Merry little roll

The kung fu of a stick of incense is as smooth as wine, Yuan Yang is withdrawn from the memory, like a dream, like a dream, without knowing anything.He opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on a soft bed, the silk was wrapped in silk, and the pillow was soothing.

In the vagueness, it seemed that a pair of cold hands were pulling at his fingers, from the fingers to the root of the fingers, the knuckles were intertwined, and the warmth and coolness blended together, like a feather brushing by, gently and full of tenderness.

Gentle, itchy, slow, deepening.....drawing every line of the palm, biting every corner of the finger.

Yuan Yang turned his head and suddenly bumped into the cold light blue, his eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"you're awake."

Mo Yin leaned closer to her body, but did not let go of her hand.

"What's wrong with Xiao'er?"

Hearing this sentence Xiao'er, Yuan Yang's heart was sore and swollen, protracted memories surfaced, and they were unforgettable and lingering.

Although the memory is still intermittent, but some things are different after all.

For example, the snow all over the sky.

For example, his oath of kneeling on one leg.

For example, the snow-wrapped flowers that bloom in June.

"Master." Yuan Yang hummed out the words with difficulty from his throat.

"En." Mo Yin responded softly, and stroked the loose strands of hair on Yuan Yang's forehead with his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier... There are still some memories, intermittent, but I can't remember them, I have a lot of problems..." Yuan Yang tried to get up, but was pushed back to the bed by Mo Yin.

"Master, who are you, why did you accept me as an apprentice, what happened after that, why did I lose my memory, and... why did Master's body shape and hair color change completely?"

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic it became, and I picked up my mind casually, all of which were messy and unreasonable questions.

The heart is in a mess, and the more you stroke, the more chaotic.

"It's a long story."

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Yin's lips, and he inserted his hands into Yuan Yang's warm crevice little by little, interlocking his fingers tightly.

"The future will be long, don't worry, I will tell you slowly."

The looming red rope was fused into an inseparable knot in his eyes, and it merged into Yuanyang's palm from his palm, and they were already integrated into one. "Let me ask you three questions first."

Ren Yuanyang was slow-minded. Looking at Yu Jin's interlocking ten fingers, and listening to Yao Jun's tone of intimacy that crossed the line, he gradually realized the difference. He tried to shake his hand, but found that the person in front of him refused to let go. Half a point, the more you break free, the tighter your grip.

Unable to struggle, he gave up.

"The first question..." His throat started to feel hot, and thin sweat broke out involuntarily on his face, "What the hell is our relationship?"

"Hold your hand, heart, and thoughts, hand them over to each other's body, soul, and spirit, lingering, life-to-life." Mo Yin looked deeply into Yuan Yang's black eyes that kept dodging, and raised the corners of his lips , "Do you want me to say more?"

"No need..." Zhu lips muttered, Yuan Yang saw the strange light flashing in the eyes of the Yaojun in front of him, a trembling fear crawled out from the depths of his memory, and his mouth felt hot.

That's good, there will be another sum added to his heavy love debt, and it will be the most profound and indelible sum!

Yuan Yang's head was aching. It was the wolf ambition lent to him by the heavenly king Lao Tzu, which made him dare to mess with someone like Yaojun.

"The second question..." The man in red pulled himself together, his eyes gradually becoming more determined.

"Why did Master become like this? He used to have white hair, but now he has turned black, and his body shape is not what it used to be. Why can Master only be seen with a veil on weekdays, and often shed blood and tears like that... ...but was murdered by a traitor!"

Yuan Yang's breathing gradually became short of breath, and he could no longer control his emotions, and the deep ink was covered by thick thoughts.

"Slow down, there is still a problem with you." Yaojun's ice-white complexion was almost transparent under the sunlight, and he slowly lifted Yuanyang's black hair that had fallen to his shoulders with his other hand, "Xiaoyao's hair, It's longer."

He gently brushed Yuan Yang's hair from top to bottom with his hands, letting it pass between his fingers, palms, and palm lines, "When it grows to the previous length, I'll tie it up for you." good."

"Yaojun!" Yuan Yang didn't move, and didn't move, Huoshaoyun climbed up his cheeks, wishing to cool himself with ice water, so he could only put on a serious face. "You haven't answered my second question yet."

"During the years of your reincarnation, many things happened. You became the demon king of the fairyland, and I became the demon king. It's ridiculous...you forgot me, and I forgot you too. What do you mean by disk." Helplessness flashed across Yaojun's face, "As for my blood and tears, they were not caused by a traitor, but a little heartless person who imprisoned me."

"Who is that person?"

"A pervert."

"The pervert...he is..."

Yuan Yang frowned, he was in a fog, just about to ask, but the Yaojun covered his mouth.

"Three questions, no more." Mo Yin raised his eyebrows, but rubbed his fingers restlessly between Yuan Yang's lips, "Ask three questions a day, if you want to know more, come and exchange with me."

"How to exchange?" Yuan Yang's left eye twitched, feeling that it was not a good thing.

The Yaojun raised his eyes, his deep eyes were a little more charming, a cunning light flashed by, he took Yuan Yang's hand, and gently pressed it on the side of his face.

"Here, a question."

Yuan Yang's Adam's apple trembled, and his fingertips felt a fleeting cold touch, and he couldn't help trembling.

Mo Yin didn't move his brows and eyes, and didn't stop because of Yuan Yang's retreat. He changed direction and moved Yuan Yang's hand down, pleasing to the eyes, nose, and all the way, outlining the cold and perfect outline, until the two petals were warm and couldn't stop. down action.

"Here, two questions."

Yuan Yang's palms were sweating, as if his own hands were not his own, unconsciously subdued by the coldness covering his palms, Yaojun's vermilion lips were not as cold as other places on the skin, but they were only considered warm, but I don't know why, the warmth just hit Yuanyang's eyes and heart, setting off a prairie fire that couldn't be retracted.

Not good, not good.

"Just don't ask any more questions today, I'll ask again tomorrow!" Yuan Yang took advantage of Yaojun's relaxation and suddenly withdrew his hand, hid in the brocade quilt, tightly twisted his thighs, and silently recited the Qingxin Mantra in his heart.

Yuanyang, you have to be sober, you are a family member in the world, you can't be confused because of your memory.

Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form.

Yuan Yang closed his eyes and slowly rolled his eyes.

It's just the aftermath of breaking away from the illusion just now. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

He held his breath, his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and it was no longer a pounding sound.

It is neither born nor destroyed, not dirty or clean, so it is possible that he can still eat you.

The sparrow outside the window pouted its buttocks and looked into the room quietly. A few leaves were blown into the wooden window, and the pure aroma of wine slowly spread into the room.

I don't know who can be drunk.

After calming down, the heat gradually faded from his face, he let go of the hand that was twisted on his thigh, and slowly opened his eyes, but fell into a pair of smiling eyes without any warning.

Yaojun didn't know when he got so close, almost face to face with him, Yuanyang didn't dare to breathe out, and his blood rushed upwards.

There is nothing else in my heart, I am pure and calm!

His eyes turned, and the demon king turned with him.

Keep your eyes on and chase closely.

The bell outside the wooden window swayed gently in the wind, making a crisp sound, jingling, echoing Yuanyang's heartbeat up and down, almost swaying into the blue waves.

Being so close, the breaths of the two blended together, Yuan Yang's eyes were filled with ice-blue smiles, and he couldn't tell which was up, which was down, and which was north and south.

The words Yaojun just said recurred in his ears—holding hands, hearts, and thoughts, handing over body, soul, and spirit to each other, lingering and intertwined.

No sound, no sound.

Yuan Yang held his breath, and the smile in Yaojun's eyes rose even more.

"Why are you so nervous, what do you think I'm going to do to you?" Yao Jun pulled away from his body, the corner of his mouth was in a constant joke.

"I thought..." Yuan Yang struggled with his tongue, Kankan stopped the blurted words, swallowed back his throat, and swallowed back his pounding heart.

It can't be said, whoever speaks out first is the little turtle bastard.

Even if you lose.

He lowered his eyes, almost biting the tip of his tongue, and stood there in a daze.

My heart was pounding with fear, and the residual heat continued.

This game of chess and cards is even more troublesome than fighting in the fairyland!

He, Xianjun Yuanyang, was once considered a romantic figure, but now he has been completely defeated and returned home with his helmet and armor removed.

Yuan Yang puffed up the anger in his chest, raised his head, and forced himself to say something, so as not to lose so completely.

"Nothing, I just..."

Before the words were finished, the Yaojun who had pulled away suddenly bent down.

Yuan Yang froze in place, only feeling a burst of warmth between his lips.

——A superficial touch of water is fleeting.

A gust of wind blows through the hall, rolling down a few petals of flowers.

He stared blankly at the Yaojun in front of him, then stood up and rubbed his lips in aftertaste.

Yuan Yang's eyes widened belatedly, and lightning flashed through his mind.Her vermilion lips were burning hot, and her heart felt like it had been poured with boiling water, and she was sizzling with anger.

He immediately covered his mouth.

"Master is taking advantage of the fire!" Yuan Yang became angry, so he blurted out the words like this, and passed them out from the palm of his hand sullenly, "It doesn't count!" After he finished speaking, he felt that everything was wrong, and his voice became more and more unconvincing.

"It's just taking advantage of the fire to rob." Mo Yin pushed open the wooden door, and the fragrance of flowers came in.

"Taking advantage of the prairie fire, it will be your catastrophe."

Outside the window, orioles singing and emerald greens are swaying and jumping on the branches, as if echoing the words of the demon king.

Who messed up whose heart song, who fell into whose dream.

Hold the hand, heart, and thoughts of the child, and hand over the body, soul, and spirit of the other, and they are lingering and intertwined.

Tangyin is full of mountains, this meaning is lingering.

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Come, come, let's focus on dating!