The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Ling Ran was stunned.

The two looked at each other silently, their four eyes met each other, and each other's figure was reflected in each other's pupils.

A small bald monk in white was reflected in those dark golden pupils.

Lingran didn't know how long it took before she realized that this time Qingliu Dalang's eyes were like the pupils of normal human beings, instead of two golden vertical lines.

He coughed twice, trying to take back his gaffe just now, but the redness at the corners of his eyes couldn't go away, and the back of his ears was also hot.

He was dying of a cough.

Qingliu Dalang finally came back to his senses, patted him on the back lightly, frowned and said, "But the bare feet are suffering from the cold?"

Lingran saw that Qingliu Dalang actually squatted down, and touched his **** instep with his hands.

The posture of the two of them at this moment is too ambiguous, Lingran only feels that Qingliu Dalang's hand touches the skin.For a moment, he seemed to be entangled by the torrential rainstorm in his dream, he was trapped in it, and felt the familiar fluster of dampness to suffocation.

"do not……"

Lingran muttered for a while, but didn't know what else to do.Do not touch his feet, do not get so close, or... do not squat under him naked.

Lingran only felt that redness spread from the tips of his ears to his whole body. If he could have a mirror at this moment, he must be a cooked shrimp.

Lingran was so uncomfortable that she wished there was a crack in the ground to get in.

In his past and present lives, he has lived for more than [-] years, and he has never been so close to others.What's more, it's a man!

As if he had been scalded by fire, he flinched back desperately.However, at this moment Qingliu Dalang's eyes are only on those wheat-colored feet. Along the bare insteps, there are smooth calves... If you go up, you dare not look any further.

Qingliu Dalang raised his head violently, two tubes of nosebleeds flowed down.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound in the room.

Both of them looked away in embarrassment and coughed a few times at each other.

When I looked again, it turned out that the scorpion spirit named Xiao Qiniang was desperately crawling towards the threshold.But because he was too panicked, he fell several times and made rustling noises.

Lingran remembered the purpose of Xiao Qiniang's visit, quickly grabbed the scroll in her hand, and shouted at the little scorpion, "Your painting!"

Unexpectedly, when Scorpion heard Lingran's words, he jumped suddenly, and actually jumped across the three-inch high threshold in an instant, and fled into the vast night without looking back.

Lingran stared blankly for a while, then turned around, and unexpectedly found that Qingliu Dalang's gaze never left him from the beginning to the end.

The familiar uneasiness came again!

Lingran panicked and wanted to back away, but forgot that his ankle was still held in his hand.As soon as he retreated, he threw his face upright to the blue brick floor.

"Be careful!" Qingliu Dalang said, copied Lingran, and hugged Lingran in his arms.

Just like the prelude to the princess hug in the previous bubble drama.

Lingran panicked.

Shy, anxious, and angry.

"open!"

Aoyagi Dalang frowned puzzled. "Baby..."

"Don't call me my baby!" Lingran roared angrily, the veins on his neck swelled up, and even his neck turned pink at this moment.

A pair of eyes sparkled with water.

It looks like a peach blossom that is so gorgeous to the extreme, and like a petal soaked in wine, it is ripe and reveals a sweetness of honey juice.

Aoyagi Dalang looked at him with dazed eyes.Don't mention letting go, at this moment, his whole body seems to grow up with Lingran, with his bare skin sticking to Lingran's back.

Without the barrier of clothes, that place is as cold and hard as a rock on the seabed.

Lingran turned his head.

The dream about the majestic torrential rain, and the image about pearls and jade becoming the sea, kept shaking in his eyes.

There was no sound of insects in all directions.

It seems that since this person opened his eyes, all the sounds in this world have been silent.

In Dong'an Temple, those spirits escaped without a trace.Even the moonlight shyly and silently slipped away along the corner of the window.

Lingran heard the heart in his chest.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

It jumped so badly.

Nostrils also seemed thick and abnormal in all this silence.

He could hardly control his body temperature, it was hot, like a piece of steamed green leaf being boiled.

In this dark room, what is charming is the spring breeze, and what is dazzling is Qingliu Dalang's snow-white body.

Qingliu Dalang met Lingran's gaze, and said calmly, "You don't need to be so afraid of me."

Lingran wanted to say that it was not fear, but panic.But this cannot be said.

Speaking out, it seemed that he was getting more and more guilty.

Even he himself didn't know why he was so panicked when facing Aoyagi Dalang.

In his previous life, he went to take a shower with his buddies in the dormitory, and even competed to see who peed farther away. They were careless. No one had ever made him feel this strong hormonal suffocation.

Also being a male, why is he so sensitive to the hormones emitted by another male? !

Lingran was so embarrassed that she opened her mouth, only to feel that her lips were dry and cracked, like a fish thrown ashore, almost dehydrated due to thirst.

He licked his upper lip unconsciously.

This slight sound was clearly audible in the still night.

"Baby..." Qingliu Dalang's voice turned hoarse.

Lingran licked her lips again.

He saw himself in Qingliu Dalang's dark golden pupils.Dressed in white, with a bald head, he was held in the arms of a tall, naked man in a ridiculous posture.The color of peach blossoms appeared on the face, and a pair of moist eyes softened into a pool of spring water.

No!It's not him!

This is clearly the home of a girl who is extremely flirtatious.No!The girl's house would not show such a color, but it looked like the protagonist in the erotic palace paintings he had painted in the previous life.

This thought, like the poisonous needle on Xiao Qiniang's tail, stung Lingran.

He suddenly moved forward with both hands vigorously, pushing against Qingliu Dalang's chest, struggling desperately. "I, I'm not your baby! Comrade Da Lang, pay attention!"

Lingran's hands and feet fluttered endlessly at the same time, like a live fish chopped on a chopping board.

Qingliu Dalang remained motionless.

No matter how hard he tried, this man was like a rock standing on the seashore.

call!

call!

Lingran heard her own breathing, which became clearer and heavier.

This feeling is like falling from a very high cliff into a boundless abyss.Under the abyss is an unknown world that he has never understood.

He was terrified, and vaguely sensed that there was a monster with flying claws hidden in that world, waiting for him with its head raised.

Under the cliff, there is a bottomless abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, he vaguely heard the sound of the dragon chant.That dragon... that one he had seen before, a black dragon with a huge dragon head appearing in the colorful auspicious clouds.

"Baby, your heart beats so fast." Qingliu Dalang said hoarsely.

... Dalang, one day, you will meet that person.

Qingliu Dalang heard the words that his father had explained when he was in Longxu in the past.

At that time, he had just jumped out of the eggshell, landed on all fours, and crawled on the wide altar.

His father, who was so huge that he couldn't see the whole tail at a glance, leaned over to stare at him, his eyes were full of love, and slowly recited the blessings of the dragon's birth to him.

At that time, his father once told him, who was ignorant and ignorant, that my dragon clan is of one lineage, and every dragon is born with a destiny.What this destiny is, whether it can be fulfilled, is unknown.Only when the dragon grows up alone, to complete the task, can it reach the mystery of life.

If the task fails, your name will be removed from the family tree, and you will not even have an official name.Only those who have completed the task are eligible to return and inherit the blood of the royal family.

If you are an adult, you must find that person or thing that is most precious, precious and true in your life.

During his father's lengthy and drowsy prayer, Aoyagi yawned.

In a trance, a sentence floated into my ears. ——When you see that person, your heart will dance, your name will be restless, the memory that has been silent in your blood will be revived, and your talent will reach an unprecedented level.

Qingliu Dalang remembered that he raised his head and glanced at his father curiously.The paw moved.

... After that, you will enter the long estrus period of the Dragon Clan.

For a newborn dragon, his father's words were too lewd.

Aoyagi Dalang on the altar trembled.

Then, under the blue sky, white sun and warm wind, my father's next words became more and more unbearable and obscene.

Qingliu Dalang thought he didn't remember.

The details of my father's final exhortation, the detailed and shameless description, should be drowned in the wind on the altar that day.

However, the dragon memory is so sturdy!All the things that pass the ears and the people that catch the eyes can be remembered for life and will not be forgotten.

Just like this moment.

In the darkness of this room, Qingliu Dalang heard Lingran's wild heartbeat.

Bang bang bang!

This wild heartbeat awakened the restlessness in his blood that had been silent for thousands of years.

...Well, I'm afraid I'm entering the long and nasty estrus that my father said.The desire in Dalang Qingliu's pupils became more and more intense.

And all of this, Lingran knew nothing about it.He was like the dying fish on the chopping board, jumping under the claws of a dragon.

Trying to escape from birth.