My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

"Fear?"

Gorgeous and deep voice, full of charm, his bony fingers lightly touched Su Qingyun's face, the fingertips slowly rubbed, and slid over the handsome eyebrows, straight nose, to the moist and glossy lips , press firmly.

Su Qingyun took a deep breath, staring at the Demon Lord who had regained his figure, and couldn't help but recall the feeling of terror and oppression when he was threatened by him in the cave. He struggled, turned his head away, and inadvertently glanced at long sword.

It was the Ice Soul Shocking Sword restored to its original size!

Su Qingyun took a tight breath, and stretched out his hand to grab the sword, but Jun Xuanmo's big palm clasped his wrist even faster, and pressed it to the ground.

"Want to take a sword? Huh?" Jun Xuanmo tilted his head, grabbed Su Qingyun's other hand, and pressed it to the top of his head. His huge body was like a mountain, and Su Qingyun couldn't breathe.

Having spent a few days with the little Demon Lord, he actually neglected that he is essentially a ten thousand-year Demon Lord with deep cultivation and powerful strength. He has the vicious behavior of killing life-saving benefactors as sacrifices. And changed.

Su Qingyun's whole body tensed up, he gritted his teeth, and stared at Jun Xuanmo sharply.

"Why does Junior Brother Qingyun look at me like this?" Jun Xuanmo lowered his head and moved closer to him, their auras were so close that they were about to intertwine.

"I was negligent." Su Qingyun felt unwilling.

"Senior brother, I have to thank my junior brother." Jun Xuanmo said, "I never expected that this ice soul shocking sword would recognize my junior brother as the master."

Recognize the Lord?

Su Qingyun couldn't help looking at the Ice Soul Shocking Sword that was close at hand, but he was suppressed and couldn't get it at all.

"Hehe." Jun Xuanmo let go of his hand, a teasing light flashed in his purple eyes. "Junior brother, are you afraid that I will treat you as a sacrifice again?"

"...Isn't it...?" Su Qingyun asked suspiciously.

"Since I made a promise to you, I won't go back on my promise." Jun Xuanmo brushed back the hair that was hanging on his forehead, revealing a flowery flame mark. "Thank you, Junior Brother, for solving my problems."

Su Qingyun was dubious, he moved his free hands and stared at Junxuan Mo Guangguo's body.

Light fruit!

He couldn't help looking around, and saw a few small pieces of ivory-colored rags on the corner of the table.

That is--

"It's a pity that junior brother made such an exquisite little coat for me, but it was torn." Jun Xuanmo said with regret.

Su Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Jun Xuanmo didn't seem to be trying to embarrass him, his heart relaxed a bit.

"Senior brother, please move away from me." Su Qingyun said calmly.

Jun Xuanmo stretched out his fingers and picked his belt, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, since I have returned to normal, the cassock on your body should be returned to its original owner."

Su Qingyun was startled, and touched the soft clothes.

The Heavenly Feather True Scale Robe was originally Jun Xuanmo's cassock. Because he became smaller, he temporarily let himself wear it. Now that he has recovered his real body, it should indeed return to the original owner.

"Wait a moment." Su Qingyun held his hand pulling his belt, and said seriously, "I'll do it myself."

But Jun Xuanmo shook his head, and said with a light smile: "It's better for the senior brother to help the junior brother get rid of it himself."

Su Qingyun was stunned, but before he could react, his hands were clasped tightly by Jun Xuanmo's big palm again, pressing them to the top of his head.

"You—" Su Qingyun stared.

Jun Xuanmo dexterously tugged at his belt with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "Your brother is reluctant?"

"Since it belongs to senior brother, how can you not give it up?" Su Qingyun suffocated, "Senior brother...quickly stop..."

"Well, junior brother is ticklish?" Jun Xuanmo raised his eyebrows curiously, and touched a few more times to confirm.

"Ah—" Su Qingyun's whole body trembled, his face was a little flustered. "Brother! Don't touch—"

"Eh? So ticklish?" Jun Xuanmo was surprised. Seeing the tears in the corner of Su Qingyun's eyes, he said in disbelief, "I can't bear to touch it through clothes?"

Su Qingyun blushed, turned her head away in annoyance, and stared at Bingpo Shocking Sword.

"Yo, are you angry?" Jun Xuanmo let out a magnetic low laugh.

"Take it off quickly, don't touch it randomly." Su Qingyun gritted his teeth.Skills are not as good as others, he is at the mercy of others, he admits to failure.

"Since the younger brother asks so much, the older brother will not be polite." Jun Xuanmo said slowly, his movements were slow and gentle, and the outer robe was easily pulled away.

Su Qingyun closed his eyes tightly, his forehead was sweating, and his breathing was difficult.

Jun Xuanmo lowered his eyes, seeing the young man trembling, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, let go of his wrists, moved his palms to the top of his head, and rubbed them gently.

Being soothed, Su Qingyun raised his eyelids in surprise, his long and thick eyelashes trembled, and his black eyes looked directly at Jun Xuanmo's handsome face that was as perfect as an ice sculpture.

He breathed carefully, for fear that the man with a soft expression at this moment was his hallucination.

"...Brother..." He couldn't help calling out.

"En." Jun Xuan Mo responded.

Su Qingyun slowly relaxed his body and let out a long breath.

However, he seemed to relax too early. After Jun Xuanmo touched his head, he moved his hand to his neckline and asked hoarsely, "Junior brother seems to be looking forward to it?"

expect?

Su Qingyun's face darkened, and he quickly grabbed Jun Xuanmo's presumptuous hand, and stopped him: "Does brother like to force people so much?"

"Is this coercion?" Jun Xuanmo resolved his blocking movement, and unbuttoned his jacket and underwear in a few strokes. "I want my clothes back, what's wrong with that? Huh?"

Su Qingyun was originally afraid of his mighty power, but being treated so rudely, even the clay figurine became angry.Although he is usually calm and calm, it does not mean that he is cowardly and easy to bully. Once the backlog of emotions reaches the peak, he will explode violently.

"Jun, Xuan, Mo!" He shouted in a deep voice.

"Ok?"

"Zheng-"

Accompanied by his anger, piercing sword sounds resounded in the room, and the two people who were arguing looked at the Ice Soul Shocking Sword that was lying on the ground at the same time.

But seeing it stand upright suddenly, emitting a golden light, Jun Xuanmo quickly let go of Su Qingyun, forming a seal in his hand, trying to resist the sharpness emanating from the sword, but his seal was not yet completed, and the Bingpo Shocking Sword slammed shoot at him.

"what?"

Su Qingyun exclaimed, but seeing Jun Xuanmo was shrouded in golden light, in an instant, the weight on his body lightened, and a small ball of flesh fell from mid-air and landed on his belly.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and the voice of the village head came from outside the door.

"My lord, what happened? Why are you screaming?"

Su Qingyun lay discouraged on the ground, with his hands covering his face, his ears were red.

"...It's okay, I made some mistakes in my practice, it's not a serious problem." He replied calmly.

When the village head heard that the Venerable was still practicing in the middle of the night, he stopped talking. "My lord, please rest earlier."

"Thank you." Su Qingyun said.

After a while, it became quiet outside, and Su Qingyun looked at the little demon king lying on his belly through the dim light.

The Ice Soul Shocking Sword turned into a hairpin again, and was inserted into Jun Xuanmo's grip, and he seemed to have consumed too much magic energy, his eyes were closed tightly, and he fell into a coma.

With a complicated expression on his face, Su Qingyun grabbed the little Mozun from his belly, put it aside, got up and straightened his robes.

Tightening his belt and buttons, he looked down at Jun Xuanmo who was lying on the ground.

It's so hateful, to be so...molesting him like this!

Su Qingyun tightened her neckline and put on her belt. After finishing cleaning, she squatted down and looked at Jun Xuanmo like an ant.

Stretched out his finger and poked it, the little man remained motionless.

Su Qingyun suddenly thought of something, picked him up a little nervously, turned him over in the palm of his hand, stared at his small chest carefully, observed for a long time, and found that his chest was still heaving together, he relaxed tone.

Seeing the broken piece of cloth at the corner of the table, Su Qingyun stroked his forehead.

He got up, came to the bed, put Jun Xuanmo on the soft quilt, pulled a small corner of the quilt, and covered his small body.

Jun Xuanmo sank into the quilt, rubbed his bun-like face, and let out a small snort.

Su Qingyun stared at his sleeping face for a long time, when the oil lamp on the table was about to go out, he sighed softly, went back to the table, picked up the wick, and made it light up again.

Righted the overturned teacup, put it back to its original position, picked up the fruits on the table and the ground and put them back on the plate, re-laid the purple cassock, found the dagger under the table, and cut out a small film clothing.

The sky gradually brightened, the oil lamp had already been burned out, and a wisp of green smoke curled up. Su Qingyun put down his needle and thread, put the sewn small clothes on the table, and checked carefully to see if there were any mistakes.

Three sets of delicate robes in purple, tender yellow, and navy blue were placed neatly on the table. The styles were unique yet gorgeous, the stitches were fine and even, and the embellished embroidery patterns were beautiful and elegant, full of three-dimensionality.

Su Qingyun pinched the center of her eyebrows, feeling a little tired.

Put away leftovers, tidy up the table, picked up three sets of small clothes, and went to the bedside, but saw the little devil sleeping in a strange posture, and at some point, he lay down on the pillow, sticking out Guangguo's little buttocks.

He shook his head, put the little clothes by the pillow, lifted the quilt, took off his shoes, and lay down in the clothes.

Tired all night, Tieda's body couldn't hold on anymore.

After closing his eyes for half a moment, he fell into a deep sleep.

As the morning sun rises, cocks crow and dogs bark, the devils in the village get up to work one after another. The men walk into the fields together, the women feed the poultry, and the children naughtily chase after them to play games, full of vitality.

The village chief's house was no exception, everyone got up early, except for the demon who stayed overnight, the door was closed and there was no movement.But no one dared to disturb them. Firstly, most of the demon cultivators were arrogant, and the demons dared not offend them. Second, last night the village chief heard the noise and went over to greet him. He learned that he was still practicing in the middle of the night and might have just rested in the morning. Down.

In this way, Su Qingyun slept until noon.

Jun Xuanmo moved, grabbed a handful of hair, and couldn't help grabbing it. After pulling for a while, he felt something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes, and Su Qingyun's handsome facial features caught his eye.

He sat up abruptly, looked up at the sleeping Su Qingyun as if looking at a giant, raised his hand in shock and touched his head, and touched the Ice Soul Shocking Sword stuck in the bun without accident.

what happened?

He has already recovered his real body, why has he become smaller again?

Clenching his small fists angrily, two flames ignited in his purple eyes, wanting to wake up Su Qingyun, he suddenly glanced at three sets of exquisite little robes arranged neatly beside the pillow.

The author has something to say: Jun Xuanmo is facing the wind, his black hair and robe fluttering, and his face is deep.

Su Qingyun: Brother... don't squat on the window sill, be careful of falling.

Jun Xuanmo: ...