Brother Wen's little padded jacket

As night falls, the autumn cold dew is heavy.

Wen Xingyi turned the lock and key familiarly, and after a dazzing operation, the door opened, and he turned into the cabin with both hands, and the mechanism closed immediately, without a trace.

He simply packed up the things in the house and suddenly became alert.

Someone is outside!

Wen Xingyi's body tensed immediately, but he walked towards the door calmly, pretending to open the door without any defense——

There was an imperceptible sound of breaking through the sky, and a cloud of green smoke and dust filled the eyes!

Wen Xingyi immediately closed his eyes, and he was already tens of meters away.I don't know who is coming, but they use such insidious tricks when they come up!

There was a thin sound in the air, Wen Xingyi swung his sword instinctively to block, and a burst of spiritual power burst out in an instant, shaking the man several meters away.

This is a trick that all disciples of Ting Yunfeng will use, cutting Qiushui.

He opened his eyes and saw a masked man looking at him in the dark night with some surprise.

Wen Xingyi knew that he was no match for this person after the short fight just now.It's just seeing him as a doctor and underestimating his cultivation for a while.

So he didn't bother to fight, and after a few vertical jumps to distance himself, he prepared to leave with the sword——

"Ah." There was a pain in the right shoulder, a hidden weapon was embedded in the flesh, and the masked man was approaching.

Wen Xingyi's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and he had no choice but to treat him as he did, throwing a handful of medicinal powder at him violently.

The man let out a scream, and Wen Xingyi stepped on the sword body with his toes, but he was stunned for a moment, he only used the most common psychedelic powder——

"Snapped"!

In such an instant, the back was suddenly slapped hard, and a bone-piercing horror spread from there, as if the soul was pulled out of the body by a huge force. Falling, unconscious.

Wen Chongyuan stayed comfortably in Yuque Palace for a month and a half.He knows that he has no talent, and Xiangyi doesn't know how to teach others. He is still in the foundation building stage, so he is asked to practice Qi and touch the sword every day.But he is a child after all, so he is a little "proud" when he gets along with each other day and night. Every day after dinner, he goes to Chaoyi Palace to play.

When Xiangyi walked in, he saw him sitting on his bed with a mirror in his hands, wagging his two little feet and watching with relish.

"Does it look good?"

Wen Chongyuan nodded heavily, "It looks good!"

Instead of blaming him, Xiangyi sat down next to him and watched it with him.

"Second Palace Master, are you arguing?"

"No quarrel," Xiangyi replied flatly, "Wen Yin has such a temper that he can't quarrel."

"But you look so angry." Wen Chongyuan's eyes were not very good at a young age, and he held the mirror in front of his chest, "Looking at the lanterns—is it the Lantern Festival?"

"Yeah. A girl asked you out, Little Grass."

"Wow! No wonder you are so handsomely dressed."

Xiangyi heard the schadenfreude in his tone, and flicked his head lightly.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of that year, Wen Xingyi in the mirror did not wrap himself in a rice dumpling, but instead wore a white fleece robe and a new light green dress.He wears a lot of clothes on weekdays, and he is always smiling. He looks young and harmless, but that day he specially tied his hair, and he looks tall and handsome, even with the pitiful bead at the corner of his eye. Tears and moles reveal two points of affection.

Xiangyi was already a lot taller than him at that time, her face was ugly, and she was even a little furious.

When Wen Xingyi found out this small thought, his face blushed exaggeratedly, and he called him in an attempt to cover up, "Junior brother, what's the matter?"

"Where are you going?" Xiangyi asked coldly.

Wen Xingyi couldn't lie to him, and didn't want to lie to him, "Miss Yin wanted to go down the mountain to watch the lanterns, but it was inconvenient for her to be alone, so she asked me to take her there."

"Then what are you doing dressed up for?"

Wen Xingyi was a little shy at first, but now he has calmed down, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face again, "Junior brother, this is the first time a girl asks me out, I want to make a good impression. Okay...does it look good?"

nice!

Nice to see the explosion!

Xiangyi was so angry that she asked him indiscriminately, "What's so good about that Yin Shuzhen? She's not pretty, her family background is not outstanding, and her cultivation is mediocre."

"Junior Brother." Wen Xingyi's smile turned cold, and he looked at him strangely.

Xiangyi realized what she said, and pursed her lips stubbornly.

"I didn't expect it to be so many years..." Wen Xingyi lowered his head and twisted the belt on his chest, "I'm not good-looking either, I'm from a bad background, and my cultivation base is low."

"No..." Xiangyi regretted a little, "You are different."

Unexpectedly, Wen Xingyi smiled, "My brother already had a family when I was my age, and he has children. My family is more difficult, but... I also want someone to like me. I want to try too. "What is it like to like someone?"

At that moment, Xiangyi seemed not to be himself anymore, and said, "Do you like her? Then you go."

Under the candlelight, the young man's eyes were a little deep, and Wen Xingyi was a little puzzled, but he was nailed back to his place by a single sentence as soon as he moved.

Xiangyi asked, "What about me? Don't you like me?"

As if being licked by a flame, Wen Xingyi trembled and froze in place helplessly.Xiangyi's eyes regained their clarity, and there was a gleam of fire dancing in the beautiful black and white eyes, which ignited a raging fire in his heart.

"Junior brother?" Wen Xingyi tilted his head, and asked in a wrong way, "You, do you want to see the lanterns too?"

"I don't look at the lanterns." Xiangyi took a step forward, locked Wen Xingyi in the corner, and touched his cheek with slender fingers, "I look at you."

The place where his fingertips touched suddenly became incomparably hot, Wen Xingyi blushed, everything handsome and unrestrained disappeared without a trace, with round eyes open, he looked a little silly.

"It's pretty." Xiangyi was loyal to her heart, and gave the answer, and then moved closer to her face——

"Master, Junior Brother..."

Sealed her rumbling lips.

As soon as it was touched, Wen Xingyi clasped his waist, stared at him blankly, his eyes flickered in panic, and didn't dare to look at him again.

Xiangyi stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it in surprise, then exclaimed hoarsely, "It's so sweet."

Wen Xingyi's body softened suddenly, and he refused with a red face.

Xiangyi became addicted and went mad, then lowered her head to grab his soft lips, swallowed his powerless argument, ah, tasted the tip of his tongue.

So sweet, so sweet.

The corners of Wen Xingyi's mouth are always slightly upturned. It is clearly an ordinary face, but it always makes people feel like a spring breeze, like a ray of golden warm sun in spring.

No one has tasted his insides, soft and sweet.

Xiangyi clumsily rushed into his mouth, the sweet liquid overflowed in the intercourse of lips and tongue, Xiangyi licked it away subconsciously.

The two of them pressed their foreheads together, rubbing the tips of their noses together ambiguously, Wen Xingyi's light-colored lips turned red from being licked and glistened with water.

Xiangyi's fingertips repeatedly swayed Wen Xingyi's hot skin, touched the small tear mole, and whispered softly, "You look good. You are so pretty."

He started again, his hands slipped down and wrapped around Wen Xingyi's waist, Wen Xingyi whimpered unconsciously——

"Snapped".

The mirror was snatched away, and Xiangyi tried to pretend to be unmoved, and said honestly, "I can't look at it."

Wen Chongyuan belatedly realized that his throat was tight, and he looked at Xiangyi with a strange meaning in his eyes.

"You." Xiangyi just wanted to put on the air of a master to teach a few words, but was brought into the emotions in the memory, couldn't help but recollect, a little distracted.

"Then, did brother Xiaocao go after that?" Wen Chongyuan shrank his neck and asked.

"Didn't go." Xiangyi remained calm, if it wasn't someone who knew him very well, he wouldn't be able to see the smug look on his brow.

"..." Wen Chongyuan's face was hot, but he didn't dare to reach out to slap him.

Xiangyi didn't speak any more, and the two sat side by side with ghosts in their hearts, like two children bowing their heads in reflection.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the door, a disciple knocked on the door, pushed the door open without following the etiquette and came in, shouting, "Second Palace Master! Wen Xingyi disappeared in Phoenix Mountain, and only found his adornment outside the wooden house." sword!"

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