The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

repress what-

Zhou Xuanlan didn't answer, but just hugged the person in his arms tighter.

The person Xiao had missed since he was a teenager suddenly belonged to him, and after the ecstasy, he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

It was as if he had prepared enough patience to set up a trap and lure Master into it step by step. He never thought that Master would take the initiative to step in, but then, Zhou Xuanlan faced the seemingly defenseless person, I don't know what to do for a while.

What I want to do...of course, is to hide my master from anyone.

Even if it is released, the master should be covered with his breath all the time, so that everyone can know that the master is his, and take back all the thoughts that should not exist.

Such thoughts kept clamoring in his mind, but in the end reason prevailed.

He was reluctant to treat Master like this.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head, resting his chin on Shen Liuxiang's shoulder, showing his usual obedient posture, and said slowly, "I'm afraid I will scare Master."

Shen Liuxiang: "Huh?"

Doesn't he seem very courageous, he will be scared away if he is hugged.

Shen Liuxiang thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that his apprentice is not the original Xuanzhu, but now he is just a simple little black dragon. Maybe in his heart, hugging and hugging is beyond the courtesy, and it is a red-faced thing, which is hard to say.

So I had to proceed secretly.

Thinking of this, Shen Liuxiang felt that there was a long way to go.

Forget it, he just needs to take the initiative, work harder now, and then he will have the confidence to compete on the bed in the future.

As soon as Shen Liuxiang had the thought of fighting, he couldn't control it, and curled up in Zhou Xuanlan's arms, becoming uncomfortable, "I'll show you a spell."

Zhou Xuanlan responded, and the figure in Xiashun's arms turned into a pile of dead leaves, and when the wind blew, it whirled into the air.

"..."

Shen Liuxiang came out with the help of the spell, and a figure appeared under the tree, and walked over again, changing his previous lazy and casual appearance, "I just learned it, is it good?"

Zhou Xuanlan shook off the leaves in the clothes room, raised his eyes to meet the slightly bright phoenix eyes, and said with a light smile: "The stars are changing? Master is naturally powerful."

Shen Liuxiang was surprised: "Why do you know?" Isn't this a secret technique that the imperial palace never spreads.

Zhou Xuanlan picked up the spell scroll that recorded thunder punishment on the side, "How the emperor knows it is unknown, but the disciple's secret technique comes with him."

Shen Liuxiang was puzzled, what does "bring your own" mean.

He had asked Zhou Xuanlan before why he knew some ancient secret arts. At that time, Zhou Xuanlan seemed to be unable to explain, and refused to say, only saying that if he wanted to learn, he could teach it.

"Could it be that you were born with the knowledge of these spells?"

Seeing his expectant look, Zhou Xuanlan was silent for a moment, and said, "I will show Master, but Master is not allowed to laugh."

Hearing this, Shen Liuxiang nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yeah."

He was even more curious, and stared at it without blinking. After a while, a mysterious light flashed in front of Zhou Xuanlan, and something appeared on the ground.

"puff--"

The moment he saw things clearly, Shen Liuxiang couldn't help laughing out loud, quickly covered his mouth, blinked innocently at Zhou Xuanlan, who had a slightly stiff expression, and said, "Hahaha!"

Zhou Xuanlan: "..."

No wonder Shen Liu laughed loudly, he really couldn't hold it back, who would have thought that Zhou Xuanlan would hesitate for a while and take out half a dark eggshell.

Although in the darkness of night, strands of golden light flowed on the black eggshell, which looked mysterious and noble, it still couldn't change the fact that it was an eggshell.

Thinking of the scene where Zhou Xuanlan broke out of the dragon's egg when Zhou Xuanlan was still ignorant of the little black dragon, Shen Liuxiang tried hard to clenched his lips, tried his best not to laugh, and held back some tears from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Xuanlan resisted the idea of ​​taking the eggshell back, and explained dryly: "When the disciple returned to the demon world, he vaguely awakened some memories and found the eggshell, but there is still half of it missing."

Shen Liu made two difficult "hmm--" sounds.

The corners of his mouth were raised for too long, and he was a little sour. He rubbed the corners of his lips, coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "Before you said that you have your own secret technique, is it your shell... no, your... cub room? There are secret techniques recorded."

Zhou Xuanlan's finger landed on the black shell, and the golden light suddenly appeared, and the complicated imprints emerged on it, "I have interpreted it a little bit, and it is true."

Shen Liuxiang exclaimed in wonder, raised his right hand, and placed his slender fingers on the black shell. Under the moonlight, his five fingers became whiter and jade-like.

The shell of the dragon egg is hard, and it feels cold to the touch, which is very comfortable.

Shen Liuhang slid across with his fingertips, bent his index finger and tapped lightly. For some reason, a familiar feeling suddenly crossed his mind, as if he had done this action before.

He froze for a moment, remembering that when he was trapped in the nightmare, a whole big black egg appeared in his memory. He was just suspicious at first, but now the evidence was overwhelming. It was a dragon egg, and Zhou Xuanlan was nesting in it.

The original body has been protecting it, saying that the master told him that this is his love...

Shen Liuxiang frowned, and suddenly put down his hand.

Zhou Xuanlan was keenly aware of his emotional changes: "What's wrong, Master?"

Shen Liuxiang pointed at the eggshell, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why did you come all the way from the demon world to the cultivation world, and chose Qing Lingzong among many immortal sects, and why did you choose me as your master?"

These are things that did not exist in the original book, but actually existed.

Shen Liuxiang gritted his teeth. Could it be that he saved Zhou Xuanlan who was still a cub in his own body, so he became some kind of white moonlight? This dragon cub only chased him thousands of miles away!

Zhou Xuanlan's back turned cold, and he became inexplicably vigilant, always feeling that the consequences of a wrong answer would be disastrous.

He thought about it carefully, as if he was avoiding lightning, and replied cautiously: "The disciple was young at the time, and I don't remember much. The eggshell was found based on a little memory fragment."

Shen Liuxiang touched his chin: "The truth?"

Zhou Xuanlan nodded immediately when he saw that his expression was slightly relaxed.Shen Liuxiang pondered for a moment, since he didn't remember, it shouldn't be because of the original body that he liked him.

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little sullen.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes were slightly focused, his eyes fell on the drooping black eyelashes, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he frowned immediately.

He didn't know what Shen Liuxiang was thinking, but his complexion suddenly changed, and he looked unhappy. After thinking for a while, Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head, and lightly touched his tightly pursed lips with his thin lips.

Facing the suddenly widening phoenix eyes, he smiled handsomely.

Shen Liuxiang hadn't reacted yet, and there was only a touch of warm breath left on the corner of his lips, but the soft and slightly itchy touch was still fresh in his memory, and he kept repeating it in his mind.

His ears were red: "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Zhou Xuanlan stared at him, with a smile on his lips: "Master is not happy, as a disciple, naturally he has to coax him."

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows: "I never heard that other people's apprentices want to coax Master like this."

"Because other people's apprentices are not called Zhou Xuanlan," Zhou Xuanlan approached, his deep voice rang in his ears, "other people's masters are not the only Shen Liuxiang."

Shen Liuxiang's ears were originally only red, but after listening to them, they turned red, and he hurriedly put a distance between the two of them.

Not good.

He seemed to be hooked, and the back of his neck began to feel hot.

Shen Liuxiang took out the Qingyun Pill from the storage bag, poured one, and swallowed it in one gulp. Facing Zhou Xuanlan's hesitant expression, he was about to speak when he felt the movement from Yuanying.

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, and said to Zhou Xuanlan, "Why don't you run away now?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "?"

***

In the spacious and bright room, the palm-sized Nascent Soul stood on the desk, holding the ink stick in two small hands, circling around the inkstone.

With a pursed mouth, his expression was very aggrieved.

Just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den, it's not for fun, it's clear that he is required to do hard work and be a little guy who grinds ink.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Yunyu withdrew his gaze from the scroll, and turned to look at the small figure of Mo Mo, seeing him slightly open his mouth, he let out a long breath of exhaustion.

Although he looked aggrieved, he kept grinding the ink very hard.

The corners of Di Yunyu's lips curled up slightly, and Shen Liuxiang's behavior at the age of three was much more clever than the one he is now.

Yuanying noticed the gaze, blinked, "Thirsty."

Di Yunyu: "Yuanying will not be thirsty."

Yuanying puffed up her cheeks: "Then I'm hungry."

Di Yunyu: "Yuanying will not be hungry."

Yuan Ying beat the eggplant like frost, and muttered dejectedly: "But I want to taste it."

Di Yunyu stared at him for a while, and wanted to say that Yuanying couldn't taste the taste, but the words disappeared from his mouth, and got up to bring the fruit plate, "What do you want?"

Yuanying leaned the ink stick on his body, freed up one hand, stretched out his short, white and tender index finger, and pointed at the golden orange.

Di Yunyu handed it over, and saw Yuanying open his mouth: "Ah~"

"..."

Di Yunyu was silent for a moment, his light-colored eyes fell on the shrunken version of Shen Liuxiang, and found that the other party looked at him in puzzlement, and continued: "Ah~~"

Di Yunyu: "... Stretch out your hand, hug and eat."

Yuan Ying looked at the oranges that were so close at hand, yet seemed so far away, her eyes blushed, and her soft and waxy voice burst into tears, "There is only one hand...that can't hold it."

Di Yunyu glanced across Yuanying's free right hand, and landed on the other side, with his left hand still holding an ink stick that was almost as tall as him.

"You put down the ink stick."

Yuan Ying shrugged the tip of his nose: "It hasn't been polished yet,"

He hugged the ink stick tightly, and muttered: "Didn't you say that if you don't sharpen the ink well, the emperor can't write?"

Di Yunyu was stunned for a while, then handed the orange to his mouth, "I remember you don't peel it."

Seeing this, Yuanying's previously aggrieved little face burst into a smile, buried his head and bit hard, leaving light tooth marks on the orange peel.

After a moment, he raised his head and frowned: "Sweet."

Di Yunyu said: "It's a lie again, you can't taste it."

Yuanying laughed: "You don't need to taste it, the oranges fed by the emperor must be sweet."

After the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence. For a moment, Di Yunyu laughed and said: "You have a sweet mouth."

Hearing this, Yuanying was stunned, and said in confusion: "Why does the emperor know, only my elder brother knows about this matter."

Di Yunyu suppressed his smile and asked, "Who is my elder brother? Zhou Xuanlan?"

Seeing Shen Liuxiang's Nascent Soul nodding, Di Yunyu asked, "Why is he the only one who knows?"

Little Yuanying blinked, as if demonstrating to Di Yunyu, raised her head and pouted.

"Because only he has tasted it."

The spiritual energy in the room froze, as if under some kind of extremely powerful oppression, it stagnated in the air.

After a long time, the surrounding spiritual energy continued to flow.

Di Yunyu put down the orange, glanced at the little figure who continued to rub the ink with "Hey Hey Hey Hey", and wiped his hands casually.

It seemed to be a little lighter just now.