After crossing, I became a group pet

"Your second brother Su Fuqian."

"Second brother?"

"Well, he's on a business trip at the border and just reported back to work. I'll write him back."

"Is he all right?"

Ling Yesheng chuckled: "If he is not good, can he still write to me?"

Su Qingmian thought about it, and relaxed her heart.

Ling Yesheng held Su Qingmian and wrote the last word on the paper: "Is the sword competition in your school about to start? Are you sure you don't want to participate?"

"If I don't participate, I won't do anything."

"I can teach you."

"I don't have a sword yet."

"Didn't I give you the Futang Sword?"

Su Qingmian was puzzled, how did Ling Yesheng know that he had the Futang sword, the Futang sword was obviously given to him by Xiao Aojiao, and Ling Yesheng said it as if he gave it to him.

"How do you know I have Futang Sword?"

Ling Yesheng's expression was as usual: "Because I found the Futang Sword, I wanted to give it to you myself, but at that time you didn't want to see me, so I had to ask my brother to give it to you."

It turned out to be like this, so I thought it was Xiao Aojiao who found it.

"If you want to learn, how about I teach you how to practice swords?"

Ling Yesheng's seductive voice entered my ears, and it was too difficult to refuse, just as I was about to respond, my shoulder suddenly felt sore: "Oh, it hurts."

He put down his pen and rubbed his shoulders.

"Forget it, too many things have happened recently, and I have been reading the manuscript for a day, and my shoulders are so sore." Su Qingmian complained, the words "I am very tired and pitiful" were written in her eyes, "If I learn sword again, I can't even have my shoulders."

Ling Yesheng's hand was placed on Su Qingmian's shoulder, and the gentle spiritual power dissipated on the shoulder. Miraculously, all the soreness disappeared.

Giving talents is too practical, ranging from sore shoulders to bleeding to death, as long as Ling Yesheng uses a small spell, he can recover to his best state in an instant.

"Is it better?" After using all the spells, Ling Yesheng was still pressing on Su Qingmian's shoulder.

Su Qingmian hummed softly, couldn't help itching, burst out laughing, and the dimples on her cheeks were exposed: "If you want to press, press hard, use as much strength, I'm itchy."

In this regard, Su Qingmian is the same as Su Wuhuai. She has a lot of itchy flesh on her body, and her skin is very sensitive, and she can't bear any itching.

The humming sound rose at the end, sounding agonizingly ambiguous.

Ling Yesheng withdrew his hand, his eyes darkened.

"keep going."

Su Qingmian was dissatisfied, he just asked Ling Yesheng to use some strength, not to let Ling Yesheng let go.

Using some strength and letting go are two different things!

Passing over Su Qingmian's body, he took a sip of water from the white glass, Su Qingmian looked up and could see Ling Yesheng's Adam's apple rolling up and down.

No matter what the old man does, he always has a charm about him.

After living for hundreds of millions of years, his skin condition is still so good, even better than that of a real boy like him. If he is walking on the street and calls him brother in a loud voice, others will probably not feel that there is anything wrong Well, maybe I will boast, the relationship between the brothers is really good.

That Adam's Apple looks really full.

Su Qingmian stood up, tiptoed and licked that Adam's apple, her skin was so good, it felt like licking a mouthful of candy.

Ling Yesheng kept drinking water for a long time, with water in his mouth and bulging cheeks, like a hamster hiding delicious food.

Once he connects the hamster with the beautiful person in front of him, he will be out of control. He really wants to grab the hamster's food and see his reaction.

Wanting to lick it again, Su Qingmian opened her lips, stepped on her feet, targeted her Adam's apple.

Ling Ye swallowed the water, and pressed down on Su Qingmian's shoulder, like pressing down on a groundhog that came out of the ground.

Panic flashed in his eyes: "Don't mess around."

Su Qingmian's head was full of black lines: "..."

My God, is this level of chaos? It's just that he moved his Adam's apple. If in the future he... um... wouldn't he be super invincible?

Ling Yesheng's intimacy with the two of them is so innocent. Comparing him with high school students, he is simply not confident in high school students.

Su Qingmian didn't even know what to do, it was too uncomfortable for an old pervert.

Being pressed on the chair, there was an awkward atmosphere in the air, Su Qingmian pretended to be a good baby, and put her hands on the table, that was called a good boy: "I didn't mess around, it's normal."

Ling Yesheng drank all the water in the cup, turned his back to Su Qingmian, and didn't give Su Qingmian a chance.

Su Qingmian: "..."

Why are you still vigilant?

Speechless, depressed!

What's the point of having such a platonic relationship every day, isn't it good for you?

Why didn't I realize that Ling Yesheng is a young and innocent person before.

Ugh.

The road is endless, so if Yang develops like this, let alone what, even if it is a deep kiss, Ling Yesheng will shyly refuse.

Listening to the night voice softly: "I know this is normal, but we still have a long time, we can take our time."

It's a long time, but there's no need to take your time with some things.

Su Qingmian really wanted to pull Ling Yesheng's collar and kiss her back and forth, her lips were so swollen, she was ready to be impulsive, and turned around to meet Ling Yesheng's sparkling innocent pair Su Qingmian's eyes without evil thoughts suddenly withered, and suddenly felt that he was a pervert, and the yellow waste in his heart was not worthy of the pure feelings of Ling Yesheng.

Is he too horny?

Is he really in a hurry?

Well, well, it's still long, it's still long, take your time.

Su Qingmian took a long breath to suppress all restlessness.

He needs to be reserved, huh, restraint.

Love is restraint!

Ling Yesheng desperately took Su Qingmian's hand: "We have a long way to go, every step is a surprise, why not slow down and take a look at the surrounding scenery?"

Su Qingmian looked around blankly, um, he looked, and then?

Ling Ye smiled, put his hand on the back of Su Qingmian's head and pressed it in his arms, lowered his head and kissed the boy's head.

Su Qingmian is numb. Is there anything good to kiss there? Is his lips soft? Why don't you all have something intense?

Sad.

The end of being dissatisfied with desire is that when she woke up the next day, when she looked in the mirror, Su Qingmian found a plump, translucent, rosy pimple on her cheek.

Su Qingmian: "..."

Made...

Going to school with a pimple, Wan Keer kindly gave him her own acne cream. Although Su Qingmian didn't think the acne cream would be effective for this kind of acne caused by special circumstances, she still had a little luck mentally used.

What if it goes away.

Besides, he still wants to play with Ling Yesheng, it would be ugly if he had pimples on his face.

After school, Wan Ke'er put a wooden sword in Su Qingmian's hand, and begged him with a smile, "Can you practice sword with me, I can't find a suitable person to accompany me."

"I don't know how to use a sword."

Su Qingmian doesn't know swordsmanship, what can she practice with Wan Ke'er.

"It's okay, just hold the sword and give me a little reaction."

Su Qingmian: "Okay."

He still wanted to help Wan Ke'er in his heart, Wan Ke'er wanted to reward Du Hanyu so much, girl, she would always do her best for the things she likes.

Su Qingmian appreciates this lovely persistence in women.

When the two came to the white flower forest, Wan Ke'er's sword moves were very fierce, which did not match her usual gentle and gentle temper at all.

Holding the sword, Su Qingmian retreated one after another until there was nowhere to go. Some wonderful movements floated up from the depths of her mind. She couldn't control her hands and feet and swung the sword subconsciously.

Wan Ke'er's moves are fierce enough, without mercy, but the Su family's swordsmanship is even more ruthless. This is a swordsmanship that can only be studied after experiencing countless battles and countless moments of life and death.

People who have these experiences and have enough brains to study swordsmanship, have the belief of protecting the family and the people, and have a strong heart, through the ages, I am afraid that only Su Qingmian's father, Su Qihua.

The situation changed, Wan Ke'er's advantage disappeared, and Su Qingmian countered her. She looked for loopholes in the gaps, and she was not too embarrassed.

Some memories floated out with the awakening of swordsmanship.

Yunmengze, in the water.

The tall man who couldn't see his face held his hand and taught him to use a sword: "A man should stand upright and protect his family and people like his father."

Xiao Su Qingmian pursed her mouth, with an expression on her face that she was about to cry: "But, I'm so tired, second brother, can you stop practicing."

With a thick voice of milk, the second brother was shaken for a moment: "No, this is my father's swordsmanship, you must learn it."

Xiao Su Qingmian's eyes turned red, and she burst into tears.

Su Wuhuai, who was dressed in red, exhaled smoke and swung "Second Brother" with the pipe: "Why is it you again?"

Every time Su Qingmian cries, she is sure to find "Second Brother".

Thinking about the past in her mind, Su Qingmian's sword moves did not keep up, Wan Ke'er found a flaw, and the wooden sword touched Su Qingmian's neck.

"I feel that you have suddenly become stronger."

Pulling a sword flower, Wan Ke'er withdrew the sword.

Sitting at the foot of the tree, he casually picked up a small white flower on the ground: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that when I was young, my second brother taught me some sword skills, the Su family sword skills, created by my father."

When mentioning the invincible God of War, Wan Ke'er's expression was a little subtle: "No wonder he is so powerful."

"I feel great too."

Su Qingmian grinned grinningly, full of pride.

It would be great if the swordsmanship was taught by my father himself.

Not being able to see her living parents was always a pain in Su Qingmian's heart.

"Come again."

Since you can't see it, then make good use of what your father left behind, as if he is still around.

After practicing for a while, Zhou Xueqi came over, with a hundred flowers on his shoulders, his whole body was full of brilliance: "It's a good thing to be hardworking, but don't be too tired."

He smiled softly, without a hint of aggression.

"teacher."

Wan Ke'er put away her sword, respectfully.

Zhou Xueqi nodded, ignoring her, her clear eyes fell on Su Qingmian: "It seems that you have recalled the Su family's swordsmanship."

"Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago." Su Qingmian kept a distance, "I'm a little sorry for Dad for thinking about it so late."

"Your swordsmanship is very good."

"It's Dad who created it well."

Su Qingmian didn't give Zhou Xueqi a chance to continue the conversation, and wanted to finish what she had to say without leaving any topic.

"But if you don't have talent, it's hard to be proficient in using it," Zhou Xueqi smiled, "If your father knows that you are so good, he must be very happy."

What a boring topic, Su Qingmian wanted to end it: "I think so, I'll go first, and Ke'er will follow me too."