After wearing the book, I had sex with the passer-by brother

"Actually, if you want," Jing He coughed lightly, wiped the water off his face and stood up from the Ganlin Pond.

The water line just did not reach his abdomen, revealing a smooth waist curve and a few tight abdominal muscles. A few drops of water slid down the curve and merged with the pool water, making one involuntarily want to follow the water drops to explore the water surface scenery.

The surface of the pool was rippling, Jing He stepped up to Su Yunqing and squatted down, grabbed one of his paws and put it on his cheek.

"Yunqing, I belong to you completely. If you want, you can do whatever you want to me."

Maybe it was because the water temperature in Ganlin Pond was too high. After Jing He said this, he looked serious on the surface, but his ears to the base of his neck were all red.

Su Yunqing is not much better, if he is not a fox now, his cheeks must be blush.

He wondered what was going on with him, obviously the two of them had already done more in-depth things, why was their heart beating faster because of Jing He's words.

Also, since when did Jing He start talking like this?

"Hmm... Maybe I carefully studied what happened in the previous dream worlds, Yunqing, you seem to like me very much?" Jing He replied.

It turned out to be this...Su Yunqing paused for a moment, then quickly realized: "How do you know what I'm thinking!"

"Hey, well, it's because of the spiritual pet contract..." Jing He said without looking away.

After signing the spiritual pet contract, the owner can know what is thinking in the heart of his spiritual pet through the contract.

Jing He planned to tell the truth at first, but seeing that Su Yunqing agreed to sign the contract too readily, he kept his eyes open and silently swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"No, no, you can't eavesdrop!!" Su Yunqing frowned, it would be terrible if this went on, then wouldn't he have nothing in front of Jinghe.

The little fox started to thump back and forth on his face with four claws and a big tail. Jing He was worried that he would accidentally fall into the water and choke, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I just don't listen, just be careful." .”

The tone was helpless and pampering, and he gently stroked Linghu's back with his hand to smooth his hair, which did not stop Su Yunqing from moving on his face.

After making a fuss for a while, Su Yunqing gradually calmed down from her embarrassment, the fox leaned her head on Jing He's shoulder, and said from the bottom of her heart: "I have nothing to hide from you, except that there is only one thing I haven't said. ...."

Su Yunqing began to talk about his book travel and the content of the book "The Immortal Journey".

At first Jinghe could barely accept it, but when he heard that the world he existed in was actually just the contents of this book, and that Su Yunqing was supposed to be one of Gu Qiu's later attacks, his brows were furrowed.

"Then will you still be affected to like Gu Qiu?" Jing He asked nervously.

"Probably not." Su Yunqing replied, he had noticed before, as long as he started to enter the dreamland, the plot line began to deviate step by step, but he didn't know what the final result would be.

"It's fine." Jing He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "I don't care about anything else, as long as I don't touch you."

The understatement of a sentence is full of domineering, and the deep affection hidden behind it makes Su Yunqing unable to help being moved. He always thought that the first to be tempted is often the most affectionate, but he did not expect the same to be the case with the passive Jing He.

"Hmph, that sounds nice."

Su Yunqing turned his head and switched the other shoulder, and wagged the tip of his tail, showing that he was in a good mood at the moment.

Jing He stared at the big tail, rubbed his fingers itchy, and said with a deep smile, "As you said, Jing He is just a character in a book."

"After you came here, my world is no longer the same, and it has colors since then."

"Jing He was born for Yun Qing."

What Jing He called was Yunqing instead of Su Yunqing, implying that he lived for Su Yunqing who passed through the book, not his younger brother 'Su Yunqing' who was also a character in the book like him.

Su Yunqing, who understood it, let out a groan, and said repeatedly in her heart: It's really terrible for a serious person to talk about love!

The two paws grabbed Jing He's neck vigorously and did not move. Even the tail was obediently placed in the palm of Jing He's hand, allowing him to rub it.

How can we let go of the welfare that came to our door, Jing He smiled contentedly and played with his tail, and from time to time he pressed a kiss on Su Yunqing's forehead.

Until a knock on the door interrupted the atmosphere of passion.

"Report to Elder Jing, Jiuzhuan Daoist, please see me!"

This is really nowhere to find, the person who was looking for was delivered to the door first.

Jing He responded, "Take him to the living room, the deity will come right away."

Then he led Su Yunqing out of the Ganlin Pond in a hurry, and used some tricks to clean up the moisture on the body of the man and the beast, put on his robes and went to the living room.

Nine-turn real Zong Huarong is a Dharma cultivator, obsessed with the way of refining weapons, and has extraordinary skills in refining weapons.

If a cultivator in the sect wants to create a natal spiritual weapon for himself, he will also choose to let the Jiuzhuan Daoist refine it for him, so he is also a little famous in the Taoist sect.

When Jinghe rushed to the living room, Zong Huarong was sitting and sipping tea carefully, his dark black hair was tied behind his head, and a few strands fell to his ears, which softened his knife-like side face a bit.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zong Huarong raised his head and looked over, his indifferent brows and eyes relaxed.

"Brother Jing, long time no see." Zong Huarong put down his teacup and stood up to salute.

"Brother Huarong, don't be too polite, sit down and talk."

Jing He imitated the tone of the elders in the clan, and pulled Zong Huarong to sit down, while Su Yunqing squatted on his left shoulder and looked at him curiously.

Seeing that he seems to be an easy-going person, Su Yunqing thought to himself how to raise a spirit like the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Furnace.

When he was observing Zong Huarong, Zong Huarong also found him, and was surprised by the natal contract of Little Fox's eyebrows, so he said in surprise.

"Brother Jing, why did you think of taking this little guy as your natal pet? It looks like it's just a young spirit fox, and it's too wasteful."

Cultivators who have reached their level seldom accept juvenile spirit beasts and pets, and most of them choose adult spirit beasts, which will make them even more powerful in battle.

A young spirit fox like Su Yunqing would only be taken away to die, and it would take time and resources to cultivate it, so Zong Huarong's surprise was inevitable.

Su Yunqing grinned at him when she heard the words, what happened to the young Linghu, even if he couldn't fight, his escape speed was top-notch!

Jing He patted Su Yunqing's little head reassuringly, and said to Zong Huarong: "It's okay, this little guy is very kind to me, besides, I'm pretty rich, so it's not difficult to raise it."

"You're right..."

Zong Huarong shook his head and laughed. No one knows that the poorest people in the cultivation world are the craftsmen. Jing He's words are obviously jealous of him.

"Forget it, my lord has a lot of things that I don't care about like you," Zong Huarong said, took out a white porcelain bottle from the storage bag, and handed it to Jing He.

"This is the Transformation Pill that I obtained in a secret place before. It can help the spiritual pet to transform into a human form as soon as possible. Let it be my meeting gift for this little guy."

The white porcelain bottle was only the size of a palm, and the fragrance overflowing from the mouth of the bottle made Su Yunqing want to move, sweeping his tail at the scene and the back of his hand, urging him to accept it.

Jing He took it obediently and said, "Thank you Brother Hua Rong for that."

"It's a small matter, it's just a small matter." Zong Huarong waved his hands, propped his elbows on the table, and said with a bit of mystery on his face: "Actually, I came to see Brother Jing today to tell you that I have recently refined a piece that is comparable to The ultimate spiritual weapon of a fairy weapon."

Jing He's heart moved slightly, "You mean..."

Zong Huarong took out a small three-legged purple-gold incense burner from the storage bag, but it was as big as a palm, but it was more fairy-like than the nine-turn Yin-Yang burner in Su Yunqing's impression.

"Is this the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Furnace?" Jing He asked.

"How do you know it's called the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Furnace?" Zong Huarong was surprised again, as if he hadn't told anyone the name of this spiritual weapon yet.

Jing He smiled slightly, "The secret must not be revealed."

Zong Huarong was speechless, too lazy to care about Jing He, he put the small incense burner gently on the table, and looked at it lovingly as if treating his own child.

"It took me several years of painstaking efforts to refine it. It is the most perfect of all the spiritual weapons I have refined. Not only does it form four small worlds in its body, it allows monks who enter the small world Improve your cultivation invisibly."

"It's also innately intelligent, and it's the spirit of the birth tool. I think it will come out to meet you in a while."

It is extremely difficult for spiritual weapons to cultivate spiritual wisdom. The best spiritual weapons that are born with self-intellectual intelligence can indeed be compared to fairy weapons, and the spiritual weapons born under such circumstances are closer to humans.

Jing He heard the words carefully for a while, and asked, "What about you when he comes out?"

"Of course I raised him as my child." Zong Huarong replied without hesitation, "After all, my cultivation base has greatly improved because of him, and he is the only spiritual weapon that gives birth to my wisdom. I will Teach him well."

What Zong Huarong said is correct. A congenitally born weapon spirit is like a newborn baby, ignorant and ignorant, and needs to be taught by the master of the weapon spirit to walk on the right path.

Jing He and Su Yunqing stared wide-eyed, guessing that Zong Huarong had raised the spirit of Qi in a wrong way during the teaching process?

"Then after he takes shape, I will come to congratulate brother Hua Rong with a gift." Jing He said with a smile.

"Okay! Then I will wait at the mansion for Elder Jing to come. If the gift you give is not as good as the Transformation Pill I gave you, I will not accept it."

Zong Huarong also laughed. He looked at the sky outside the window and felt that it was almost done, so he got up and was about to leave.

"I'm going to talk to a few other old friends, and maybe I can get a few more windfalls, so I won't bother Brother Jing and his spiritual pet to cultivate the relationship." Zong Huarong joked.

During the time he was talking with Jing He, Jing He flirted with that little guy no less than ten times, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jing He loved Linghu.

Jing He stood up, "Since this is the case, I won't stay any longer, Brother Huarong, let's meet again some other day."

"Okay, let's meet again some other day!"

After finishing speaking, Zong Huarong took the nine-turn yin and yang stove on the table, calmly left the living room, and went to the next friend's house to show off.

Jing He kept watching Zong Huarong's back until it disappeared, and then took Su Yunqing back to his room.

As soon as she stepped into the door, Su Yunqing couldn't wait to grab the white porcelain bottle containing the Transformation Pill from Jing He's arms.

He had an instinctive desire for the Transformation Pill. When he was in the living room just now, he relied on his willpower to endure it desperately. Now that there are no outsiders around, he finally doesn't have to bear it anymore.