I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Before Jiang Luo opened his eyes in a daze, he felt a burst of wetness on his lips, and more force was exerted on his waist, and he rubbed against it habitually in a daze.

After a while of lingering kisses, Jiang Luo couldn't breathe freely, and limply lay in Wei Zhao's arms, buried his face, and whispered, "Don't let anyone sleep."

Wei Zhao likes his soft-spoken, infinitely dependent, and shy appearance. He pinches his chin to make him look at him. Pink|tender and sweet, leaned up|licked| took a couple of mouthfuls: "I want to kiss you."

Jiang Luo twitched symbolically in his arms, then moved lazily, but he was unwilling to raise his head properly. He grabbed his clothes and stuck them to his chest, and his eyes fell on the red rope around his neck. On the small transparent stone, he said in surprise, "What is this? It's shiny."

Wei Zhao pulled out a small stone from his clothes, kissed the hair spinner on his head and watched him play: "This is what you gave me before, as long as you appear within ten meters of me, this small stone will emit light." Bai Guang, if I am in danger, you will feel it even if you crush a stone."

Jiang Luo opened his mouth: "It's amazing." He stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the warm stone, and the glistening white light fell on his fingertips from the inside out. Jiang Luo raised his face and looked at it. Glancing at Wei Zhao, with a surprised expression on his face, he touched the extremely worn red string with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Have you been wearing it for a long time?"

Wei Zhao held the small stone and held his hand. The big hand was warm and full of security, wrapping him whole: "Well, I will keep it with you if you give it to me." He touched the red rope and it was about to split It was hard to hide the distress in his tone, "This rope is knotted by a magic spell. It was originally very strong. It was accidentally scratched by a sixth-level monster last time. I haven't found the material to mend it."

Jiang Luo grabbed Wei Zhao's lapel and looked up at him. His face was as red as a burning cloud. Before Wei Zhao could speak, he leaned forward and kissed his thin lips, which were almost squeezed into a slit. Then he retracted quickly and turned his head. Get off Wei Zhao's body: "I'm hungry, go cook."

Wei Zhao was teased by that superficial kiss so that his heart trembled, he just wanted to pull his soft body over and kiss him, but he couldn't bear his baby's hungry stomach, so he drooped his head: "You just Know to bully me."

Jiang Luo hid in the quilt, and was very greedy to enjoy the warmth in the quilt, but his voice was a bit annoyed: "Whoever bullied you, I will give you a token of love, and I haven't seen you give me anything."

Wei Zhao froze when he got off the bed, turned around and pinched the small stone on his neck in disbelief, and asked tremblingly, "What did you just say?"

Jiang Luo blushed and didn't want to say anything, but she was pulled over by her shoulders. Seeing Wei Zhao's expectant eyes, she was also puzzled: "Isn't this a token of love I gave you?"

At that moment, Wei Zhao really thought that he had recovered his memory and told himself that he had liked him for a long time, but he guessed it too, holding something in his hand and lowering his eyelids in frustration: "It doesn't matter, it should be because you are afraid I was in danger, so I specially left it for my life."

The pitiful look of wanting to believe but not daring made Jiang Luo feel soft-hearted. After thinking for a while, he shrank into his arms and said in a low voice, "It was also given by me. Now I say it is a token of love. have opinions?"

Wei Zhao was too happy, so he didn't dare to have any objections, he didn't want to let go, and kept nodding, no objection, no objection at all.

I even want to engrave the four small characters of the token of love on it.

Jiang Luo laughed out loud, the embarrassment at first was dissipated a lot by his puppy-like behavior, and he pushed him softly: "Then go and cook, I'm really hungry."

Speaking of his stomach, there was a sound of grunting, Wei Zhao knew that he would not be really hungry, but he was shy and wanted to push himself away, and did not expose it, so he pampered his stomach, and hurriedly got out of bed to cook fish. .

Cooking was extremely easy for Wei Zhao. After a while, he came in with his sleeves rolled up, touched the back of Jiang Luo's head who was almost asleep, and muttered to himself, "Why are you so lazy, why are you so cute?" .” After a while, he chuckled again, “Why do I like you so much?”

Jiang Luo turned around and opened his arms automatically when he saw his face.

Wei Zhao grabbed his arms with both powerful hands and pulled him up to lean against the bed, helping him straighten his messy clothes: "Would you like to eat on the bed or on the table?"

Jiang Luo still couldn't open his eyes, his head tilted left and right, and he opened his mouth sticky: "On the bed|"

Wei Zhao squeezed his face, took out a set of moon-white robes behind him, lifted the quilt to reveal a snow-white but somewhat wrinkled middle coat, made a decision, neatly and refreshingly: "I'll help you Put on your clothes, go down and eat, you can't stay in bed all day long."

Jiang Luo shook his head: "I don't want to go down, my legs are weak."

Wei Zhao paused, and coaxed him along his hair: "Then I'll hug you, don't stay on the bed|, come down and move around."

He never thought that his high-ranking master would be so coquettish before, but after knowing it, he felt that he preferred this kind of soft and sticky master who could be bullied and manipulated by him.

Jiang Luo felt comfortable being manipulated by him, so he let him go.

Wei Zhao enjoyed the process of dressing Jiang Luo very much. At this time, Jiang Luo was gentle and well-behaved under his hands, as if he was completely dependent on himself.

Jiang Luo was sore|soft and uncomfortable, unable to sit down, Wei Zhao held him in his arms and helped him pick fishbone from the small plate.

Looking at the sumptuous meals on the table, Jiang Luo took a deep breath and his eyes sparkled: "During this period of time, I found that you can cook and look good, and the food is not bad."

Wei Zhao fed a small fish with chopsticks into his mouth: "Well, I used to make food by myself, and the craftsmanship is not bad. If you like it, I will make it for you every day."

The fish meat is delicious and smooth|tender, Jiang Luo almost swallowed it with his tongue, squinting his eyes and nodded happily: "Okay."

He looked lazily at Wei Zhao helping himself another piece of white meat from the belly of the fish, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

Wei Zhao smiled: "It's okay, I'm not hungry." He lowered his voice slightly, "Actually, you didn't eat before." After he said it, he realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly corrected it, "But don't worry, the food here All kinds of ingredients have spiritual power, and eating them will only benefit your cultivation.”

Jiang Luo grabbed his hand, rinsed the fish in the vinegar dish in front of him, and put it into his mouth, chewing like a little hamster: "It's okay, it's not good for cultivation, it's not good for you, anyway, There is no need for cultivation here, besides..." He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wei Zhao, implying, "Isn't there still you here, why should I be so powerful."

The piece of tofu on Wei Zhao's chopsticks shattered into pieces and fell into the bowl in front of him. After a while, he said firmly with a trembling voice, "Well, with me, I will protect you forever."

I hope you can remember everything you said today when you recover your memory—I will remember it seriously, and remember it for a lifetime, as if it is firmly engraved in the flesh and blood.

Jiang Luo laughed and pointed to the beans in front of him and said, "Forget it, look at your chopstick skills, it's really bad, I'd better eat beans."

Wei Zhao pursed his lips, and the chopsticks stretched towards the direction of the beans, but the tip of the chopsticks hadn't reached there yet. With a flick of his hand, the chopsticks fell to the table, Wei Zhao clutched his heart and twisted his facial features.

Jiang Luo was startled, turned around and hugged his arm in a panic: "Are you okay?"

Wei Zhao grabbed his wrist with one hand, obviously suffering great pain, and the other hand tightly grasped his chest, his clothes were wrinkled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, Jiang Luo, you... can you go first... lie down in the room, I might..."

Jiang Luo pressed his hand hard, frowning: "Stop talking, press the dantian first, adjust the breath, and use spiritual power to walk the meridians gently, don't force luck."

These words were completely tightened in his mind suddenly, and he read them directly before he could make a judgment. He came out of Wei Zhao's arms, stepped on the wooden floor with only a pair of white socks, and half bent over to look at Wei Zhao. With a pale face, Wei Zhao sat cross-legged on the spot and fell into meditation.

Although he didn't recover his memory during this time, his body and cultivation have recovered a lot with sufficient spiritual power, especially those mental formulas that sometimes swayed by his mouth, and he can even pass them or see them. The appearance of his own cultivation in the past - cold and strange, if he could not feel the familiar aura of the sedated person, he would have thought it was twins.

Jiang Luo quickly sat cross-legged behind Wei Zhao, with his palms on his back, helping him to smooth out the sudden violent spiritual power, but——

Jiang Luo frowned. Wei Zhao's meridians were completely different from his own, even faintly opposite. His spiritual power forcibly entered Wei Zhao's body and ran around in his meridians, which actually aggravated Wei Zhao's current pain. pain.He withdrew his hand, his head was sweating anxiously but there was nothing he could do. He watched the condensed spiritual power on Wei Zhao's body gradually gather into liquid droplets and roll down. While recalling carefully, Wei Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Luo's eyes were slightly red, and he was about to cry on the spot: "Wei Zhao, you... are you okay?" The fear was almost unforgettable, he was afraid that Wei Zhao would leave, and he couldn't wait to reach out and grab | him, to keep him .

Wei Zhao coughed twice, covering his heart with his hand and forced a voice: "It's okay."

Jiang Luo looked at his pale lips that were dry and cracked in an instant, and he moved up to the tip of his tongue to gently|lick|lick in distress. The rough feeling hurt his taste buds, and he swallowed a mouthful of bitter tears: "What's wrong with you, scared to death me."

Wei Zhao hugged him, patted his back to comfort him, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing, it should be that something went wrong in the practice."

But there was an expression of surprise and uncertainty on his face, just now he clearly felt the reverse flow of energy and blood, but before he could remember and alienate, that energy and blood quickly penetrated into his meridians as if he had found a place to go.He remembered that his predecessors had said that his physique was different, but he always thought it was because of his useless five spirit roots, and never thought of anything else. Now it seems that it is not that simple.

Jiang Luo cried, holding him tightly in fear: "Wei Zhao, you must not have an accident, I was really going to be... hiccupped, I hiccupped..."

Wei Zhao held his shoulders distressedly but even more jokingly, and wiped the tears that kept streaming down his face for him: "Okay, aren't you all right now? I never realized you are so crying-loving before."

Thinking of the strange pure white and icy figure flying in the snowflakes in the sky, Jiang Luo held his breath and stared at a pair of red rabbit-like eyes: "You like me or the you before amnesia."

Wei Zhao thought about it for a while, the time is too long, the memory of the master has gradually blurred, and he can only vaguely remember it, but the time spent with Jiang Luo is so long that the symbol master in his mind before has changed into this one in his heart. Jiang Luo, who is alive with flesh and blood and can cry.

I like Master, but I still like Jiang Luo. It stands to reason that he should have fallen in love with Master first, but he felt that after getting along with Jiang Luo, he liked Jiang Luo like this more. Say, "You are all one."

Jiang Luo didn't give up, shook his head and insisted on telling him why.

Wei Zhao sat on the ground and thought about it seriously, and felt that this was indeed a question worth considering. After pondering for a while, he finally said, "If I tell you, don't be angry."

Jiang Luo's face was flushed from crying, his eyes were still a little swollen, and he was wiping his tears pitifully. Hearing what he said, he was so angry that he shook his hands and was about to stand up: "Whoever you like, whoever you like is good." It's none of my business."

Wei Zhao hurriedly grabbed his wrist. Jiang Luo originally wanted to struggle, but when he thought of his painful appearance just now, he quickly withdrew his hand. His strength was too great. Jiang Luo's feet went limp and fell directly into his arms. The two of them It rolled to the floor with a bang.

Wei Zhao turned over and made a meat mat, his elbow hit the side table and his leg shivered with pain.

Jiang Luo was about to get up in a hurry: "Where did you fall, let me see, are you okay?"

Wei Zhao grabbed his hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and kissed him on the lips, looked up at him: "Jiang Luo, I admit that I have always admired you because you saved me back then. Love, but Jiang Luo, I liked you at the beginning, but you didn't want to talk to me and drove me away, Jiang Luo, I'm really sad, now you have amnesia, it's very different from before, maybe it's the same, just You just don't want to show this side of you in front of me, after all I...after all I..."

Jiang Luo tugged at the skirt of his shirt and said viciously, "Say."

Wei Zhao smiled wryly: "Actually, I should have seen it before, but I was too young at that time, you might treat me like a child."

Jiang Luo lay on top of him and bit his mouth hard, blocking what he hadn't finished speaking, no matter who he was, anyway, what Wei Zhao likes now is himself, the current self.

Wei Zhao was taken aback, and quickly regained the initiative, his tongue crawled up the tear stains on his face, lightly|lick|lick|licked the swollen|swollen eyelids, and said distressedly: "It hurts."

Jiang Luo held his shoulder shyly: "Don't scare me anymore."

Wei Zhao didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Well, don't worry, I said that I will protect you for the rest of my life." I won't let anything happen to me.

I will try my best to stay with you as long as possible.

"Yeah." Jiang Luo closed his eyes slightly, his eyelids were red and swollen, not only closed completely, but also a little bit painful. Being stimulated by Wei Zhao's saliva, it was even more uncomfortable. He grinned and tried his best not to make a sound, and spontaneously wrapped his hands around his neck Lying on my stomach and not wanting to move, my mind was thinking about how to restore my memory.

He instinctively felt that the man in his memory was powerful, if it was him, he should be able to help Wei Zhao.

*****

Wei Zhao is very busy during this time, he can't see others during the day, and sometimes Jiang Luo has already fallen asleep at night and he hasn't come back yet.

That night, Jiang Luo couldn't sleep alone, and sat in the yard looking at the bright night sky.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Is it colder or colder?" Wei Zhao pushed open the fence door, walked over with a damp body, and hugged the whole person into his arms.

Jiang Luo shook his head, actually he prefers to be colder.

Wei Zhao seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Luo was originally the Bing Lingen, so he took off his coat and wrapped him up tightly. He didn't sit on the stone pier on the other side, but sat cross-legged on the ground beside his feet.

Jiang Luo kicked his calf: "Sitting on the floor? Dirty."

Wei Zhao helped him straighten his trousers around his ankles, and dusted off his robe: "I'll make a decision later, I want to lean against you."

Jiang Luo slid down the stone pier, leaned into his arms, rubbed against him twice, and adjusted to the most comfortable position.

The air here is fresh and full of stars, twinkling like talking to you, Jiang Luo raised his face and looked at it seriously.

Wei Zhao clasped his waist, made him sit in his arms, and surrounded him from behind: "Wait for me?"

The warm breath sprayed behind him, Jiang Luo felt itchy all over his body, moved his body, and was held tightly by Wei Zhao and stopped moving. After thinking about it, he leaned back and completely blocked the gap Looking at the round moon in the sky: "How is your practice?"

Wei Zhao was silent for a while: "Worried about me?"

Jiang Luo was not hypocritical, turned his face and half of his body was almost lying on his body: "Well, I am afraid that if you are gone, I will be left alone."

Wei Zhao stretched out his fingers to trace his delicate facial features, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked it: "No, trust me." He did encounter some problems recently, and there seemed to be some problems with his body, but no matter what, he would not let Something happened to him, and he hasn't had enough happy days with Jiang Luo.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Luo seemed to have obtained a life-saving talisman, and he believed it unconditionally, and his mood immediately became much lighter: "I believe you."

After a pause, he said again, "Wei Zhao."

Wei Zhao straightened his hair and watched his fingers draw circles on his body: "Yes."

Jiang Luo hooked the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Wei Zhao pursed his lips and held his hand: "If you ask me, I will agree."

Jiang Luo lowered her head and whispered, "Wei Zhao, I might like you more than I imagined." If I don't see you, I will feel flustered, and if I can't find you, I will feel depressed.

Only by talking to you and letting you hug my empty heart will be filled like it is alive and beating. How can I live without you.

He is really different from before, he will be wronged, he will act like a baby, he will say what he wants, and he even keeps expressing his feelings. Wei Zhao listens to it a lot but is not tired of it, and even feels happier every time. He hugged Jiang Luo tightly, resting his chin on the top of his head: "I like you a little more than you like me. Mine—is love."

A short memory flashed in Jiang Luo's mind, but the strange costumes of the characters seemed to be completely different from what they are now. He closed his eyes and couldn't see again. Wei Zhao touched|touched|his forehead: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luo reached out and fumbled in the skirt for a long time, and took out a pure black rope: "This is for you, replace the one around your neck."

Wei Zhao took it in doubt, felt it soft|smooth and slightly cool in his hand, with traces of spiritual energy circling around his fingertips, and said in surprise, "This is..."

Jiang Luo looked up at the small stone on his neck and felt it: "I made it out of hair, it should be stronger than your red rope. Don't worry, I have refined it."

It feels like a normal rope, absolutely no hair feel.

Wei Zhao was so surprised that he didn't know what to say. He hugged Jiang Luo, reached out tremblingly and took off the pendant on his neck for the first time, quickly put on a new knot, and hung it up again. As if afraid of losing it.

Jiang Luo originally wanted to take this opportunity to take a good look at the little stone in his hand, but before he could react, he had already hung it up, with a sullen face.

Wei Zhao poked him with his hand: "It's the same if you lie on your stomach, I'm afraid I might lose it."

Jiang Luo was angry, and rolled his eyes: "I'm not a child, why would I lose it, and besides, it's such a big place, I can't find it."

Wei Zhao clenched his hands tightly, with an anxious defensive expression on his face: "That's not okay, this is the token of love you gave me, you must protect it personally, even you can't rape me at will. Play."

Jiang Luo kicked him hard and got up from him: "Go away, don't let me play."

Wei Zhao grabbed him, and Jiang Luo turned over and lay down on the ground, with both hands resting on Wei Zhao's thighs. The two chests were close together. Wei Zhao moved closer and shook his earlobes: " The pendant can't be played with, I—you can play with it as you like."

*****

Day by day, if there were no problems in Wei Zhao's cultivation, Jiang Luo would even think that this is the life of a god.

It's just that Wei Zhao's recent practice is only to forcefully suppress the backflow of Qi and blood, and there is no solution at all. After all, he doesn't even know what's wrong with his body.

The intensity of the suppression is getting bigger and bigger with the passage of time, and Wei Zhao is getting more and more worried, after all—one day his body will suffer a backlash thousands of times worse than the current reverse flow of Qi and blood.

But he has no choice, he wants to maintain this leisurely time as much as possible, a little longer is better.

Finally—on a certain day, the taut strings suddenly broke with a “bang——”.