IX Cultivation

Sound, the dagger stabbed towards Wan Ling with a 'swish'!

The man stood there, watching the dagger stabbing himself, with a calm expression, and even followed the dagger until it touched his body and cut his clothes, but it didn't penetrate his skin, but broke into two pieces on the ground.

In the next second, Wan Ling raised his leg lightly, and the purple light vine tied to his calf shattered and disappeared. The man's slender hands patted his torn clothes, and he looked at him standing in front of him with an expression of disbelief. Yu Bi, who looked like Yu Bi, suddenly became tense, as if going through a life-and-death duel.

However, Wan Ling didn't make a move, and just brushed past the tense and ashen-faced Hubi, as if the opponent was nothing more than an ant and was not worth his shot...

Indeed, Ao Puppet thought the same way, the immortal's hands were so clean and beautiful, how could they be stained with such dirty blood?

Looking at the back of the fleeing Hubi, Long Jun slightly parted his lips, and said something, a string of golden fine lines swayed in the air, spread quietly to Hubi, and then slowly stopped.

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Thanks to the gift of the national teacher, Wan Ling's afternoon is not a dull one. No matter how many years have passed, there are still such human monks who will do anything to increase their morality.

He also quickly forgot about the matter of the wall, but felt that something was missing, and then he was surprised when he lay on the bed—oh, the prince was missing.

Ji Jue always likes to come to his room at night to press the quilt, and does many things with her own hands, but now she doesn't even have time to see each other, it's clear that the distance is very close...

Although Wan Ling was a little confused, he would not go there in person after all. He went to bed and prepared to rest after realizing that Ji Xi seemed to be coming so late.

The maid named Wen Jing served him. After he chose the mansion, Wen Jing brought a group of guards and maids to make the mansion full of popularity.

Good is good, convenience is convenience, but it is always inferior to my little fairy boy from Wanling Palace who understands his mind, is well-behaved and quiet.

If so, after the maid blew out the candles and closed the door with a 'squeak', Wan Ling also breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. Not a moment later, he fell asleep and fell into a dream.

It's not a lie, it's really a fall—Wan Ling is like falling from a great height, and the feeling of weightlessness is overwhelming, but there is nothing to be afraid of. Wan Ling knows who is waiting for him below.

Sure enough, when he was still a few hundred meters away from the ground, someone grabbed his waist and floated down in a strange and ambiguous embrace...

Lake-colored petals are flying all over the sky, messy and romantic.

——This classic posture is so sullen that I have no friends.

054-055. Don't look at me like that

Prince Ji Jue stepped into the palace again after ten years, and the ground under his feet was unfamiliar but gave him an unforgettable sense of trembling.

After lunch, he did not return to the place where he lived ten years ago - the Prince's Mansion - but, together with many ministers, listened to the ministers in the imperial study room about the empty state treasury and the peace between neighboring countries and other powerful countries. Agreement, discussions about retreating after defeating the front line and so on.

The emperor is old, and there is no fresh blood even in the court, and the courtiers are all old, and they speak in a polite way, but they don't reach the point, and no conclusions or methods are discussed in the end. It was evening again.

Liguo is in the north, and in winter, the nights are extremely cold. The journey from the Imperial Study to the Fujixu Palace of the Empress Dowager, who had eaten at noon, is not far or near, but it can still turn people's hands black and purple.

The prince was smiling all the time, kind and inexplicably good-looking. He was tall and slender, with a straight and handsome appearance, and spoke peacefully. He was very different from the blind and dumb prince that was rumored in the palace before.

After looking at it, the old officials couldn't help but put him and the third prince Ji Xi together, and those who were originally firmly on the side of the third prince had other thoughts.

The banquet was very luxurious and grand. In the end, the lanterns flying all over the sky were brighter than the stars. The prince had nothing, so he watched the ministers, relatives, relatives and princes all come forward to give gifts. made.

At Xushi, when everyone left the stage one after another, Ji Jue also retreated obediently. When she left, she looked back at Ji Xi who was called forward by Emperor Huan En, and the golden dragon chair that symbolized power, as if carelessly. I just glanced at it for a while, but when I turned around, there was a palpitating color in my eyes...

When going back to the Prince's Mansion, Ji Jue was sitting in a sedan chair, a light-colored sedan chair with a gray cover and red tassels, and a layer of snowflakes on the top. At first glance, it looked very simple and elegant, like the color of pure snow, very similar On someone's skin, the bright red tassels were unsteadily blown up by the wind and scattered in the air. The redness was particularly attractive, like someone's red marks...

Ji Jue doesn't know how to make faces, but he knows that there is a face that attracts people most, and that is the person with rosy eyebrows.

And the person he knew was even more red than his brows, like a drop of blood was smeared between his brows, he was born to be admired and loved by others, hugged by many people, and he was afraid of breaking it even if he wanted to touch it kind of.

That person is called Wan Ling.

Ji Jue has lived with this person for ten years, but still can't understand him, sometimes indifferent and sometimes caring about him, as if he doesn't understand anything, but the eyes have gone through vicissitudes.

But there is one thing Ji Jue can be sure of...

Ji Jue opened the curtains and looked at the place next to the Prince's Mansion that was chosen by Wan Ling as the mansion today. She didn't let the person who carried the sedan chair get off the sedan chair and went in to have a look at him. Most of the young people in the photo had sharp-edged faces, and after passing by, the young man let go, and the curtains were slowly covered, leaving a trace of mist overflowing from the gap in the window, and dissipating in an instant.

The young man sat upright in the sedan chair, with a straight back and drooping eyelashes.

He can be sure that in a man's heart, he is actually not that important...

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After the conversation with Emperor Huan En, Ji Xi hurried back to her mansion, after a brief wash, she ordered no one to come in and disturb him, then covered her with a warm quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Because men seldom dream, so this time he lured men into his dreams. He hugged the man who fell from the sky and stepped on the ground lightly, giving him the only scene that could come up in his never-romantic mind. .

As a result, it should be okay.

After all, Wan Ling, who was looking at him in front of him, didn't have any dissatisfaction.

"Ji Xi..." Wan Ling looked at the handsome young man who was very close to him, his voice seemed a little hazy in his dream, as if it had reached others' ears through a layer of mist full of water vapor, "let go."

Ji Xi's arm is still holding the man's slightly slender waist, under the palm is the man's warm, soft and sensual waist, looking at each other, I have to say, the man's eyes are so beautiful, as if he has affection for him Whispering witty words...

But Ji Xi knew very well that these were just his imaginations, only the words that the man told him to 'let go' were true.

"Okay." Ji Xi couldn't get out of the man's eyes. Although she let go, the whole space changed. Wan Ling fell into the wedding room covered with a big red quilt, and her hair scattered all over the bed. , the white neck was also exposed from the obscene clothes, but it seemed to be reflected by the red veil of the big bed with an ambiguous red color, and the human face was peach blossom...

Immortal Wan Ling now understands that Ji Xi doesn't mind revealing that she can capture dreams and so on, so she's here to wait for the 'benefits'.

Wan Ling looked at Ji Xi leaning down with his arms on his sides, staring at him with deep eyes, a slight breath came down, and there was an unspeakable fragrance.

He heard the thumping sound of the chest of this young man who was thin and gloomy when he was young, but now he is cold and handsome, and then he heard Ji Xi say:

"Wan Ling, what you promised, I'll take what you gave me..."

As soon as the words fell, Wan Ling looked at Ji Xi indifferently and reached out to hold his hand. The other's palm was much hotter than his, but in an instant the slightly rough palm moved to the young man's lips. The young man half closed his long and narrow eyes, covering half of his madness and determination, and then kissed the palm of his hand.

But immediately after, Wan Ling's palm got wet, and he was actually licked!

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and Ji Xi licked his palm with a heavy breath, and put his fingers in his mouth, stirring with his soft tongue and slightly sharp teeth gnaw.

Probably because Wan Ling's sight was too obvious, Ji Xi saw it when she raised her eyes, and her face suddenly became darker, and when she raised her hand, a piece of black cloth covered Wan Ling's eyes, and her hand was covered by the soft and warm feeling. Hot oral cavity is spared.

Wan Ling heard the young man's low voice that he couldn't control himself: "Don't look at me like that..." Although it's disgusting...

The Immortal of All Souls is not as real in the dream, his body is immune to those low-level mana, his spirit is sealed, and at this moment he is controlled by others, unable to move.

So he couldn't control his hand being placed in a hot and hard place by Ji Xi...

Then there was a suppressed sigh in his ear.

"Wan Ling, Wan Ling..."

056-057. Reluctant

That's where the spirits themselves have.

But that part of him has always been the same temperature as his body, neither cold nor hot, just like one of his fingers and eyelashes, nothing special.

But the desire in Ji Xi's crotch made Wan Lingguang feel surprised when he pressed his palm on it. It was only through a thin layer of clothes, the desire under his hand could feel even the shape of it.

The place with the hard and full glans is between the fingers of his index finger and middle finger, and the thick column is covered with blue veins in circles, piercing Wan Ling's hand.