Long Aotian is not happy today

Perhaps it was because the previous spiritual practice was too intense and when his consciousness was drowsy, Hang Xiao had a dream.

The world in the dream is chaotic, and the darkness spreads, as if a dark curtain descended from the sky, covering everything visible to the naked eye.

There is only a gleam of light in front of my eyes, faint and faint, and a vague figure is reflected in the light.

The man approached slowly, his footsteps were heavy and rhythmic, each time there was a long vibrato in Hang Xiao's heart.

The figure is the first to break through the fog, revealing smooth abdominal muscles, narrow waist and broad shoulders, and slender legs.In the dream, Hang Xiao swallowed his saliva, and his eyes gradually moved up——

The dense fog dispersed, revealing Ning Hong's handsome face.

Her complexion is pale, her lips are bright red, and the shadows in her deep eyes are ups and downs, and there is a faint flash of blood.

The remaining tingling sensation burned in his body, Hang's scalp tingled, his fingertips trembled, he subconsciously took half a step back, and his back pressed against the cold wall.

The lingering coldness coming along the stone wall temporarily suppressed the boiling blood in his body, Hang Shih pursed his lips tightly and turned his head slightly.

But Ning Hong's figure was getting closer and closer, and his upper body bent down, covering Hang Shi's whole body in dark shadow.

There was a wonderful touch on his forehead, like spring in full bloom, and the fluttering pink petals swayed down, swayed thousands of miles in the warm wind, and landed lightly between his eyebrows.

The young man in front of him hooked his lips.

"Hi, I... like you."

The voice is as clear as a flowing spring, the affection is as deep as the ocean, and the eyes are focused and sincere.

The dark waves surged in his pitch-black pupils, which instantly touched Hang Xiao's heartstrings and shattered his barely calm mask.

"I like you too!"

Hang Xiao heard a trembling voice coming from his throat.

"Since... I don't know when it started, but I just like it more and more. I can't help but want to see you, and I don't want to be separated from you for a moment, especially if..."

—if only I could do more erotic things.

No matter how close Ning Hong's figure was, the two of them stuck together tightly, and a passionate kiss fell, drowning Hang Xiao's ending voice in the intense intertwining of lips and teeth.

The nerve endings densely covered on the lips seemed to be activated at this moment, the electric current flew between the lips and teeth, you come and go, the young man's slender hands clasped Hang Shi's waist, and Hang Shi's hands also put Ning Hong's shoulders .

A kiss without skill.

There is only the most instinctive collision, entanglement, desire to be closer to each other, even if the lips are bitten, and the faint fishy smell rises in the mouth, for the two powerful cultivators, it only makes them more excited.

"Brother Ning..." Hang Shi's throat overflowed with broken trills, subconsciously repeating over and over again, "I like...like..."

"His-"

"Ow!!!"

The familiar stabbing pain came, and quickly spread along the fingertips of the whole body. Hang Shi, who was immersed in a sweet dream, screamed and opened his eyes suddenly.

The electric shock was so violent that even if it was only for a moment, Hang Xiao escaped from the dream, and was so awake that he couldn't wake up again.

The remaining pleasure was churning in his mind, and there was still a wet touch on his lips. Hang Xiao opened his eyes wide in a daze, looking at the familiar bedding in front of him, silent for a moment, and sighed full of sorrow.

Are the rules already this vicious?

It's all right not to let people go to OOC, not even to have a good time in a dream?

A helpless voice came from his mind, and 025 smiled wryly: "When I was young, it didn't matter if I was dreaming, but you hugged the bamboo pillow and kissed and licked it, and while biting your own hair, you kept talking about 'like' in your sleep..."

Hang Hour: "!!!"

The feeling left in his mouth changed in an instant, and he just realized it, hurriedly got up and grabbed the side of the bed, and spat a few mouthfuls in a "peh peh".

When Ning Hong entered the door, he saw such a scene.

The window was set up, and the breeze passed through the hall. The handsome young man in thin clothes was lying on the side of the bed, his inner clothes were scattered, and his neckline was wide open, revealing a beautiful neck line.

His long eyebrows were slightly frowned because of anxiety, his eyes were sleepy, and his long eyelashes fluttered.

The collarbone is shallow, filled with a touch of morning light, and radiates light light in the morning light.

The black hair was messily draped behind, and several strands went around the shoulders and fell in front of the body. Following Hang Shi's movements, it gently brushed the side of the neck and slipped into the loose collar.

The end of the hair bends into a lovely arc, swaying with the breeze, and gently sweeps across the moist skin.

His feet were slightly stagnant, Ning Hong stood at the door, his Adam's apple slipped slightly.

In the next second, Hang Xiao raised his head and saw Ning Hong standing at the door.

The moment their eyes met, both of them felt their hearts tremble.

——It seems that from now on, it is morning.

Because the real sun is not hanging in the sky, but at the moment when they meet each other for the first time, the vast light rises from each other's eyes, dispels the haze, and spreads the fierce morning light.

A good mood for the day starts here.

"Brother Ning, when did you wake up?"

Hang Hour's smile was a little shy.

How long has this man been standing outside the door? Did you see the scene that Mr. 025 said he was chewing on the bamboo pillow in his dream?

Fortunately, Ning Hong's indifferent expression, it seems that what Hang Xiao was worried about did not happen.

After closing the door, he walked to the wooden table and took out a wooden basket from behind.

Hang Hour's eyes moved accordingly.He sat on the side of the bed, staring dumbfounded at Ning Hong as he lifted the rags, stretched his slender hands into the basket, and took out a plate of fat chicken with mushrooms, a bowl of simmered noodles, a plate of peanut cakes, a bowl of yellow rice porridge, A drawer of steamed buns, a plate of three delicacies duck, a plate of stewed belly and lungs, a plate of hibiscus pancakes...

What the hell!

This unremarkable little wooden basket, could it be some kind of large-scale magic weapon?

Ning Hong took out one plate after another quickly, and after a while, the small table was completely filled, and the window sill was also fully filled without a single gap, but there seemed to be some left in the small basket.

Touching the basket, Ning Hong shook his head helplessly, and temporarily put the wooden basket aside.

Afterwards, he turned around and waved, and smiled at Hang Xiaoshi: "Xiao Xiao, come and taste it."

Hang Xiaoshi jumped up to him with bare feet, drooling at the table full of delicacies, and sighed: "Brother Ning, did you rob some street?"

Ning Hong just smiled and said nothing.

——It's not just one street, he ran three full bustling blocks, because he was not sure what Hang Shi likes to eat, so he bought a copy of the signature dishes of every store on the street.

The basket gradually became heavier, and his heart became fuller bit by bit. The unprecedented sense of sweetness and anticipation made Ning Hong feel excited.

And all of this, at this moment, in Hang Xiaoxiao's eyes shining brightly because of surprise, he got unparalleled satisfaction.

"Quick, have a taste." Ning Hong handed the bowl and chopsticks to Hang Shi.

Hang Xiao was not polite either, and immediately sat down at the table, devouring his head and eating wildly.

Spiritual practice not only consumes the power of the soul, but also takes a lot of physical strength. From the moment he woke up, Hang Xiaoxiao felt hungry and his stomach hummed.

Whether Ning Hong is good at cooking is still unknown, but he has a good eye for choosing dishes. At the moment when Hang Xiao is eating it, he only feels that the pastries are soft and sweet, the pancakes are crisp and refreshing, and the shredded chicken and sauced duck are creamy and delicious. Spicy and full of flavor...

"good to eat!"

Everything is super delicious!

Hang Shih stuffed his mouth slowly, puffed out his cheeks, and blinked at Ning Hong.

He sat at the table without looking up, just grabbed Ning Hong's sleeve: "Brother Ning, sit down quickly, let's eat together."

"I've already eaten." Ning Hong smiled.

Pausing for a moment, a trace of hesitation flashed between his brows, he reached into his arms with his right hand, rubbed it for a moment, and took out a small cloth bag.

"When I was young, I also have a gift...I want to give it to you."

Surrounded by delicious food, Hang Hour suddenly raised his head.

Gift?

Not far away, Ning Hong put the cloth bag in his palm and slowly opened it.

A tangled, slender strip of cloth was revealed.

Hang Xiao recognized at a glance that the cloth strip was very similar to the cloth strip that Ning Hong temporarily tied his hair in Lunhan Mountain.The base is black, embroidered with bright gold patterns, although the patterns are inconspicuous, but there is faint fluorescence, looking carefully, there are thousands of small and delicate arrays.

Most of this thing was made overnight...

After a moment of stupefaction, Hang Xiao suddenly felt warm in his heart.

"Thank you, Brother Ning," he said briskly, then turned sideways and showed Ning Hong his back with loose black hair, "Brother, help me tie my hair?"

"No, not a headband this time."

There was a faint smile in Ning Hong's voice.

Immediately, Hang Xiao felt his right wrist was grasped and pulled back gently, and the delicate hairband was like a fluttering water plant, gently wrapping around his wrist.

Hang Hour: "!!!"

This, so exciting?

Subconsciously, the details of last night's spiritual practice emerged in his mind, Hang Xiao suddenly had a bit of breathing speed, and his ears felt hot.

025 reminded: "Xiao, watch your wrist carefully."

Hang Shi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head——

Pupils shrink.

The charming feeling disappeared in an instant, and Hang Xiao stared blankly at his wrist——

Under the skin that was originally shiny, there is actually a circle of bright red strings looming.

The red is bright and bright, as if woven by slender hands, and soaked in flower fluid. After wrapping around playfully, two dots are lightly tied at the end, shaking gently under the skin.

Like... two red beans.

"This is Acacia Red Bean." 025 said seriously, "Ning Hong gave you a cloth strip in the hope that you would wrap it around your wrist to cover the traces of this technique."

Hang Xiaofeng's eyebrows gradually frowned.

Is this... the sequelae left by him and Ning Hong using the 'Acacia Red Bean' exercise for spiritual cultivation?

What is the difference between these two red beans and the one in Gu He's hand, and what impact will it have on his own practice?

"However... it may not be a bad thing." 025's voice suddenly became brisk again, and he said with a smile, "Xiao, Yungong, look at your current state."

Hang Shi followed his advice and practiced his skills.

The moment his spiritual power surged, he immediately felt something was wrong——

The unstable aura after breaking through yesterday has calmed down, and the spiritual flow surging in his body has become a bit thicker. Once driven by the spiritual pill, it will be like a surging river, surging endlessly.

Where is the early stage of the seventh rank, he is obviously approaching the late seventh rank in a straight line!

The dishes on the table suddenly became unsavory.

On the contrary, the existence of Ning Hong behind him suddenly became extremely obvious, like a plate of unprecedented, unprecedented and unprecedented delicacy——

Swallowing a mouthful of dishes, Hang Xiao was breathing heavily and his eyes were bright.

Damn, one spiritual practice can improve so much, who cares about 'Acacia red beans'?

Repair, I can repair it vigorously!