Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"Master?"

At this time, Mu Zhichan keenly sensed the familiar icy breath coming from behind his body, and when he looked back, he saw a man with disheveled hair and loose robes standing deep in the bamboo forest, with sharp eyebrows and deep pupils.

Seeing this, Ye Qingliu rolled up his sleeves and bowed to Jian Shenxing who was walking slowly, and said softly: "I have met Master."

"En." Jian Shen put one hand behind his back, and replied indifferently.

"Master, I'm going to visit Fairy Qingyun next, and Tuer Rong will take my leave first." Ye Qingliu saluted again, and left lightly after Jian Shen nodded.

Mo Zhichan and Jianshen were left in the verdant bamboo forest in an instant. The bamboo leaves were rubbing and rustling, blowing a fresh cool breeze.

Mu Zhichan stood there trembling her fingertips, and for some reason a little bit of panic rose in her heart, but she didn't show the slightest bit on her face, and asked, "Why is Master here?"

"I want to ask you, what are you running for?" Jian Shen looked at Mu Zhichan and asked slowly.

However, Mu Zhichan choked on this question, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he touched the tip of his nose, and said stiffly, "I didn't run away."

Jianshen narrowed his eyes and sized him up for a moment, then he casually retracted his gaze after seeing his body getting stiffer and stiffer, and then waved his snow sleeves, a white jade low coffee table and two round cushions appeared out of thin air, on which were placed Wearing a set of exquisite white jade tea set.

"Bin my hair." The slender snow-clothed man sat down cross-legged, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice.

Mu Zhichan heaved a sigh of relief, walked quietly behind Jianshen and stood still. After that, he took out a comb made of high-quality sycamore spirit wood from the storage ring, and held up the long black hair in front of him with his left hand , narrowing his eyes to sort out carefully for his master.

Jian Shen, on the other hand, holds a jade pot to make tea with a calm expression, and the tea making process is meticulous and pleasing to the eye.

"After three months, the Lingyun Secret Realm will be opened at Taibai Peak." Seeing Shen Lianmou mentioning this, his bony hands rubbed the rim of the cup. At that time, the five of you brothers and sisters will be assigned to other mountain peaks to lead the team."

Lingyun Secret Realm is a mustard space formed after the fall of ancient powers. After natural cultivation and time precipitation, it is not only full of aura, but also breeds countless rare spiritual fruits and herbs, as well as less aggressive spirit beasts and plants. For disciples who have just reached the foundation establishment realm, it is undoubtedly the best training place.

It's just that they have never entered Lingyun Secret Realm with disciples from other peaks in the past, and they don't know why they made such an arrangement this year.

"What about the other senior brothers who lead the team?" Mu Zhichan used a piece of white jade hairpin to pull up her smooth black hair familiarly, her fingers brushed the other's earlobe inadvertently, and there was a soft touch.

Mu Zhichan felt... There seemed to be a strange throbbing in her heart.

"Let's go together." Jian Shen tilted his wrist, and the light green tea flowed into the white jade teacup, releasing a clear and light tea fragrance.

"I see, Master." Mu Zhichan bent her lips.

"Well, sit down." Jian Shen nodded and smiled lightly, and offered Mu Zhichan a cup of warm spirit tea.

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Three months is nothing to a cultivator, just one samadhi effort has passed, and during this period, Su Tiao, who stayed at Fuyao Peak, became famous and gained most of the senior brothers and sisters from all peaks. favorite.

"Ah Yao, this is the Matsutake Pill I made with my own hands. I think it will be very helpful for you to achieve the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment." Lu Zihao, the elder brother of Fuyao Peak, said softly, looking at the long body standing in front of him with burning eyes. teenager.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lu." Su Yao smiled and took the small white porcelain bottle handed over by the other party. The smile hidden in the picturesque eyebrows and eyes was captivating.

"You don't need to say thank you." Lu Zihao whispered, the tips of his ears were slightly red, "Then senior brother will take his leave first."

"Well, brother, go slowly." Su Yao's smile remained unchanged.

Seeing the back of the man Yu Jian going away, the smile on Su Yao's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by sarcasm.

"If it was in the previous life, if Master knew that there were other people coveting me..." Su Tiao's eyes gradually darkened, and there were charms and desires. Lock it on the bed, and those who covet me will die badly."

But now...

The expression in Su Yao's eyes was replaced by hostility, and the hands hanging down to the front of the robe were clenched into fists, and the longing and grievance for Jian Shen filled his heart in an instant.

Why didn't Master accept him as a disciple?Why does Mu Zhichan get Master's love! ?

Jealousy gnawed at the heart, and the ignited anger burned the soul, causing Su Yao to summon the flying sword and fly towards Buwangfeng.

In the past three months, he has tried every means to meet Jianshen, but he has never succeeded, and this time, he must meet someone, otherwise he will have to wait ten and a half months to come out after entering Lingyun Secret Realm , he really missed that person to the point of going crazy!

At the same time, the snow fell forever.

The sun is scattered, the spring water is splashing, and there are thin clouds and mists under the pavilions and attics suspended in mid-air, showing a bit of immortality.

"Master, do you really want to do this...?" Mu Zhichan asked helplessly as she looked down at the silver dragon sitting between her palms.

"En." The clear and cold voice sounded directly in his mind, Xiao Yinlong raised his head and looked at Mu Zhichan who was close at hand, then moved his body, and climbed up to his shoulder along his arm with familiar movements, and then wrapped around his fair neck.

Mu Zhichan was silent for a moment, letting the silver dragon, which had shrunk several times, wrap around his fragile neck. He could feel the cold scales of the silver dragon slipping over his Adam's apple and carotid artery, and the tip of its tail gently hooked him from time to time. earlobe.

He didn't know why things turned out like this, because the Lingyun Secret Realm would be opened after two sticks of incense, and Mu Zhichan was summoned by his master just as he was going to Taibai Peak to make some preparations, and after the summons, he He watched helplessly as the master turned into a young dragon in front of him, and then the other party told him in a cold voice that he wanted to walk with him.

"Master, why?" Mu Zhichan asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"There is something wrong with my teacher's body." Jian Shen closed his eyes and put his head on his shoulder, and replied softly: "I need to stay with a monk with water spirit roots for a few months."

Mu Zhichan frowned, her heart twitched, "What happened? Is it serious?" Thinking like this, she raised her finger involuntarily and lightly touched the tip of the little silver dragon's tail, only to be hooked by the other party little finger.

"It's okay, it's just that I've been a little weak these past few months." Jianshen kissed his neck with his mouth where Mu Zhichan couldn't see, filling his chest very full and heavy with a sense of satisfaction.Update the fastest /mq^q717.c^om/

In this script world, his physique is very special. Once the state reaches the state of crossing the catastrophe, there will be a three-month period of weakness every year.

This kind of weakness does not mean that his cultivation base will decline, but that he will not be able to exert energy in anything, and he will easily get sleepy, and he will involuntarily become a dragon.

The dragons are naturally fond of water, so at this time, the dragons will either choose to stay in the spiritual water, or they will get tired of being around monks with water spirit roots. Obviously, he chose the second option.

Maybe it's because the period of weakness has different effects on each dragon. When we reach the period of weakness, we just want to hold the one we love and never let go, and even desperately desire skin-to-skin contact without leaving a gap.

Therefore, he thought of a way to wrap himself around his lover's white neck in the shape of a young dragon, which greatly satisfied his desire for control, possessiveness, and the desire brought about by the period of weakness.

Mu Zhichan still frowned and said nothing, he recalled the content of the ancient book, but there was nothing about the weak period of the master in the book.

"Don't worry." Jianshen seemed to know what he was thinking, and let go of the tip of the tail hooked on Mu Zhichan's little finger, and then pressed against his right cheek and rubbed it comfortingly.

"En." Mu Zhichan responded, thought for a while and asked again: "Master just stay on me like this? Do you need me to do something?"

"No need." Jian Shen said softly.

Mu Zhichan relaxed his mind a little, and simply summoned his natal water sword out of Xueluochangtian, but just after he came out, he saw a young man in white standing in the shade.

It's Su Yao.

Mu Zhichan didn't want to pay attention to him at all, she summoned her natal water sword expressionlessly and was about to fly to Guangbai Peak with the sword, but he heard Su Yao's stern reprimand.

"stop!"

Mu Zhichan didn't care about it at all, and stepped on the water sword with her own tricks.

Su Yao was suddenly annoyed, she pulled out her sword and stood in front of him, pointed at Mu Zhichan's chest and said angrily, "How dare you ignore me!?"

Mu Zhichan simply felt that this person was inexplicable, and the little silver dragon wrapped around his neck raised his head and looked at Su Yao with cold eyes, the hostility and killing intent contained in it almost turned into substance and penetrated Su Yao's soul.

A gloomy chill spread down his back to his limbs and bones. The terrifying killing intent made Su Yao's face pale instantly. Then, with a "click", the sword in his hand shattered and fell on the ground. on the ground.

"You..." Su Yao only said one word before she broke into cold sweat and was speechless. He only felt that the spiritual pressure from the superior oppressed his sea of ​​consciousness severely. He knelt and sat on the ground.

Mu Zhichan was taken aback for a moment, and then, he felt a slight suffocation feeling from his neck, so he realized that Master might have done it.

The spiritual pressure from the superior is still continuing. Mu Zhichan saw a trace of bright red blood dripping from the corner of Su Yao's lips, but so far Su Yao has not done anything to really hurt him. He pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to cover it. Caressing the cool body of the silver dragon around his neck, he whispered: "Master..."

Yinlong looked down at Su Yao with icy eyes for a moment, retracted the spiritual pressure, closed his eyes again, and hooked the wrist of Gomu Zhichan with the tip of his tail.

"I don't know where your hostility towards me comes from, but I hope to stop here and do it myself." Mu Zhichan said in a cold voice, ignoring Su Yao who was still in a daze, Yu Jian left.

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