East China Sea dust

Ao Zhan walked steadily, under the almost astonished gaze of the guards at the door, he carried the young man across his arms and walked out all the way.

The weight in his arms was so light that it could almost be ignored. Ao Zhan glanced over from the corner of his eyes, and saw the pale skin under the loose neckline and the thin and prominent collarbone.

At this time, two maidservants who had become spirits from clam shells were waiting at the gate of the courtyard with their heads bowed.Seeing Ao Zhan approaching with the young man in his arms, he backed away in fear and trepidation, and raised his hand to pull the gate of the outer courtyard.

Ao Zhan stepped over the threshold and quickly walked into the back room.

After entering the door, Ao Zhanping retreated, walked straight to a mahogany color-carved screen, let go of Zhang Qinglan, and let people sit directly on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Putting his hands on the young man's side, Ao Zhan leaned over slightly, turned his head to kiss the young man's lips.A vague aura passed between the entangled lips and teeth of the two, nourishing Zhang Qinglan's exhausted spirit.

The sea of ​​qi of ordinary people is doomed not to be able to store much spiritual power.For young people, if they want to warm and nourish their bodies, they can only rely on cleansing their tendons over and over again, and pouring a lot of spiritual energy back to make up for their congenital deficiencies.

Ao Zhan supported the back of Zhang Qinglan's neck, and his posture was almost forceful to close the distance between the two of them.Rough fingertips rubbed against the fair and delicate skin of the back of the young man's neck, and the tips of the teeth were slightly forceful, biting and kissing the other's lips.

I don't know how long it took before Ao Zhan released him contentedly.

The young man panted and raised his head, the corners of his eyes were subconsciously covered with a thin layer of red, he put his hands on his knees obediently, and deliberately put some distance away from Ao Zhan, but on the surface he behaved like normal.

Ao Zhan lifted the young man's chin, and watched the other party's face gradually return from appalling paleness to normal, with a slightly pale complexion.

The fingertips touched the nearly healed wound on the side of Zhang Qinglan's face, and the warm touch was transmitted immediately.

Ao Zhan opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Zhang Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tightened her five fingers that were originally flat on her knees.

He pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then nodded hesitantly: "Yes."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan let go of the hand pinched on the back of the opponent's neck, nodded and signaled: "Then say it."

So Zhang Qinglan frowned, and recounted to Ao Zhan all the monsters and ghosts she met in this world, as well as the fight with Yao Yitang in the phantom formation.

"Bi's siblings should have been taken away by Yao Yitang. I saw Bi Jing's wine bottle in Baihualou before. If she didn't lie, the girl will be able to go home safely in a few days."

The clear voice of the young man resounded in the bedroom, talking to Ao Zhan.

"It's just that apart from the longevity lock, I haven't found any traces of Bi Xin from the cracks or phantom array... He may have been taken away by others."

Ao Zhan didn't expect Zhang Qinglan to talk to him about these trivial things, with a stinky face, he asked him while the young man paused: "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Qinglan thought she had already told everything she knew.Looking at Ao Zhan's obviously dissatisfied face, he thought for a while, and tentatively said:

"I found that the flower demon doesn't seem to be able to control the transformation...every time she appears, the clothes and decorations on her body are imitating the appearance of the people she has seen before, and they are exactly the same."

Still not able to hear what he wanted to hear, Ao Zhan's face was so dark that he could drip ink.

"I stole the longevity lock from Bi Xin." Zhang Qinglan lowered her voice, looked at Ao Zhan's expression, and finally fell silent: "When I find him, I will return it..."

"Is this what you want to say?" Ao Zhan couldn't help interrupting.

What flashed through my mind was Zhang Qinglan's determination to jump forward, and the cool touch of her fingertips lightly resting on the back of her hand.

Ao Zhan couldn't figure out why Zhang Qinglan was being treated so harshly by him, and now he could still show a face that had nothing to do with him, chatting endlessly about those trivial things that were basically insignificant.

Zhang Qinglan caught the impatience in the man's tone, and shrank back subconsciously.

He glanced out indiscriminately, avoiding Ao Zhan's sharp eyes.As if deliberately avoiding some topic: "Yes, that's it."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Zhang Qinglan sat on the edge of the table with her head bowed, her toes were shaking off the ground.

Suddenly, as if he had finally made a decision, Zhang Qinglan raised his hand to hold Ao Zhan's face, and leaned forward with his whole body, gently wrapping his mouth around the man's lower lip, actually inviting him to kiss him.

Ao Zhan remained motionless, watching with cold eyes.

The kitten's licking movements lasted for a short time, and soon after feeling the other party's indifference, Zhang Qinglan let go of her hands.

For the first time, a bewildered and flustered expression appeared on the young man's face.

"Ao Zhan," Zhang Qinglan rubbed off the table, with a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't be angry."

He stretched out his hand and carefully tugged on the man's sleeve, subconsciously licking the corner of his dry lips.

Ao Zhan couldn't see Zhang Qinglan's eyes, his expression was gloomy, and he pointed out: "Don't blame me?"

Zhang Qinglan seemed to have never thought that Ao Zhan would ask such a question, and froze in place like a piece of wood.

Following Ao Zhan's questioning, the suffocating feeling of being strangled by someone's neck seemed to resurface.

Zhang Qinglan knew in her heart that at least at that moment, Ao Zhan really wanted to kill herself.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man escaped from his nightmare memories.

His expression obviously dimmed, Zhang Qinglan shook his head slowly, and said slowly, "No..."

Ao Zhan frowned and reprimanded him in a low voice: "Lie."

It's a matter of life, how could there be no resentment, it's just that he hid it well enough so that he didn't see it.

"You are interesting," Ao Zhan pondered for a long time, then suddenly leaned over, lifted the young man's waist and hips, and carried him to the bed: "What is the purpose of following me quietly for two years?"

Zhang Qinglan hung on the man's body, wrapped her hands around the man's shoulders, pursed her lips and shook her head: "I can't say it."

Unexpectedly, after hearing his perfunctory answer, Ao Zhan didn't go into it until the end.

Letting go of Zhang Qinglan on the bed, Ao Zhan forcibly ignored the subtle obscurity in his heart, and said impatiently: "Forget it, just don't say it if you don't want to say it."

After speaking, he straightened up and wanted to leave directly.

Unexpectedly, the moment he was about to turn around, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the person behind him.

Zhang Qinglan used the last of her strength to grab the man's skirt, and when the other party was defenseless, she pulled him down on her body.

The young man lay under the man's body, with thick eyelashes hanging down.Only in the blink of an eye, two restless hands reached Ao Zhan's waist.

The slender, white fingertips moved nimbly, and they untied the man's belt almost effortlessly.

Zhang Qinglan stood up and leaned forward, breathing warmly between Ao Zhan's neck, kissed the side of the other's neck lightly, and licked the man's sensitive ear with the tip of her tongue.

Ao Zhan was unprepared, his face darkened when he realized Zhang Qinglan's actions: "What are you doing?"

As if Zhang Qinglan had never heard of it, she licked her lower lip with the tip of her bright red tongue, her hands kept moving, she lifted up Ao Zhan's clothes, and saw that her hands were about to reach in——

But the man grabbed the thin and white wrist: "..."

Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes and raised her head in confusion: "Don't you want it, Master?"

Ao Zhan froze for a moment, then his expression sank a bit, and he said coldly: "Except for Yao Yitang, is your mind full of such things?"

Zhang Qinglan gasped in pain, and her movements stopped because of this.A pair of phoenix eyes raised slightly to look at Ao Zhan, his eyes were full of puzzlement and doubt.

He has always been very self-aware.

The Dragon King is very suspicious, and there will be no unknown stranger by his side.

Because of his pure body, Ao Zhan couldn't take the initiative to kill him, and he just followed the Dragon King with shamelessness.

Apart from this skin that can make people vent their desires, Ao Zhan is satisfied for the time being, Zhang Qinglan can't think of any other reasons that are enough to drive the other party to tolerate him.

As if suddenly remembering something, Ao Zhan's momentum suddenly changed, and he became stern: "The wound on my body has not healed yet, so I am busy practicing the technique of harvesting and mending."

"Zhang Qinglan, is that why you want spiritual power so much?"

Ao Zhan's face was gloomy, he pinched the young man's chin, and poured the majestic spiritual energy into the young man's body along his fingertips with a cold face.

Immediately, Zhang Qinglan was completely enveloped by the vast sea of ​​spiritual power, washing it through his veins and flesh over and over again.

Different from the aura that was used for warming and nourishing before, the pain of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow immediately made the young man cry out in pain.

"So, are you satisfied?" Ao Zhan said coldly, condescendingly.

Zhang Qinglan's vision blurred from the pain, and she couldn't help struggling.But he clearly felt that those real dragon auras seemed to be conscious, gradually repairing his chronic illnesses, and even his sea of ​​qi was also expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After this encounter, Zhang Qinglan's hands and feet became limp and weak, and she was paralyzed under Ao Zhan's body, unable to move.

As a result, a small gold silk bag fell from the side, and a black rough stone also fell out of it.

Ao Zhan lowered his head and glanced at the stone, thinking it was another piece of junk that the young man picked up from somewhere, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Picking him up from the bed again and hugging him in his arms, he held the other person's slender waist and told him viciously, "Don't move around."

Pulling Jin up, Ao Zhancong picked up the stone, put it back into the Qiankun bag, and stuffed it back into Zhang Qinglan's arms at will.

Through the layered gauze curtains, the light of the candles outside was somewhat dimmed.The light shone through the golden silk curtain, casting a gently swaying shadow on the ground.

Covering the young man's eyes with his hand, Ao Zhan reprimanded impatiently: "Sleep."

Probably because she was trained to be obedient, Zhang Qinglan was finally willing to stop, and nestled in the man's arms obediently, motionless.

The room finally returned to silence.

Ao Zhan's broad and strong palm covered the young man's eyelids, blocking most of the light.

Naturally, he didn't notice the stunned expression of the young man under his palm—only Zhang Qinglan was stiff all over, buried in Ao Zhan's arms, and his eyes were wide open.

He clearly saw it.

The moment Ao Zhan touched the Love Test Stone just now, the patterns of worry and thought on the surface of the stone flashed brightly.