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

Lingran in the dream seemed to be divided into two.One is resisting and struggling, while the other is indifferently watching the show with arms folded.

There is a consciousness wandering in a trance.The voice gradually took shape, and he said to himself, how obsessed is this dragon with me?In the dream, I will not let the young master go!

This thought is like a bouquet of fireworks in the night sky, blooming for a while, and then disappearing in the sound of the rain.

In the dream and outside the dream, there are torrential rains everywhere.

He tossed and turned uneasily on the bed, and the bed boards made non-stop noises.

The black snake on the ring finger was awakened, and opened a pair of dark golden eyes.What caught my eye was his baby sticking pancakes on the bed, with two rows of long black eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.In his mouth, he still remembers scolding him - Da Lang, don't be shameless!Young master, I can't get away now, and I have to depend on you for life. You guys always want to treat young master like a woman!How can I not hate you if you want me!

Hei Snake froze for a moment, the sleepiness that had just woken up disappeared in an instant, raised his head energetically, and swished to Lingran's side.

The black snake coiled around the pillow, Jian Lingran closed her eyes tightly in her sleep, struggled endlessly with her hands and feet, and opened and closed her pale pink lips.

... are all insults to him.

If there is nothing, there is a ray of soft fragrance coming from the side of the pillow, soaking the spring rainy night.

The black snake was almost drunk, but Lingran suddenly yelled "ah", and then opened his eyes, the black snake couldn't avoid it, and suddenly bumped head-on between Lingran's eyebrows.

Lingran just woke up from a dream, and her consciousness has not yet recovered from the struggle with the man in red on the soft couch on the high bed in the extremely tall building.

The moment the black snake slammed into the center of his eyebrows, Lingran seemed to see the man's iron-like arms hugging him again, pulling off the golden tent hook, and rolling in the brocade quilt.He was so angry that he grabbed the black strip with both hands and threw it viciously on the ground.

Hei Snake told him to throw all the meat and vegetables, and the next moment Lingran jumped to the ground barefoot, and roared at him: "Da Lang! You've been thinking about that all day long!"

blacksnake:……

Comrade Da Lang, who has now turned into a small black snake, is extremely wronged, hisses twice, and there are thousands of words hidden in his eyes.

Ling Ran was taken aback for a moment, and his sanity gradually recovered.His eyes fell on the ground, and a black snake as thin as an earthworm rolled endlessly on the green brick floor, and said to him in snake language: "Baby, who made you angry again, you are now the blame on me."

Lingran bared her teeth and grinned, not feeling that Dalang was wronged at all, and kept cursing incessantly. "Don't think that I don't know what you're planning in your belly! You just wait for me to be weak and bully, and I want to attack people anytime, anywhere..."

When Lingran said this, she seemed ashamed, paused and said: "Comrade Dalang, how hungry are you?!"

The black snake hissed vigorously.Stretched out the long snake letter, licked his own size strangely, his lips parted strangely, as if showing a smile.

The snake's smile made Lingran feel even more ashamed.The familiar panic rushed up from the soles of his feet and rushed to his temples, beating wildly.

He wished he could crush the snake to death!

Lingran leaned forward with his upper body, stepped on the snake's body with his bare feet, and held the black snake with his toes in an extremely weird posture, rubbing it on the ground.

Qingliu Dalang didn't feel the pain at all, instead he thought it was Baoer who was playing with him.Just like in the Dragon Market when he was a child, he was once entangled with his best friends in this way, his body was stretched and rounded.In the clouds, in the waves, in the depths of the earth, he is so happy!

He couldn't help letting out a deep laugh.

When the laughter fell to the ground, both Lingran and Hei Snake were stunned for a moment.

The next moment, the laughter turned into the voice of an adult man, as deep as a drum, overflowing from the chest cavity.

A room of spring, Rong Rong let out.

... Sure enough, the black snake on the ground disappeared at some point.

Qingliu Dalang lay flat on the green brick floor.Lingran stepped on his chest with a honey-colored foot.The two are close at hand, breathing and smelling each other.The most terrible thing is that this little monk named Lingran is actually the person he has been dreaming of for more than a thousand years.

Qingliu Dalang couldn't help but grabbed the man's feet with one hand.I didn't think about anything, but my heart was a little sweet.It's as sweet as honey, it can't be described, it can only be turned into deep laughter.

He laughed more and more wildly, and the laughter trembled endlessly through his chest.Pass it to Lingran's foot.

Terrible!

The hook made him itch, and then panicked again.

It's broken, this flustered feeling... what I saw came to fruition!

Lingran almost panicked and threw her head back suddenly, trying to save her right foot with all her strength.

Aoyagi Dalang held onto it neither lightly nor heavily.Through a thin layer of clothing, it was scorching like a fire, making people shiver.

His eyes were flushed, and his breathing became short of breath.

As if suddenly returning to the night of eternity, the beating of the heart is the sound of drums on the battlefield, the flags are fluttering in all directions, and the smell of gunpowder smoke has not yet dissipated.Before he and Dalang Qingliu faced each other, neither of them would admit defeat.

No, it was just holding his foot.Besides, Comrade Dalang is just a snake right now!The time to maintain the human body is extremely short, and he cannot attack his lower three roads.

Lingran was confused.

He didn't know that his pupils were turning into a faint peach pink, so crystal clear that it was almost transparent.The lips were slightly opened and closed, and peach blossoms appeared on the milky skin, and the whole person seemed to be intoxicated by spring wine, intoxicated to the extreme.

There is no way out.

Aoyagi Dalang looked at him more eagerly.Just lying flat on the ground, grabbed Lingran's ankle, and whispered his name softly. "Thirteen, I treat you with absolute sincerity, when will you be able to rest assured and accept my sincerity?"

Lingran doesn't know if Yilong has any sincerity.

Lingran didn't know if the man in red in that building who was swinging the golden hook vigorously was sincere.

The only thing he knew was that the man holding his ankle had unspeakable plans for him.And the attempt terrified him.

Terrified.

Suffocating.