Long Aotian is not happy today

The pillows in the inn are made of high-quality boxwood. After polishing, the surface is smooth and delicate, and the tentacles are like jade.

After lying down, the nose can smell a unique fresh aroma of wood.

The window lattice opened a small gap, and the cool night wind penetrated into the room along the gap, and played around the fluttering curtain several times, gently brushing the cheek of the person on the couch.

Maybe it's because of the exuberant heart fire, or maybe it's just at night, the night wind has not yet washed away the heat from the sun during the day, so when the breeze blows by, Hang Xiao doesn't feel so refreshed, but his cheeks are hot and his heart beats faster.

He nestled in the corner, not even daring to change his position, for fear of revealing the fact that he was not asleep.

025 guide in mind: "Hour, take a deep breath, inhale and exhale long...yes, then exhale gently..."

Hang Shi's eyelashes trembled violently.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for Ning Hong to make a move, and his heart was really itchy, so he held the corner of the quilt tightly, and carefully lifted his eyelids a crack.

The snow-white moonlight caught my eyes, shining brightly on the head of the bed.

As bright as snow, as clear as a mirror, where the beam of light shrouds, there are tiny dust floating gently, broken lights flickering, dancing and dancing.

And under the beam of light was a hand as white as jade.

Under the moonlight, the already translucent complexion became paler and more lustrous. The five fingers were slender, with well-defined joints. There were three or two light blue blood vessels on the back of the hand, which made the hand almost thin.

Hang Xiao actually wanted to turn his head and look at Ning Hong to see what his expression was at the moment.

But he didn't dare to make big moves.

But it didn't take long before Hang Xiao tightened his fingertips and his pupils shrank.

From his angle, he could only see Ning Hong's hand hanging by his side, but at this moment, that hand was quietly raised and slowly stretched towards him.

Hang Shi hurriedly closed his eyes tightly.

The back was tensed into a straight line, and the rustling sound of the cloth rubbing in the darkness was extremely clear, falling in Hang Shi's ears, every sound stirred his mind, and the hand vaguely touched his waist, gently hooking it Clothes belts that are meant to be worn at first...

Hang hours subconsciously held his breath.

Do you want to practice?

Ning Hong wants to be skin-to-skin with him, is his spiritual consciousness entangled?

The things I have been looking forward to, the well-arranged plan, and now it is finally time to reap the results, just a short step away, Hang Xiao closed his eyes tightly, his slender eyelashes trembling violently under the night, no matter how hard he was to restrain his emotions, his chest was violently twitching. Pounding.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath!" 025 said helplessly, "Hour, control your heartbeat, and be careful not to be discovered by Ning Hong."

"I-I-I...I can't control it, it's jumping too fast!"

Hang Xiao said incoherently: "Teacher 025, has he touched it? Why am I suddenly a little nervous? It's strange. I've been looking forward to it all the time, but now I feel my scalp is numb. Why is my back also numb? And my arms , the arm is so numb that I can hardly feel it..."

"Idiot, it's because you lie on your side and don't move, your blood vessels are blocked after being pressed for a long time!"

025 didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you nervous, this is just the beginning. Be bold, Xiao, your dream will come true!"

Hang Xiaoli slightly turned his head, and pressed his hot cheeks against the wooden pillow. The boxwood was cool and icy, and a trace of coolness passed along the wood grain, trying to calm the agitation in his heart.

But... not at all.

Fortunately, no lights were turned on at this moment, otherwise Hang Shi was 100% sure that his face to the roots of his ears would be completely red at this moment.

He was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, for fear that Ning Hong was a hermit crab under the reef, and if there was a slight disturbance, he would immediately retract into his shell.

Until the other party's slightly cool palm embraced his waist, exerted force on the palm, and lightly hooked it to the other side of the bed.

Following his strength, Hang Xiao's body tilted slightly——

The back just touched a broad chest.

Ning Hong is a heavenly demon, practicing evil methods, his whole body is covered with a chill of three feet of ice, but a small piece of his heart is hot.

Even if it's warm, it can't reach the temperature of Hang Shi's body, which seems just right in this slightly muggy night.

Hang Xiao only felt a piece of warm jade behind him, or a soft cool wooden mat, and the refreshing breath came one by one, as if soaking his body in the clear and sweet mountain spring water.

His hand was still around Hang Shi's waist, but after he untied Hang Shi's belt, he didn't go deep into Hang Shi's underwear, and continued to the next step.

Hang hour waited with a red face.

After waiting for a long time, only a few undetectable murmurs, as light as a breeze, seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be explaining something to someone.

"...I will repair it next time, there are plenty of opportunities."

Hang Shi was slightly taken aback.

His agitated heart froze for a moment, and for a moment he wanted to get up immediately, grab Ning Hong's front and question him - he had sent him to him for nothing, but he still resisted not to do it?

But as soon as he felt dissatisfied, another whisper floated into Hang Hour's ears.

"...Don't be in a hurry, there will be no delay. I'm so tired today, let him have a good rest."

At the same time, the hand resting on his waist lightly closed for a moment, then lifted it almost pityingly, and closed the corner of the quilt for him.

The sound of cloth rubbing against his ears, and then a soft kiss fell on his temple.

The lips are slightly cool, but meaningful.

Hang Hour: "..."

His throat rolled slightly, and for some reason, he quietly swallowed the complaints he had thought up in his mind.

Ning Hong folded his clothes and lay down beside him.

It was so close that I could almost hear the shallow breathing.

Light and quiet, like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

The moonlight is flawless, and the shadows are hazy.

A corner of the window lattice was gently lifted by the night wind, revealing a small piece of night, dotted with stars, as bright as a silver belt.

The sound of breathing in the ear became steady little by little, but the hand on the waist did not withdraw, as if it was a gesture of hugging and quietly guarding.

For some reason, Hang Xiao's hot heart gradually became calm.

He lay quietly, feeling the breeze on his face, and suddenly remembered many things from the past.

Living alone in a cold city without a family, he has no right to cry and be weak.

Hang Xiao vaguely remembered that at that time, he had to work several jobs, and he had no time to play with his classmates, nor to strive for and maintain a friendship.

Such a child seems to be born a dwarf.

Therefore, he has to work harder than others, laugh, be strong, and be optimistic and happy, so that he can survive in the crowd safely, and although he is not outstanding, he is not obliterated.

Later, Hang Xiao discovered his aptitude of "white and red, different".

Without much pressure, that's impossible.

No one could tell, and no one dared to deliver, so that later, he chose a way of decompression that didn't sound so 'correct'-searching for a lot of information on the Internet, observing seeds, huddling under the quilt late at night, covering The face secretly made up.

And in the end, after dying unexpectedly and coming to this world, he chooses a completely different way of life from before.

Play boldly, play boldly, and act boldly.

Release yourself under the clear sky, clamoring for profit, eating meat, and sleeping with men.

Hang hours always thought he was lucky.

Lucky not to die, lucky to have the opportunity to come to another world, lucky to meet Teacher 025, have a father for the first time, and...

Met Ning Hong.

At this moment, Hang Xiao was lying on the soft bed, raised his hand to touch the bright white moonlight, and listened to the even breathing beside him, a feeling of epiphany suddenly surged in his heart.

Perhaps for a long time, what he really pursued was not meat, but... love.

Longing to be loved.

Longing for something to fill the mind.

Longing for an opportunity to love others deeply and be put on top of their hearts.

It can make him dream back in the middle of the night, when he suddenly looks back, there is not only a cold mattress beside him, but also a warm body, a pair of long arms that quietly wrap around his neck and shoulders, a whisper like a dream, and a thin The rain of kisses, and... a gentle, "what's wrong with you".

In my mind, a voice sighed softly.

025 said softly in a relieved tone: "Xiao, it's really great that you can think about these things clearly."

After a long silence, Hang Xiao closed his eyes slightly, grasped the corner of the quilt with his fingertips, and nodded gently.

Subtle water light seeps from the corners of the eyes, moistening the long eyelashes.

"Teacher 025, I have a bolder plan, will you support me?"

He gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a very soft voice, "I want Ning Hong...to fall in love with me."

"When will I not support you?" 025 chuckled lightly.

Pausing for a moment, it hesitated again: "If you want to distract yourself, do you want to exchange Ning Hong's exercises... for it?"

"Impossible!" Hang Xiao didn't even think about it, and made a decisive decision.

025:"……"

"...Oh, there is no conflict between wandering mind and eating meat. Both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard!"

Smiling shyly, Hang Xiao huddled in the brocade quilt, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

The black hair was under the pillow and spread out on the brocade quilt, like strands of meandering streams, the moonlight swept by, shimmering, making his brows and eyes almost soft.

But from the starry eyes, a sly light floated up.

"Teacher 025, haven't you heard of a point of view? Men are animals that think with their lower body. If you do it well, your feelings will naturally be in place."

"..."

025 couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head.

Its host... really caused those adult books a lot of trouble.

……

Early the next morning, Galaxy Sect sent a spirit boat to pick up the candidates who passed the test.

Originally, according to Xinghezong's plan, the ceremony of accepting disciples was to be held in a special way to show off in the practice circle.But now, due to a tragedy during the second round of testing, Galaxy Sect no longer has the face to ask for trouble, and keeps everything simple and secret.

The original apprenticeship ceremony has also become a set of perfunctory procedures.

The spirit boats sent by Xinghe all have logos, and the unique marks of each peak are engraved on the side of the boat, so that candidates who have made appointments in the examination room in advance can go directly to their destinations.

For those who have not received an invitation in advance, it is even easier at this time——

"Hey, are you coming to our peak?"

"Don't come? Don't come and pull it down."

"Come? OK, get on the boat."

Easy to understand, simple and rude.

As more and more candidates were picked up, the crowd gradually thinned out, and the lively inn quickly became empty, so that Hang Shi looked around and almost saw no one for a while.

But for others, Hang Xiao doesn't care.

He just needs to focus on the most important one——

A few steps away, beside the mahogany desk, a young man in black robes and thin clothes was sitting leaning against the wall, his outrageous legs slanted on the ground, a white jade pot and a small wine bottle were placed on the table, drinking quietly alone.

Seeing Ning Hong drinking, Hang Xiao was overjoyed and became more convinced of the answer in his heart.

Ning Hongding has seen the exercises he recorded, and...has already begun to implement them.

Otherwise, how could the villain in the original book who loves drinking tea abandon his original hobby and start drinking?

Little did they know that at this moment, Ning Hong who was sitting at the table was also full of joy.

He filled the small bottle, raised his head and drank it down, rolled his throat a few times, then put down his hand satisfied, but did not put the wine glass on the table, but held it between his fingertips and shook it gently.

The sapphire wine bottle is small and exquisite, and when it is gently shaken between the porcelain white fingertips, it is like holding a green leaf, fresh and freehand.

Flipping through the replica copy of the exercises in his mind, Ning Hong used his long sleeves to cover it, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

——I'm so happy, I can finally ignore the constraints of the characters and drink to my heart's content.

His voice was uncommonly cheerful, and he called out in his mind: "Skin peeling, skin peeling? Quick, come and analyze the plot with me. How do I implement the steps in the exercise?"

There was no response in my mind, only a long silence.

After a long time, a muffled voice came to Ning Hong's ears. The electronic sound element of 081 was sharp, but at the moment it was like an old tape recorder stuck, hoarse and stuttering: "...what to do, just do it .”

"What should I do specifically?" Ning Hong smiled even more, unwilling to let go.

"..."

The system's program library is far more advanced than the earth's technology. In fact, without Ning Hong asking, 081 has already automatically searched, analyzed, and screened out a series of high-scoring operations, including but not limited to: stealing a kiss, climbing a bed, sleeping naked, drugging...

But 081 looked at the automatic screening results of the program library, and couldn't say anything.

An old face was flushed.

As early as yesterday in the cave, when Ning Hong hastily stuffed it with a jade slip and asked it to engrave it immediately, 081 had a premonition that something was wrong.

When it opened the jade slip, it saw rows of words about tigers and wolves...

081:"……"

Poor 081, who has worked in the system all his life, thought he had seen all the big winds and waves, but in the last task before the promotion, he was blinded by an incredible skill.

...But this is still the content of the plot.

You can't go.

It's not safe for the late festival, 081 thought painfully, don't let yourself... not safe for the late festival.