Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The softness on his lips made him suddenly startled, and he froze in place and allowed Yan Qingning to move.

His mind fell into a blank, and the spiritual power and demonic energy condensed on his hands disappeared at some point.

He lowered his hands, not knowing how to react.

Yan Qingning looked at him like this, bit his lip with bad intentions, and said vaguely: "Master, pay more attention..."

The pain on his lips was like a small hook stinging him. It wasn't painful, but it had a numbing itching sensation.

He held Yan Qingning's waist and leaned forward to deepen the kiss.

If there is a god in the world, please allow him to indulge in this moment...

Just this once...

When the kiss ended, their lips were much more beautiful than at the beginning. There was a transparent silver thread stuck to their lips, making the atmosphere between them a little too ambiguous.

"Shun Zun..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Zhuo'an covered his mouth and lowered his head: "Aning, I was the one who offended what happened today, and I won't do it again in the future."

The silver thread was cut in the middle, and the ambiguity between the two dropped to freezing point because of Jiang Zhuoan's words.

Yan Qingning's lips were still sore and cold. He pinched Jiang Zhuo'an's fingers and said helplessly: "Master, why do you always avoid this feeling?"

"Obviously you love me from the bottom of your heart..."

"Aning wants to live." Jiang Zhuoan's voice was filled with sadness, "Don't like me, you have to live..."

Yan Qingning looked at his decadent look and felt angry and funny at the same time.

He grabbed Jiang Zhuo'an's hand and pressed it on his heart, letting him feel the beating of his heart and making him clearly feel that he was alive.

"Master, do you feel it?"

"My heart is beating. I am alive because of you, and I am back in this world because of you."

"I'm here for you, how can I not love you?"

Yan Qingning's love words were particularly beautiful and heart-warming, but Jiang Zhuoan avoided his sincere love and changed the subject: "The fireworks in the human world are about to disperse."

Yan Qingning sighed, grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers: "Then let's go back and have a look. We have to have fun to the fullest."

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and looked at the hands held between the two of them, but did not avoid this intimacy.

In the darkness, there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring viciously at the two people who were overly intimate.

"Jiang Zhuo'an..."

"Yan Qingning..."

"You will pay the price for what you have done..."

Ghostly murmurs resounded in the forest, obscured by the sound of leaves blowing in the wind, making it hard to hear them clearly.

The uneasiness in his heart made Jiang Zhuoan turn around and look over. The sound of the leaves in the forest covered everything, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually faded away a little.

Yan Qingning squeezed his hand, raised her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Zhuo'an shook his head and did not express his inexplicable uneasiness.

Yan Qingning glanced in the direction he had looked before, and happened to meet a pair of overly gloomy eyes in the forest.

Those eyes noticed his gaze, quickly avoided it, and fled from here.

Yan Qingning frowned: [Xiao Bai, go check what was in the forest just now. 】

Xiaobai: [Received! 】

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The prosperity of the world is coming to an end. The fireworks in the sky stopped for a long time before exploding again. The wind blew the red lanterns hanging on the doors of each house, as if sending blessings from house to house.

Many women walked together in twos and threes, wearing veils and carrying lanterns, walking through the crowd, as if they were looking for someone.

It was the first time that Yan Qingning participated in the Shangyuan Festival in the human world so intuitively. Seeing that everything was new and exciting, he soon dragged Jiang Zhuoan to a lantern shop.

The owner of the shop was an elderly man. She was holding a lamp filament in her hand. When she saw Yan Qingning approaching, she took the initiative to say hello: "What does this handsome young man fancy?"

Yan Qingning was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm coming from a stranger. He scratched his head and said, "I just fell in love with the white lantern."

"Boss, I want it all."

Jiang Zhuo'an pushed the money bag in his hand to her and looked lovingly at Yan Qingning, who was looking at the lanterns curiously like a cat.

Seeing the close relationship between the two, the old man smiled and said, "Young Master, the relationship between you brothers is really harmonious."

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and did not deny her words.

Yan Qingning was unhappy after hearing this, and curled her lips and said, "Grandma, he is not my brother!"

"If it weren't for my elder brother, why would he treat the young master so well?"

The old man was obviously more interested in talking to Yan Qingning, and asked curiously: "Are they sworn friends?"

Yan Qingning rolled his eyes, raised the hand that was intertwined with Jiang Zhuoan's, and said openly: "He is my lover!"

"She is the lover I have married and worshiped before. She is my favorite wife!"

The old man obviously did not expect Yan Qingning to say this, but she did not show the obvious malice in the world. Instead, she handed over the newly made lanterns and blessed them with a smile: "In this world, you two, It’s definitely not easy to get to this point.

Old lady, I don’t have anything to give you here except lights. I just wish you can get together well in the days to come and live happily like ordinary couples! "

Perhaps out of his unspoken selfishness, Jiang Zhuoan did not explain the true relationship between the two to her, but instead allowed Yan Qingning to open her mouth to widen the misunderstanding.

Yan Qingning smiled and accepted the newly handed lamp from her, and happily thanked her: "Thank you, grandma!"

"But I have a feeling that we will be happier than an ordinary married couple!"

The old man was slightly startled and responded to Yan Qingning's childish words with a smile.

He was holding a rabbit-shaped lantern in one hand and holding Jiang Zhuo'an's hand in the other. He looked like a noble young man who was inexperienced in the world.

When he got to a place with fewer people, Jiang Zhuo'an turned his head and asked him, "When did we get married and pay homage to each other?"

Yan Qingning's eyes fell on the silver-white amulet hanging around his neck, and he smiled with unknown meaning: "Maybe we got married and worshiped on a clear day."

"A great and lonely beauty like Master will still stay by my side, call me 'husband' in a soft voice, and volunteer to be my wife."

Jiang Zhuo'an was stunned, subconsciously thinking of the wedding that had been in an illusion.

The dazzling red silk, so red that it dazzles the eyes...

There are so many people holding swords against each other...

The sound of cutting the throat was even louder...

The wedding that had been in the fantasy world once again reappeared in his mind in a particularly bloody way, making his hands tremble unconsciously.

He hugged Yan Qingning tightly and said stubbornly: "Don't get married..."

"Don't get married..."