Abandoned Immortals

Que Qingyun raised his head slightly, his face turned red, and his tightly closed eyelids trembled from time to time.

Yu Lian unrestrainedly removed her clothes, kissed her eyebrows and eyes delicately, half of the pure white tulle was pressed under her body, and the other half was hanging on the edge of the table.

Want to fall but not fall, hazy and eye-catching.

The root of the slender eyelash feathers was stained with crystals, Ren Yulian's heart was wanton and frivolous, Que Qingyun didn't resist, but he didn't groan, his teeth pressed lightly on his thin lips, and swallowed the turbulent undercurrent into his throat.

The fairy fell into the clouds and waded into the rolling world of mortals.

Delicate sucking and kissing inch by inch, biting the tip of her upturned nose, kissing her cherry-colored soft lips, teasing an inconspicuous mole at the base of her temples and ears, her drooping eyelashes pulling away the dark emotion in Yu Lian's heart The tide and the surging greed.

The magic patterns were burning hot, as expected by Yu Lian.

A thin blush covered the corners of the eyes, which contradicted Que Qingyun's slightly frowning brows but perfectly complemented each other.

The more reserved and restrained she is, the more Yu Lian's mind is broken and she goes crazy.

No longer restraining the delusional thoughts in her heart, she let the impulse drive her to instinctively hold Que Qingyun's hands tightly and hang them above the top of her skull.

They are constantly pulling each other and being involved in the vast and endless torrent.

It doesn't matter if it's the effect of demonic poison or it's caused by love.

She didn't care anymore, and she didn't hold out any hope of learning Que Qingyun's sincerity.

Just like dreaming back at midnight, the past is full of dust.

Loot, occupy, burn.

No long-term love, just seize the day and night.

She is familiar with Que Qingyun's aura, and every time she touches it, it brings back a flood of memories.

But even so far, she has not been able to truly see through Que Qingyun's heart.

The master is like a heavenly being, too far away, the sincerity is hard to come by and hard to find, so she just doesn't want it.

Life is too short to enjoy a moment of lingering.

She kissed Que Qingyun's brow, gradually kissed her eyelids and nose tip, and rubbed her moist lips tenderly.

Just like practicing what she said, to engrave a brand in Que Qingyun's heart, so that she will never forget her.

The air mechanism is intertwined, and the breathing is hot.

The wind and clouds outside the window were changing, and the rumble of thunder was heard.

Dark clouds and showers pressed down together, and the air became thinner.

The blazing fire rose against the wind and became more vigorous amidst the thunderstorm.

Clusters of gorgeous red plum blossoms bloom on the spotless snow, and layers of waves wash over the muddy snow beach.

Tearing the soul into pieces, the tide of thought was surging.

The thoughts in his mind were cleared, and he was ups and downs in the chaotic void.

Occasionally, she regained her sense of reason for a moment, and opened her eyes slightly, with a soft sigh hidden in her eyes.

Let Yu Lianxin drag her and sink into the boundless abyss.

Hongchen Mengying is a returning guest, listening to the clouds and watching the rain soaks the river of heart.

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It was an hour before the study room returned to silence.

Que Qingyun's mutton-fat white jade-like cheeks were blushing slightly, and he closed his eyes to calm down his rapid breathing and heartbeat.

Yu Lian put on the clothes one by one for her again, tied her belt carefully, and carried her across the arms to the soft couch at the west corner of the house.

The breath of the people around him was lingering, even if he was too tired to open his eyes, he could roughly guess the expression on Yu Lian's face at this moment.

The latter gently and softly closed the front of her clothes, leaned close to her, with his chin lightly pressed against her forehead, and rubbed the top of her hair affectionately like a cat, with a soft and gentle tone: "Listen to Lan Zongyin with your hands." , to save the Empress Dowager, the master can do whatever the disciple wants.”

Yu Lian narrowed her eyes slightly, obsessively sniffing the sweet fragrance of cold plums in Que Qingyun's hair.

"Disciple has only one condition." Said the most decisive words in the lowest tone of voice, "From now on, the master is not allowed to leave the disciple's side. Take it back."

Speaking of this, she suddenly laughed, and the ending sound was cheerful: "I don't know if the master is half regretful for handing over the soul skeleton that could have been relied on to the disciple?"

He was originally a person controlled by fate, but now he is going to be her prisoner, and he must regret it.

The words she asked fell like stones into the sea, and there was no reply.

Que Qingyun closed his eyes, breathing smoothly, and seemed to be asleep.

The corners of Yu Lian's mouth turned up, and she kissed her brow lightly intoxicated, satisfied with the short-lived joy, and said a few more words than usual: "But even if the master regrets it, the disciple will not change his mind, the master It's better to be obedient."

Passionate and indifferent is a lifetime, either chic and reckless, or die recklessly, she will never wrong herself again.

Whether it is hatred or resentment, they are all filled with joy and joy.

The dream of this night is very long, and the distance between the two hearts is also far and near.

Half asleep and half awake, Que Qingyun can hear the thin and light breathing of the person beside him in a trance, but it seems to be trapped in a big empty dream, overlapping and intertwining with the turbulent past of the previous life, tossing and turning several times.

In the depths of the dim dream, the shadow of the sword was surging, and the bones were like a mountain. The silver-haired and red-eyed woman stepped across the trickling river of blood and raised her face with the tip of the sword.

To break obsession, to entangle in vain.

In the middle of the night, there seemed to be bursts of thunder in my ears.

Yu Lian woke up suddenly, she broke out in a cold sweat for unknown reasons in the darkness, her heart still had lingering fears, but she completely forgot the scene in the dream.

After she regained her senses, she stretched out her hand to reach forward, but felt that the couch was empty, leaving only residual warmth.

The expression in her eyes sharpened suddenly, and Yu Lian turned around in her heart, and saw a figure standing by the window.

It just so happened that blue and white lightning flashed outside the house, illuminating the night sky as if it were day, and the graceful figure of the person by the window was also reflected in her pupils at the same time.

The heart that had just been mentioned fell back into her stomach, she got up from the couch, and in a blink of an eye she was behind Que Qingyun.

Fearing that the person on top of her heart would run away, she actually used lightness kung fu in such a short three or two steps.

Arms wrapped around each other's waist, the familiar fragrance around the nose, calming the unreasonable panic, Yu Lian breathed a sigh of relief, pressed against Que Qingyun's cheek, lingering neck, ear temple rubbing.

"It's so late, why doesn't Master take a rest, but listen to the rain alone by this window?"

Que Qingyun let her hold her, and looked away from the window when she heard the words, her tone was calm and clear: "I remembered some past events in my dream, I was awakened by the sound of thunder, and I couldn't fall asleep."

It was rare for Master to answer her words, and it was such a long sentence.

Yu Lian was overjoyed, and the melancholy and palpitations left in her dream just now quietly dissipated under the comfort of these gentle words.

She didn't ask what kind of dream Que Qingyun had, she just buried her head and lightly rubbed the other's ear, and whispered affectionately: "The disciple accompanied the master to enjoy the scenery."

After saying that, she squinted out of the window.

The pouring rain covered the small courtyard, smashing the delicate flowers under the courtyard wall to pieces.

Precarious, with unknown fate, she really resembles herself.

"Xianxin."

Que Qingyun suddenly called her name in a low voice, if she hadn't been close, it might have been hard to hear.

She snorted softly, signaling Que Qingyun to continue speaking.

After a brief silence, Que Qingyun turned around, met her gaze, and then cupped her face with both hands.

Yu Lian was stunned for a moment, her eyes overlapped, seeing Que Qingyun's red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something to her.

It just so happened that a deafening thunder pierced the night sky, and also swallowed Que Qingyun's brief words just now.

Without waiting for Yu Lian to ask, Que Qingyun suddenly leaned forward and actively kissed her lips in Yu Lian's surprised and delighted eyes.

Momentary hesitation was dispelled by the other party's rare active lingering, and Yu Lian didn't go into further research on what the vague sentence was.

She clasped the back of Que Qingyun's neck, and under the bursts of thunder, she leaned close to her intoxicated by the damp steam, biting Que Qingyun's soft and smooth lips.

Que Qingyun slowly closed her eyes, but the scenes she saw in the dream were still lingering in her mind.

——I will keep it in my heart forever, this rain of blood and mountains of corpses are all your fault.

——It was your inner demon that broke out of the cage after she died.

——Do nothing, have no hope, and have no rest.

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