[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

"Ah?" Song Qi was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while, and murmured, "No...no more."

"Don't let others touch you next time." He Ling's face was sullen, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

"Oh..." Song Qi nodded obediently, although Monk Zhang Er was a little puzzled.

He wants to be an obedient apprentice who listens to his master.

Then fill up the favorability!

"Go back." He Ling took his hand and walked back.

"Master," Song Qi jumped up and down, and asked He Ling with her small face up, "Brother, will they be in danger?"

He Ling pursed her lips, looked down at him, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and asked Song Qi, "Are you worried about them?"

Song Qi nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, that's my senior brother."

He Ling didn't make a sound, and after a long time, she said softly: "What if it's me?"

"That would be very worrying." Song Qi thought for a while and said, "Here, you are like family to me."

"Really." The expression in He Ling's eyes was unclear, seemed to be angry, but also seemed to be helpless.

It turns out that he is not the most special one, even if Song Qi is locked by his side, he is still the same as Wen Lian and Ruan Yu, he is just a part of Song Qi's life, very important, but not indispensable.

He Ling's face was as steady as an old dog's, but jealousy was overflowing in his heart. He thought almost angrily, he might as well give this stupid little fox a little more time, if he still can't understand his own intentions, then he can't help it. To severely punish him.

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That night.The moonlight is slightly cool.

The cool and melodious sound of Guqin flows slowly in the other courtyard. The man in the courtyard sits alone, dressed in misty white clothes, looking from a distance like a banished fairy descending from the sky, with an elegant air far away from the world of mortals.

Song Qi approached on tiptoe, with the moisture and the fragrance of flowers on his body, he quietly leaned behind Heling's back, gently covered the always indifferent eyes with his soft little hands, cleared his throat, and Jiao Didi's voice said: "Young master, why are you so depressed, and you play the piano alone in the courtyard for entertainment? My little girl is willing to accompany you, and solve your problems for him."

He just learned the voice-changing technique from Ruan Yu these few days, but Ruan Yu is a bastard, knowing that his younger brother is simple-minded, and he doesn't teach him anything good, so he actually taught him the sweet voices and laughter of those prostitutes in brothels. Qi Xue also has a good appearance, and the cadence is full of seductive temptation.

The hands are soft, the words are light, the breath is hot... It's as if a cloud has landed on He Ling's heart, making people want to hold it and collect it.

The originally smooth and seamless playing suddenly stopped, and there was a piercing clang.

He Ling retracted her big hands in front of her, and the guqin on her lap disappeared out of thin air, and then the world spun around for a while. Before Song Qi could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her arms.

"Then dare to ask this girl, can I have a drink with you?" Qingqing's cold voice can be so deep and charming under the infiltration of the night.

He Ling's light-colored eyes looked at him quietly, his face was full of moonlight, gentle and intoxicating, Song Qi couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he nodded in a strange way.

"Then...then listen to the young master."

He Ling seemed to twitch the corner of her mouth, and in the next second, an extra jug of fine wine appeared in her palm out of thin air.

"The humble house is simple, without wine utensils or teacups. I can only trouble the girl to be wronged and drink this pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine with my humble servant."

Song Qi hadn't understood what he meant by "drinking together", she fell down with a deep, mellow and sweet kiss. It was still the familiar thin lips, but with a little more warmth than usual .

"Hmm...Master..." He Ling didn't give him a chance to speak at all, she pried open her white teeth with the tip of her tongue, and further attacked the city.

The body in the palm is so soft, the lips are so sweet in the taste, it turns out that the love in the world is like this, if you don't touch it, it's enough, once you touch it, it will spark a prairie fire, and you can't stop it.

Perhaps because of the drunkenness, He Lingjun, who has always been disciplined, could no longer control the burning desire deep in his heart, followed his instinct, and put his slightly hot hands into the thin clothes of the person below him.

"Master...Master..." Song Qi finally got a chance to catch her breath, and quickly pressed He Ling's troubled hand, "You are drunk..."

"I'm not drunk." He Ling rubbed his slender waist fiercely, bit Song Qi's side neck, and repeated, "I'm not drunk."

"Hiss~" Song Qi covered her neck, and let out a low cry like a small animal, looking fragile and pitiful in her at a loss.

He Ling's deep eyes were completely reddened with passion, staring at Song Qi like a jackal, tiger or leopard enjoying a meal.

"You're drunk," Song Qi pushed his iron-hard chest, his face blushed with shame, but somehow there was a hint of peach-like temptation, "I'll help you in."

Almost the weight of He Ling's whole body was on Song Qi's body, but this man's hands were still restless, and Song Qi was out of breath after all the operations.

It's simply too much, knowing that he is a drinker, but he still wants to drink bravely, and when he finishes drinking, he shakes his hands to get drunk and let others clean up the mess for him.

It's too much!

The more Song Qi thought about it, the angrier she became, she couldn't help poking He Ling's face angrily.

He Ling frowned, opened her long and narrow eyes, and called him softly: "Song Qi..."

"Why..." Song Qi slapped his hand away angrily, and was about to turn around to pour him a cup of sober tea, but someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Don't go..." He Ling turned her head to look at him, her beautiful glass-colored eyes carried a hint of pleading, "Don't go, stay with me... okay?"

Song Qi sighed, and turned back. The drunk He Ling looked like a child, and her tone of speech was so soft that it was hard to refuse.

"Master," Song Qi touched his forehead, pouted and said angrily, "Promise me, you won't drink alcohol anymore!"

If you want to pull someone to play tricks, play tricks on others, then He Lingjun's elegant reputation will be completely unnecessary.

"Hmm..." He Ling was really not very drunk, he was just a little dizzy, and just now he was overwhelmed by emotions and his desire swelled, which made him unable to recover for a while.

This novel and unfamiliar feeling was like a wave covering him, and when he thought that he had almost forced Song Qi, he was a little at a loss. On the other hand, rationality pulled him, making him rein in the precipice and turn around.

For the first time, the omnipotent Mr. He Ling felt in a dilemma, unable to make a choice.

"Helingling, be good~ go to sleep~" Song Qi insisted on thinking that he was drunk, and patted his shoulder lightly like coaxing a child, muttering in a low voice, "woke up It's best not to remember anything."

He Ling was a little annoyed that he treated herself like a child, and it was not easy to have an attack at the moment, so she held her breath forcefully, and fell asleep unknowingly after holding it for a short time.

Song Qi stared at his handsome face for a while, then stretched out her index finger to hook the long and straight eyelashes, and finally dragged out the packed package under the bed under 007's urging voice.

[Can you really not tell Master? ] Song Qi asked 007.

[Of course not, this is required by the plot. ] 007 said solemnly, 【I was worried that you wouldn't be able to run away secretly, but now Heling is drunk, God help me, run, if you don't run, you will probably be caught back and have your legs broken! 】

Song Qi was so frightened that she hurriedly carried the package and went out the door.

There was a vast night outside the door, and his slender figure quickly merged with the darkness and disappeared.

-

Song Qi traveled for three days and three nights according to the system's prompts before finally arriving at the small town at the foot of Guiyunmen Mountain. Recently, due to the reopening of the secret realm of Guiyunmen, the hotel rooms are full of people, and there is no room at all. When he settled down, Song Qi asked about the last store, hope was in vain, and was walking out with a face full of disappointment, thinking about turning back into a little fox and sleeping on the street, but suddenly a folding fan blocked the way.

"Young master, are you looking for a place to live?" The visitor, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, is extremely handsome, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes staring at him with a smile. He is dressed in a dark purple robe that is low-key but luxurious, with a black dragon and phoenix pattern belt wrapped around his waist. , Zhuying jewelry, the end is personable.

"En." Song Qi nodded, the disappointed expression on Cibai's face was obvious, "But there are no more rooms left."

"Ah...that's it..." The man shook his fan and smiled coquettishly, "I don't think it's better than this. The wing room I booked happened to have an extra beauty couch. The young master's stature must be able to sleep, if you don't dislike it..."

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!" Song Qi was extremely happy, his bright eyes were filled with gratitude, and he stretched out his white and tender slender hand and made a bow: "Thank you for your generous help, young master."

"You're welcome," Yun Sheng looked at the delicate and lovely thing in front of him, with a smile on his lips, "Come with me."

"Excuse me, sir, what is your surname?" Song Qi saw that this person was very popular, so he must have come to participate in the secret realm of the Weiyun Sect, and maybe he could make a partner at that time.

"My surname is Yun and my name is Sheng, and my name is Ziyi. It's good for the young master to call me Asheng."

"A...A Sheng?" Song Qi frowned, wondering whether this address might be too intimate.

"Well," Yun Sheng replied flatteredly, and asked him again, "What's the name of the young master?"

"I...my name is Song Qi..." Song Qi thought for a while, then imitated, "You can call me Ah Qi."

"Hahahahaha," Yun Sheng laughed happily, thinking that this little guy he picked up is really interesting, and people can't help but want to tease him, "Ah Qi sounds too strange, I will call you from now on Qi Qi.