Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Jiang Zhuoan froze.

Not only did his body freeze, his brain also completely shut down at this moment.

The blush on the tips of his ears was too bright, and his thin lips, which were usually indifferent, were bitten subconsciously, revealing the bright red color.

Seeing him like this, Yan Qingning felt that it was not enough, so she called him in a long tone: "Dad, I want to eat candied haws on a stick..."

The deliberately long ending made him even tremble with goosebumps.

Xiaobai shuddered in his conscious space, but he didn't dare to say anything to Yan Qingning, so he could only hug his big tail in aggrieved manner.

Jiang Zhuo'an probably really couldn't stand his artificial voice, so he held him up with one hand and took him to the candied haws shop to buy all the candied haws.

Yan Qingning stared at him and was about to speak again, but Jiang Zhuoan pinched a candied haws and blocked his mouth.

The overly sweet syrupy taste blocked his mouth, barely making him calm down.

Yan Qingning held the candied haws and gnawed on it, not caring at all that the coarse linen clothes on her body were stained with sugar liquid.

Jiang Zhuo'an held up a straw stick filled with candied haws, lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Qingning, who was holding the candied haws and chewing them, and whispered: "Aning, don't say that in the future..."

He seemed worried that these words would make Yan Qingning angry, so he lowered his head and added: "Your father will be angry."

Yan Qingning chewed half of the sugar crumbs. Hearing what he said, he was stunned for a moment, and then joked: "You don't like hearing me call you that, what should I say?"

"Master?"

"Zhuo'an?"

"Lord God?"

Jiang Zhuoan's ears felt warm as he heard him calling him names one after another, and he tried to persuade him in a hoarse voice: "Aning, stop talking..."

Yan Qingning knew that he was thin-skinned and did not continue to tease him. He ate all the sugar liquid on the candied haws and pushed the clean hawthorn into his palm: "Master, help me eat the hawthorn?"

Jiang Zhuo'an would never refuse him, so when he saw what he said, he naturally put his face close to the hawthorn.

Yan Qingning suppressed her bad intentions, and when she saw his face coming closer, she quickly pressed a sticky kiss on the corner of his lips.

Jiang Zhuoan shrank back as if he had been burned. The redness on the tips of his ears spread to his face. He casually gave the pile of candied haws in his hand to a child. He covered his severely burned face with one hand and used magic to escape to the suburbs. .

Yan Qingning was worried that the kiss would make him stupid, so she poked his fingertips again: "Master, are you okay?"

The string in his head that had been burnt by overload was reconnected. Jiang Zhuoan gently rubbed the place where Yan Qingning had kissed him with his fingertips. The dark eyes that had been deliberately covered turned into bloody red eyes due to the stimulation.

He leaned against the tree, lowered his eyes to look at Yan Qingning in his palms, and said hoarsely: "Aning, don't be like this..."

The active intimacy from Yan Qingning was unexpected by Jiang Zhuoan. Because of this, he was unable to adapt, and his heartbeat even accelerated and his brain shut down.

He looked forward to the intimacy from Yan Qingning, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was not worthy of Yan Qingning's intimacy.

He consumed himself over and over again in such contradictions, denying the love from Yan Qingning over and over again.

He didn't dare to let Yan Qingning love him, even if he had the same burning emotions, he wouldn't dare.

He didn't want to see Yan Qingning die in front of him because of love. No matter what the reason was, it made him feel deeply afraid.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhuoan calmed down the raging emotions in his heart and avoided the possibility of looking into Yan Qingning's eyes.

"Aning, I will take you to find Elder Tianji."

Yan Qingning didn't make a fuss this time. She nestled peacefully in his palm and nodded while supporting her chin with one hand.

Jiang Zhuoan remembered the words he said before his death so deeply that he continued to torture himself in repeated internal conflicts, afraid to be loved, afraid to speak out...

He even became afraid of Yan Qingning's love because he could no longer afford to lose Yan Qingning again.

Seeing that he was deep in thought, Xiaobai couldn't help but said: "Isn't it too late for the host to die?" ! 】

Yan Qingning: [……]

If you can’t speak, you can donate your mouth!

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The journey to find Elder Tianji was not very close, but this time Jiang Zhuoan used his magic to force himself to take Yan Qingning to the Demon Palace as quickly as possible to find Elder Tianji.

Elder Tianji had been waiting in the Demon Palace early in the morning. He didn't care if Jiang Zhuoan came early or late. He stroked his beard and smiled cheerfully: "Master Demon Lord, do you know why you are here today?"

Jiang Zhuo'an shook his head: "I don't know, please let the elders clarify."

"This is good news today!" Elder Tianji didn't give in to him. He carefully held out a soul lamp and said to Jiang Zhuo'an: "The soul lamp of the former Demon Lord has turned on again, which means that the former Demon Lord's soul lamp has turned on again." My lord has found his way home."

"You might be able to see him soon!"

Jiang Zhuo'an listened to what he said and subconsciously looked at Yan Qingning who was napping in his sleeve. He tried his best to use a more tactful tone and said to Elder Tianji: "Elder, is it possible that the platycodon flowers in the devil world can restore people's souls?" return?"

"This is unheard of." Elder Tianji frowned and said, "Although the red Platycodon flower is a relic of the previous Demon Lord, the former Demon Lord has always been very arrogant, so it is absolutely impossible to choose a fragile Platycodon flower. Came back as a soul carrier."

"But what you said gave me a direction. Maybe the soul of the former Demon Lord is placed on plants."

Elder Tianji rambled so much that the little man who had been napping in Jiang Zhuoan's sleeve woke up, rubbed his eyes and walked outside.

Jiang Zhuo'an's sleeves were soft inside, and he always forgot that he was a little thing about the size of a finger, so he clutched the edge of his sleeve and walked outside.

The layers of clothes tripped his feet, causing him to not pay attention for a moment, and he fell out of Jiang Zhuoan's sleeves.

This time he fell so suddenly that before he could react, he fell into the warm palm.

Jiang Zhuo'an carefully protected him, and it happened that he and Elder Tianji had a perfect look at each other.

Yan Qingning waved naturally: "Elder Tianji, long time no see!"

Elder Tianji: "?!!!"