Brother is always slapping his face

Today's competition has come to an end, because the closer to the last moment, the more intense the competition, the exhaustion of physical and spiritual energy is very fast, and the players also need time to adjust.

Mo Zhannan and Jia Jingyu returned to Linlang Peak. In the small bamboo forest, Mo Zhannan frowned and said, "Just now you took a slanted sword. I don't think it deserves praise. It's too dangerous."

Jia Jingyu forced a smile, and patiently explained: "I didn't fight against Zhanlong. He is powerful, and his sword skills are fast and fierce. If it takes too long, I'm afraid he will see my flaws, and he can only win by surprise."

"But..." Before he could finish speaking, Jia Jingyu embraced him all at once, and said: "I know, I know, I will be very careful, Qi Lu is out of the game, I really can't lose rise……"

"Alas..." Mo Zhannan sighed, hugged Jia Jingyu's waist back, felt his tall and slender body trembling slightly, supported him with all his strength with his small body, wanted to give him some support, let him know , My own support and distress for him.

"Brother, you are the best in my mind..." Mo Zhannan spoke softly from the bottom of his heart.

"Hmm..." Jia Jingyu replied in a deep nasal voice, with a bit of childishness, and was affirmed by important people, revealing a little bit of coquettishness.

Mo Zhannan's heart seemed to be soaked in warm spring water, it was about to melt gently...

Gently patted his tough waist, Mo Zhannan comforted softly: "Don't worry, it's fine..."

"Oh..." Jia Jingyu suffocated his internal injuries from laughing. It turned out that as long as he pretended to be pitiful, he would be hugged. If he had known this was the case, he should have pretended to be pitiful, and he would not have run away.Wow, so much wasted time.

The warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, and the continuous light fragrance from his nose, made people feel elated, and couldn't help asking: "What do you usually use to wash your hair? It smells so good..."

Hearing this, Mo Zhannan immediately broke free from his embrace, and looked up at his eyes, as if filled with a hazy layer of smoke, intoxicated and seductive...

It can't go on like this!

Mo Zhannan's heart suddenly became alert, he pushed Jia Jingyu away forcefully, and turned around.

This time, Jia Jingyu didn't agree, he pressed his lips tightly, and hugged him from behind. Mo Zhannan had nowhere to escape, and could only do unnecessary struggles.

Jia Jingyu was anxious and complained angrily: "Mo Zhannan, why do you push me away? Why do you want to run away every time? What are you worried about? If you don't tell me, how would I know..."

Faced with the questions he might have suppressed for a long time, Mo Zhannan was not dodging, but what could he say? He couldn't answer the questions Jia Jingyu asked, let alone give him a satisfactory answer. He could only remain silent.

Now is an extraordinary period, Jingyu, why do you ask me this, don't you know that your situation is very dangerous?In the ring competition, the sword has no eyes, and it is extremely dangerous.You took this opportunity to challenge me, knowing that I was worried about you, so you couldn't bear to reject you, right?

After a long time, Mo Zhannan said in a calm tone: "Senior brother, with my body, maybe one day..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jia Jingyu stopped him from continuing, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and made him turn around slowly, his eyes were full of earnest concern, and he comforted him in every way: "As long as I study hard and practice hard, my martial arts cultivation will reach the level A certain height, when the time comes... when the time comes..."

"What will it be then?" Mo Zhannan asked expectantly with a smile in his eyes.

Encouraged by his eyes, Jia Jingyu's confidence doubled, and he said word by word: "When the time comes, we will practice both together. I believe that in time, you will become like me. You will grow when you see the wind, and you will die if you are thrown into the water." smoke."

"Hehehe..." Mo Zhannan smiled brightly, and Jia Jingyu was also affected by his heartfelt smile, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Brother, one day, when you know that you have saved a sect of cultivating immortals with your own hands, everyone would like to smash the corpse into thousands of pieces, and I don’t know how you will feel. At that time, what should you and I do?

……

At this moment, in the Yuhuafeng courtyard, He Lianyue, who was pacing back and forth, was restless. Her father was invited by the head of the Taihe sect to go for a while, and since she was a junior, she had nothing to say when she went, so she didn't go.

However, if he wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation and be close to someone, he would never have the chance to get close at all. All his heart was tied to his senior brother Jia Jingyu. His unstained glazed eyes, without blinking, chased Jia Jingyu all the way, or his figure was as fast as lightning, or as swift as the wind, and even his breathing became cautious. .

……

In the afternoon, Shi Tianjiao and Gou Fugui had nothing to do and went out to have fun together.

Jia Jingyu took a lunch break in the room alone. He was full of energy all day long. In Xue Wenlin's words, he was alive and well, unable to sleep at all. He closed his eyes and rested on the bed. Play it back in your mind.

But he didn't know that Mo Zhannan, whose ten fingers didn't touch the spring water, washed his hands and made soup for him. He stood by the fire and simmered a crock pot of ginseng and pheasant soup for him slowly.

The pheasant was caught by myself in the back mountain. It was easy to catch it with my hands. It lost its feathers or something. The right hand lightly brushed the chicken body, and the chicken could not move. The colored feathers were pulled out clean, and the cleaned pheasant was hidden in the universe bag. Bring it back quietly.

If the master knew that he used the Nine Serenity Divine Art to catch pheasants, he would beat his chest and stamp his feet, crying and wiping away his tears.

As for the high-grade ginseng stewed with the chicken, it was a tonic given to me by the master, and I didn't want to eat it, so I also put it in the Qiankun bag. Now, it just comes in handy.

In early autumn, the climate of Taihe School was pleasant, and Mo Zhannan sat on a small stool, watching the fire, feeling peaceful and peaceful.

Just in time, Master came back from the Jiuding Peak where the master had entertained guests. He was full and felt a little thirsty. There was no more tea in the blue and white porcelain teapot in the room, so he took a porcelain cup to pour a glass of water to drink.

He didn't see Mo Zhannan, he was muttering in his heart, stepped into the kitchen, and saw Mo Zhannan standing by the stove like a kitten, his eyes met, they were all stunned.

"Master, are you back?" Mo Zhannan immediately stood up from the stool and said.

"What are you doing?" Xue Wenlin walked up a few steps with a puzzled look on his face.

"Master, I'll pour you tea." Mo Zhannan was sweet-hearted, quickly picked up the teapot on the table, and poured Xue Wenlin half a cup of tea.

Xue Wenlin drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, his expression clouded.Who are you cooking chicken soup for?Needless to say.Why do I smell the herbal scent of ginseng?You silly boy, you are not willing to take the tonic I gave you.How can that kid Jia Jingyu be able?From now on, we demons will command the heroes and look down on the king of the world, and we will be so eager to him, heart and soul.The old uncle secretly shed a burst of sad tears.

Mo Zhannan gradually lowered his head under Xue Wenlin's scolding, dissatisfied and concealed resentment eyes, biting the bullet and bearing it, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Before leaving, Xue Wenlin was unwilling to die, and said slowly: "The soup is ready, don't forget to serve me a bowl."

"Hey, okay, Master, let's try it first." Mo Zhannan slowly learned to observe words and expressions, and saw initial results.

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The jealous old man...