shut up, shameless old thief

Ji Bingzhu's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were full of watery light. He was lying on the ground with his long hair all over the floor, his hands grasping the grass on the ground, kissed hard by Bian Ling, and his slender fingers gripped Tight, tightly grasping the grass on the ground, let out an ambiguous whimper from the blocked throat.

Bian Ling pressed his chin, his pupils had turned into scarlet magic pupils at some point, it took a lot of effort to forcefully separate from Ji Bingzhu's lips, and put his hands on the ground on both sides of him, condescendingly watching he.

Lively and fragrant, this is the first reaction in Bian Ling's mind.

Ji Bingzhu was panting slightly, his lips were red, and there was still a trace of body fluid on the corners of his lips, his eyes were half closed, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly, looking at the bewildered and beautiful, it really made people's blood spurt, and it was really exciting to put on anyone She can't wait to tear off the naked clothes on his body, forcing him to cry unbearably in this posture.

Bian Ling gently touched his face with trembling hands, the last sliver of reason in his mind suppressed him and did not let him pounce on him immediately, he took a few breaths and closed his eyes slightly.

Most of the clothes on Ji Bingzhu's body had been rubbed off when the two were entangled, and half of his body was exposed outside, probably because he felt cold. Ji Bingzhu lifted his slender legs and kicked Bian Ling, half-closed. Eyes blurred: "It's so cold."

Bian Ling took a breath, and then became heavy. He looked at Ji Bingzhu, who didn't know what to do, and finally couldn't hold it back, and pressed his lips to his again.

Ji Bingzhu whimpered, probably because he felt comfortable, he opened his mouth slightly to cover Bian Ling's protruding lips, and mumbled Bian Ling's name vaguely.

Bian Ling's hands trembling slightly reached out to Ji Bingzhu's half-covered waist, and slowly separated his slender legs that were not covered much.

"Cough, cough, cough!" A dry cough suddenly came from not far away, interrupting Bian Ling's chaotic thoughts.

Bian Ling woke up suddenly, quickly withdrew his hand, and gathered Ji Bingzhu, who was naked on the ground, into his loose robe.

He hid Ji Bingzhu completely, and then looked at the source of the sound with a cold face.

Ah Ya and He Que were standing not far away and didn't dare to get closer. They probably watched the obscene scene just now. Anyway, Ah Ya's face was full of black lines, and He Que beside him was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. Is good.

Bian Ling lowered his head and straightened Ji Bingzhu's clothes, then used magic energy to transform a large cloak and spread it on the ground, and put Ji Bingzhu, who was sleeping in a mess, on it.

At this time, Ah Ya and He Que had also arrived nearby, Ah Ya looked at Bian Ling with a half-smile, then lowered his head to look at Ji Bingzhu, whose bare neck was covered with red marks, and said "tsk tut" twice, Said: "In broad daylight, you don't know shame?"

Bian Ling pretended to be calm with a cold face: "We didn't do anything."

A Ya sneered, and said: "Yeah, I didn't do anything, I just kissed and hugged and went to bed."

Bian Ling: "..."

He Que had a thin skin and didn't say anything to Bian Ling. He just stepped forward and touched Ji Bingzhu's forehead lightly. Ji Bingzhu felt hot all over his body in a daze, and wanted to throw off the clothes on his body in a daze. , Bian Ling at the side immediately stepped forward and grabbed his fidgeting hand, wrapping his clothes tighter.

Ji Bingzhu: "Woo...it's so hot."

Bian Ling coaxed him in a low voice: "It's not hot."

Ji Bingzhu still wanted to tear his clothes off: "Woooo...it's really hot, you, you let me go."

Bian Ling still firmly pressed his hand to prevent him from moving, and said word by word: "It's really not hot."

You are not the one who dares to be wrapped into a cocoon, of course you don't know the heat.

He Que couldn't see this "Bian Ling thinks you're not hot" behavior, and was a little dissatisfied: "He's hot, so don't wrap him up. Didn't you see that his face is covered with sweat?"

He Que was still a little displeased with this apprentice who put Ji Bingzhu under house arrest, and immediately ignored his thin-skinnedness, sneered, and said, "You have abused him like this, no wonder A-Yan wanted to escape from your side."

Bian Ling replied coldly: "You were the one who forcibly took him away, and I didn't abuse him."

The enemy settled the score, and sparks collided in an instant. Ah Ya who was beside him said impatiently: "Stop arguing, what is he going to do here? Looking for the spirit of the enchantment?"

Bian Ling also couldn't understand Ah Ya, so he glanced at him coldly and said, "Or else? Waiting for you to find love for him on the top of the mountain?"

A Ya: "You..."

The three men looked at each other disliked, wished they could slash each other, and stared at each other before they could say a few words, so they sat apart and ignored each other.

Ji Bingzhu probably didn't use up his spiritual power this time, so he slept until night and didn't turn back into a dumpling. Bian Ling sat beside him and stared at him intently, as if he wouldn't get bored seeing it forever, so Ji Bingzhu just woke up He noticed it right away.

Ji Bingzhu covered his head as soon as he woke up, bumped into Bian Ling's arms with a whimper, and whimpered, "My head hurts."

Bian Ling quickly pressed the painful place for him, and said softly: "Don't drink next time, you have to be the one who suffers."

Ji Bingzhu couldn't remember clearly what happened after he was drunk, he nodded vaguely, and said painfully: "I won't drink again next time."

It's just that he just said that when he was feeling uncomfortable, and when the next time came, he still had his scar healed and continued to drink without the pain.

Ji Bingzhu waited for a long time before he finally recovered a lot. He raised his head and glanced at A Ya and He Que next to him, and said, "Are you back?"

A Ya's nose sneered, "Yeah, I came back in time, otherwise you wouldn't even know you were eaten."

Ji Bingzhu said: "With Ah Ling here, I won't be eaten."

A Ya: "..."

A Ya stared at him bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Do you still remember that he is a magician?"

Ji Bingzhu: "Oh."

He glanced at Bian Ling, and instinctively wanted to run away, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind. He hesitated for a long time before lowering his head and whispering: "He...he is different from others. of."

Bian Ling was overjoyed, trying to control himself not to pounce, there were others around, so he stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Ji Bingzhu's palm, and then Ji Bingzhu shook it away vigorously.

He lowered his head and rubbed his hands. The place touched by Bian Ling just now became hot, which made him a little uncomfortable, and he muttered: "Don't touch me."

Bian Ling withdrew his hand graciously, and seemed to understand the principle of gradual progress——Ji Bingzhu knew from the beginning that he was the anger of the demon cultivator, and now he can barely care about it, maybe he can accept it later Be with yourself, don't ask yourself what your identity is.

Bian Ling's eyes slightly bent, wishing to bend Ji Bingzhu's whole body into his eyes.

Ah Ya's face was bloodied, and he returned to Ji Bingzhu's inner mansion to sleep, but He Que was not so lucky. He could only watch the two people tussling in front of him, and Ji Bingzhu It was a look of sweetness, and he didn't really intend to escape from Bian Ling's side. Instead, after shaking off Bian Ling's hand, he still dawdled to lean against that person.

With Ji Bingzhu's gesture, He Que couldn't step forward to stop him, so he had to say: "I'll find something to make a picture-in-picture."

Ji Bingzhu turned his head in his busy schedule: "Ah? It's in the wilderness, and it's getting dark. Where do you find things?"

In fact, He Que's entire outfit was in the painting, he just wanted to find an excuse not to be here to watch these two people doing good deeds. Hearing this, he shook his head, stood up and saluted, and said, "Just look for it."

After all, he turned and left, his back looked a little embarrassed.

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head: "What happened to him?"

Except for Ji Bingzhu, Bian Ling didn't care about other people at all. He said casually: "I don't know. Come here."

Ji Bingzhu walked over step by step, and as soon as he got close to Bian Ling, he stretched out his hand and sat him in his arms, folded his hands and hugged him in front of his chest, then turned his head while breaking his chin with one hand, and leaned over. kissed him.

Ji Bingzhu probably got used to being forced by his kisses from time to time in the past few days. Even if it wasn't for sugar, he could barely accept it. When he was kissed comfortably, he would respond instinctively. His mouth made a sweet and greasy sound, which almost made Bian Ling's body It was tense for an instant.

What does it feel like to hold in my arms my sweetheart who I have been thinking about for 200 years and who has been respected since childhood on the altar? I don’t know if other people have this kind of experience. It was about to explode, and I wished I could strangle this person to death in my arms.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know if he was being strangled, he whimpered, and patted Bian Ling's arm clasped around his waist vigorously, struggling to escape.

It took Bian Ling a lot of concentration to force Ji Bingzhu to let go, and before parting his lips, he bit his lips hard, probably too much force, and directly bit blood.

Ji Bingzhu took a few breaths, touched his lips with his hand, only to find that blood was bleeding, he slapped Bian Ling's head with his backhand, and said angrily: "Bastard!"

It's just that his breath is uncertain, his eyes are full of forced water, his whole body is weak and his strength is not strong, and this blow seems to be acting like a baby, Bian Ling immediately held him down and thought about doing it again.

Ji Bingzhu threw himself into his arms and said angrily: "Stop coming, it's annoying, I heard someone coming here, don't pull me, I'm going to kill him!"

Bian Ling also felt that the breath of the strange magic cultivator was constantly approaching them, and immediately let out a displeased "tsk", and then released Ji Bingzhu.

He picked up the black cloak on the ground, shook the grass on it, and put it directly on Ji Bingzhu.

Ji Bingzhu didn't want to wear it, so he frowned and said, "It's too hot, don't wear it."

If his black robe moves a lot, it will definitely reveal a large area of ​​skin. He would be willing to see it by himself without other people around him, but if he has to face other people, he will feel a little uncomfortable. Regardless of Ji Bingzhu's struggle, he will wear the black cloak. It landed on him, wrapping the whole body airtightly.

Ji Bingzhu didn't bother to pay attention to him, patted his hand away, and walked a few steps forward, the loose robe drooped, the fingers in the wide sleeves moved slightly, and the black crow feather sword appeared in his hand in an instant, clenched tightly.

There was still some blush on his face from when he was kissed just now, and his eyes were full of tears, but his face was extremely cold and stern. He stared indifferently at the direction where Moxiu came, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter. Whoever comes here, they all die."

Bian Ling looked at his expression from the side, and his heart suddenly moved.

It is completely different from the lively and fragrant posture just now. Ji Bingzhu, who is resolute and murderous, seems to be more likely to stir Bian Ling's heart.

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