomfortable with the sudden light up, raising her hand, covering her eyes with her wide sleeves, but showing half of her flushed face.

Then, the thin body pushed Xia Wuxin aside, and opened the door, a few strands of blue silk melted into the darkness, in exchange for a cool night breeze.

Xia Wuxin watched her run away, put her hand on her heart, and there was something jumping there that made her hands and feet soft. When she lowered her head, she almost kissed her.

The smile on her face disappeared and turned into a light sigh. She didn't know what everyone said like, but now it suddenly understood.

Perhaps one word of love is one can't help it.

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That day, Xia Wuxin gave Song Yubai the answer. After that, Song Yubai never returned the gadgets she entrusted to him.

But other than that, there seemed to be no other progress. Perhaps Xia Wuxin had suddenly become increasingly busy. Since Yanqiao took over her, she could no longer escape from cultivation.

Yanqiao has all the characteristics of an immortal, that is, his mind is full of cultivation, and he regards everything as dung. Only when Su Xieyue intercedes, Xia Wuxin can take a breath and take a break.

Fortunately, the cinnabar seal is formed, and the day of the flat peach feast is slowly approaching, and everything gradually becomes clear.

For the flat peach banquet, Pingfengshan attaches great importance to it. Xia Chunqiu specially asked for a batch of excellent golden silkworm and white silk brocade from his old friend Huang Daoxian, made himself an expensive robe, and replaced him. Wearing a cloth jacket that has been worn for hundreds of years.

The disciples who can go also cut cloth and sew clothes. Although it is not as glorious as the heavens, it is also a new atmosphere for the whole family. Most people have never been out of the mountains, and they don't want to lose face in front of countless big people.

Even Su Xieyue put a layer of Shu embroidered fan on her magical implements.

The night before leaving for Kunlun Mountain, most of the people suffered from insomnia. Xia Wuxin was no exception. His mind was full of Qionglou Yuyu and Langyuan Xiange in the heavens.

Fortunately, she took Su Xieyue to sleep in her room on this day, so even if she tossed and turned, she wouldn't be too boring.

With fluffy quilts piled on the bed, Xia Wuxin's whole body was wrapped in the quilt, only his head was exposed, and his black and white eyes followed Su Xieyue's hand.

Su Xieyue sat on her couch, holding a piece of bright blue fabric in one hand, pinching the needle in the other hand, sewing under the lamp, and shook her head while sewing, reproaching: "How come you don’t have any good clothes in this cabinet? Yes, I don’t know whether to wear clothes or eat clothes."

"I'm not to blame, it's that they are not strong." Xia Wuxin muttered, covering her ears.

"Are they not sturdy, or are you like a leather monkey every day?" Su Xieyue was not polite.

Xia Wuxin sighed, leaned over to take a closer look, and waved his hand: "This is not a good one, it's just a hole. It's good to make up tomorrow. This oil lamp is dim. Senior sister, beware of your eyes."

Su Xieyue stared at the fist hole, and the sighs of the two overlapped.

"I knew it, I'll make it for you in advance, so that you don't have any good clothes to wear." Su Xieyue's eyebrows are lightly frowning, and she continues to sew in embarrassment.

Apply a patch, so that the fart/share will not be exposed.

Xia Wuxin giggled, got into the quilt again, and lay down comfortably.

The wind outside the door was stronger, and Xia Wuxin looked outside, thinking that the autumn wind was really rampant like a monster, blowing like it was about to open the ground.

But in the next moment, she suddenly sat up and jumped out of the bed with her ears erected, and said, "Senior Sister, someone is coming, is it a big brother? Hurry up and hide your reputation."

Su Xieyue was amused by her words, she slapped her on the back of the head, groaningly said: "It's not a big brother, I'll go out and have a look."

Xia Wuxin looked at herself, who was only wearing a single shirt and had not tied her chest, so she had to agree, and went back into the bed, whispering to herself. She was a little flustered by the Yanqiao that appeared everywhere in the past few days, I was afraid he was on a whim. , Catch yourself to practice in the middle of the night.

Su Xieyue walked out of the room and was tightly wrapped by the raging cool breeze. With her beautiful eyes squinted, her hair flying, she looked into the darkness.

"Who is here?" She said softly.

A slender figure appeared in the line of sight. She was wearing a gray cloak of cotton cloth, and she was hunting and hunting, with a long jade body, her face appeared in the thin light and shadow, indifferent and stunning.

When she saw Su Xieyue, she was stunned for a moment. Then she grabbed the outer side of the cloak with both hands, and her fingers turned white.

"Mr. Song?" Su Xieyue said in surprise, and quickly turned sideways, "Quickly enter the house, it's cold outside."

Song Yubai made a lot of determination to come here, but never expected to meet Su Xieyue. He couldn't help blushing, his eyes were not looking at her, he said in a low voice, no need.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while before Su Xieyue whispered: "Mr. came here in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

Song Yubai nodded and shook his head again. After struggling for a long time, he took out a pile of fabric from the cloak. Although he couldn't see what it was, the light shone through the door.

She didn't seem to dare to see Su Xieyue, and said lightly: "Well, please give Xia Wuxin to you."

Su Xieyue took it, and the fabric seemed to flow, with the cool light. When touched, she couldn't say that it was comfortable. She was even more surprised. Xingmu raised her eyes slightly: "This, is it the sir?"

Song Yubai didn't answer, but just said: "Tong Xia Wuxin said, it's compensation."

"If she doesn't want it, just throw it away." Before she finished her words, she added again, as if she was afraid of something.