I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Luo felt that he had slept for a long time. He opened his eyes in a daze, and the soft light shone on his face. He raised his hand slightly, moved around, and turned around to see a face that was also in a daze.

"Who are you?" Jiang Luo rubbed the forehead that was still aching, and tried to sit up.

Wei Zhao hurriedly supported him, helped him cover the quilt that had slipped down to his shoulders, and asked with strange eyes: "You don't remember me?"

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him for a while, then shook his head blankly: "Don't remember?"

Seeing that he kept pressing the position of his temple, Wei Zhao didn't have time to ask other questions: "Does it hurt?"

Seeing him nervous, wanting to touch him but not daring to touch him, Jiang Luo was very funny: "It's okay, you haven't told me your name yet?"

Wei Zhao was taken aback, but he didn't dare to say the name on his lips, for fear that the word Wei Zhao would wake up Jiang Luo's memory, and the person in front of him would not smile so nicely at him, nor would he— Get closer to him.

Jiang Luo looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but step back two points: "You can't be the one who hurt me, right?"

Wei Zhao waved his hands in a panic: "No, no, of course not." He said this, but he was so guilty that he didn't even raise his eyes to meet Jiang Luo's eyes. He was like this—he was probably harmed by himself.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Zhao steadfastly, laughing silly when he felt uncomfortable looking at him, and even bent over and beat the quilt vigorously.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Zhao was taken aback by Jiang Luo's character, which he had never shown before. He couldn't believe that this was the real Jiang Luo, but he felt that this was the complete Jiang Luo from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Luo reached out and pinched his face naturally: "Are you afraid of me?"

Wei Zhao nodded reflexively.

Jiang Luo became interested, moved his ass, leaned forward and asked: "Why? Was I very fierce to you before?"

Wei Zhao blushed for a moment: "Not fierce." Judging from the situation, Jiang Luo should have lost his memory. He didn't really want to mention the past, he wanted to take the opportunity to get along with Jiang Luo for a while, steal some happy days and then help him recover. memory.

Jiang Luo still pinched his face with his hands, and pulled it hard twice, pulling the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears, while his own face moved closer, swearing: "You are lying."

Wei Zhao panicked and stammered: "No, you didn't attack me before." After finishing speaking, his voice was depressed, and he lowered his head slightly, "You just don't pay much attention to me."

A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes. He pointed his index finger at himself and asked in surprise, "I'm ignoring you? I shouldn't."

Wei Zhao nodded: "It's you who ignored me, but I actually like you very much." He could only confess when Jiang Luo didn't remember anything, so that he wouldn't be angry.

Jiang Luo giggled, pinched his chin, and raised his eyebrows.

The spring color faded away in an instant, and Wei Zhao only saw the most beautiful smile on that glamorous face in an instant. He assured that even the fairies in the sky and the vixens on the ground were not as beautiful as Jiang Luomei, shy and timid, misty , the slender eyebrows have their own hooks, and their frowns and smiles are captivating.

He smiled coquettishly: "How could I ignore you? I like you too." He didn't lie, his mind went blank, and he should have been wary when he suddenly saw a stranger, but this silly-looking person gave him a slap in the face. Gaining his incomparable sense of familiarity and security, it seems that as long as he stays by his side, he doesn't have to think about anything.

Especially those charming eyes, shining like the shining stars in the night sky, familiar and greedy, it is impossible for this person to be the one who hurt him, on the contrary, he must be very kind to him, and he is also very kind the person I like.

Wei Zhao trembled all over, raised his face in shock, his eyes flashed with various emotions, and finally fixed on disbelief: "You... like me?! How come?!"

Although I kept telling myself before that Master may like me, but that was just words of consolation. I never expected to hear such a sentence from Master’s mouth in my lifetime. Wei Zhao stretched out his hand tremblingly to hold his hand, rubbing it in the palm of his hand for fear that he would suddenly take it away: "Do you really like me?"

Jiang Luo tilted his head in surprise: "Didn't I tell you before?"

Wei Zhao couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head, tears were streaming down his face.

Jiang Luo poked his face: "Hold back, the big man is still crying."

Wei Zhao sniffed immediately, shaking his head like a rattle: "I didn't cry."

"That may be your fault, otherwise why would I not tell you?" Jiang Luo liked him the first time he saw him. He didn't remember anything, and he didn't know the relationship with this man, so he was eager to tell This man, I like him, let him not leave me.

Jiang Luo put his arms around the man's neck and whispered in his ear, "Now you know, I like you, so do you like me?"

Wei Zhao's voice was hoarse, and he hugged his waist fiercely: "I like you, I like you the most."

"Hiss~" Jiang Luo was about to speak when Wei Zhao hugged his waist, feeling a little pain, and frowned.

Wei Zhao quickly let go of his hand. He used spiritual power to help Jiang Luo unblock it, but Jiang Luo had a strong sense of self-consciousness when he was asleep, and he didn't accept his spiritual power at all, so most of the scars were still there. He immediately lifted the quilt to check.

Jiang Luo blocked his hand that wanted to lift|open his clothes, and laughed loudly: "What are you doing?"

Wei Zhao suddenly blushed, faltered and refused to speak, and even turned his head.

Jiang Luo tugged at his clothes, half-kneeling and raised his waist, with a straight face: "Now let's talk about the business, how did I get hurt, and how did I lose my memory?"

He felt sore all over when he woke up, and it was even more uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

He restrained his smile and turned serious. His expression looked very much like the previous master who was rigid and unwilling to get close to him. Wei Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed | his hand: "I told you not to be angry."

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes: "You talk first, and I'll decide whether to get angry or not."

The truth must not be told, Wei Zhao pursed his lips as if he was mentally prepared before he said, "We were casual cultivators before." Wei Zhao glanced at him, and quickly explained to him the difference between cultivating immortals and casual cultivators. I mean, seeing his thoughtful appearance, my heart beats like a drum, I am afraid that I will remember too much, but fortunately Jiang Luo just nodded, signaling to continue.

Wei Zhao half-truth and half-lie: "I liked you very much before, but I wasn't sure what you meant. You were drunk that night, and then I went to find you, and I just... I just..."

Jiang Luo frowned, and even shook his head, as if remembering.

A few short clips floated through his mind, it seemed...it seemed...he squeezed the quilt tightly in his hands, and looked at Wei Zhao steadily.

Wei Zhao immediately stopped talking and looked at him nervously, afraid that he would remember anything.Seeing that he still didn't move for a while, he stumbled and continued: "You were very angry after waking up..." He didn't dare to continue.

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "So you hurt me?"

"No, no." Wei Zhao hurriedly explained, "How could I hurt you, it was you..." He carefully glanced at Jiang Luo, "You are very angry..." That's why he doubted what Master said just now.

Jiang Luo felt amused, and nodded: "I know I'm very angry." Looking at the man's stupid look, he also knew that he was definitely not angry at something, but at his attitude.

Wei Zhao hesitated, then raised his face and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, I was really impulsive that day, you can hit me or kill me, but Jiang Luo, I really love you, I have always loved you Dreaming of being able to stand by your side, dreaming of living with you, I..."

"Okay, I know." Jiang Luo didn't want him to look like he was about to cry, and supported his shoulders to meet his eyes, "Jiang Luo, my name is Jiang Luo."

The name twirled around on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Luo nodded, very familiar, just like this person, the smile on his face was a little more real, and his doubts about what this man said was completely dispelled.

Wei Zhao felt the breath around Jiang Luo calm down, and the tense back muscles finally relaxed. From the moment Jiang Luo just woke up, he knew that Jiang Luo had really lost his memory, and he trusted him but not completely. He was indeed relaxed after hearing his half-truths and half-false words.

He lowered his head slightly, hiding the complex emotions in his eyes.

Since Jiang Luo believes what he said, it means that he has not completely lost his memory, and still has his own ability to judge. Wei Zhao tightly grasp|holds Jiang Luo's hand, Jiang Luo, since God gave me this opportunity, I will not Easy to let go.

Can I take this opportunity to make you know me again and fall in love with me.

"It hurts." Jiang Luo whispered.

Wei Zhao lowered his head, only to see a few faint red marks on the fine white skin, the center of which had turned pale: "It's all right, I, I..."

Jiang Luo rubbed his head with the opportunity, and smiled straight into his eyes: "It's okay, why are you so nervous?"

Wei Zhao whispered, telling the truth: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid that all this is just a dream, and it will all disappear when I wake up."

Jiang Luo chuckled, rolled his eyes, pinched his arm quickly, and giggled looking at Wei Zhao's surprised face: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's still not a dream."

Wei Zhao murmured to himself, "It doesn't matter if it's a dream or not, if it's a dream, then don't wake up."

*****

Jiang Luo sat for a long time, a little tired, and yawned lazily, looking at the spring green and the bubbling stream outside the window: "Where is this?"

Wei Zhao explained to him intermittently: "This is a spiritual mountain. At the beginning, you...you were in the breakthrough period, and your realm was unstable, and then I...was so angry that your breath surged, your spiritual power leaked, and your cultivation base regressed. Not a lot, so I brought you here directly, the spiritual power here is strong and suitable for cultivation, and I have set up an enchantment on the outside, so ordinary people can't get in."

This is also the place that the seniors told him before. Few people know that it was originally a good place for his own cultivation. Wei Zhao really did not expect that he would have the opportunity to bring his master to settle here in his lifetime.

Wei Zhao glanced at Jiangluo, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters here, could the two of them also live a life of fairy couple here.

He didn't want too much, as long as he could stay with Jiang Luo until he recovered from his injury, he would be content.

Jiang Luo couldn't keep his eyes open, and lay down lazily, with his eyes slightly closed: "I'm sleepy."

Wei Zhao hurriedly helped him lie down, pulled the quilt up to his shoulders, and said courteously, "Go to sleep."

Although Jiang Luo didn't fall asleep right away, he stopped talking and breathed steadily, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Eyelids moved slightly, eyelashes blinked slightly, and Wei Zhao pinched himself hard to make sure that this was not a dream, but everything in front of him was like a dream, even more beautiful than in the dream. I never respond to my liking, but in reality it can.

Wei Zhao was so excited that he just wanted to go out for a couple of laps, trying to control his emotions, he held Jiang Luo's hand tightly and was reluctant to let go.

Jiang Luo opened his eyes helplessly, and shook his hand: "How can I sleep when you're like this."

"I, I..." Wei Zhao's face gradually blushed with guilt, but he couldn't help it, and didn't let go after a long stalemate.

Jiang Luo moved two points inward, grinning because of the injury on his body, and smiled again when he saw Wei Zhao's slightly changed expression, and patted the bedside: "Why don't you come up to sleep too."

Wei Zhao was flattered: "I, can I?"

Jiang Luo raised her eyebrows: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

If he is willing, how could he be unwilling? He is willing to let him pay the price of his life.

Wei Zhao quickly climbed up, and he almost pressed himself on Jiang Luo's body because he was too excited. He pursed his lips in embarrassment and lay stiffly beside Jiang Luo. The faint fragrance enveloped the tip of his nose. Wei Zhao even I can't feel my hands and feet.

That day was purely an accident. If he was normal, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do that kind of thing to his master.

His master is a god-like existence in his heart, and no one, even himself, can profane at will.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes, and his voice was a little lazy before going to sleep: "Do I want to practice next?"

Wei Zhao asked nervously, "Do you want to practice?"

Jiang Luo didn't feel anything: "It's okay, I feel a little tired, I don't really think about it."

Wei Zhao was stunned: "Even if you want to practice, you have to heal your injuries first."

Jiang Luo nodded, with a troubled expression on his face: "Yes, it's so troublesome to recover from injuries."

Wei Zhao immediately turned his face away, looked at him and said seriously: "No trouble, no trouble, I will take care of you."

Jiang Luo laughed out loud, touched|touched|his cheek: "That's good."

"Then do you want to restore your memory?" If you don't want to practice, I can protect you for the rest of your life, but what about your memory? Do you want to restore it? What will you do with me after you restore it?

Wei Zhao plucked up the courage to raise his face to ask such a sentence, but found that Jiang Luo was already asleep, and the corners of his eyes and lips were slightly curved up in his sleep. Print a kiss.

*****

The water splashed everywhere, and the sunlight refracted through the water droplets | dazzling light, Jiang Luo covered his eyelids with his hand, squinting his eyes to see the man in the water with his trousers rolled up to his calf, bent over to catch fish.

With a "crash", Wei Zhao raised the big fish in his hand and looked over with a smiling face.

Jiang Luo beckoned, and Wei Zhao ran over immediately.

Throwing out a cleansing tactic casually, the water splashed on Wei Zhao's face and the water stains and mud spots on his body all disappeared, and the fish in his hand also disappeared in a flash. Zhao said, "Why don't you use spells?"

Wei Zhao sat down next to him, shoulders touching shoulders, looking at the sparkling water: "I want to catch fish with my own hands for you to eat."

I am not richer than you than Lingshi, and I am lower than you in terms of ability. All I can do for you is love you as much as possible.

Jiang Luo tilted his head and fell into his arms: "It's so good."

After getting along for such a long time, Wei Zhao has gotten used to Jiang Luo's soft bones, and he is not as stiff as before. He put his arms around his waist: "I will always be fine."

Jiang Luo thought for a while, during this period of time, Wei Zhao cooked the meals, cleaned the house, and washed the clothes. The two of them lived happily and plainly like ordinary couples, and he was regarded as the husband. The spoiled little wife, thinking of this, two blushes quickly rose on Jiang Luo's cheeks.

To tell the truth, he likes this comfortable life very much.

Especially when the person you love is by your side and still loves him so much.Jiang Luo felt that he was really the luckiest person in the world, so memory didn't seem so important.

Anyway, the most valuable is in the present, isn't it.

Wei Zhao lowered his head: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luo turned his head unnaturally: "It's nothing."

Wei Zhao didn't believe it, and rubbed his stomach: "Hungry?"

Jiang Luo slapped his hand away angrily, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "I won't be hungry." He has lost his memory, but he is not stupid, and those common senses are naturally still in his head.

When Wei Zhao touched| touched his itchy flesh, Jiang Luo giggled before he straightened his face, and hurriedly covered his hand with both hands: "Wei Zhao, don't touch it, itchy|dead."

Wei Zhao took an inch, turned over and directly pushed him to the ground, fixed his shoulder with one hand, and lingered on the soft | After eating so much, let me see whose belly it all went to?"

The flesh on Jiang Luo's body is soft|smooth and tender. There is no man's massive muscles in the waist|abdomen, but there is no excess fat. It is lean and well-organized, which makes people love it.

Jiang Luo kept dodging, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, his eyes were reddish: "Wei Zhao...don't, don't pinch your stomach, it's uncomfortable."

Hearing his intermittent panting, most of Jiang Luo's clothes were loosened due to struggling, revealing the delicate collarbone under the neck and a large piece of fair skin. The movement gradually stopped, and there was a heavy and short gasp in his throat, and he stared blankly at Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo naturally knew what he was imagining, his cheeks flushed, and he turned his head away from him.

The breeze was slow, and the weeds on the ground scratched his face a little itchy, but Wei Zhao grabbed Jiang Luo's wrist when he reached out to touch it. He frowned slightly and looked at Shang Wei Zhao's dark eyes.

Rough fingers caressed the itching on the face, but it brought another kind of secret stimulation.

Jiang Luo trembled all over, his body went limp in an instant but was caught by Wei Zhao in time, he squinted at the man above him, muttered something in a low voice, stretched out his sleeve to cover his face, only heard a sound coming from his throat Cotton|soft murmur.

"Hold me back."

The hand on the waist froze suddenly, Jiang Luo's eyes widened suddenly as the world spun, and he hugged Wei Zhao's neck tightly: "Ah, can't you slow down." He raised his face to face Wei Zhao with a little danger With encroaching eyes, he resentfully stopped talking.

Wei Zhao was like holding a rare treasure, walking steadily and steadily step by step, he carefully placed the person on the bed, staring at him with a pair of eyes, until Jiang Luo's neck trembled slightly and turned pink. Stretching out his hand and shaking his fingertips, he pulled open his skirt and fell over.

He wanted to ask if it was okay, but he was afraid that his slightly raised lips would say no, so he could only test Jiang Luo's bottom line step by step cautiously and fearfully.

*****

After pinching a cleansing formula, Jiang Luo lay on Wei Zhao's arms refreshedly, squinting his eyes to rest.

Wei Zhao played with | a lock of black and smooth hair floating between his fingers and couldn't put it down: "Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo lazily refused to open his eyes, and let out a sticky sound from his nose.

Wei Zhao trembled all over, pinched his nose, thought for a while and asked, "Do you like this place?"

Jiang Luo: "It's okay."

Wei Zhao was worried: "It's okay, that means... would you like to live here all the time in the future?"

Jiang Luo replied casually: "Okay, I feel pretty good, and I don't bother to adapt to the new environment."

Wei Zhao laughed out loud, he had never noticed that this person was so lazy before, he swore that Jiang Luo did not like to interact with people before, it was definitely not because of his legendary cold personality, it was probably because of his lazy personality , do not like to communicate with people too much.

After breaking the inherent impression in his heart, Wei Zhao felt that he knew Jiang Luo better and liked Jiang Luo better, and his inner worries were less.

I have never come into contact with this kind of Jiang Luo, and it is obvious that he is not completely ruthless towards himself. If...if he really recovers his memory, will he also like himself, at least he won't hate himself , or drive yourself away.

After struggling for a long time, Wei Zhao finally asked, "Jiang Luo, do you want to restore your memory?"

Jiang Luo was stunned, and looked up at him: "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Wei Zhao couldn't hide the frustration in his tone: "It's not all of a sudden, I've thought about it for a long time."

Jiang Luo poked his abs and laughed out loud: "Why, I'm afraid I'll ignore you after I recover my memory?"

Wei Zhao didn't speak, but the anxiety flashing in his eyes and the stiffness of his body couldn't be deceiving.

Jiang Luochang | Stretched his legs, turned over and lay on his body: "Don't worry, I like you so much that I lost my memory and didn't ignore you. Even if I recover my memory, I won't ignore you, and..."

He glanced at Wei Zhao out of the corner of his eye, and despite his cold appearance, there was a touch of charm, "Besides, you are afraid that I will be angry because of that matter, so now that you have done it, I am not angry."

Jiang Luo was still a little embarrassed to discuss these disharmonious contents frankly, but he always felt that the relationship between the two of them was already very close. Having said that, Jiang Luo buried her face deeply in the quilt to cover up the embarrassing redness on her face.

Although he was shy, he wanted to tell the man in front of him that he liked him, and told him not to worry about gains and losses. He would feel distressed when he saw it.

Yes, Jiang Luo just lost his memory, he is still him, it doesn’t make sense for him to like him after losing his memory, and he doesn’t like him anymore when he has a memory, after Wei Zhao figured this out, he felt like he was going crazy with joy, and hugged Jiang Luo tightly Waist, head stuck to Wei Zhao's neck and took a deep breath: "Jiang Luo, I really like you."

He turned his face and tried to kiss Jiang Luo's lips, but was pushed away.

Jiang Luo put two fingers against his face: "Since you like me so much, treat me better in the future."

Wei Zhaoyi tilted his head and bit his fingers, his rough tongue curled those two fingers back and forth and sucked|sucked back and forth: "I will take good care of you, very good."

Jiang Luo pulled out his finger, inserted it directly into his hair, found the most comfortable position, rubbed it twice, and then——slept.