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Zhang Qinglan trembled almost trembling when she felt the touch from Ao Zhan's fingertips across her lower back.With a difficult voice, he forcibly said: "...Really?"

"En." Ao Zhan stared at the person in front of him with snow-white skin/flesh, his eyes were deep, and he replied seemingly perfunctorily: "The king sent someone to investigate, and found that person's substitute puppet half a day ago."

"It's just that the breath on the puppet is very weak, and the result of the divination is still to go to the southern border." After saying this, Ao Zhan felt that the ointment had been applied evenly, and his patience was enough, so he easily put the ointment on the young man's body. The wet robe was peeled off.

The man loosened his knuckles, and the heavy clothing material that had been soaked in the rain immediately "slapped" and fell lightly on the shiny jade stones that were used as floor tiles by the pool.

Zhang Qinglan took off cleanly, but Ao Zhan was still fully dressed, hugging the young man's smooth/naked and smooth back, he walked slowly into the pool.

The hot spring uses running water, which is led down from the clearest spring on the top of the mountain. Under the bath room, there is a flaming fluorite buried for many years, which dispels the cold breath of the spring water and finally turns it into a warm water. pond.

Until the mist evaporates and lingers before people's eyes.

Nourishing medicinal materials are laid out on the bottom of the pool, and there are especially many indeterminate branches specially used to repair traumatic congestion. The thin and long dark purple branches float gently on the surface of the spring water. Wrapped in a lot of aura.

It can be seen that someone temporarily ordered it to be added to the bath, and it was too late to boil out all the medicinal effects.

The hot spring water gradually covered his waist, and half of his face was buried in the man's shoulder. The young man only showed a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, staring at the closed door of the bathroom, and then slightly drooped his eyelashes, and clasped his hands on Ao Zhan's neck , bringing the distance between the two of them even closer.

Sensing Zhang Qinglan's movements, Ao Zhan let out a low laugh, then picked up a shallow jade ladle floating on the water, scooped up the hot spring water, and gently wet the other's loose long hair.

The ointment that Ao Zhan had applied to the young man's back before entering the water had already taken effect. The cooling ointment quickly dispersed the congestion, and then began to slowly repair those bleeding and broken skin wounds.

The wound that was nearly healed was watered by hot spring water, not only did not have the usual stinging pain, but it brought a faint itchiness.

The long ink-colored hair that was soaked in rain was covered and wrapped by the warm and scalding water. The warm touch made Zhang Qinglan let out a low sigh unconsciously.

Zhang Qinglan is not easy to be contented, now that she has tasted the sweetness, she is not willing to let go of Ao Zhan.

Under the shadow of the sparkling water, the young man's slender and fair legs floated up along the current, and he was no longer willing to let go of his entanglement around Ao Zhan's waist.Lifting up the hem of the man's robe with the tip of his toes, he couldn't help but gently rub against the bend of Ao Zhan's leg through the obscene trousers.

The pupils that flashed a trace of confusion and emotion were completely covered by the transpiring white mist.

Through the mist, Zhang Qinglan took a deep look at Ao Zhan.

Then she climbed forward and licked the man's Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue. The corners of her lips curled up in a slight arc, and she squinted her eyes and smiled like a sneaky cat.

Lord Dragon King took the initiative to accept the young man's enthusiasm, but he still didn't loosen the other's hand.

With the interest still in his eyes, Ao Zhan leaned closer and kissed the young man's temple hair lightly, then submerged his fingertips between the other's black hair, and gently rubbed the long hair that was soaked in spring water.

Zhang Qinglan was almost stunned by the sudden warmth, and Ao Zhan's wide palm on the back of his head seemed to become hot in an instant.

A slender leg was still hanging on the man's thin and powerful waist. Seeing Zhang Qinglan's eyes widen, he couldn't let go of that seductive posture for a while, and he couldn't put it away either.

"Tsk."

The first one who couldn't bear his temper was the Dragon King of the East China Sea who had been waiting impatiently.

Seeing Zhang Qinglan's stupid and dazed expression, Ao Zhan plunged his right hand into the hot spring water and grabbed Zhang Qinglan's ankle.Just pulling it with a little force forced the young man to float up and hang on his body, unable to escape.

Obviously feeling the hard/object against her through the material of the clothes, Zhang Qinglan's sloppy and dusty false appearance finally collapsed at this moment.

Because of the intimate movements and the man's half-smile expression, the young man's originally pale cheeks quickly turned red.

Ao Zhan moved his waist casually, and saw that Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes in shame, subconsciously clenched her lower lip, but she took the initiative to lean forward to reveal the snow-white skin on her neck, with a cute appearance of letting others do things to her.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan tightened his five fingers holding the young man's ankle.

Half-closed his eyes, Ao Zhan bit the delicate skin on the side of the young man's neck, and the tip of his teeth was slightly forceful, until the blood oozes out, and he was silent for a while, before he was able to suppress the restlessness in his body... It's not like hugging him in the hot spring.

Loosening the fingers that hugged the young man tightly, Ao Zhan lightly lifted the other's chin as they hugged each other in the pool, stared at the other's eyes that were already covered with mist, and pointed out: " Tell me, how did you make yourself so embarrassed?"

When he spoke, he did not forget to leave one hand aside, and his callused fingertips slowly slid along Zhang Qinglan's thin left shoulder, all the way to his right waist, and finally disappeared into an unspeakable deep gap somewhere.

Zhang Qinglan's body is sensitive, and was softened into a pool of water by Ao Zhan's hands in a few strokes. The skin on her body was powdered, and she fell down limply. Make a ball of pickles.

Nesting in the man's arms out of breath, the young man raised his eyes and looked at him with eyes full of deep pools. His nasal voice did not fade when he spoke, and there was a hint of anger in it: "...Ao Zhan!"

Ao Zhan was full, so naturally he didn't care about Zhang Qinglan's little disobedience, and even teased patiently: "Well, how is it?" After speaking, he continued to move, not giving the young man any chance to resist.

It was already half an hour after the two of them had finished their nonsense.

Ao Zhan took a piece of silk that hugged him wide, wrapped Zhang Qinglan in it, and swaggered back to his bedroom with his shoulders on his shoulders.

Zhang Qinglan's body was a bit weak, and she was already dizzy when she came out of the hot spring, so she naturally didn't care about what Ao Zhan did to him.

It wasn't until he was nestled in a warm and soft quilt that the young man barely woke up from his drowsiness. He pursed his thin lips and stared straight at the man lying on top of him, with several expressions on his face. Variety.

Ao Zhan raised his hand to brush the young man's jet-black hair scattered on his forehead, rubbed his fingertips lightly over the end of his eyes and rubbed them vigorously a few times, fiddled with his long and curly eyelashes.

The slight itch from the eyelash feathers made Zhang Qinglan blink subconsciously, and before she had time to react, Ao Zhan pulled her up by her wrist and fell into the opponent's arms.

Ao Zhan loosened the intricately patterned satin, his eyes fell on the young man's thin back, then he raised his hand, and slowly stroked the place where the wound once existed along the only half of the remaining light red mark.

Zhang Qinglan leaned back against Ao Zhan's chest, her ears were gently moved by the opponent's even breathing, the cold fingertips of the man behind him slid down the spine and touched his waist and abdomen, not too hard, but the most seductive The strength makes people gradually raise an indescribable desire from their hearts.

The house was not lit, and Gao Jie's moonlight was locked outside the door and could not enter.

Sitting in Ao Zhan's arms, Zhang Qinglan felt her throat was dry, and suddenly reached out to hold the man's wrist, which was about to fall, and said in a hoarse voice, "I..."

Ao Zhan looked at the emotional expression in the young man's eyes with satisfaction, then withdrew his hand, and slowly wrapped the silk and satin scattered all over the bed back on Zhang Qinglan's body, and sat further away.

After that, he crossed his arms and looked at the other party's ignorant face, and didn't move any more.

Probably because she finally realized what she had overlooked, Zhang Qinglan suddenly sat up straight after a while, knelt and crawled a few steps forward, opened the distance between Lai and Ao Zhan, then looked back with difficulty, half-raised her eyelids, and quietly looked at the man's face complexion.

Zhang Qinglan clumsily held the tangled silk and satin around her body, and there were still crystal drops of water overflowing from the end of her eyes due to emotion.

Facing Lord Dragon King's serious scrutiny, the young man curled his lips imperceptibly, and finally fully explained the incident that he encountered at the gate of the palace not long ago.

Taking out the muddy East Sea pearl from Chongli, Zhang Qinglan held the pearl in her palm and lowered her eyes and said, "Of course I can't get a pill that can cure the poison of miasma."

"...just testing."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan frowned slightly, took the ordinary pearl from Zhang Qinglan's hand, wiped off the dust on it: "Yes."

The two sat facing each other, and Zhang Qinglan saw that the other person didn't look angry, so she boldly moved forward a few inches, with a gentle smile on her face.

Immediately afterwards, he said seriously: "It was later confirmed that the real purpose of this group of people is not to seek medicine."

"A person who is really seriously ill, even if you throw a weed in front of him and tell him that it is a good medicine that can cure the disease," Zhang Qinglan paused, and reached out to stroke the pearly moist surface a few times: "Even so, He will also eat weeds to earn that ten-thousandth chance of survival."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qinglan looked up at Ao Zhan, and said in a low voice, "However, in those people, I can only see...greed."

After Ao Zhan patiently listened to the young man's words, his eyes gradually darkened.

The current situation of Yecheng is more complicated than imagined. Not only is there a poisonous miasma, but before he leads people to investigate thoroughly, the puppets left by the other party are still releasing demonic power.

The demon power feeds on the evil thoughts of mortals, and after devouring it, it regurgitates it several times. The townspeople are unknowingly affected by the demon power, and will become more irritable and selfish than usual.

The miasma is mixed with evil thoughts. If it is allowed to develop, Furi Ye City will turn into a purgatory on earth.

Thinking of this, Ao Zhan leaned over and hugged the young man back into his arms, and for the first time planted a kiss on the forehead of the other party as a comfort.

With a thought in Ao Zhan's mind, a roll of paper with yellowed edges appeared in mid-air, and a sea-like smell spread out immediately.

Zhang Qinglan stared blankly at the dark green seaweed on the scroll, and Ao Zhan's voice rang in his ears:

"The Dragon King of the South China Sea is getting married recently, so you can go to the banquet with me."