Addicted to fast wear

Chu Qiumo reflexively looked towards the cave entrance.

Rong Yan was standing outside the door, dressed in ink, with a tall and slender figure, and the expression on his face was unclear.

She was still so cold and lofty, but somehow, Chu Qiumo felt that Rong Yan was a little tired.

Chu Qiumo opened his mouth, "Master..."

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Yue Zhihan turned his head stiffly, and when he saw Jinyun Immortal outside the door, he immediately rolled off Chu Qiumo, "See Jinyun Immortal."

He felt uneasy, wondering how much the fairy had seen... Although there are men and women who form Taoist couples in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not as good as the harmony of Yin and Yang between men and women. Yue Zhihan asked himself if he was a fairy, he saw someone trying to seduce him His little apprentice will definitely fly into a rage.

Rong Yan just gave Yue Zhihan a faint look, "You go down first."

Yue Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, Xianjun."

After Yue Zhihan left, Chu Qiumo became a little restless, the five-star blackening value just now really shocked him, and made him not know what to say to Rong Yan for a moment.

He asked Xiao Jiu, "Isn't the blackening value only three stars? Why did it get full all of a sudden?"

Xiao Jiu said, "Host, when you passed out, your blackening value was already four and a half stars."

Chu Qiumo was about to ask again, when a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

Immortal Moyi walked up to him, bent down and put his arm on his wrist. After a while, he said, "I'm recovering well these days."

The man's black hair fell on his bare wrist, and it was a little itchy. Chu Qiumo raised his head and smiled, with a clear voice, "Master, you are back."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Chu Qiumo always felt that Rong Yan's face was much paler.

Rong Yan stretched out his hand to stroke the black hair of the little apprentice, with some inexplicable meaning, "Why, do you miss being a teacher?"

There was a slight smell of blood in the air, and Chu Qiumo frowned. He pulled the man's sleeve from above his head, put it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed again. There was a trace of uncertainty in his tone, "Master...are you injured?"

Rong Yan didn't care about such an obviously transgressive behavior, he pulled out his sleeves, turned around and said, "I've found your medicine for you, I'm going to cook it for you as a teacher."

"Master!"

Rong Yan paused, then walked away again.

Chu Qiumo was stunned, and then his heart became a little complicated. Rong Yan was injured in order to find medicine for him. This fact was something he could never have imagined before.

Not to mention that when he came back, he saw himself and Yue Zhihan playing together, the more Chu Qiumo thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Suffering from weakness in his hands and feet, he couldn't go down to the ground to explain to Rong Yan, so he could only lie on the soft couch in a daze.

After a while, Rong Yan came with medicine.

Chu Qiumo immediately sat up from the soft couch, and said pleasantly, "Master, you are here."

Rong Yan gave a casual grace, walked to the soft couch, and handed the medicine to Chu Qiumo.

The pure black concoction was slightly rippling in the white porcelain bowl, exuding a strong bitter taste. Usually at this time, Rong Yan would definitely bring a small dish of candied fruit, but today, there was nothing.

Chu Qiumo looked up at the man's extremely indifferent face, hesitated to speak, "Master...I was wrong..."

Immortal Mo Yi didn't speak, but a dark color flashed in his eyes.

Chu Qiumo continued, "I was wrong... I shouldn't have let Yue Zhihan come to the cave..."

It would be fine if it was his own cave, but this is Rong Yan's cave, especially since Rong Yan told the boy not to let Yue Zhihan in, the more Chu Qiumo thought about it, the more he blamed himself.

Rong Yan sat sideways on the edge of the soft couch, his tone softened a bit, "I don't blame you, Master, let's drink the medicine first."

The boy didn't dare to show his temper at this time, he opened his mouth slightly and drank the medicine obediently, the extremely bitter and astringent taste made him frown, but he still drank it all in one go.

"Wow, it's so bitter."

The young man's small face was wrinkled, but he was still secretly watching the master's face from the corner of his eye.

Rong Yan smiled, like a reward, "Lingyun has grown up."

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At night, the moonlight outside the cave filled the ground, the shadows of the trees were lush, and there was no sound.

The boy on the bed was sleeping soundly. He was lying on his side, his sleeping appearance was very dishonest, his arms were exposed, and one calf was still draped over the quilt. Although it was early spring, it was very easy to catch wind and cold like this.

Suddenly a person appeared beside the bed.

He was tall and imposing, but he could hardly feel his aura, so the boy on the bed didn't notice it.

A dark fragrance gradually floated in the air, and the boy fell into a deeper sleep.

The moonlight shone on that person's side face, revealing a handsome and pure face, Rong Yan's eyes were dark, and the morbid obsession and obsession were deeply hidden.

He stretched out his hand to hold the young man's slender neck, and stroked it slowly. The words from his thin lips were distorted and crazy, "Lingyun, should I call you Yunxi or Yaze?"

The boy slept soundly, completely unaware that someone beside the bed was going crazy.

Rong Yan smiled softly, bent over to go to bed, and imprisoned the young man under him. He remembered the scene he saw during the day, his eyes became darker and darker, and he bit the tip of the young man's nose, "This time, I won't Won't let go."

A night without dreams.

Chu Qiumo slept very well this time. Since he was injured, this was the first time he was able to sleep until dawn without having nightmares. The young man stretched contentedly, rubbing his cheeks against the soft pillow. Suddenly, the young man's body trembled. stiff.

There is some soreness on his body, as if he was bitten by something, but this is not the most important thing, the important thing is... his pants are wet!

Although he knew that this was a normal phenomenon, people who cultivate immortals are pure-hearted and ascetic. This is the first wet dream of this body, but generally speaking, it’s not only a dream that happens... Chu Qiumo scratched his head in embarrassment, I just want to die.

The trousers were wet and wrinkled, and his legs were still sore. If it wasn't for the slightest trace on his body, Chu Qiumo would have wondered if he had been raped by someone else.

But now he can't remember what kind of dream he had last night, alas.

"Ah, why are my hands still bad!!!"

The young man who was about to destroy the corpse, but because of the weakness of his hands, it was impossible for Chu Qiumo to change his clothes by himself. As long as Chu Qiumo thought of Rong Yan seeing it, he would feel unloved for a while.

Probably because of bad luck, just as Chu Qiumo thought that that person must not come over at this time, a figure as graceful as a fairy appeared outside the door.

Today's Rong Yan was wearing a light blue thin shirt, with a smile on his cold and incomparable face, just like the melting ice and snow on the top of a snow mountain, it made people almost hold their breath.

For such an immaculate immortal, it seemed that a little bit of embarrassment was a blasphemy against him.

Chu·Ban·Qiumo almost wanted to bury himself in the quilt.

He thought so, and he did.

Rong Yan looked at the ball on the bed amusedly, approached and tore off the quilt, but he didn't expect the young man to pull the quilt to such an extent that he couldn't pull it off for a while, "Lingyun, don't bore yourself to death."

A boy's muffled voice came from under the quilt, "You go out first."

Rong Yan's smile became bigger and bigger, but his voice was still serious, "Your hands are not healed yet, can you dress yourself?"

There was silence in the quilt for a while.

With a little force on his wrist, Rong Yan tore the thin quilt apart at once——

The young man's expression was hopeless, and he spread his limbs flat for him to look at. His hair was messy, but somehow cute, and his tightly closed eyelashes trembled, betraying his inner emotions.

Rong Yan's gaze gradually descended.

The young man seemed to feel that gaze, and couldn't help but pinch his legs, and a thin layer of red could not be suppressed on his face.

Rong Yan observed it for a while as if appreciating it, and when the young man's face was almost red and bleeding, he said with a smile, "Yesterday my teacher said that Lingyun has grown up, and today he really has grown up. "

His little apprentice is very arrogant, and if he is not careful, he will explode.

Sure enough, Chu Qiumo suddenly opened his eyes and gave him a fierce look, but he didn't speak.

Rong Yan bent down and said in a mocking tone, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm a teacher for one day and a father for life. I'm very happy to be a teacher."

He gently took off the boy's wet trousers, and put on clean and soft pants for him. The time in between was extremely long, and the occasional touch of sensitive skin made the boy feel embarrassed.

"Master, when will my hands and feet be healed?" He really couldn't bear to be looked at naked like this every day.

Rong Yan's hands were putting on his shoes, and he said in a low voice, "It's about one month away."

Chu Qiumo snorted, and then asked casually, "Does Master have any wishes?"

The blackening value has reached five stars, and now it's time to eliminate the blackening value.

The smile in Rong Yan's eyes was even bigger, but when he raised his head, it disappeared completely, leaving only a cold face, "Why are you asking this?"

Chu Qiumo was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's nothing, I just asked."

Rong Yan stood up and took the medicine from the table, "Open your mouth."

Chu Qiumo opened his mouth obediently, but his eyes were still rolling. He suddenly looked up, only to find that Rong Yan was staring at him, his eyes seemed to be full of affection.

The boy blinked, but when he looked again, there was nothing.

Rong Yan sighed, the scenes that had been appearing in his dreams for the past few days made him unable to help but think too much. Immortal cultivators believed in past and present lives, and he himself was no exception.

In every different dream, there seems to be such a young man with bright eyebrows and eyes, tugging at his heartstrings all the time.

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