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At night, Jiang Lingxin sat cross-legged on the bed to adjust his breath, and the sun flower dissipated the remaining poison in his body. Before the moonlight was covered by black clouds, he let out a long breath and opened his eyes.Zhou Yan was watching over him.

"Are you tired?" Zhou Yan wiped the thin sweat off Jiang Lingxin's forehead with a handkerchief.The soft silk handkerchief was a bit cold, and I wiped it on my forehead, and went to leave.Jiang Lingxin suddenly stretched out his hand and lightly clasped Zhou Yan's wrist.

Zhou Yan was taken aback, then suddenly smiled.When he is not smiling, he is clear and upright, but when he smiles, he looks bright and romantic.Jiang Ling was a little moved, and slowly lowered his head, his forehead lightly touched the back of Zhou Yan's hand.

The cold and snowy beauty bowed her head for him.Zhou Yan buzzed in his head, his lower abdomen tightened, and his anger shot straight to his forehead.When he reacted, Jiang Lingxin was already pressed on the bed by him, under his body.

"You seduced me." Zhou Yan's tone was very firm.

Jiang Ling looked deeply at the passionate affection in Zhou Yan's eyes, and closed his eyes after a while.It was the biggest invitation he could give.

Zhou Yan felt that Jiang Ling's heart was very different tonight. Although he had done things repeatedly in the past, he had to admit that most of them were caused by cold poison.But now that the Seven Stars on Jiang Lingxin's body have been removed, not only did he not kick him out of the room, but he even took the initiative to tease him.It can be seen that the cold mountain snow can also be turned into a stream of spring water for love.

Zhou Yan pinched Jiang Lingxin's waist, the heart was soft, but the bottom was hard.Jiang Lingxin's complexion was cold and pale, flushed from being rubbed, his slender waist was tilted, and he was muffled by the top, his body was drenched in sweat, and his hair stuck to his flexible waist like a landscape of splashed ink.

"Zhou Yan..." Jiang Lingxin's face was snow-white, his lips were bright red, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist when the emotion was strong. He stretched out his hand to hook Zhou Yan's neck, buried his forehead tightly into Zhou Yan's chest, and sobbed softly.

Zhou Yan was so summoned by him that he wanted to crush the person into his arms. He kissed the top of the person in his arms fiercely, and said: "Ancestor, don't cry, I will give you my life."

They are all people who have practiced martial arts since childhood, and they are young and energetic, with good health, and after a long time of tossing and turning, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

It was the fourth watch, and there were dark clouds outside the window, no stars and no light.Jiang Lingxin sat up from the bed, the lust in his eyes faded, he calmly put on his clothes and got out of bed, took off his sword from the corner wall, and left without a sound.The moment he pushed the door open, he stopped slightly and glanced back at Zhou Yan who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Just one look, then no longer look.The door was gently closed, and the cool night breeze blew away the last trace of warmth in Jiang Ling's eyes, and the long sword was unsheathed, showing the killing intent.