The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Fine grass under the moon.

Qinghui sprinkled through the water-ripple-like barrier, reflecting the two overlapping figures on the soft grass slope in a particularly ambiguous way, almost blending into one.

The fresh scent of grass was rolled up by the action of the two, as if they were going to turn the night into a scene full of spring.

The blue silk and silver hair laid out like a brocade are scattered and intertwined. As the moonlight flows, the suppressed and disorderly panting is completely imprisoned in the barrier, expanding wave after wave, listening to the sound of being pressed on the lawn. In people's ears, it is like thunder.

Shen Zhihan pressed his face against the soft grass, but he still couldn't fully understand what was going on in his heart.

——Shouldn't he be the master to remove the medicine?

——Why is it now that I am under pressure? ? ?

On the chest and abdomen are grass leaves that are slightly cool, but there is a rough scorching heat on the back.

Shen Zhihan's eyes were slightly closed, feeling the uneven scars on Jun Wuxin's body, he had almost no strength to resist.

Master's current cultivation has regressed to the point where he only has foundation building, and Shen Zhihan, who is already in the early stage of fusion, almost doesn't even need to lift a finger to push him back.

But he knew that he couldn't do it.

Whether it's Master's careful teaching for more than 100 years, or his healing his wounds with his own blood, or the natal sword that was broken for him under the abyss of heaven 3000 years ago, Shen Zhihan feels that he is like a reed of duckweed. It was played back in front of his eyes from time to time, so that he couldn't bring up the thought of resistance.

"Han Han..."

Jun Wuxin was still wearing a snow-white tunic, and the open front of the tunic covered the two of them tightly.

He lowered his head, and the hot air he exhaled while murmuring made Shen Zhihan's neck and ears red, and the heat almost roasted him.

Shen Zhihan was a little confused.

An hour ago, he was still angry because he called him Shizun instead of Mu Yichen, why did he start calling him by his nickname in the tone of Shizun now? ? ?

If there is no response, Jun Wuxin is not upset.Seeing that Yubai's fingers were weakly grabbing the thin grass below him, he gave a low laugh, stretched out his hand and broke into the gap between Shen Zhihan's fingers, wrapping those soft and slender hands into his palm.

Shen Zhihan's skin began to have a very faint layer of redness gradually. He raised his head and said nothing, but his body was tense and trembling unconsciously. Jun Wuxin tilted his head slightly, and he could see the unbearable pain in the corner of his eyes. spring tide.

The broken hair wet with sweat was sticking to the side of his face, but it could no longer block the charm from the corners of his eyes and brows. The Qingjun fairy fell into the world of mortals, and was immediately swallowed up by the ten-foot soft red package, sinking and floating in it.

Jun Wuxin felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

The right hand holding Shen Zhihan's wrist gradually moved up along the curve of his upper arm, shoulder and neck, and finally got stuck on his somewhat thin jaw, forcing him to lean back a little: "Hanhan..."

His voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to contain a bewitching forbidden spell: "Call me by name, Hanhan."

The former's voice was really gentle, but Shen Zhihan felt like he was going crazy.

He can basically be sure now that the gentler he is, the more ruthless he is in some aspects, it is definitely the character inherited from Master from the main body!

If such a gentle voice didn't cooperate with the rhythm that suddenly accelerated and aggravated, Shen Zhihan felt that he would be very moved and then blurted out Mu Yichen's name.

But now, he already felt as if he had turned into a feather fluttering in the wind, and he couldn't even remember who he was, let alone call out the name of the person behind him?

His lips parted slightly, but his eyes were absent-minded, and his rapid panting made him look like a thirsty fish, as if he was about to die from lack of water.

Regarding his reaction, Jun Wuxin, who still thought he was Mu Yichen, did not react as violently as when he first woke up and found out that he was called wrong.

He just buried himself deeply in Shen Zhihan's body, repeating the same words over and over again, like a request or an order.

"Hanhan, I'm Mu Yichen, you must remember me, you must remember me..."

These words are full of affection and nostalgia, reverberating in Shen Zhihan's mind, together with the wave created by the owner of the voice, pushing him to the commanding heights time and time again, until the world loses color and his consciousness goes into a coma.

A night of wind and dew, a night of spring night.

When Shen Zhihan woke up, he was directly dazzled by the scorching sun.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, but he saw the red marks on the back of his hand and forearm clearly the moment he blocked the sun.

Shen Zhihan: "?!"

He sat up in a jerk, and the absurdity and indulgence of last night began to replay in his mind like a lantern.

He immediately fell silent.

After a long time, I finally choked out a word: "...Damn."

——Shen Zhihan, Shen Zhihan, what did you do last night? !

Master is such a clean and noble person, how could he be blasphemed by him? ? ?

He looked down at his well-dressed snow-white tunic, then at the moon-white gown that was covered by someone, and finally raised his hand and pulled up the wide sleeves on both sides.

Shen Zhihan: "..."

He really didn't mean to complain, but the traces of this body...why does Master like to bite people so much? ? ?

The barrier was removed at some point, and Shen Zhihan sat on the grass slope in a daze, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps trampling on the thin leaves not far away.

Shen Zhihan woke up in an instant, and when he looked up, he saw a corner of the robe that was three points cleaner than snow.

Jun Wuxin's long hair was still loose, against which she was dressed in snow, only her eyes were as black as ink, but the divine light in them was as clear as the moon, and her whole body did not touch the air of human fireworks.

Shen Zhihan stared at him blankly, and the beautiful and smooth muscle lines of the other party when his clothes were half undressed turned around again for no reason in his mind.

Jun Wuxin held the leaves filled with clear water in his hands, and watched the former's face turn red like a gradually cooked shrimp from a distance, felt amused in his heart, opened his mouth and called out: "Hanhan?"

"what?!"

Shen Zhihan, who was still desperately trying to get those pictures out of his mind, was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but the moment he stood up, his whole body went limp, and he fell down on the grass again with a "plop", making a muffled sound.

He frowned Juanxiu in some pain: "Well..."

Seeing this, Jun Wuxin immediately quickened her pace, holding the leaf in one hand, but with the other hand, she hurriedly helped Shen Zhihan who was breathing in air-conditioning, and said apologetically, "Sorry, last night..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhihan shook his head slightly: "It's okay, you've been hit... Er, Xiangyao, you have to do those things, don't take it to heart...!"

While rubbing his sore waist, he tried his best to make his voice appear more casual, but he never noticed Jun Wuxin's darker and darker cheeks at all, so before he finished speaking, his eyes were spinning again.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was pressed down by the master again, and his lips were tightly sealed by the other party.

Jun Wuxin's kiss is like his sword, dense but not sharp, but it makes people unable to breathe or dodge, almost overwhelming.

Shen Zhihan opened his eyes wide, but his jaw was easily pried open by the other party, and his breath was filled with the unique cold plum fragrance on the other party's body.

The tongues of the two entangled, Shen Zhihan wanted to hide, but the other party seemed to know how he would react, and sealed off his retreat one by one, and finally had no choice but to continue entangled with himself.

Transparent saliva escaped from the corners of Shen Zhihan's mouth because he didn't have time to close his lips. He swallowed subconsciously, but the response he got was an even more violent deep kiss.

Jun Wuxin didn't know which piece of Ni Lin he touched, and the punitive kiss lasted for half an hour before Shen Zhihan was finally let go, clutching his chest and shrinking back.

"Cold cold."

Jun Wuxin grabbed his hand, but there was an almost indiscernible tremor in her voice.

Shen Zhihan originally wanted to throw him away, but after hearing this low call, he couldn't stop being ruthless anyway.

He moved his lips, wanting to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two of them, but Jun Wuxin opened his mouth first, and said in a low voice: "Even if you did something like that to you because of the drug effect... I never thought of treating everything as an accident. You did so much for me back then, and changed me so much. I only think that in this life, if God favors me, I will meet you again. I won't let go..."

Shen Zhihan was startled: "What did you say? What have I done for you, and what have I changed for you?"

The other party shook his head lightly, then grabbed Shen Zhihan's hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and continued: "After what happened last night, maybe I borrowed the spiritual power in your body, and I'll let you know what happened in the past. I also remembered something... so it turned out that the master you called last night was really me, but now I only have a hazy impression, and I can't fully remember what happened to you when I was Jun Wuxin..."

He said a lot in one breath, with a smile on his face all the time, with intimacy and gentleness, and his eyes were soft, but Shen Zhihan's right hand was held by him, but he finally found out when he was able to observe carefully after a night of lingering. The difference between the person in front of me and the master.

In Shen Zhihan's impression, Master is very "far away".It is as far away as the clouds in the sky, the moon in the clouds, you can see him, feel his breath and brilliance, but you can never touch him.

But Mu Yichen is different, he has the purity of a master, but also the softness and elegance of Fang Qiyu.No matter what happened, even if you were kissing someone deeply one second, you can still speak in an orderly manner the next second, and your words are correct.

Such a person is similar to Jun Wuxin, but different from Jun Wuxin.

Shen Zhihan stared blankly at the other's lips that kept opening and closing, but his mind was already wandering.

Jun Wuxin looked at him staring at her with some amusement, and finally stopped explaining about herself, then raised her hand and tapped his eyebrows lightly: "Anyway, the most urgent thing is, I have to go to retrieve my memory first, and find out what happened to me during these years. What happened, is Han Han willing to go with him?"

The moment the brows touched the opponent's fingertips, a cool spiritual current poured into the altar very gently.Shen Zhihan was shocked, and immediately came back to his senses, subconsciously said: "Where can I find it?"

Jun Wuxin heard the words, but the corners of his lips rose, and a very warm smile appeared between his brows and eyes.

He pointed to the north, and then said softly: "A sea, a mirage."

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Tired of a crooked chapter =. =

This chapter drops 50 red envelopes qwq

Stupid author, Mercury retrograde during this time...

I lost my draft outline, my computer broke down, and I got sick and had a fever...

life without love orz

I decided to ask my witch friend to do a fortune telling me ==

The list of thanks will be posted when I have a computer... I can't see it on my phone qwq

It will probably be finished before November (well...)

Revel =. =