Long Aotian is not happy today

The starlight overflows, and the cold moon is like frost.

The green hill casts a thick and dense shadow, covering the entire valley, and the passing wind brings crisp insects among the flowers, as well as the sound of gurgling waterfalls coming from nowhere.

It was late at night, and the candles in the wooden house on Misty Peak were extinguished one after another. As everyone on the peak fell asleep, the valley fell into silence.

Only one cabin was still lit.

The dim and warm orange light softly passes through the windows of the wooden house, spills outwards, and casts a warm golden halo under the windows.

In the halo, two slender figures slowly approached. It is unknown who made the move first, and the slender forearm protruded from the sleeve, quietly holding the other's hand.

... Then, pull the person to his side.

The shadows overlapped in the room, gradually blurring each other's outlines, a powerful spiritual current leaked out from the room, and gradually shrouded the sky above the valley.

Even Hang Xiaoxiao didn't expect that his blood attributes and Ning Hong's attributes could be said to be incompatible, but when the spiritual consciousness was intertwined, they showed an amazing compatibility.

As a time traveler, Hang Xiao's spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, and his sensitivity to subtleties is also more sensitive.I thought that I would take the lead in this spiritual practice, but Hang Xiao never expected——

Ning Hong's spiritual power is several times stronger than his displayed cultivation base.

As a result, the moment the two people's spiritual senses came into contact, the warm and cool power of the other party's soul rushed in like a torrential river, submerging him unexpectedly.

Hang Xiao felt that he was floating on the river in a flat boat.

Both sides are full of turbulent rivers and oceans, vast and vast, with thousands of layers of blue waves, and the river water as clear as jasper gently drags this small boat, leading him to rush at high speed and rush to the endless distance.

There seem to be undulating mountains on both sides of the distance, and the morning light is brilliant, but everything is shrouded in hazy mist, and it is impossible to see clearly, only the gentle emotion can be vaguely felt.

Warmth, care, and...hidden hope.

This is spiritual practice?

Lying comfortably on the boat, Hang Xiao squinted his eyes comfortably, but felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Although this is also very comfortable, it is still almost meaningless.

I thought it would be more intense, more exciting, and more direct...

The moment the thoughts surged, the thoughts seemed to drift away, being captured by the closely connected spiritual consciousness of the other party.

The mist shook suddenly, and the surface of the vast river widened again. Hang Shiu heard an illusory "OK" vaguely holding back a smile.

then……

He capsized.

The surface of the river suddenly fluctuated violently, like boiling spring water. Countless huge bubbles floated from the depths, burst out of the water, burst, and shattered.

The waves suddenly rose and hit the corner of the light boat precisely, turning the boat upside down.

Hang was caught off guard and fell into the water.

The warm water wrapped him tightly in an instant.

Bubbles exploded on his side repeatedly, and each impact was filled with surging vigor, continuously, one after another.

The water gently supported his body, and Hang Xiao's black hair was floating in the water, as soft as ink-colored water plants, spread out, violently oscillating with the impact of air bubbles and water.

And when those water flows around the body, they are not honest.

They kept getting in along the collar of the sleeves, flowing close to Hang Shi's back, circling in a hidden position, the flow speed was just right, gentle and powerful, like a jade hand, slowly caressing his side.

Hang Hour: "...Damn it."

This time it was really exciting!

An electric shock-like tingling surged from the tailbone, traveled all the way down the spine, and shot a spark in the cerebral cortex.The never-before-seen extreme enjoyment forced Hang Xiao to grit his teeth so hard that he could barely suppress the strange voice that kept overflowing from his throat.

At this moment, he felt his wrists being tied.

Although he couldn't see it, Hang Xiao had a vague feeling that it was a water plant with magical power. It had climbed onto his forearm at some point, and wrapped around his wrist softly. His movements were gentle but undeniable On the ground, he pulled Hang Xiao's hand behind him.

Different from the warm and cool water, the aquatic plants, which are obviously wood-type, are scalding like fire in this spiritual practice.

The gesture of it encircling his wrist was so strong, and the feeling left behind was so vivid, Hang Xiao only felt that a ring of fire was burning on his wrist, which made his face flushed and his whole body feverish.

The touch of flame is another different meaning to Hang Hour.

Possessing a pure yang body and extremely flaming blood, Hang Xiao was originally an expert at playing with fire. The scalding temperature at this moment is not only not torture for him, but it has aroused the instinctive reaction of his body, allowing him to participate in this spiritual practice. More sensitive in the body, and a deeper impulse surged in the body.

……

When everything was over, Hang Xiao almost lost his consciousness and collapsed on the bed.

It's too, too exciting, I can't stand it!

The attacks launched by the water flow and air bubbles were continuous, and even after he surrendered, he didn't show any sign of weakness.The biggest difference between spiritual knowledge and body is that the sensitivity of spiritual knowledge far exceeds that of flesh/body. It can even be said that every inch of spiritual knowledge is the most sensitive place of Hang Xiao.

Under that kind of continuous full-scale impact, it seems that there is a violent electric current flowing around the body, causing a numbness wherever it goes.

——The numbness that makes Hangshi love and fear at the same time.

And Ning Hong's persistence is far beyond Hang Xiao's imagination.

At this moment, he was also practicing spiritually. He was so tired that he lay down on the bed, his head was dazed, and he wished to close his eyes and go to sleep immediately. Ning Hong, who was beside him, still looked energetic, and even got up and walked out the door, not knowing what to do.

Holding the quilt tightly under his palm, Hang Xiao muttered in his mind: "Mr. 025, it's unscientific! Didn't you tell me before that I am the most durable person in this world?"

"It's cheap and good-looking." 025 laughed.

After a while, it explained again: "When I was young, you must have felt that the power of Ning Hong's soul is far above yours, and this is the reason why he is so persistent in spiritual cultivation."

Hang hour lying on the bed, nodded feebly.

"It's so strange. I am a time traveler, so I have a powerful soul. Why is Ning Hong..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, until finally, the head of the person lying on the bed tilted, and his head rested on the bamboo pillow.

Ning Hong just opened the door.

Holding a bowl of clear water, full of agitation, he carefully stepped lightly, suppressed his excitement, walked to the bedside, and patted Hang Shih's shoulder lightly.

"Hour, do you want to drink some water?"

His response was a series of long breaths.

The mental exhaustion is stronger than the physical/body, the first spiritual practice, and being in a passive position, Hang was so tired that he fell asleep.

Gently placing the porcelain bowl on the wooden table, Ning Hong sat on the side of the bed and quietly looked at Hang Xiao who was lying on the bed for a long time.

There was a soft gleam in his eyes, like the tide.

——Just like Hang Xiaoxiao's trouble-loving temperament, this man doesn't even sleep honestly, with his back and forth, and his posture is extremely messy.

Ufa was under the pressure.The hair, which was originally like silk and satin, was not cherished by the owner at the moment, and was curled and intertwined in a mess, covering half of the bed.

Her cheeks were still slightly reddish, and she was shining brightly under the moonlight, and she could almost see the fine and lovely fluff on the side of her ears.

The sweat on the forehead has evaporated in the air, but the wet hair is still clinging to the temples, revealing how intimate they have just had an intimate contact.

For some reason, Ning Hong suddenly remembered the first time he met Hang Xiao.

Also under such a dark night, the moonlight is dim, the lake is cool, and the mountains and forests cast gloomy shadows, covering all the world as far as the eye can see.

The cold wind blew through, freezing people from head to toe.

——And Hang Shi, like a blazing fire, broke into his world suddenly.

In the heart of the person who started the villain mission again, had nothing to love, and was almost numb, a light was ignited.

With lingering eyes, Ning Hong gently raised his hand, and pushed Hang Xiao's messy black hair to one side, revealing his smooth forehead.

He bowed his head abruptly.

Between the eyebrows of Hang Xiao, imprinted a superficial kiss.

The hand behind his back pinched his little finger fiercely, despite the raging electric current, his lips wriggled a few times with difficulty, his teeth trembled, and he made a silent mouth shape——

"Hi, I like you."