I ran away after slacking my apprentice

"Master." Murong Yan's voice was low and his eyes were unbelievably dark, "Have you made up your mind?"

At the moment when he was pushed down by Murong Yan, Ning Jiwei was still a little dazed, and his mind went blank for a moment, so that he realized that after hearing Murong Yan's question clearly, the thought that popped up in his mind was nothing but:

Fuck!Why did the __cpLocation change all of a sudden?

He is doing a good job of psychological construction to help Murong Yan resist the demon poison, but it is not the current situation!

"Ahem..." Perhaps because of the pain, Murong Yan couldn't help coughing a few times.

An abnormal red appeared on his face again, even the corners of his lips were bleeding.

Murong Yan's appearance was very dazzling in Ning Jiwei's eyes, as if he was at the end of his battle, if Ning Jiwei didn't save him, then he might not survive tonight.

Let Ning Jiwei watch Murong Yan die...

no!He can't do it!

But if he is to be murdered by Murong Yan...ah!Oh shit!This kind of thing is also difficult to accept!

Ning Jiwei was extremely entangled in his heart, but his attitude of not saying a word was tantamount to acquiescence in Murong Yan's eyes.

Murong Yan knew his master well, if Ning Jiwei really didn't want to, then Murong Yan wouldn't even have a chance to get close to him, if Ning Jiwei hesitated even a little bit, there might be a turning point in this matter.

And in such an overly intimate matter, Murong Yan would be ecstatic even if Ning Jiwei was a little unsteady, not to mention...Ning Jiwei was clearly active before.

His master, took the initiative to kiss him.

Murong Yan buried his head on the side of Ning Jiwei's neck and smelled the fragrance that filled his heart. At that moment, even if the evil poison in his body was flooding, devouring his internal organs and making him miserable, it didn't matter that much.

"Master..." Murong Yan called Ning Jiwei almost in a murmur, he stroked Ning Jiwei's ear with his fingertips, and there was a very small tremor under his fingertips.

He lingered in that ear, kissing lightly and cautiously as if he was treating a unique treasure in this world.

"I am really happy to be able to have today." Murong Yan smiled softly, spraying the scorching breath on the side of Ning Jiwei's neck, and the latter frowned as expected.

Ning Ji's slightly fair neck became bruised due to depression, he turned his head and tried to stay away from Murong Yan, but it was in vain, and it was counterproductive.

He was trapped in the palm of Murong Yan.

There is thin skin below the palm, and if it goes an inch further, it is where the heart is.

Ning Ji held his breath slightly subconsciously, as if the unbearable feeling was going to burn his whole body.

But in the current situation, even if the arrow is on the line, as long as Ning Jiwei doesn't like it, as long as Ning Jiwei disagrees, it is impossible to force Murong Yan with his current physical condition.

It is also impossible to be as powerless as the first time.

As long as... push Murong Yan away...

Ning Jiwei clenched his fingertips quietly, and the spiritual power gathered on the fingertips. After all, he couldn't bear it, and wanted to stop Murong Yan in the most gentle way.

But the unbearable feeling gradually went down, attracting all his attention.

Murong Yan's hair was stained with fine sweat, it was unknown whether it was from pain or joy, his eyes were bright, and the look he looked at Ning Jiwei was very gentle, and the sky was full of stars in that gentleness.

He treated Ning Jiwei like that, embraced Ning Jiwei so unscrupulously, as if he had obtained the whole world.

"The disciple really... likes it very much, likes Master very much."

The unsteady murmur fell, and when the words ended, the heat in his body suddenly rose. Ning Jiwei frowned fiercely, his neck was slightly raised, and there was a thin red under the open collar.

So... do you like it that much?

Ning Weiwei's spiritual energy gathered and dissipated, he was still very entangled, but after hearing Murong Yan's words, he felt that he was not so entangled.

Hmm... It's not so hard to accept changing the position, as long as it's not as painful as the first time...

Anyway, it was to save people, Ning Jiwei asked himself that he would definitely not be able to watch Murong Yan die with his own eyes, so...

Forget it!Cheap Murong Yan!

The spiritual power in Ning Jiwei's palm still faded after all, he let go of his clenched hands, and sighed very shallowly, "Then you...be gentle."

These words were a great encouragement to Murong Yan, he raised his eyes with a smile and said, "Obey."

It was getting late, and there was silence and a large area of ​​darkness outside the retreat site, and the retreat site, where the white clothes were scattered, and the waist belt was thrown away by someone, so pitifully fell in the distance.

The wall was illuminated by night pearls, casting overlapping figures.

"Uh..." Someone suppressed and called out in a low voice, the cold eyebrows no longer stood on the clouds like that, but were covered with thin sweat, and the face was covered with an indescribable light red color.

It was an expression that was usually impossible to appear in front of outsiders.

It was something that only Murong Yan could see, and it belonged to him.

"Master." Murong Yan clasped Ning Jiwei's fingertips with one hand, and the moment his fingers interlocked, Murong Yan chuckled contentedly in Ning Jiwei's ear, breathing heavily.

He kissed his love between Ning Jiwei's eyebrows, the tip of her hair, and even into Ning Jiwei's body. He smiled tenderly, occupying all of Ning Jiwei's perceptions at the last moment.

I love you.

He said silently.

When I woke up the next day, it was dark again, but the closed place was opaque, so I didn't know the weather was early or late, and I was able to judge the time so quickly, all thanks to the regular work and rest of the original owner for many years.

Before he woke up, he only felt that his face was being gently stroked over and over again, as if his fingertips were lingering on his face, so when he woke up, he looked at the owner of the movement as if searching.

But all he saw was a focused and gentle face.

Murong Yan withdrew his fingertips, with reluctance in his eyes, he said, "Did the disciple wake up Master?"

But if this is the case, then Murong Yan can't help it, because Ning Jiwei's sleeping appearance at that time was too attractive.

Murong Yan had never seen Ning Jiwei so docile, so he couldn't help but want to outline the profile of that person, and even wanted to engrave that person's appearance deep in his mind at this moment.

"No." Ning Ji whispered out, but found that his voice was very hoarse, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, it was very dry and quite uncomfortable.

Oh shit!It's all because Murong Yan went too far last night!

Ning Jiwei originally thought that Murong Yan was injured, and the matter of dual cultivation was still difficult for him, but he didn't expect that after one time, due to the technique of mutual exchange, Murong Yan had a defensive barrier in his body, which was very effective in resisting demon poison. So that in some aspects it is also very good!Show!Go!

One night was only that long, and Murong Yan wished he could not stop for the whole night, until finally Ning Jiwei couldn't take it anymore, and Murong Yan was willing to let him go after begging for mercy.

This traitor!

Ning Jiwei coughed uncontrollably.

Murong Yan took a glass of water knowingly, held the porcelain cup in one hand, and hugged Ning Ji slightly with the other.

Ning Jiwei didn't have much strength at this time, and he was too lazy to resist, so he let Murong Yan hold him in his arms.

The water was brought to his lips, Ning Jiwei originally thought that Murong Yan was going to feed him, so he lowered his head and wanted to drink it, but unexpectedly he didn't get the water, instead he watched Murong Yan take the porcelain cup away.

The rim of the porcelain cup touched Murong Yan's thin lips, Murong Yan took a sip of the water, lowered his head under Ning Jiwei's astonished gaze, and kissed Ning Jiwei's lips.

Ning Jiwei's eyes widened slightly, his heart was overwhelmed, but in the next moment, Murong Yan took away all his thoughts.

The water flowed into Ning Jiwei's mouth along the junction of the two, and Ning Jiwei swallowed it subconsciously, the coolness relieved the dryness in his throat, but at the same time, he also lost the forefather of expelling Murong Yan. machine.

His lips and teeth were firmly sealed, and the sudden storm-like plunder made Ning Jiwei a little out of breath. The images of last night surged up uncontrollably, and those afterimages appeared in front of Ning Jiwei's eyes.

The corners of his eyes were steamed again, and his body gradually softened under Murong Yan's attack.

There was confusion in the eyes.

"Heh..." Murong Yan let out a long breath, and finally let go of Ning Jiwei's lips mercifully.

The moment the lips parted, Ning Jiwei gasped for breath, he regained his composure, even though he wanted to get angry, the curse words barely stopped on his lips, but he saw Murong Yan hugging him tighter.

Murong Yan buried her head on the side of his neck, and said in a satisfied tone, "Master, it smells so good."

This tone...is she acting like a baby?

But the strange thing is that Ning Jiwei didn't feel repulsed by such a voice, such a tone, but rather... quite nice.

To be honest, if you distinguish carefully, Murong Yan's voice is indeed very special. With such a beautiful face, his voice is a little inconsistent with his face. Instead, his voice is kind of low-pitched, mixed with a hint of softness. Feel.

When he was talking about something seriously, or when he was intoxicated by something, his voice would be even lower, and even in the situation last night, when he whispered to Ning Ji, his voice was almost crisp to the bone ...

stop!Fuck!Ning Jiwei, what are you thinking!How can covet other people's voice?And I'm still thinking about those things...

ah!Ning Jiwei wanted to scratch his head!

"Master?" Murong Yan saw that Ning Ji frowned slightly, and subconsciously asked, "Master, do you feel unwell?"

As Murong Yan said, he wanted to use his spiritual power to search, but Ning Ji turned his head slightly to avoid it, and said softly, "It's okay."

It's really okay, Murong Yan last night was extremely gentle, Ning Jiwei didn't feel too uncomfortable, it didn't hurt, it was quite comfortable.

Even now, Ning didn't feel any discomfort at all, apart from lack of strength, there was nothing else.

"Does Master feel hungry? How about going to eat something?" Murong Yan asked tentatively.

"En." Ning Ji responded slightly.

He wanted to get up by himself, but when he saw the porridge Murong Yan prepared for him, he was not far away, thinking that there should be no problem with such a small distance, but before he got up halfway, he almost fell on Murong Yan because his legs were weak, Fortunately, Murong Yan caught it in time.

In this way, Ning Jiwei no longer had a reason to make a living by himself, so he could only let Murong Yan hug him.

"This porridge..." Ning Jiwei was hugged by Murong Yan, took a sip as Murong Yan fed him, and found that the taste of this porridge was very familiar, as if he had eaten it somewhere.

Murong Yan continued, saying: "This disciple made it himself, does Master like it?"

With your own hands... oh yes!Ning Jiwei remembered it!No wonder the taste of this porridge is so familiar!

The author has something to say:

Can the cuties feel Ah Yan's happiness?It's the kind of happiness that he has liked for many, many years, and now he finally gets it, wow!He really loves him! kswl~~