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"Then if I like it, what will you do sir?" Xia Wuxin said suddenly, and then Ling Bo walked lightly, stopping in front of Song Yubai.

The girl's eyes were bright, it didn't look like she was joking.

Song Yubai didn't expect that she would ask back, but felt that the edge was on his back, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to answer.

Xia Wuxin saw that she was silent, so she changed the way of saying: "Then the gentleman refused several times before, was it really because he didn't care about me, or was it because of some random reasons?"

Song Yubai only felt a burst of turbidity in his heart, his heart was burning badly, and the palm that Xia Wuxin had been holding all along became soaked, making the touch of the skin more vivid.

She turned her head suddenly, her hair fluttering, implying something.

Xia Wuxin looked in the direction she pointed, raised her thick eyebrows slightly, and glared at Wei Yili, who was desperately suppressing his breath. The latter felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he ran like a liberation, and his figure disappeared into the night .

After all, since ancient times, people who know too much will probably be silenced.

Without anyone else present, Song Yubai's tense heartstrings relaxed a bit, so he lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "I don't know."

Three words speak with confidence.

Hearing this, Xia Wuxin pursed her lips and smiled, her bulging joy gradually spread. After all, the person opposite was Song Yubai. If she really had no intentions for her, she could refuse in a cold voice.

But she said she didn't know, and when she said it, her soft palm curled up slightly, like a frightened animal.

Xia Wuxin's previous emotions had long since dissipated, and the one standing in front of her, no longer calm, Song Yubai, who possessed all kinds of emotions and six desires, was even cuter than usual.

She suddenly let go of Song Yubai's hand, lowered her head and pulled out the hairpin that pinned her hair. The blue hair slanted down, then shook her head left and right, and threw the hair covering her face behind her ears

In early autumn, there is still the sound of cicadas, buzzing like a heartbeat.

Although Xia Wuxin was dressed in a strong outfit, her hair drooped, her eyes flowed, her pink lips were plump, and she smiled sweetly. She looked like a pretty girl. Song Yubai didn't know what he meant, but he still couldn't help but back away.

Under the cover of night, his face glowed a light red.

"What are you doing?" she said, coughing dryly with her hands behind her back.

Xia Wuxin looked at her recalcitrant appearance, couldn't help laughing, leaned closer, with the tip of her nose no more than an inch away from her, tilted her head and said: "I just untied my hair, but Mr. took off all his clothes that day. , You can’t just allow state officials to set fires, but not allow people to light lamps.”

Song Yubai tensed up even more, blushing, "I'm as frivolous as you."

Xia Wuxin thought that Song Yubai was cold and desolate, how could he turn red like a shrimp after teasing him for nothing? She found the joy of teasing Song Yubai, and liked it even more in her heart, so she deliberately refused to let him go.

At this time, the advantages of the half-immortal were fully manifested. She just snapped her fingers, and the wooden hairpin on Song Yu's white hair fell into her hand, and the blue hair, which was softer than her, was swept into the wind.

Song Yubai subconsciously wanted to tie her hair up, but Xia Wuxin was so bold that she directly held her wrist, turned her left hand over, and the wooden door creaked open behind her, and the two of them were already standing in the dark room.

There was a wall behind Song Yubai, and Xia Wuxin took her wrist and held it high against the wall. At the same time, the two of them tensed up together, seamlessly touching each other.

Song Yubai was firmly controlled by Xia Wuxin between his body and the wall, as long as he raised his head, he could touch her lips.

"Xia Wuxin, you are so courageous. I am still your teacher. If someone sees me, how decent is it!" Song Yubai was firmly restrained, and she was really angry. Almost impossible to break free.

In particular, Xia Wuxin's breath sprayed around her ears, which actually made her body tingle.

This unbelievable numbness was even more irritating than Xia Wuxin's boldness.

"No one will see." Xia Wuxin said, her voice was very soft, like breathing, not clear, "Since Mr. is a teacher, he should also know what it means to be a teacher."

"What do you mean?" Song Yubai was startled and raised his eyes.

"I mean, it hurt me that Mr. did that kind of thing to me without thinking about the consequences."

As Xia Wuxin said, she suddenly put her other hand on the back of Song Yu's white head, letting the ink-like strands of hair flow over her five fingers, and then, she rolled her bright eyes, and she wanted to cry: "Mr. What a shock my immature mind has suffered, if I used to think that I would not be able to cultivate into a fairy, I would find a good son, but now, my dream is full of my husband's body..."

What does it mean that the dream is full of her body?Hearing this, Song Yubai felt as if a mouthful of blood had stuck in his throat, and the anger he had just now turned into embarrassment.

"Xia Wuxin, do you know what shame is, this kind of dream..."

She suddenly couldn't continue, and subconsciously covered the skirt of her clothes.

Xia Wuxin laughed suddenly, then let go of her hand, and took a step back. The distance between the two suddenly widened, and the cool wind blew away the turbid heat.

The candles were lit, illuminating the tables, chairs and benches indistinctly.

On the other hand, Song Yubai was slowly retracting his arms, his crystal-clear glass eyes reflected a candlelight, flickering and foggy.

She didn't seem to be used to the sudden lights around her, so she raised her hands and covered her eyes with her wide sleeves, but half of her flushed face was exposed.

Then, the thin body pushed Xia Wuxin away, opened the door, and a few strands of black hair melted into the darkness, in exchange for the cool night wind.

Xia Wuxin watched her run away, and put her hand on her heart, there was something jumping there, which made her hands and feet go weak, and when she lowered her head just now, she almost kissed her.

The smile on her face disappeared, and turned into a sigh. She didn't know what everyone said they liked, but now she suddenly understood.

Perhaps the word for love is involuntary.

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That day, Xia Wuxin gave Song Yubai the answer. After that, Song Yubai never returned the gadgets she asked someone to send over.

But other than that, there seems to be no other progress, or maybe Xia Wuxin has become increasingly busy all of a sudden, and since Yanqiao took over her, she can no longer escape cultivation.

Yanqiao has all the characteristics of an immortal, that is, his mind is full of cultivation, and he regards everything as dung. Only when Su Xieyue pleads for mercy, Xia Wuxin can take a break.

Fortunately, the cinnabar seal was formed, and the day of the peach feast was slowly approaching, and everything became clearer.

For the Peach Banquet, the whole family of Pingfeng Mountain attaches great importance to it. Xia Chunqiu specially asked for a batch of high-quality golden silkworm and white silk brocade from his old friend Huang Daoxian, and made himself an expensive robe, and replaced him. Wearing a cloth coat for hundreds of years.

The disciples who were able to go also cut and sewed clothes one after another. Although it was not as flashy as the heavenly world, it was still a new look for the whole school. Most of them had never been out of the mountains, and they didn't want to lose face in front of countless big shots.

Even Su Xieyue pasted a layer of Shu embroidery fans on her magic weapon.

The night before departure for Kunlun Mountain, most of the people suffered from insomnia, and Xia Wuxin was no exception. His mind was full of Qionglou Yuyu and Langyuan Xiange in the heavens.

Fortunately, she dragged Su Xieyue to sleep in her room secretly, so even if she tossed and turned, it would not be too boring.

There were fluffy quilts piled on the bed, Xia Wuxin's whole body was wrapped in the quilt, only her head was exposed, her black and white eyes followed Su Xieyue's hand.

Su Xieyue was sitting on her couch, holding a piece of bright blue fabric in one hand, and holding a needle in the other hand, mending under the lamp, shaking her head while sewing and scolding: "You have a whole closet of clothes, why is there not a single one that is good?" Yes, I don't know whether to wear clothes or eat clothes."

"It's not my fault, it's because they are not strong." Xia Wuxin muttered while covering her ears.

"Is it because they are not strong, or do you look like a monkey every day?" Su Xieyue was not polite.

Xia Wuxin sighed, leaned over to take a closer look, waved his hands and said, "It's not good, it's just a hole, it will be repaired tomorrow, the oil lamp is dark, senior sister be careful of your eyes."

Su Xieyue stared at the fist-sized hole, and the sighs of the two overlapped.

"If I had known, I would have made it for you in advance, so that you wouldn't have no good clothes to wear." Su Xieyue frowned slightly, and continued to mend in embarrassment.

A patch will not show the butt/butt.

Xia Wuxin giggled, got into the quilt again, and lay down comfortably.

The wind outside the door got stronger again, Xia Wuxin looked outside, and thought to himself that the autumn wind is really rampant like a monster, blowing like it wants to blow the ground.

But in the next moment, she suddenly sat up, jumped out of the bed with her ears pricked up, and said, "Senior sister, someone is here, could it be senior brother? You hide quickly, and be careful not to tarnish your reputation."

Su Xieyue was amused by her words, slapped her on the back of the head, and said angrily: "It's not senior brother, I'll go out and have a look."

Xia Wuxin looked at himself who was only wearing unlined clothes and hadn't corseted his chest, so he reluctantly agreed, got back under the covers, and whispered to himself, he was a little flustered by Yanqiao who appeared everywhere these days, I'm afraid he might have a whim , Grab yourself to practice in the middle of the night.

Su Xieyue walked out of the room, wrapped tightly in her clothes by the raging cool wind, her beautiful eyes squinted, her hair fluttering, she probed into the darkness.

"Who is here?" She said softly.

A slender figure appeared in sight, she was wearing a cotton gray cloak, her clothes were loose, her body was tall and tall, her face appeared under the thin light and shadow, indifferent and stunning.

When she saw Su Xieyue, she was obviously stunned for a moment, then grabbed the outside of the cloak with both hands, her five fingers turned white.

"Mr. Song?" Su Xiyue asked in surprise, and turned sideways quickly, "Come inside, it's cold outside."

Song Yubai made a lot of determination to come here, but he never expected to meet Su Xieyue, so he couldn't help blushing, turned his eyes away from her, and said in a low voice, no need.

The two stalemate for a while, before Su Xieyue whispered, "Sir, you came here in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

Song Yubai nodded, shook his head again, struggled for a while, and then took out a stack of fabric from the cloak. Although he couldn't see what it was, under the light from the crack of the door, five lights shone.

She didn't seem to dare to look at Su Xieyue, and said lightly: "Well, Xia Wuxin, please."

Su Xiyue took it over, and the fabric seemed to be flowing, with cool light. When touched, it was indescribably pleasant. She was even more surprised, and raised her almond eyes slightly: "This, is this made by Mr.?"

Song Yubai didn't answer, but said, "Tong Xia Wuxin said that it's compensation."

"If she doesn't want it, just throw it away." Before she finished speaking, she added again, as if she was afraid of something.