I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Axi, it's not important to travel."

She stared at the real dragon and asked a word.

"Could you, tell me... who is that person... called Kelsey that keeps on your lips when you're sleeping?"

She held the hand that had become warm again during the day, and held it tightly.

"Is it Axi's friend? Axi has never told me about her."

"Kelsey..."

How could he say the name of the lynx?Has he ever babbled like this?Could it be that he misses the lynx so much?

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"Kelsey is indeed my friend, sir."

Although he didn't understand why he was dreaming about Kelsey, Bai Tian still understood what was most important now.

You have to hurry up and explain your relationship with Kelsey to your husband.

"It's a very good friend and can be called a confidant. At the same time, Kelsey is my teacher who taught me the history of Terra."

"I met her in Syracuse, and thanks to her, I have a better understanding of the situation in other countries."

Bai Tian briefly told the story of walking with the big lynx.

"I see. Sounds like a nice guy."

The painter's words are obviously a compliment, but they are implicitly pointing out something.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for Kelsey, I'm afraid it would have been a little later to understand the difference in human nature."

Bai Tian is very grateful for the knowledge that lynx taught him.

At the same time, if it weren't for Lynx's dedication, he wouldn't have become Duang Lang so early.

"Then, Xi."

The painter has not finished asking.

This time, she grasped even tighter, and her long bluish-white tail couldn't help wrapping itself around Bai Tian's leg.

"How did Nian get along so well with you?"

Sister...

He also called my sister's name?

Daylight was even more confused.

What he had was obviously a nightmare, how could he pronounce other people's names?

Or is it that in the dream he showed no sense of fear, but his body honestly showed fear?

Because he heard that when people are afraid, they will instinctively read the name of the person they trust the most in their hearts.

But how could he pronounce the names of two people?

Is it because these two people feel very trustworthy in his heart?

"Sister, she... helped me a lot."

This ascension would never have been possible without Nian's help.

The nine cauldrons cast in the year of the year disperse the too huge power of the earth's veins for him, and also help him to condense the power of the earth's veins on him when he ascends, so that he can turn into a scorching sun and illuminate the territory of Great Yan.

What's more, Nian has paid so much for him, how could he not miss her.

"Hmph, I've been playing for half my life, and I finally did something serious."

After listening to Bai Tian's story about him and Nian, the artist gave a rare compliment to the sister.

Knowing the origin of these two names from Bai Zhou's mouth, the artist relaxed his handshake with a little satisfaction.

She still has nothing to say.

What she heard in Bai Zhou's mouth were actually three names.

But what made her laugh was that one of them, "Kelsey," had been called a hundred times by him.But Nian, who called himself a good sister, was only called 99 times by him.

From this point of view, if the smug bastard knows that she is not as good as a cat in the little guy's heart, her expression must be very funny.

Next time if she dared to show off to him again, he would tell the story and tease her.

The painter thought, and a bit of joy appeared on her face according to her mood.

Compared to the two of them, I am the number one in the little guy's heart.

110 "Sir" again, and she is so suitable.

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When I opened my eyes during the rest of the day, I saw the artist leaning against the wall and scribbling something on the simple drawing board.

Mr. seems very happy.

If you ask why Bai Tian thinks this way?

Just by raising your head slightly, you can see the pair of white and tender legs that the artist put on Bai Tian's body, and the two little feet raised up because of the happy mood.

Cute, I want to post it.

Ah, right.

I remembered it during the day.

After a while it will be Mr.'s birthday.

What gift should I give?

Paper, ink and pen?Or the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers?

Or local cuisine?

If you give your husband a piece of spicy noodles, she will definitely be chasing and beating her.

But when you think about it, that scene seems quite interesting.

Under the joy, Bai Tian couldn't help flicking his tail slightly to express his joyful mood.But the tail couldn't move because it was still tightly entangled with Xiwei.

This……

He remembered before going to bed... No, it seemed that the tails were entangled without knowing it after a while after the two of them went to bed one after another.

Do you also like the feeling of copulation?

Daytime's actions naturally attracted Xi's attention.

"Axi, why did you wake up so early? It's only three o'clock, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

As soon as Xi finished saying these words, she immediately paused, and her two cherry lips that had not been closed froze there.

It's over, just remember to care about the little guy, and forget that I am sneaking through the night now, and I can't say anything.

Sure enough, Zhenlong's face that was still smiling just now turned into a serious face in a blink of an eye, and his face was frosty.

"Axi... wait, listen to my explanation."

She has a reasonable reason not to say it!The painting hasn't been finished yet, she can't just let this whole night go by the wayside!

"Please speak, sir, I am listening."

Having said that, but looking at the drawing board and pen drawn out of his hand, the artist knew that the all-night plan had been scrapped.

"Ugh..."

The painting utensils were confiscated, and she immediately felt dull, and her originally high spirits became sluggish.The whole person threw himself on the mattress, rolled up the quilt to sleep, and didn't say anything about the reason for staying up all night.

She gets angry.

Even if she made a mistake, she is also Mr. Little Stupid!

Usually, you would call each other affectionate and respectful, how dare you forcibly take away her food now before she can say anything!

Does he still have Mr. She in his eyes!

"Sir? Sir?"

His calls kept coming from his ears, but the painter didn't give him a single response.

"Already asleep?"

No, she is still very energetic, even if she stays through the night again, there will be no problem at all.

"Good night, sir."

Woo, don't you want to talk a little longer?

She might have responded with just one more word.

Stupid Axi, she's not cute at all now.

"Umm~!"

The painter's thoughts were shattered by the arrival of the hands around his waist.

A firm and warm embrace pressed tightly against her back, and the wafting breath lingered on the tips of her ears, and slowly sank into the ears along with the pinnae.

That strange feeling made the painter tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah, Xi...don't be like this..."

"What do you mean, sir?"

During the day, he didn't care about the painter pretending to be asleep.

The real dragon still bowed his head next to her ear, speaking softly.The warm breath sprayed in her ears, and the weird feed brought by it was like a wonderful actress who wanted to refuse and welcome, and she was the scholar who had a lustful heart but no courage.Being manipulated by that actor in the palm of his hand, he has no power to fight back.

I feel a little itchy, and a little...comfortable.How could the body have such a big reaction when the ears were just blown lightly?

"Ear...don't talk like that..."

The painter wanted to move his ears away from the real dragon's mouth, but he hugged him even tighter.

"I know that Mr. stay up late is worried about me."

"Woo~..."

"But my husband doesn't rest so late, and I'm also worried about him. My husband's health is not good, and I stay up all night like this. If something goes wrong, what should I do?"

"I know...Knowing this and still putting on that face..."

The strange feeling coming from the ear is getting stronger and stronger.

In such a situation, the body is already too soft.

"so……"

Bowing his head, he gently pressed a kiss behind the painter's ear. The real dragon's voice was extremely gentle and soft that even the painter had never felt.

"Sir, can you forgive Axi's arrogance just now?"

It seems...something...flowed out...

The painter bit his lips tightly, his bare legs stuck together firmly.

"Sir... are you still angry with Axi?"

Seeing that the artist didn't refute, the real dragon made an inch of progress and followed up, entangled with Xiwei.

Just a simple kiss on the ear can't satisfy the love and desire that welled up in his heart and lingered.

He wanted to get more from Xi, to get more that only belonged to him, what the artist would only give him.

"Do you know what husband and wife will do when they are angry?"

"Husband and wife?"

The painter was taken aback by the word.

Husband and wife...why did they suddenly talk about husband and wife?

Shy, apprehensive.

"Stupid Xi... who... who is married to you..."