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Yan Qingning was angered by the injury on his wrist. She turned her back and refused to look at him, feeling as angry as a dumpling.

Jiang Zhuo'an now confirmed that the little man in front of him was not his dream after being drunk. He carefully held Yan Qingning and called him in a low voice: "A Ning..."

Although she was feeling angry, Yan Qingning didn't ignore him and responded to him in a muffled voice: "Well, she's here!"

With joy in his eyes, Jiang Zhuo'an called him again: "A Ning..."

Yan Qingning clutched the petals of the Platycodon flower to cover her body, and responded in a muffled voice: "I'm here."

He used to lie in Jiang Zhuo'an's arms under the guise of being afraid of nightmares, calling his name over and over again, listening to him repeat "I am here" tirelessly.

But now, the relationship between them has obviously changed.

The cold wind in the forest didn't understand the tenderness between the two of them, so it insisted on coming over to cause trouble, and forcefully blew away the few petals covering Yan Qingning's body.

Yan Qingning: "..."

The cool petals were blown by the wind and stuck to Jiang Zhuo'an's face, making him barely sober from his drunken state.

Only then did he notice that Yan Qingning didn't have anything to cover his body. The tips of his ears turned red. He quickly turned his face away and used his demonic energy to cut a piece of his sleeve to cover him.

The icy silk-like cloth fell on him, barely covering his body.

Xiaobai looked at Yan Qingning who had wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis in the conscious space. He didn't know what happened suddenly, and he dared to laugh at him: "Host, how come you look like the kind of person who is about to sleep with the emperor?" Like the concubine? ! 】

Yan Qingning: [……]

Fist hardened.

After Xiaobai finished laughing, he looked at Yan Qingning's ugly face and realized what he had done. He quickly covered his mouth to save himself: [Host, I was wrong! 】

Before Yan Qingning had time to lecture him, Jiang Zhuoan, who was like a giant to him, suddenly held him and started crying.

He is a powerful person in both the world of cultivation and the world of demons. He is like a child who cannot control his emotions. His voice is choked with sobs: "Aning, I miss you so much..."

Yan Qingning raised her foot and stepped on his fingers, then raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Master, can't you think of something practical for me?"

Jiang Zhuo'an was still drunk. Hearing what Yan Qingning said, he tilted his head in confusion.

Yan Qingning held his finger and took a bite, with the familiar smile in her peach blossom eyes: "Master, you don't miss my eyes, my lips, my body..."

Xiaobai listened to his stimulating speech at the beginning and was secretly speechless: [Master, host, you'd better take it easy, be careful not to break your waist in a moment of oral pleasure. 】

Yan Qingning rolled his eyes when he heard this: [I'm so big that even the smallest finger can't get in. What can the Lord God do to me? 】

The more Yan Qingning spoke, the more explicit he became, but Jiang Zhuoan's ears turned too red, his sharp eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Aning, I don't deserve it..."

Yan Qingning: "???"

Before he could ask questions, Jiang Zhuoan took the initiative and explained vaguely: "A Ning wants to live, don't love me..."

"I do not deserve……"

Perhaps sensing Yan Qingning's doubts, Xiaobai took the initiative to bring up the scene at that time:

[The Immortal Lord dressed in white carefully held the delicate young man who was dying in his arms. He held back his tears and leaned close to the young man's lips to listen to the young man's words.

With a smile on his face, the young man whispered into his ear: "I like Master and...I will not die the most. Master, please choose one and take it seriously..."]

After Xiaobai brought up this scene in his conscious space, he was worried that he didn't understand what he meant. He cleared his throat and explained: [Since the day when the host left you, the judge of this world has been trapped in I feel deep self-blame, and have always regarded your last words as an obsession. 】

[He always feels that if you live in this world, you will not love him, so he would rather you not love him, but also want you to live. 】

Yan Qingning listened to the words in his mind, then looked at the humble and pitiful immortal in front of him, sighed and said to him: "Master, I like you."

Jiang Zhuoan seemed to be stimulated by these words. He avoided the possibility of looking into Yan Qingning's eyes and lowered his head to veto his words: "Aning, don't like me, Aning wants to live..."

"I don't deserve...I don't deserve Aning to like..."

Jiang Zhuoan's reaction was beyond his expectation.

Yan Qingning sat on his palm and rubbed his sore eyebrows, but for the moment he didn't say anything to irritate Jiang Zhuo'an.

He patted Jiang Zhuo'an's finger and reminded him: "Master, remember to heal the injury on your wrist!"

Apart from the "liking" issue, Jiang Zhuoan listened to his words the most, and with a thought, he used demonic energy to heal the bloody wound on his wrist.

Although he tried his best to avoid looking at Yan Qingning, he still stared at him with his peripheral vision, fearing that the sudden appearance of Yan Qingning was just a dream of his, just a fantasy...

Hua Qiao and Qing Teng, who had been guarding outside, heard that there was no movement inside. They were worried that something might happen to Jiang Zhuoan, so they walked inside together.

Hua Qiao's sharp eyes saw the little man being held in the palm of Jiang Zhuo's heart before he even got close. He was so frightened that his hands turned into leaves uncontrollably.

"Xiao Ning!"

Jiang Zhuo'an subconsciously hid Yan Qingning in his palm and tried his best to look serious: "What's the matter?"

With Hua Qiao's previous shout, Qing Teng probably knew who the little thing in Jiang Zhuo's palm was, but he wasn't too concerned about it.

He bowed to Jiang Zhuo'an and reported: "Master Immortal, the rest of the world of cultivation has been experiencing unusual changes recently."

Jiang Zhuoan nodded slightly: "I understand."

Yan Qingning, who was hidden by him, tugged on his clothes and stuck her head out, looking in the direction of Hua Qiao: "Sister Hua Yao, long time no see!"

His small one was hanging on Jiang Zhuoan's arm, with a familiar smile on his lips. Just looking at it made people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Hua Qiao's eyes were a little moist, and she subconsciously wanted to take a step forward to touch Yan Qingning's head, but her arm was firmly held by Ivy.

Qingteng's face was as cold as usual, and he said to Jiang Zhuo'an: "I have important matters to discuss with Hua Qiao. I would like to ask Master Xianzun to allow me to leave."

Jiang Zhuo'an was eager for the two of them to leave, so naturally he wouldn't try to persuade them to stay.

After both of them left, Yan Qingning tugged on his sleeves with a wicked smile on his face: "Master..."

"You asked them to leave because you wanted to do something shameful to me?"

The tips of Jiang Zhuo'an's ears were even redder, but he still avoided the possibility of looking into Yan Qingning's eyes, and just said in a muffled voice: "Men and women cannot be intimate."

Xiaobai was afraid that he did not understand the inner meaning of a certain immortal, so he silently added: [The judge means that you are not wearing clothes yet. 】

Yan Qingning: [……]