When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

In dark underground caves,

"Where is the pain?"

Hearing what the other party said, Yan Qing'an became more and more distressed and helpless, and even softened his tone of voice.

He could feel He Henghuan's hand tightening on him, making him unable to move.

Most people would instinctively want to resist at this time, but at this time Yan Qing'an let go of all his defenses, he put away all his minions like a limp kitten, and allowed the opponent to push forward even more.

He Heng led him back step by step until his back was pressed against the cold wall. The slight cold touch caused Yan Qing'an's eyes to tremble slightly, and his back tensed a little.

He Heng pressed half of his body on Yan Qingan's body like a big aggressive cat. His fine hair kept rubbing against the other's neck, and the breath sprayed on the side of Yan Qingan's neck became hotter and hotter. The person in his arms panted uncontrollably,

"No~"

At this time, on the wall behind Yan Qing'an, a small red dot like a flashlight was constantly flashing.

The two of them didn't know that the forum outside had already blown up.

At this moment, the bullet screen on the video was overwhelming, almost completely covering the entire screen. The original black background had been painted into a white screen at this time.

【what happened? 】

[Grass, is this really something we can watch for free? 】

【Ahhhhh, I'm crazy! 】

[Master sounds really nice (bhi), can you call again? 】

Because the camera equipment was placed not far behind Yan Qing'an, everyone could clearly see He Heng's slightly drooping long eyelashes and thin lips that were getting closer and closer.

Everyone saw him reaching out to hold Yan Qing'an's face, leaning over,

[Is this about to kiss? 】

【My God, I'm so excited! 】

【I really want to press the heads of the two of them together】

However, just as everyone looked sideways and held their breath, He Heng's movements suddenly stopped in midair.

He stopped at a distance from Yan Qing'an's thin lips, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he didn't know what was on his mind.

Yan Qing'an was so overwhelmed by him that his whole face looked like a steamed scallop, it was completely red.

He tugged at the skirt of He Heng's chest, and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong?"

"Wait a minute," He Heng turned his head slightly, his tone sounded quite serious.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the tiny camera embedded in the corner of the wall. With a little force on his fingertips, the camera turned into a puddle of dust, and the little red dot finally disappeared completely.

"All right."

After finishing the red "ugly thing", He Heng felt as if he had pulled out a thorn stuck in his throat, and he finally felt at ease.

"Ok?"

Before Yan Qing'an could react, He Heng reached out to hold his face and kissed him deeply.

Suddenly there was a warm touch between his lips, followed by a slight tingling pain, He Heng bit his lower lip gently.

"Well!"

Yan Qing'an gasped in pain, then opened his lips subconsciously, allowing the cool air to slip in, and gave the other party a chance to take advantage of it

Outside the cave, tourists looked at the spiritual mirror that suddenly turned black in their hands at this time, with a dumbfounded look on their faces,

【? ? ? 】

[I want to curse, really, how can I hack at such a crucial place? 】

[I feel like I bought the ticket for nothing,]

[Is there any technician to repair it, I want to see and kiss! 】

But in the next second, the post with the live broadcast link was suddenly deleted, and when everyone tried to click in, it showed that the post did not exist.

Immediately afterwards, the administrator with a red mark appeared after a long absence, and it broadcast a message on the public channel:

[Administrator Xiaotu: I'm sorry, there was some trouble with the amusement facility just now, sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone, we will solve the problem of the facility within half an hour, as compensation, we will give everyone free rides today Upgrade to package. 】

Just now, the little rabbit demon was finally found by the search and rescue team sent underground by He Heng, and the instigator of all this, Tian Shouyu, and his little followers were also arrested.

Seeing that this farce is finally coming to an end, the only problem now is that the Demon Lord's enchanted state has not been lifted, and no one can get close to him except Yan Qing'an.

After seeing He Heng's vicious expression, how could a little monster dare to get close?

They could only watch each other hug Yan Qing'an horizontally, carrying him all the way back to their bedroom like a big grinning cat.

Outside the venue, the onlookers, who were still immersed in the exciting atmosphere just now, didn't care about whether to upgrade the package at this time. They were still discussing the topic just now enthusiastically.

【No upgrade compensation, just let us watch the video just now. 】

[Yes, yes, it is strongly recommended to continue playing the video just now. 】

There are countless comments like this.

On the other side, Nie Zong was on his way to Yujian, because he couldn't be distracted while Yujian, so he missed the most exciting part of the live broadcast.

By the time he landed, the live broadcast had already ended.

Nie Zong looked at the comments below related to "Vicious Headmaster", gritted his teeth and muttered in his heart, "Puppy, wait for me!"

Guided by the signs, Nie Zong walked around for a long time and finally came to the entrance of Jiuyou Huangquan. He looked at the long line of people in front of him and felt more and more irritable.

And what surprised him was that none of the people who entered here seemed to have bought a ticket. They just "dipped" at the front machine with their spiritual mirrors, and then walked in naturally one by one.

So what does this mean?

You don't need to buy a ticket, do you?

Nie Zongtou, who stayed in the church all year round to deal with government affairs and never went out for leisure, suddenly felt that he was a little behind the pace of the times. If he had known this, he should have taken his little Taoist boy out with him.

But who made him run out of the sect in a fit of anger, now that things have come to an end, Nie Zong can only walk forward slowly with the flow of people in a daze.

About 10 minutes later, Nie Zong finally reached the end of the long queue, so he took out his spiritual mirror and took several photos at the machine like other tourists.

However, the machine in front of him didn't respond at all, and the iron fence seemed motionless, showing no sign of opening for him.

"Grandpa, do you need any help?"

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded, and Nie Zong looked down, only to see the little rabbit demon with a bandage on his face looking up at him with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Nie Zong's eyes widened in disbelief. Looking at the innocent and cute little rabbit demon in front of him, he was so angry that his beard was about to fly.

grandfather?

There is still one month before his 60th birthday, why is he a grandfather?

Does he look that old?

"Cough! Cough!"

Seeing this, Nie Zong coughed loudly twice, trying to prove that he is still very strong with his voice as bright as a bell.

However, after seeing the kind smile of the little rabbit demon, who seemed to care for the empty-nest old man, Nie Zong averted his gaze a little resignedly, and then he pointed to the machine in front of him, and said seriously:

"Why can't I get in this one?"

The little rabbit demon still smiled kindly, "Hello, you need to use the mirror to buy tickets online first, and then use the machine to scan the QR code on it, and then you can enter."

"QR code?" Nie Zong scratched his head a little at a loss.

He has never used this thing before. Wherever he went, he used copper coins or Lingbao to pay. What is this QR code?

The little rabbit demon at the side seemed to see his difficulty, and said very empathetically:

"If you don't know how to operate it, you can give me the mirror, and I can help you buy tickets."

"Okay, thank you."

After hesitating for a moment, Headmaster Nie finally compromised.

It doesn't matter how you got in, the most urgent thing is to go in quickly and settle accounts with the puppy.

After finally entering the scenic spot of Jiuyou Huangquan, Nie Zong stared at the maze-like sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and he froze in place.

Facing the dozens of forked roads that looked almost identical, he took a deep breath, and then took out his spiritual mirror

In desperation, Nie Zong had no choice but to send a few messages to Yan Qing'an,

"Xiaoyan, I'm at the entrance of Jiuyou Huangquan right now, do you know where He Heng is?"

After sending this message, he took another photo and sent it to Yan Qing'an, with a line of words underneath,

"How to get the road here, you guys are a bit detoured here,"

"Where are you? Can you come and pick up Master Uncle?"

In He Heng's presidential suite, he was lying on a soft bed with Yan Qing'an in his arms.

At this time, Yan Qing'an's clothes had faded to his waist, and he put his arms around He Heng's neck, like a solitary boat constantly tossing in the turbulent waves, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But at this moment,

"Drip! Drip! Drip!", the spiritual mirror under him kept shaking.

"No~"

Yan Qing'an was not aware of all this. At this time, his consciousness was in a trance, and he couldn't stop panting. His amber eyes were covered with mist, and his eyes were a little out of focus. Can't perceive anything but the traces under it.

Maybe because his inner alchemy has some effect on suppressing the demonic energy on the opponent, the enchanted He Heng instinctively wanted to do something extraordinary to Yan Qing'an.

And the only concern in Yan Qing'an's heart was whether he would feel uncomfortable after being enchanted, so he let the other party mess around.

So after returning to the bedroom, the two tossed all the way from the bathroom to the big bed, and finally the bedding on the bed was messed up.

At this time, Yan Qing'an's fingertips sank deeply into the bed below him and clenched slightly, he begged for mercy in a crying voice,

"Well, He Heng, take your time,"

Hearing this, He Heng's eyes darkened a little, he bent down and bit the other's completely exposed fair neck, leaving a light tooth mark on it

"Master"

When both of them were in a trance,

"drop!"

The spiritual mirror under him shook again.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of "beep! beep! beep!"

I'm so bored!

How can there be such an annoying thing?

At this moment, there was only one thought left in He Heng's mind, and that was that he wanted to kill the person who invented the spiritual mirror.

Unable to bear the intrusion of the bell, He Heng reached out and picked up the other party's spiritual mirror with a "snap" and threw it out forcefully, and there was a crisp sound of glass shattering in the distance.

This loud noise brought back some of Yan Qing'an's sanity, he raised his head slightly, and asked softly:

"what happened?"

Seeing that the surroundings finally became quiet again, He Heng hugged Yan Qing'an again and pushed him back to the bed, his breathing sounded a little messy,

"I seem to have broken your spiritual mirror just now." Speaking of this, he kissed the other side's neck again,

"But it's okay, just buy another one when the time comes."

"Oh."

Yan Qing'an was dizzy all over, he listened to what He Heng said, but only listened to it, he didn't realize what happened just now, he only vaguely heard

It looks like something is broken.

If it breaks, it breaks.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing'an stretched out his arms to hug He Heng again, and rubbed into the other's arms stickily.

After Nie Zong sent several messages to the other party but failed, he called Yan Qing'an a little irritablely.

However, the other end only frequently heard the busy voice of "Drip! Drip! Drip!" At this moment, he pressed the spirit mirror off a little annoyed, and realized that he was the head teacher of the Huayang Sword Sect, and asked the other party to lead him the way. .

On the way towards the central hall, Nie Zong muttered in his heart angrily,

Really, that little bastard is unreliable.

How could even his nephew, who has always been stable in doing things, become like this.

Thinking of this, he had a vague premonition in his heart, that is, Yan Qing'an must have been spoiled by that little bastard!

After reaching this conclusion, Nie Zong became more determined to quickly bring Yan Qing'an back to the Huayang Sword Sect, but he must not let the future flowers of their sect be ruined like this.

Under the leadership of the little demon, he quickly and smoothly found the lobby of the central hall.

However, Nie Zong waited and waited in the lobby, from noon to night, but did not see He Heng's shadow.

When I asked the front desk, the front desk still answered him with the word "busy", and the front desk couldn't tell why he was busy.

In the end, Nie Zong put his hands behind his back and started pacing back and forth in the lobby in a particularly irritable manner.

When the afterglow of the setting sun finally falls from the window,

He Heng hugged Yan Qing'an and walked out of the pool that was smudged by the heat. The person in his arms was covered with black hair, looking like a docile kitten, with a little bit of ambiguity on his exposed chest. Red marks and bluish-purple marks.

At this time, He Heng's devilish energy basically dissipated, and he looked down at the mottled marks on the opponent's body, and felt guilty.

It seems that I have done a little bit just now.

Yan Qing'an's skin is more sensitive than He Heng imagined, it will turn red even if touched, and it will leave marks after a little force.

At this moment, the person in his arms was so sleepy that he narrowed his eyes slightly, but after meeting He Heng's gaze, he still braced himself up and opened his wet amber eyes, sticky. Leaning into He Heng's arms,

"Are you feeling better? Are you still sick?"

"Magic energy still affects"

"Well!"

Before Yan Qing'an could finish speaking, He Heng lowered his head and took a bite at the base of his ear. When he left, he could see that the skin there immediately turned into a thin powder.

For some reason, looking at Yan Qing'an's wet eyes like small animals, he just wanted to bully him.

After being bitten, Yan Qing'an could not help but flinch, and said aggrievedly:

"What are you doing?"

"Are you a puppy?"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, He Heng hooked the corners of his mouth with great interest,

"I'm a puppy, so what are you, Master? Are you a big dog?"

Yan Qing'an: ""

He was a little angry and buried his head in He Heng's arms. He was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he could only secretly reach out and pinch the other party, but he couldn't exert any force at all.

After the two returned to the bedroom and changed into neat clothes, He Heng asked someone to bring in some food, but who would have thought that the little fox came to report in a hurry at this time,

"What, Lord Mozun, Master Nie of the Huayang Sword Sect seems to have been waiting for you in the lobby for a long time."

It still looks battered.

As soon as he heard that his uncle had come, Yan Qing'an immediately blushed, and turned his head a little guilty, wondering whether Nie Zong already knew about the relationship between the two of them.

"Okay, I see." He Heng waved to the little fox demon impatiently.

"Let him come up."

Although he didn't like this old man very much, Nie Zong was Yan Qing'an's uncle after all, so the relationship on the surface should be maintained.

About a minute later, Nie Zong, led by the little fox demon, swaggered in with powerful steps.

The Huayang Sword Sect's teaching rules are very strict, as a junior, you must not lose your etiquette.

Seeing Nie Zong approaching, Yan Qing'an immediately got up from his chair and called "Uncle Master", and walked over to hold the long sword in his hand for him.

However, his footsteps are sloppy and he can't walk fast, and his walking posture is so strange,

Nie Zong looked at his awkward appearance, then at He Heng who was standing aside and reaching out to help him, and frowned in confusion.

After a moment of silence, Nie Zong looked at Yan Qing'an and said solemnly:

"How many times have I told you, don't practice hard without restraint when practicing. It's a good thing that you have high demands on yourself, but you will get hurt if you practice so hard."

Hearing the other party's words, the long sword in Yan Qing'an's hand couldn't hold it firmly, and fell to the ground with a "bang!", while he blushed, lowered his head, and couldn't say a word

The author has something to say: LOL, yesterday I suddenly wanted to draw a Q-version small theater for the end of today’s chapter, but I can’t even draw a hammer at my level, so I caught a poor I showed her the diagram of my soul. After reading it, she fell silent and said that she wanted to "enlighten herself".

Directions column if anyone wants to see it (for now only my soul schematic, and hublot's eye makeup tutorial (bhi))