Marry Long Aotian

Mo Hao later realized that the timing of getting the letter was not right, but it was too late, they were lying in the pile of letters, Yan Lingyun hugged him, and hadn't had time to get out.

Mo Yang's beautiful eyes looked at him under the letter.

Yan Lingyun stood up and hugged his legs.

……

In the end, Mo Yang bit the letter and opened his eyes in a daze among the pile of letters. The young man dug him out of the pile of letters. When he came out, there was still a layer of letters on Mo Yang's body, and he subconsciously hugged a pile of letters in his hands.

Yan Lingyun hugged him horizontally and put him on the recliner by the window.

Then he raised his hand to cast a spell, and the letters flew over like snowflakes, piled on the carpet, and surrounded the lounge chair.

Looking at Yan Lingyun's slender and healthy body, Mo Yang blushed slightly, and looked away: "I want to wear clothes."

Yan Lingyun chuckled, took out a robe casually, put it on her body, and took out a new set of unlined clothes, and helped Mo Chao, who was curled up, put it on.

Although still disheveled, but finally not so shameful.

But Mo Yang wore Yan Lingyun's disciple uniform for a while, and found something wrong again.

Chengzong's disciple's uniform was very clean, but his body was sticky. He had been kissed by Yan Lingyun over and over again, and there were even more excessive things. He felt weird wearing such clothes.

But the young man put on his clothes and hugged him again, Mo Yang sat on him, Yan Lingyun wrapped his arms around his waist, and picked up a letter with the other.

Mo Yang rubbed his head with him and gradually became close.

I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. He is actually a little unfamiliar with Yan Lingyun. He is still a little scared as the young people are getting more and more powerful.

She was also afraid in bed, even if he kept holding him.

Yan Lingyun said in a low voice, "I wrote so much."

Mo Chao replied obediently: "Almost every day." He thought for a while and added: "I miss you very much, too."

"Yeah." Yan Lingyun kissed him, "I miss you too."

The window was opened before, and the warm noon sun poured in. Yan Lingyun kissed him for a while, and then began to open the letter, holding him to read it.

Because the first letter was written on Wuming Peak, it was not well preserved, not only old, but also a little wrinkled.Yan Lingyun rubbed it for a while, and knew that Mo Yang had cried when he wrote the letter.

After opening the backpack and having the storage ring, the letter is as brand new as if it was just written last night.

In fact, Mo Yang wrote about very boring things, such as "I miss you so much", "I want to go fishing with you so much", "The Wuming Peak is so cold", "This bigu pill is really unpalatable", "The flying spirit beasts at the station want him too much" A spirit stone"... something like that.

But when connected, it's like a love letter, and some even draw a stick figure.Sometimes the stickman draws a ponytail and stabs people with a match sword. This is Yan Lingyun; sometimes he carries a piano on his back and sweeps the floor with a broom. With a heart attached.

The painting skills are touching... Mo Yang stared at the letter, wanting to leave this beautiful world.

This is the same level of shame as when he drew pictures in textbooks when he was a child, but was discovered by the teacher.

Fortunately, Yan Lingyun didn't read it out, just read it.

Many things that Mo Yang wanted to explain were written in it, including Xizhou and Xianzun, which was even clearer than what he said on the spot.So he leaned into Yan Lingyun's arms, basking in the sun.

The further you get to the back, the more beautiful the words are.

There are fewer and fewer records.

Because Mo Yang was in seclusion, he worked harder and harder to cultivate.

Twenty years have become clearer in letters.Seeing the back, Mo Yang gradually became a little sleepy. He was already very tired, but he just managed to talk to Yan Lingyun, and now he was hiding in his arms, closing his eyes unconsciously.

Yan Lingyun hugged him.

His eyes fell on the letter, and he stroked it quietly.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.If you are separated from your beloved, you have no worries and no fears.

But Yan Lingyun's practice is not ruthless, he has something in his heart, he has frankly accepted that he will worry about one person, and he will not allow anyone to hurt him with excuses.

It's one thing to be acceptable, quite another to be in it.

Yan Lingyun stroked Mo Yang's body inch by inch, and touched his forehead.

Now Mo Yang is very good, fresh and healthy.

He didn't suffer an accident, was lonely and helpless, and disappeared quietly in a corner; he didn't suffer all kinds of hard work, become weathered and old, and hide in the mountains and don't want to see him.He became a teacher, reshaped his spiritual roots, and became a disciple of Xizhou, happily in front of him.

As before.

Mo Yang slept soundly. In his dream, Yan Lingyun hugged him all the time, warm and gentle, covering him and letting him sleep inside.

Jianxiu's body is very strong and tall, Yan Lingyunyuan looked handsome, but when he took off his clothes and hugged him, he knew how powerful he was.

When he woke up again, his whole body was refreshed, having been washed.

The bed was replaced with a new one, and the side door of the room was opened. It turned out to be a small deck, or a small terrace. Wisteria grew horizontally along the low railing, and the sea of ​​clouds billowed in front of it. It was dusk.

Yan Lingyun sat there with the tail of his hair blown by the wind, flipping his hands over to grill the meat for him.

Mo Yang was awakened by the aroma, he got out of bed, and sat next to the young man obediently, clinging to him.

The aroma of the barbecue was overflowing, and there was a flash of inspiration. It didn't look like an ordinary spiritual food.

"This is Yizhangqing, a Tier [-] monster." A faint smile flashed in Yan Lingyun's eyes, "I saw him bump into him, so I hunted it casually."

The fourth-order monsters are equivalent to golden cores. It is the nature of monsters to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They just want to stay eight hundred miles away, and it is basically impossible to run into the spirit boat of Zixiao Xianzong.This one zhangqing was just unlucky, because the natural enemy was chasing it, it passed by far away, and was caught by Yan Lingyun's spiritual sense, thinking that its meat was delicious and good for cultivation, so he hunted it to please his lover.

Mo Yang really enjoyed eating, not only eating by himself, but also handing the meat to Yan Lingyun's mouth to feed him.

Yan Lingyun took his hand and ate a stick in one bite.

Mo Yang even fed him drinks.

There is an enchantment on the small terrace, outsiders can't see them, Mo Yang is very relaxed, the fear of being locked up and loved for three days fades away, and in the evening sun, he unconsciously clings to him.

One side also simmered porridge, which can relieve the greasy.

There was still an enchantment restricting 996 teleportation on the terrace, Mo Yang thought about it, and asked others: "How did you find me?"

He obviously made a disguise and sat far enough away, Yan Lingyun didn't look at him the whole time, how did he confirm it?

Yan Lingyun smiled lightly, didn't tell him, but gently tore off the barbecue and fed him some.

The root of the wings of Zhangqing, the most fragrant place, Mo Yang took a bite and couldn't help but take another bite.

Delicious.

He quickly forgot what happened before, and smiled at Yan Lingyun.

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The fleet of Sumeru Peak was the slowest among all the fleets because it stayed in Tianyong City for a long time.

At this moment, most of the disciples sent by Zixiao Xianzong to participate in the event have already arrived at Bitong Academy, including Ye Qiushui.

When Ye Qiushui entered the Immortal Sect for many years, he worshiped the main peak Wuxing Peak. Although he did not have a personal master, he has been practicing under the name of the peak master. He worked hard and succeeded in building alchemy five years ago.

There are many old friends on the same boat as him.

Among them were Lu Shuo and Zhou Yu who had worked hard to get in.When they got on the boat successfully, they thought it was just a change of luck. They had high hopes for this grand event, they only hoped that they could soar into the sky, be valued by the elders, and that all hardships would be rewarded.

When Ye Qiushui saw them on the boat a few days ago, Zhou Yu was rather complacent, and many people gathered around him again.

Because the disciples who got the boat tickets could take others with them, many of them would not hesitate to spend a lot of money just to serve as attendants, Ye Qiushui was not surprised by this, and only smiled lightly.

With the passage of time, the five surnames in Yanbei, the fourteen immortal sects, the seventy ancient sects... the more famous forces from the five continents have all arrived, and all of them are extraordinary, except for the Dongfang family.Ye Qiushui observed secretly, the faces of the Dongfang family members seemed a little gloomy, they didn't even bother to do superficial kung fu, and they didn't know what happened on the road.

And one month later, she finally arrived at Mount Sumeru's fleet.