After Xianjun lost his memory, Mozun just wanted to leave his husband

Want to know the sky, don't suffer in the palace,

Yin Wanshen was lying on the wide seat, with Chu Shichao's legs resting on his head, restlessly playing with the jade pendant on Chu Shichao's waist with his fingers.

Chu Shichao held an ancient book in one hand and watched it quietly, while the other hand with nothing to do occasionally entangled Yin Wanshen's black hair.

After returning from Yuzong for two days, they did not have any plans for the next move.

"Brother." Yin Wanshen tugged on Yupei.

"Ok?"

Yin Wanshen sat up, resting her head on Chu Shichao's raised arm, leaning half of her body in his arms, tightly blocking his view of reading.

"Sifang told me this morning that the materials for recasting Shimian have been found."

His cold eyes followed Chu Shichao closely, and his pale fingertips nodded towards Chu Shichao's chin, "When will it start?"

They are both sword cultivators, and Yin Wanshen naturally knows how important the spirit sword is.

That day when Chu Shichao broke the sword for him, he was really surprised.

Shi Mian is Chu Shichao's personal spiritual sword, and he has been practicing with him so far, emotionally it is no small matter.

What's more, Shimian has collected the purest spiritual energy from the world, and has already begun to have spiritual consciousness, and will definitely become a famous weapon in the future.

"No rush." ​​Chu Shichao looked calm, and rubbed against his side, "It won't be too late to practice in the future."

It takes time and energy to practice casting a spirit sword, and there are two months left before the Immortal Gate Conference, when he will run out of skills, Yin Wancan only face Yu Liantian and others alone.

"Why are you not in a hurry." Yin Wanshen frowned, "Without a spirit sword, how can you..."

"How?" Chu Shichao took the time to rest, put down the book, and wrapped his arms tightly to hold him in his arms.

The warm breath was getting closer, Yin Wan's crow-like eyelashes drooped slightly, the corners of her lips curled up, and her cold fingertips touched Chu Shi's pulse beating towards her neck, pulling her closer.

The lips are so close, Yin Wanshen is wicked and refuses to kiss.

He pecked lightly at the side of Chu Shi first: "Without a spirit sword, how can you protect me?"

The soft and wet touch on his face made Chu Shichao squint his eyes, and the cold peach blossom fragrance from the person in his arms lingered at the tip of his nose, tempting him to explore.

"It's still okay without it." Chu Shichao reciprocated courteously, kissed Yin Wanshen on the eyelids, and the people under him trembled with satisfaction, "The sword is in my heart, and it is also in your heart."

He clearly sensed Yin Wanshen's unspoken thoughts, and the person in his arms was always trying to keep him out of danger.

Warm hands stroked his black hair at the temples, and he sighed softly.

"A Yin," Chu Shichao said in a deep voice, "I will accompany you."

When Chu Shichaohan kissed her, Yin Wanshen trembled violently.

He simply couldn't resist his longing Taoist companion, looking at him with such an expression.The familiar deep voice reminded him of the days and nights in the past when he couldn't hold himself back.

Immortal cultivators pay attention to breaking away from the secular world, so they have to indica, the fireworks in the world.

He also pays attention to seeing through the world of mortals and not being contaminated by love.

But the two of them, contaminated by fireworks, know more about love.

You rubbed/rubbed to make a fire before you broke your mind, but after you broke your mind, you didn't know the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Yin Wanshen was savored carefully, his mind was in a mess, and it was inevitable that he would be emotional.

After the kiss was over, he closed his eyes and hummed softly, his forehead resting on Chu Shichao's shoulder, unwilling to leave.

"Before amnesia..." Chu Shichao stroked the back of the person in his arms, and asked hoarsely, "I treat you like this too?"

Speaking of this, Yin Wanshen regained his spirits.

He was sitting on Chu Shichao's lap, but at this moment he supported his shoulders and got up, opened his legs, and sat astride him.

"It's even worse than that."

Yin Wanshen bit her Yinhong lower lip, her cold eyes were filled with dark tides, and red tides appeared at the end of her eyes.

Yin Wanshen doesn't like to admit defeat, let alone being the one being controlled.

He sat on Chu Shichao's lap and smiled.Leaning forward, she opened the light-colored skirt of the person in front of her, tentatively, and lightly licked her Adam's apple.

Chu Shichao took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and an unknown fire rushed up and down his head.

Looking at the eyes of the person in front of him hiding a smirk, he held Yin Wanshen's slender waist with one hand, and his eyes were deep: "Continue."

Yin Wanshen smiled, showing her demonic nature faintly.

Chu Shichao asked him to continue, he didn't agree, straightened up, untied Chu Shichao's waist belt that was in the way, and said in a low voice, "You know, what do you look like now?"

"I don't know."

Chu Shichao leaned back in his chair and let Yin Wan take off his clothes.

"Like..." Yin Wanshen slipped her Adam's apple, supported Chu Shichao with one hand, bit his earlobe gently, gently grinding her white teeth, and snorted happily like a sleeping cat.

Warm big hands pinched his waist, and Yin Wanshen's aggressiveness gradually arose from the forceful and possessive action.

He might not be able to deal with the Taoist companion before he lost his memory, but the Taoist companion with amnesia in front of him is still fine.

"Like a man from a good family who was forced by me." Yin Wanshen snorted, "He who has never experienced anything in the world..."

The last two words were hidden in Chu Shichao's ears, and the hand holding Yin Wanshen's waist suddenly tightened, and the two of them fit together extremely well. If it weren't for the two layers of clothes, the cold body would be tainted with warmth.

Yin Wanshen raised her head and let out a "hiss", biting her Adam's apple in courteous reciprocity, hooking Chu Shichao's black hair with pain and joy.It seems that Taoist companions who have no memory cannot be provoked.

"It belongs to a dog." Yin Wanshen pushed him away, his eyes sparkled, and he lowered his jaw when he raised his head to kiss Chu, "Don't bite."

Chu Shichao didn't know if he listened or not, he hooked his chin and deepened the kiss.

Shortness of breath, lips and tongue intertwined, cold fingertips inserted into the layers of clothes, sticking to the warm and firm skin.The belt was torn apart forcefully, and the inner garment was also pulled to the hem.

Everything Chu Shichao did was in the direction Yin Wancan expected.

He guided him patiently, just like Chu Shichao guided him the first time.

When the love was strong, Yin Wanshen bit Chu Shichao's shoulder, not forgetting to hook him, and said maliciously: "I don't know if it will be different after amnesia."

The tip of the soft red tongue slid over the corners of the lips, but for a moment, it was enough for Chu Shichao to have an endless aftertaste.

The bow was fully drawn, and the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Yin Wanshen's eyes were dark, and when she was about to shoot an arrow with Chu Shichao, there was a loud knock on the palace door.

"..."

Damn it!

"My lord!" Qin Wulie shouted happily from outside the door, and then patted twice, "My lord, are you there?"

Yin Wanshen's body was stiff, supporting Chu Shichao's posture without embarrassment.The flush on Bai Jing's chest faded by half.

Chu Shichao sighed, pulled Yin Wancan's clothes from his waist to cover his imaginative back, then fished back his belt and tied it on him.

"My lord?" Qin Wulie was still waiting outside the door.

Yin Wanshen rolled over from Chu Shichao, his face was numb, "If there is a chance, I will definitely send him to the dungeon."

He was puzzled why he was always disturbed when he was making out with Chu Shichao!Xiao Zhao, Chu Wanqian, Qin Wulie, one counts as the other, don't think about it in the future!

"It doesn't matter." Chu Shichao had already packed up, holding an ancient book, and he was a clear and indifferent righteous fairy.

Yin Wan's teeth were itchy, but he waved his hand to open the palace door and let Qin Wulie in.

"My lord, Lord Chengyuan." Qin Wulie didn't notice anything was wrong, and said to himself in a good mood, "I thought you weren't here."

"Are you in a hurry to find me something?"

"Yes." Qin Wulie slapped his forehead, but he forgot without the Lord telling him.

He took out a scroll from his arms, "This is just sent by Sect Master Chu."

Yin Wanshen was about to get up, coughed, and sat down again.Gogou's finger scroll was in his hand.

"What did your master send the scroll for?"

"Or ask us to go to Mingzong." Chu Shichao guessed.

Chu Yushan was in Mingzong for three days and was about to return to Chuzong.At this time, I delivered the letter to him, and I didn't know what to think.

Yin Wanshen opened the scroll and glanced at it twice.

Chu Shichao guessed well, there was only a short line on the scroll: I am waiting for you at Mingzong.

"Could it be that your master noticed something was wrong?" Yin Wanshen put down the scroll and patted his palm twice, "Or... saw Ming Mangosteen?"

Qin Wulie sent the scroll and had already retreated. At this time, there were only two people in the hall.

"It's not impossible." Chu Shichao turned a page of the book, "You'll know as soon as you go."

Yin Wan smiled, looking at the restored pond outside the hall, smiled slowly.

Well, go check it out.