Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xuanluo hesitated for a while, and seeing that Xingchen refused to give in, he knew that he could not fool him this time, so he could only whisper in a hoarse voice:

"From now on, I will never abandon myself in the name of Xingchen's goodness without telling him."

Xing Chen nodded with satisfaction and asked him to continue reading: "Important things must never be hidden from Xing Chen."

Xuan Luo: "I will never hide important things from Xing Chen."

Xing Chen held his face gently, "Let's shoulder the responsibility together and discuss things together. Never carry everything on your shoulders alone."

Hyun fell into his palm and repeated slowly, "We'll shoulder the responsibility together and discuss things together. Never carry everything on your shoulders alone."

Xuanluo's eyes were already bloodshot from the burn, and now even his eye sockets turned red.

Xing Chen smiled and lowered his head to kiss his eyes, looking down at him, raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Oh, why does our Lord God look so pitiful? Has someone bullied him?"

Xuanluo gritted his teeth, he had no idea what to do with this little ancestor.

"Little rascal."

"You said I'm a bad guy?" Xing Chen looked regretful and turned to leave, "Then a bad guy like me should stay away from the Lord God."

Xuanluo was about to explode, how could he let him go? He hurriedly reached out and pulled him back.

Xing Chen "accidentally" sat on his lap, and twisted his body a few times because he was not sitting firmly.

Xuanluo's breathing stopped, "Baby!"

Xing Chen "hastily" stood up again and apologized pretentiously: "Sorry, husband, I took your seat."

Xuanluo: “…”

Xing Chen reached out and picked a flower from the vine above his head, tore off the petals and put them into his mouth, looking very leisurely.

"Didn't you chase me away? Why are you dragging me back?"

Xuan Luo was really going to die unjustly. She pinched his waist with her big hands and looked up at him eagerly.

"Baby, give your husband a quick death, okay?"

Xing Chen couldn't suppress his smile, so he picked up the petals and put them into his mouth. Xuan Luo wanted to swallow his fingers as well.

He then dropped the flower branch in his hand, bent down, and slid his fingers from Xuanluo's chin all the way down. Finally, he lifted up his hanging hem, placed it on the waistband of his pants, and lifted it slightly with his fingertips.

"Is that so?"

Xuan Luo didn't say anything, but just looked at him intently, waiting for him to continue.

"Or, like this?" Xing Chen kept working and looked at Xuan Luo with a smile.

The two looked at each other, the dense web of love in their eyes, and they were doomed to be together.

"Well, how about this?" Xing Chen pushed Xuan Luo onto the back of the altar with his other hand, and leaned closer and closer to him...

Time seemed to have stood still.

a moment.

There was a loud bang in Xuanluo's mind, just like the moment of emptiness after the booming salute, or like a dehydrated fish finally welcoming the rain from heaven.

He hugged Xing Chen who was lying limply on him.

He lowered his head to look at the little rascal who had taken the initiative to sit on him. He had been so arrogant just now, but now he was hugging his neck and trembling.

Xuanluo touched Xingchen's face distressedly, "Little fool, why are you in such a hurry? How can you ..."

Xing Chen raised his head to block his lips, preventing him from speaking.

Xuan Luo took the initiative, held the back of his head, and kissed him fiercely until he burst into tears.

The restrictions on Xuan Luo were released at that moment.

He did not act rashly, but leaned against Xingchen's forehead and asked in a hoarse voice: "Baby, can I move now?"

Xingchen chuckled, "Do you want to?"

"I'm almost dying from thinking about it." Xuanluo confessed.

Xing Chen moved his lips to his ear and said word by word: "Xuan Luo, come and crush me in all the ways I like."

At that moment, the green plants in the hall grew wildly again.

The altar under your feet is like an oval egg surrounded in the middle.

Those green plants can be transformed into chairs, hanging rings, or various interesting gadgets as needed...

Even at this time, the Lord God could still maintain his appearance of sitting upright in a white icy robe, but Xing Chen was already in disarray.

His red coat piled up on his arms like clouds, revealing the blossoming red plum blossoms on his shoulders. His snowy skin almost burned Xuanluo's eyes against the green sky.

The two's divine powers completely merged and could no longer be distinguished from each other.

The clear sound of bells resounded wildly throughout the hall.

......

The crooked old tree at the end of the cloud has completely dried up.

But from the dry roots of the old tree, a new branch grew out, showing great vitality.

Dahuang was lying against the trunk of the old tree that was lying on the ground. Xuanluo was sitting on the ground, leaning against Dahuang's soft long hair, holding the soft and lazy Xingchen in his arms.

There is a mature mood between Xingchen's eyebrows and eyes, just like the most favored fruit lying lazily on a branch in the sun. A sweet scent floats around the body. Just a bite will make you dizzy with its tenderness and juiciness, making you unable to stop.

He lifted his long eyelashes and looked at the sea of ​​roses and stars above his head, with starlight twinkling in his eyes.

The stars are always brilliant, and blood and time seem unable to erase their brilliant color.

"It's so beautiful." Xing Chen's voice was seductively hoarse.

Xuan Luo cast a heavy gaze upon him and uttered a soft “hmm”.

Xing Chen retracted his gaze and said, "I'm talking about the stars."

Xuanluo tapped his nose lightly, "That's what I said."

The two looked at each other with smiling eyes and great joy.

Xuanluo lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Xingchen's eyes.

A breeze blew in from the valley, bringing the fresh scent of grass and trees, gently caressing their faces.

I see the starry sky through your eyes. The starlight here is always bright and prosperous.

Just like my obsessive love, it will never end.

From the very beginning, your smile is enough to kill me.

(End of the article)

Thank you, my babies, for accompanying me here, and thank you for seeing the end of the story.

This is my first novel of one million words. Maybe due to my writing skills and other reasons, the results so far are really... terrible.

Until now, this book still maintains a very low rating because too few people have seen it and too few people have commented on it.

It was impossible not to feel sad and discouraged during the whole process, but I persisted in the end, and my Xingchen and Xuanluo reached the happiest ending.

Over the past few months, the sound of typing every night has carried their stories and also recorded my own growth.

Sometimes when I see people chasing after one book after another, I feel happy and think that I am a small author in a cultivation system, slowly sprouting in a corner where lights are dim, but still being noticed by some eyes.

So I try hard to grow up, wanting to grow up quickly, wanting more people to see me, wanting to prove that my friends who like me are right, and wanting to live up to our meeting.

The road stretches ahead, I will continue to move forward with new stories, I love you.

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last of the last.

I wish the stars to sink and fall, the Milky Way to be bright, the moon to be bright and the wind to be gentle.

I wish you who are reading these words a peaceful autumn, happy winter, and blessings all year round.

2024.12.13