two love (gl)

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"How long will you stay this time?"

Song Jie smiled: "How long do you want me to stay?"

"Who cares about you." Song Ze pinched her nose, no matter how much he pretended to be disgusted, he couldn't hide the joy in the corners of his eyes.

It is well known by everyone in Yinshenzong that the suzerain was fascinated by the flower picking thief of Mingjing Sect.On the way back, I met many disciples of the sect, and I was not surprised to see Song Jie. Anyone who was not blind could see Song Ze's joy.

That good-looking, deceiving flower-picking thief is here again.Her white clothes are elegant, her white clothes are elegant, and her eyes are wet and smiling, only their suzerain is in sight.

Mu Shaoai's young disciple couldn't help but take a second look, yes, that's great, yearning for him.

The older disciples will inevitably look sideways, and the world is getting worse, which will bring down the suzerain.

If Song Jie was a casual cultivator, the Yinshenzong would not be so contradictory.But Song Jieshi is actually a direct disciple of Elder Fei of the Mingjing Sect, and has some ties with Sect Master Du of the Zhidao Sect. Although the Tongxuan world is harmonious now, the major sects always have the intention of guarding against competition in private.

If Song Jie had been in Yinshenzong for a long time, Mrs. Fei would say: the two sects are not united, you are always there, maybe others will dislike you.

It's not easy to ask Song Ze to live in Mingjingzong to accompany her.When Song Ze went to Mingjing Sect, he was afraid that the suzerain would have a headache, thinking that she was going to poach the sect's wall.

Because Song Jie's identity is sensitive, there are a lot of gossips surrounding her.

But gossip is gossip, if anyone brings this gossip to Song Zongzhu, I'm afraid it won't be good.

Song ignored it, and neither did Song Jie.The flower picker in her embryo has gone through a lot of gossip, telling her that the things in the sect are not enough for her to see.Those disciples didn't dare to embarrass her blatantly. She is someone who can use the Sovereign Spirit Sword, who would want to try the sword with herself.

Besides, she was very busy.

Staying in the Yinshenzong didn't stop. It was common for her to be asked to drink flowers and wine in the mortal world, and someone would always send her a post.

Every year when an oiran is elected, someone must invite her to go.

Since the flower girl in Luoshui City was subdued by Song Ze, her reputation has improved a lot. Of course, as a balance, Song Ze's reputation has deteriorated a lot.

This time she didn't stay in Yinshenzong for a few days, so she told Song Ze that she would go to Luoshui City for a few days.

What to do? Watch New Oiran.

Song would not stop her.

When Yu Yan heard about this, his eyes almost fell out.

"Is she really a flower picker?" As a person who lived in the Tongxuan world since childhood, he really doesn't understand the youth in the world.

Song didn't intend to hide it. "As fake."

"Are you worried about that too?"

"Is there any need to worry?"

Yu Yan rubbed his chin, thinking about it was the same reason.When Song Jie first came here, he inquired about all the pretty people in Yinshenzong, and he has never heard that she hooked up with those people. "Recently, I've noticed that the previous frivolousness of the little Song lady has been completely wiped out. She doesn't have the hostility of the old days. Her brows look a bit like a monk. I think it's because she has improved her cultivation. Sovereign, you discipline her well."

Going to Yanzhidi with Song Jie and returning to Suiyuan, Song remembered Yu Yan's words.Yu Yan's eyes were vicious, she said that if Song Jie had improved, it must be because of his cultivation.As for whether or not to worry about it, the flower picker only felt that she and she were the most beautiful in the heaven and earth, and she didn't like any of those oirans. No, he even invited her to watch the fun in the mortal world.

Song felt that she should praise Song Jie.

Not knowing why to be commended is not a hindrance to making a request.

Song Jie salivated, raised his eyebrows, and whispered two words: "Nun."

"I want to touch my bald head. A round, soft, hot bald head."

Those who know know that she said she is bald, and those who don't know think what she is talking about.

Song hit her once, loudly but not hard.

"You forgot, the little nun still owes me one more time."

"What do you owe?"

Leaning into Song Ze's ear and saying "Huan Hao", Song Jie did not forget to lick her ear.

Song Ze blushed to the base of his neck, both ashamed and annoyed.The little nun in the illusion is something she can't afford to lose face, but this guy just misses the little nun.

This look of embarrassment and anger was too tempting, before Song Ze agreed, Song Jie couldn't bear to make out with her indiscriminately.

In the mortal world, Song was less burdened by the suzerain, and devoted himself to love//things.

The clouds came and went, and the two hugged each other.

Song Jie asked: "What kind of me do you like most?"

The corners of Song Ze's eyes curled up slightly, "The current appearance."

Song Jie understood: "It turns out that you don't wear clothes now. I didn't expect you to be such a lustful suzerain..."

Song didn't let her continue talking, but just sealed her mouth.

"Well……"

Two days later, both returned to Yinshenzong, and Yu Yan came to report mysteriously.

"According to reports from the eyeliner of the mortal world, your flower picker hooked up with a little nun."

Song Ze looked at him expressionlessly.

Yu Yan continued to chatter. "Why doesn't she even let the nuns go? She's insane."

Song Ze still looked at him.

At this moment, Yu Yan finally felt something was wrong, jumped back as if being burned, and said in disbelief: "It's you? You two are really affectionate and interesting, ha ha ha ha ha, special taste, special hobbies..."

Before Song Ze could make a move, Yu Yan escaped.

Song Ze was helpless and funny.

Not long after, Song Jie briskly walked towards her, accompanied by the seemingly cold plum fragrance.

The sun shone on her delicate red face like a flower blooming all the way.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth, and affection in the eyes.

"Song Ze."

There is no second person in the world who can call her name so beautifully.

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