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Ao Zhan grasped Zhang Qinglan's wrist with his left hand, and held on to a thin waist with his right hand, tilted his head slightly, and approached the neck of the young man in his arms.

After sniffing it a few times, the smell of inferior makeup powder belonging to Bi Jing really left traces on Zhang Qinglan's body, and it gave Lord Dragon King a headache.

The Dragon King, who felt offended by mere mortals, attributed the fault to Zhang Qinglan, and blamed him for attracting bees and butterflies unreasonably.

In the posture of locking the man in his arms, Ao Zhan simply took a bite directly on the side of the young man's neck, holding a small piece of flesh in his tiger teeth and exerting a little force. Soon, a trace of bloody smell permeated his mouth.

Seeing that Zhang Qinglan's white neck was cut open, a few bright red blood beads came out, and were licked off by Ao Zhan not too gently, the cold sticky lips and tongue were still lingering on the wound**.

Ao Zhan bit Zhang Qinglan's neck and did not let go, his face was gloomy, while tightening his arms around the young man's waist, he mumbled harsh words: "I want to kill her."

Zhang Qinglan is clear in her heart, it is impossible for Ao Zhan to do anything to ordinary people at will... Knowing that the other party is showing off his tongue, he just sat on the man's lap without saying a word, and even took the initiative to brush away the long hair scattered on his left shoulder , revealing a large piece of smooth skin, obediently sent it to Ao Zhan's mouth.

Zhang Qinglan has always been obedient in front of men, no exception.Now he is obediently hanging his head, staring at his feet in a daze, without the spirit of teasing the little doll just now.

The beauty lowered her eyes, her half-closed eyelids covered the light in her pupils, and even her breathing slowed down, like a marionette, let Ao Zhan play with it at will.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan let out a sigh of relief, snorted, then raised his hand and squeezed the soft//flesh on Zhang Qinglan's waist, then pressed Zhang Qinglan into his arms, and lifted a strand of long black hair of the young man , Wrapped around several times in the hand.

"Why, you are not convinced?" Ao Zhan said this deliberately.

Zhang Qinglan raised her head, although there was no expression on her face, she looked dazed and innocent. She shook her head slowly and said softly, "I am convinced."

"Hmph," Ao Zhan let go of the long hair in his hand, and then rubbed the corner of the man's mouth with his thumb vigorously: "The crabapple fruit last time was also given to you by that woman?"

Zhang Qinglan nodded: "Yes."

When Ao Zhan heard the words, the veins on his forehead twitched, and a blue brilliance flashed across his dark pupils, and he cast his gaze on Zhang Qinglan—as expected, the surroundings of the young man's dantian were shrouded in a faint gray mist. Not only that, the gray The empty mist climbed up along the tendons and stretched to between the eyes, entrenched between the young man's eyebrows, already faintly condensed.

As if remembering something, Ao Zhan's complexion instantly became a little weird.

He only discovered the abnormality of the fruit when he caught Zhang Qinglan from the tree just now.

A moment ago, when sniffing the side of the young man's neck, Ao Zhan not only smelled the rouge and gouache that Bi Jing used, but also caught the strange aura escaping from the corner of the man's mouth in his arms.

The young man knew that he was bluffing and deceiving Ao Zhan all the way in the name of a celestial master, and he also knew how deep the opponent's strength was.Not to mention aura, even the most basic cultivation is superficial, and it is impossible to reach the point where it escapes.

Since it is impossible to overflow the aura from the inside out, there is only one possibility left—this stupid and ignorant mortal is probably out of touch, and was tricked into eating something, which is why he has such a strange aura. force changes.

Thinking of those things that suddenly appeared in Chonglili a few days ago, and the girl Zhang Qinglan knew in Yinshuang Building, Ao Zhan's face suddenly turned dark.

A hundred years ago, the Heavenly Dao sealed most of his spiritual power, so even the rain that subdued the surrounding Ye City a few days ago forced his spiritual energy to dry up, turning him into a half-dragon, half-human chaotic appearance.

When he returned to the mansion, he had just recovered, and his sanity was not completely clear.

Pulled Zhang Qinglan to do that kind of thing, and found out that the other party dared to run to the brothel to drink flowers and wine behind his back when he was unconscious. The weirdness of those crabapples.

Looking back now, I took a casual glance that day, and it seems that I did see the same gray mist lingering on the fresh fruit as today.

But after a while, Ao Zhan stretched out his hand, squeezed the young man's chin and pulled him in front of him, kissing his lips and tongue.

"Well……"

Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes slightly, and subconsciously grabbed Ao Zhan's forearm with both hands, as if throwing a few round and shiny pebbles into a pool of spring water, causing a wave called panic.

Soon, a domineering and cold spiritual energy was transferred to the young man along the entangled lips and tongues of the two.

The dark gray mist was entangled by that spiritual power, and almost effortlessly, the gray mist was completely cleared, pulled from the eyebrows of Zhang Qinglan's dantian, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and dissipated in the air.

Without the entanglement of the mist, Zhang Qinglan suddenly felt lightened, the stagnant feeling in the joints of the limbs obviously dissipated, and the stagnation in the chest and the chaos in the mind were also driven away without a trace .

Ao Zhan glanced at the vulnerable mist, took another bite of Zhang Qinglan's soft and smooth tongue, and heard the other party's muffled groan from the pain, the wicked Lord Dragon King backed away contentedly.

After loosening the confinement on the opponent's wrist bone, Ao Zhan looked at the red mark on Zhang Qinglan's wrist, and with a thought, he couldn't help kneading it with his rough palm a few times, adding some red marks for no reason.

Seeing the young man's pain, Ao Zhan didn't hide his dark desire//desire at all, and the corners of his lips curled into a subtle arc.

At this moment, both of them heard the crisp sound of chains colliding.

With the noisy noise made by the wooden door being pushed from the outside, the small footsteps made by the girl walking resounded in the courtyard, followed by Bi Jing's sweet as if mixed with honey With a good voice: "...brother, brother Qinglan, I'm back."

Seeing that Bi Jing's front foot stepped towards the threshold, Zhang Qinglan was still tightly held in Ao Zhan's arms, unable to move.

After all, Zhang Qinglan is still a normal person who knows integrity and shame in front of outsiders. She looked towards the direction of Bi Jing's voice at the door, and her right hand, which was tightly held by Ao Zhan, subconsciously moved a few times.

The range of that movement was actually very small, it couldn't even be called a struggle, it was just an unintentional reaction, but for some reason, it happened to step on Lord Dragon King's reverse scale.

Ao Zhan had an uncertain temperament, but at this moment, his heart was on fire, and Zhang Qinglan's subconscious resistance ignited a cavity of gloom.

With a sullen face, the man grabbed Zhang Qinglan's thin shoulders, and with all his strength, pulled him in front of him. With his left arm around the young man's slender waist, he turned his head slightly, leaving only a back view of Bi Jing at the door.

In the next second, Ao Zhan was satisfied to hear the sound of the ceramic wine cup in a bamboo basket falling to the ground and shattering—and Bi Jing's scream under her throat.

Zhang Qinglan was held in his arms by the tall Ao Zhan, covering all his sight, so he couldn't see the surprise and resentment on Bi Jing's face at this moment.The young man raised his eyes and looked at the impatient and irritable Lord Dragon King who did not move further, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Bi Jing came to Yinshuang Building to work at the age of twelve or thirteen. Although she had never experienced it since she was a child, she didn't know how many ambiguous emotions she had seen.

A group of merchants from other places had just arrived in the building, and there was not enough manpower, so her sisters found the backyard and called her to help.

Who knew that when Bi Jing returned home after finishing the work at hand, what she saw was such a scene.

I saw a tall man completely unfamiliar to Bi Jing standing in the dilapidated courtyard, with his back to the courtyard gate, holding Zhang Qinglan's hands and holding him in his arms.

The man turned his head and moved closer to Zhang Qinglan. The two seemed to be...intimacy.

Bi Jing was struck by lightning, and then she noticed the figure of her younger brother lying down on the straw pile beside her.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief, ignoring the fear of shrinking back, she rushed to Bi Xin's side in two or three steps, squatting on the bed to try to wake the child up.

It's a pity that Bi Xin's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was in a deep sleep, or in a coma, no matter how Bi Jing was shaken, he remained indifferent.

Bi Jing's head was empty at once, and she raised her head in a daze, only to see the young man with his head down, restrained in his arms, unable to see his expression clearly, as if he was extremely reluctant.

"Yeah!" Bi Jing screamed, and directly untied the only long-necked jade bottle left at her waist, rushed towards Ao Zhan, and raised the bottle high——

It was the green plum and jade bamboo wine that was poured all over the body of the unsuspecting Lord Dragon King.

***

By the time Zhang Qinglan woke up again, the surroundings had already changed from dilapidated wood houses to living rooms inlaid with gold and jade.

Feeling the unusually soft bedding under him, the young man slowly opened his eyes, half-closed his eyes, dazzled by the candles lit outside the layers of gauze curtains.

Hands and feet were weak, unable to use any strength, Zhang Qinglan forced herself to sit up halfway, lowered her head silently, and looked at her coarse cloth clothes, which were stained with soot and were incompatible with this beautifully furnished room.

... Ao Zhan has always disliked him for being unclean, and if he finds an excuse to lock him in this room, he would always drag him into the bath to wash himself first.

Now that he was locked in without even changing his clothes, he must have been really pissed off by that girl.

Zhang Qinglan took it for granted, looked up and looked around.

The four walls of the house are densely packed with lines of gold-plated incantations, and besides the gauze curtains embroidered with countless strange symbols with silver thread, the only floor lotus lamp is faintly burning the candle in the center.

Zhang Qinglan lifted the thin quilt covering her body, and as expected, the wrist bones and ankles of both hands were fastened with crimson spirit-binding locks.

The old housekeeper stood outside the door and saw Zhang Qinglan in the room finally woke up from his lethargy, so he said with a straight face: "The master said, when will you admit your mistake, and when will you be let out." His voice was cold and stiff, one word One sentence resounded and passed into the room through the crack of the door.

Zhang Qinglan half-sat up, and paused when she heard the words...then she said calmly, "I know I was wrong."

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