Prosperous Beauty System

Incense burns in the consonance furnace.

The fragrance is light and elegant, it is Xie Weiyan's favorite cold fragrance, made from snowed plum branches.

Jiang Lin never liked these things, and he never had such elegant decorations in his bedroom, but Xie Weiyan liked them.

So these decorations are there.

The several Taoist boys who have served the Taoist Lord in Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace for more than ten years can't help showing strange expressions.

During this soul tour, the Taoist Lord brought back a Taoist companion. Although the grand ceremony has not been officially held, if the monks outside know about his loving attitude, his jaw might drop in shock.

Although several Taoist boys hadn't seen the Taoist Lord in detail, the back figure of the other party, which seemed to be glistening with smoke and water, was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

As expected of someone who can turn Daoist Taiwei into a soft finger, the Taoist boys secretly thought.

At this moment, the cold and ruthless Taoist Lord Taiwei is facing his Taoist companion helplessly.

……

The cold mist in the bath cleared.

On the smooth and shiny floor, behind the screen made of ice silk, Xie Weiyan was lowering his head to get dressed.

In order to prevent the fellow outside from pressing him on the bed in broad daylight, he was dressed tightly.

It's just that the cloud clothes are soft and fit snugly, and the long sleeves look like petals flowing like clouds. Even a plain white dress, worn on Xie Weiyan, seems to be dyed with all kinds of colors.

With long swing and wide sleeves, and a graceful figure, like golden light swaying from the clouds, the sky is full of morning glow.

Xie Weiyan brushed his wet black hair to the front of his clothes, straightened his shaved green fingers, a few wisps of spiritual energy rose from his fingertips, and the wet long hair spread out inch by inch, and it dried completely in one breath.

The cold fragrance in the Lingxi furnace outside became more and more intense.

Xie Weiyan put on her clothes, walked around the screen with her long hair loose, rolled up her sleeves and walked out.

Jiang Lin was always paying attention to his movements, seeing the sound of water in the room quiet for a long time, he knew that Xie Weiyan had finished bathing.

Xie Weiyan pushed aside the layers of tulle like clouds and mist, walked out from the room, and looked up, Jiang Lin was sitting on the cloud couch, with cold clothes and black hair.

Jiang Lin looked at him, the thick ink in his eyes melted.

"Why don't you leave?" Xie Weiyan said in surprise, her footsteps stopped abruptly.

Could this guy still want to drag him to sit on the bed?

Thinking of those days and nights of lingering, and his beast-like appearance on the bed, Xie Weiyan only felt a numbness in his spine.

Although he himself is not abstinent person, nor is there any magic cultivator who can be abstinent, but such a love that is reversed day and night makes him afraid of things in bed.

After Taiwei's incident, Xie Weiyan only understood one truth.

No matter how cold and ascetic a man looks, when he encounters something in bed, he will become as wild as a beast.

Jiang Lin looked at him and stretched out his hand, "Why don't you come over?"

Xie Weiyan was afraid that he would feel affectionate again, so he said, "Suddenly remembered that my clothes were still left by the bathtub and were not cleaned up."

As he said that, he turned around and went inside to pack his clothes.

Jiang Lin got up from the edge of the couch, his movements were unhurried, but he walked behind Xie Weiyan in an instant.

Xie Weiyan was hugged violently around the waist, her heart skipped a beat.

"...I'll clean it up in a while." After saying that, Jiang Lin bent slightly, and hugged Xie Weiyan horizontally.

"I don't want to be intimate today." Xie Weiyan subconsciously clenched his skirt.

Jiang Lin bowed his head, "I will be very light today."

It turns out that a man's words cannot be trusted in bed.

Xie Weiyan was so tormented that she burst into tears.

Since he could remember, no matter whether he was at home or in the Heavenly Cang Demon Land, he had never shed a single tear, but ever since he met Jiang Lin, even if he didn't want to shed tears, he was bullied into tears.

Xie Weiyan attributed this to a physiological reaction.

……

Jiang Lin hugged him and fell on the bed. With a movement in his heart, the gauze slowly spread out and hung down.

The light was covered, Xie Weiyan only had Jiang Lin in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Lin was taking off his clothes for him, seeing Xie Weiyan's eyes filled with water, he felt suffocated.

Xie Weiyan shook his head.

Jiang Lin hugged him, "I won't let you follow me without a name. After this period of time, we will hold the Dao Couple Ceremony."

He even thought about who he would invite to the Daoist Companion Ceremony.

Xie Weiyan curled his fingers and pressed them against Jiang Lin's chest.

He has humiliation and hatred in his heart, but he dare not show it on the bed, Jiang Lin will definitely lock him on the bed and not let him go out.

In those few days, he only called Yanran's name a few times on the bed, but Jin Jin tormented him to death like crazy.

Xie Weiyan was scared now, no matter how reluctant he was in his heart, Jiang Lin made him feel better when he cried and called his name in pain when he made him feel comfortable.

With all his clothes off, he played with his tongue.

Jiang Lin stepped forward, Xie Weiyan was in so much pain that he couldn't help pushing him.

From the scattered silk gauze, you can vaguely see the shaking of the flower shadow, and the cold fragrance in the temple seems to be mixed with a lot of thick meaning.

When the clouds and rain first rested, it was already bright outside the window.

……

The next day, the golden light fell on the clouds, and Feihe had not yet woken up.

Lu Yan stood in Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, waiting for Daotong's call.

"Master uncle, please."

Daotong passed on the kung fu of a cup of tea, with a bit of joy on his face.

Lu Yan was puzzled, but his face was as cold as usual.

After entering Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, seeing flying cranes circling on the curled eaves of the palace complex, I understood it.

But for monks who have entered the Void Spiritual Realm, unless they have reached the level of inner disciples, very few of them can go out.

This time the flying cranes circled the Miaoyan Palace in Qinghua Changle, it was really a kind act of Taiwei Daojun, allowing the Taoist boy in the palace to travel out of the Taixu Daomen.

Lu Yan didn't know the meaning of it, so he took it for real, took a few glances and walked towards the main hall.

Dao Tong leads the way.

Soon the two walked outside the main hall, Daotong raised his hand, "Uncle Master, please."

Lu Yan walked in.

The hall is still lingering with cold mist, but there is a little more cold fragrance.

Lu Yan keenly realized that there was one more person in the hall.

"Lu Yan has met Taoist Lord." Swinging his sleeves, Lu Yan saluted as a junior, with a calm and indifferent expression.

After a long time, a cold voice came from the hall, "What can I gain from exploring the vast sea this time?"

Lu Yan, "There seems to be signs of a fight outside the Shiwanfu Mountain. In addition, the boat parked at sea from Beijiang's house was also attacked."

In the cold fog, Daoist Taiwei seemed to pause for a moment, "I know this matter well, the demon cultivator is another head of the Heavenly Cang Demon Land, and he came here for Xie Weiyan."

Xie Weiyan on the side was sitting in front of Qingyu's case, drinking medicine from a porcelain white bowl, he couldn't help but choked when he heard the words, tilted his head and coughed in a low voice.

He thought to himself, this guy will turn black and white.

Lu Yan frowned, "Dongli Daojun received three palms from Taishu Mansion Lord in the battle on the cloud that day, so he was seriously injured and fell into the vast sea. Lu Yan believes that last month——"

Daoist Taiwei interrupted him, "Speaking of this matter, you might as well ask your good junior sister."

Lu Yan heard the displeasure in Daoist Taiwei's words, and his heart trembled. Just as he was about to say something, his whole body felt illusory, and he came back to his senses in a blink of an eye, and he was standing in Qinghua Changle Miaoyan outside the palace.

Outside the main hall, the cold fog dissipated.

Xie Weiyan put her slender fingers on the edge of the bowl, lowered her head to drink the medicine, without even looking at Jiang Lin.

The author has something to say: double update tomorrow.