Immortals come on the moon

Shen Yingxue recalled that Meng Qi was talking to the short soldier on the road, and with the cakes and tea brought earlier, she couldn't understand what was going on.

He thought in his heart that it was simply nonsense, and his rationality told him that he should let go of the boy and not touch him now.

However, the young man in his arms kept wanting to get close to him, with his hands lightly resting on his shoulders, the scorching breath on his neck, and the warm touch on his cheeks.

Those eyes were full of dependence and admiration for him, and he was the only one in his eyes, as if he wanted to give everything to him.

Such a young man... makes him not want to let go.

"Master..." Song Minhuan knew that being close to Shen Yingxue would make him feel much better, he clenched Shen Yingxue's Yuehua Taoist robe tightly, feeling something on his lips.At that moment, affection surged up, and when Shen Yingxue looked down at him, he saw his current appearance in Shen Yingxue's eyes.

His black hair was wet on his ears and neck, his face was rosy and gorgeous, his eyes seemed to be moist with water, and there was continuous affection, his red lips were slightly swollen, and he was still panting, and he could see the fine white teeth and A bit of pink.

This appearance... I'm afraid it will stain the eyes of the master.

Song Minhuan felt a little ashamed, there was a fire burning in his body, and his eyes fell on Shen Yingxue's lips.

The heat scorched every inch of his skin, burning away his rationality.There was no place on his body that wasn't hot, his sweetheart was right in front of him, and he was staring at Shen Yingxue's lips with all his attention.

The lip shape is like a sharp edge, and the color is very light. Usually, when it is slightly drawn up, it is very gentle, and when it is straightened, the cold arc appears, full of thin and indifferent breath.

Now it looks a little indifferent.

It shouldn't be like this... He wanted Shen Yingxue to be gentle with him.

Master...it should be his.

The red lips touched Shen Yingxue's thin lips, and he pressed them with a half-understood feeling. The touch was soft and warm, and the tip of his nose was full of Shen Yingxue's breath.

Song Minhuan's eyelashes trembled, his heart beat fast, and the scorching heat all over his body seemed to find a place to go out.He pressed his lips together, but Shen Yingxue didn't respond, even if he was unconscious, the base of his ears turned red.

Master...would you blame him?

But he did everything, if Master blamed him, he would admit it.

Song Minhuan thought so, and lightly licked Shen Yingxue's lips.

He didn't notice that the atmosphere around him had changed a little, the usual gentleness of the man opposite him faded away, and the deep and cold emotion in his eyes revealed, like a ferocious beast staring at its prey that had been spying on for a long time.

It seems that the gods enshrined in the Qiangu Temple were pulled down from the altar and fell into the world of mortals.Tens of thousands of years ago, the gods also did evil to the world, but now the goodness has faded, and the deepest evil thoughts in the heart are revealed.

He was still thinking about how Shen Yingxue would punish him in the future, when suddenly a slender hand grasped his wrist forcefully, the strength was slightly out of control, and it hurt his wrist.

"Master?"

He called out in a low voice, and Shen Yingxue looked down at him, her eyes were as deep as ink, filled with many emotions that he didn't quite understand.

The evening wind blew, and the mask on the wall seemed to be watching them. He looked up at Shen Yingxue, the breath on his lips hadn't dissipated.

A hand slowly covered his eyes, Shen Yingxue's low voice came from beside his ear, "Shanshan, don't look at me like that."

The voice was very soft, and it was still his usual gentle voice, but at this moment it seemed to be whispering from a demon.

"You look at me like that...I'm afraid I can't help but want to tease you."

Staggering slightly, the two figures merged together.

He only struggled for a moment, and soon indulged himself and chose to obey.

His lips and teeth were roughly pried open, Song Minhuan leaned back against the wall, he raised his head, his fair neck was stretched into a straight line, he was forced to bear it, and he clenched the corner of Shen Yingxue's clothes completely helplessly.

There was darkness in front of him, he lost his vision, and his other senses became more acute. He felt the touch between his lips and teeth, and his fingertips lost strength, and he was slightly unsteady.

When he was about to lose his hold, a hand supported him.The covered palm was hot, because the fingertips were covered with calluses from years of sword practice, and the rough fingertips seemed to be able to touch his skin through the clothes.

The fire burned more intensely, as if it was going to burn him to ashes.He was swallowed by the flames, sinking in the waves of fire and swept into the depths of the heat.

……

Song Minhuan's clothes were soaked by the cold spring, his whole body was icy cold, and the bone-piercing cold soaked into his body.He was soaked by the spring water and gritted his teeth, the touch on the corners of his lips seemed to be still there, but the man had already left, and now he was looking down at him beside the cold spring.

For a moment, he wished that Shen Yingxue would not be so calm and self-possessed, and would not leave him alone in the cold spring to survive.

This thought only flashed for a moment, he supported the edge of the cold spring with his hands, the ink was scattered on his side, touching the abnormality in his body, his whole body was already drenched in sweat.

The cold spring soaked him, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or spring water.

His mind is full of Shen Yingxue, how Shen Yingxue kissed him roughly, how she held him tightly, how she whispered in his ear and asked him how to choose.

"Do you want Master to help you... or do you want to enter the cold spring by yourself?"

He was immersed in Shen Yingxue's gentle voice, and almost wanted Shen Yingxue to help him, but at the last moment he regained his sanity and chose the second one.

Shen Yingxue...he fell in love with Shen Yingxue.

I don't know if this love is good or bad for Shen Yingxue, they didn't do anything... If this love will hurt Shen Yingxue, he can take it back at any time.

If they really did... it would kill Shen Yingxue.

Getting along with his apprentice...he will become a stain that tarnishes Shen Yingxue.

He couldn't bear Shen Yingxue being criticized because of him.

White mist came out from the cold spring in the pool, the young man's thin white fingertips clenched the stones at the edge, the butterfly bones on his back were faintly visible in his clothes, the blue hair was wet on the side of his neck, his red lips were bitten, and his eyes were full of tears. Depressed, but unusually firm.

Shen Yingxue stood tall, his black eyes reflected the expression of a young man in the pool, and in the tea was a medicine from a brocade of flowers called "Durian Spring".

This thing is made of durian flowers and fierce spring, the first food will not cause an attack, only contact with someone who can shake your mind will be effective.

Once it breaks out, few people can bear it. Usually, the feelings are burning. If you don't have sex with your sweetheart, you will often be burned to death by the feelings.

That kid was ruthless in attacking, in order to help Meng Qi, fearing that the two of them would have a way out, he used the intractable Du Liechun.There is no cure for this thing, unless you get over it yourself.

Over the years, it is not impossible to survive, but very few.

How could Shen Yingxue not know what the boy in the pool was thinking?Afraid of hurting him?

His big apprentice has always been the most sensible, whatever happens to him, he suffers on his own, and never hurts others.

The originally cold aura subsided little by little, but in the end he couldn't bear the boy's unbearable suffering at the bottom of the pool, the pool water splashed on both sides of him, and he fell into the cold spring together.

Song Minhuan's body was half hot and half cold, he heard the movement on the side, if he were to touch Shen Yingxue now, he might not be able to help but pounce on him.

"Master, don't come close to me," Song Minhuan was about to back away when his wrist was grabbed, the pool water splashed a little, and he was dragged into Shen Yingxue's arms.

The heat on Song Minhuan's body even the cold spring couldn't stop it, the tip of his nose touched Shen Yingxue's neck, if he turned his face slightly, his lips could touch Shen Yingxue's Adam's apple.

"Shanshan is always like this...never willing to give in to me."

Shen Yingxue pressed the forehead of the young man in her arms, her eyes were a little cold, her tone seemed to be sighing or helpless, and her spiritual consciousness spread to the center of the young man's brow.

Without physical contact with him, there is another way to solve it, which is to use the spiritual consciousness to enter the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness replaces the body to touch the opponent.

Of course, if the boy resists him, he won't be able to get in at all.

Song Minhuan felt that it was Shen Yingxue's gentle breath, so he naturally relaxed his vigilance, and even had some nostalgia, and his divine consciousness naturally entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

His whole body was filled with the breath of Shen Yingxue, which was gentle and comfortable, making him immersed in it and didn't want to leave.

However... soon he noticed something, and his whole body stiffened.His eyes widened slightly, they were soaked in a layer of water, his fingertips were tensed, and crimson spread from the sides of his ears, and his legs became limp in an instant, and he couldn't stand up.

Panting slightly with her red lips parted, Shen Yingxue pressed him into her arms, blocking all the sounds that were about to come out between his lips and teeth.

……

Outside the Yin forest, short soldiers stood guard beside Meng Qi, while Zhuang Li stared at the exit with his sword in his hand. He didn't know how long he waited, but there was no one there.

Just now, the short soldiers came out from there, indicating that this is the entrance as well as the exit. If Song Minhuan came out, he must have come out here.

However, more than an hour passed, and there was still no one in sight.

Meng Qi had expected that the person would be at Shen Yingxue's place. When she saw that Zhuang Li was about to leave, she quickly stopped him, "Xiao Zhuang, you can't go out for a long time if you go in now, maybe you will come out after Shanshan. Aren't the two just about to be missed?"

"Get out of the way." Zhuang Li's breath was gloomy, the long sword was out of its sheath a little bit, and his black eyes were cold, "It's best not to let me know what you did, or I won't let you go."

Meng Qi smiled slightly, "Xiao Zhuang, what do you mean by that?"

"I am his senior sister, what can I do to him?"

The short soldiers on one side stood in front of Meng Qi, Zhuang Li sneered, "It's better like this."

After he finished speaking, he held his sword and entered the entrance of the maze that Song Minhuan entered without looking back.He was worried in his heart that something would happen to his senior brother. Although he said that nothing would happen with Shen Yingxue around, he was still worried and wanted to find someone himself.

"Shen Yingxue should have taken her away," Meng Qi thought, "Let's go back first, if he can't find anyone, he will come back naturally."

After Zhuang Li entered the maze, he quickly noticed the change in the formation below.He was not a particularly patient person, so he directly destroyed the underground formation with his sword blade, and the spiritual power quickly faded wherever he passed, and the original landform was restored.

After walking like this for a while, I came to an alley with masks and bone bells hanging on both sides.

There are various masks hanging on both sides, blown slightly forward by the wind, the bone bells colliding together and making a crisp sound, the surrounding is very quiet, dozens of masks are facing his direction together, like human faces Watching him together.

He felt the subtle spiritual fluctuations in the air, the long sword was unsheathed a little, and a figure emerged from the depths of the alley.

The young man was dressed in a white Yuehua robe, and he turned his head and smiled at him, and his figure quickly disappeared.

Zhuang Li clenched his long sword tightly. Even though he knew there might be fraud, he couldn't care less at this moment. Without thinking, he raised his sword and chased after him.