Purple Bamboo

...I'm not..." The boy in the corner was still trembling, and the skeleton had disappeared when the children dispersed, and the last trace of black energy on his body also dissipated at this time.

At this time, a young and handsome man came from the sky and landed not far from the boy.

Being able to fly in the air is something only a purple-level powerhouse can do. The black and silver-edged magic robe on his body shows that this is a noble magician.

The magician frowned and looked around. He just clearly felt the strong dark magic elements and magic fluctuations here.

Finally, the magician noticed the trembling young man in a corner, his messy hair was covered with snow flakes, his red, thin fingers covered his face stiffly, his eyes were tightly closed and his face was wrinkled, his bruised and bloodshot face The scars were exposed between the fingers, the dry and cracked lips were already purple from the cold, and the boy's tattered clothes were the only place where dark magic elements remained.

"Boy, get up." The magician walked up to the boy and ordered, "Did you activate the magic just now?"

The boy trembled even more, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Where?! That bastard dared to scare you!" "Well, he is still full of black air." "Just say he is the son of an evil devil!" "He should be burned to death!" "Yes! Sacrifice him to the gods Let's go!" A sharp voice came from far and near along with the noisy discussion, and a large group of villagers came over aggressively, led by their own children.

Seeing the strange magician standing next to the boy, the villagers stopped talking all of a sudden, and the parents also covered the children's mouths one after another. A magician is a very honorable profession.

br>A white-haired old man stepped forward and bowed slightly, "Praise Falan, I am the village head of Kaluo Village, Mr. Mage, but this kid offended you?"

"Praise Falan." The magician turned his head and replied lightly. Thinking of the words of these villagers, he came to a conclusion, "I want to take him away. Does he have relatives?"

"No, respected Mr. Magician." The village head said quickly, afraid of offending the magician.

The magician nodded, looked back at the boy for a while, then leaned over and pulled the boy's hand covering his face.

The cold touch was like a corpse, and the boy's cheeks were flushed abnormally, presumably he had a high fever.

Cleaner than expected, the magician pulled up the boy's stiff body, hugged him into his arms, and the magic power spun to drive him away from the cold.

A warm feeling flowed through all limbs, the young man opened his eyes in a daze, and the handsome god was right in front of him, am I dead?Thinking of this, the boy quickly fell into a coma.

Picking up the young man, it was amazingly light. The magician looked down at the thin man in his arms, and flew away, leaving behind stunned villagers.

Returning to his temporary residence, Phil Jackson wanted to put the boy on the bed before looking for the accompanying magician of the light department. Unexpectedly, the boy's hands were gripping his robe very tightly. With a sigh, Phil Jackson directly Voice transmission "O'Brien, come here."

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and a kind young man walked into Phil Jackson's room. Seeing the young man in Phil Jackson's arms, he was slightly startled, "Master Phil Jackson, what orders do you have?"

"He has a fever." Phil Jackson touched the boy's forehead.

Let the successor of the master of the light tower, a magician of the ninth rank of the purple rank, treat an unknown boy. Only Phil Jackson, the master of the dark tower, can do such a thing.

O'Brien nodded knowingly, took a few steps closer, put his hands on the boy's chest, and healing white light poured down from his hands.

After a while, the boy's breathing became much more stable, the bright red on his cheeks faded, and even the bruises and wounds on it shrank and disappeared.

"Master Phil Jackson, it's over." Withdrawing his hand, O'Brien respectfully said.

"Well, let's go back." Phil Jackson nodded, and the boy in his arms moved, as if he felt his position, took a breath, and his body became stiff all of a sudden.

"Wake up? Let go of my clothes when you wake up."

Pretending to be asleep was pierced by Phil Jackson's words, the boy's body trembled, and he opened his eyes only to notice that he was holding on to his clothes. He quickly withdrew his hand and came out of Phil Jackson's arms, looking at him timidly.

r> "My name is Phil Jackson." Phil Jackson said gently, and the invisible spiritual power spread out, "What's your name? How old are you?"

"S, Sloan." With a lot of peace of mind, the young Sloan replied in a low voice, "17 years old."

It is impossible to tell from the figure that Sloan is 17 years old!

"Okay, Sloan." Phil Jackson called out with some pity, and a black light appeared in his hand, "This is a dark magic element. Magic elements are not evil. The key is the talent you use. Your talent is very good. In the future, you He is my named disciple."

The familiar black light made Sloan feel a little closer, and with the comfort in Phil Jackson's words, Sloan immediately knelt down and kowtowed, calling out "Master."

"Get up." Phil Jackson smiled slightly, thought for a while, then turned his hand and took out a silver engraved ring embedded with a dark magic core and handed it to Sloan, "This is a space ring, a gift from the master for meeting you. "

"Thank you, master." Sloan stood up in surprise and took the ring. This was the first time he had received a gift.

"Well, I'll let those sets of clothes come in, you go take a shower first." Now that he was his disciple, Phil Jackson felt that the tattered clothes on Sloan were particularly annoying.

"Yes, Master."

A month later, Fa Lan.

Phil Jackson and his group returned to Falan, and they asked Sloan to return to the Dark Tower for resettlement, while Phil Jackson and O'Brien went straight to the Light Tower.

The remaining six tower owners all gathered in the Light Tower. Phil Jackson sighed deeply after taking his seat, "I have tested it. The Donglong survivors hate Falan deeply and regard them as mortal enemies. There is almost no possibility of reconciliation. .”

"It seems that we can only let them develop and seek reconciliation when there is an opportunity in the future." The Master of the Bright Pagoda shook his head helplessly.

"That's all there is to it."

……

"Are you the master's new disciple?" The arrogant young man came towards him and looked at Sloan unceremoniously.

At this time, Sloan was wearing a thoughtful magic robe, with a cautious face, and his body was rigidly pressed against the wall.

"Hmph, it's only the first level of the yellow class." The young man laughed, his body glowed with lavender light, he had just broken through to the purple class.But how did he know that Sloan reached the yellow rank in just one month?

Zi-level, this young man who looks to be in his 20s is already Zi-level!Falan really deserves to be Falan. After a month of study, Sloan has gained a deeper understanding of Falan, magic elements, and so on.

Sloan lowered his head silently, it seems that he still needs to work harder

force.

Seeing that Sloan didn't speak, the young man snorted boredly, and entered the cultivation stone room without looking sideways.

Sloan heaved a sigh of relief and left here quickly.

In the evening, Phil Jackson returned to the Dark Tower and called Sloan into his exclusive training room.

"Master." Sloan walked in respectfully, looking at Phil Jackson with admiration.

"Here are two notes on the cultivation of dark magic magic. Take it and study it carefully. You can practice at least six hours a day. Okay, you can sit there and practice." Phil Jackson pointed to the soft couch not far away. , This is what he just asked people to arrange today.

I don't know if it's because of Sloan's talent, but Phil Jackson pays special attention to him, and even puts him by his side for training.

Practicing with the master is of course a dream. Sloan sat cross-legged on the soft couch and began to look through the result notes. When he saw the words of Phil Jackson on the title page, he treasured the notes even more.

Five years have passed in a flash. Under the nourishment of Falan's rich magic elements and rich food, although the thin Sloan looks a little smaller than his peers, his strength and magic power have far surpassed others, but because Phil Jackson taught him that each step must be steady before he can make a breakthrough to the next level, so his advancement was very slow, and he was only at the third level of the youth level, which was the lowest among Phil Jackson's many registered disciples.

In the evening, Sloan was meditating in Phil Jackson's stone room as usual. Gradually, he felt hot and dry. He didn't know what was going on. He often felt this way in the past few days, and he didn't want to disturb Master. Practice, Sloan bit his lower lip trying to restrain the heat.

"Um……"

A soft moan interrupted Phil Jackson's practice. Following the sound, Sloan bit his lower lip and fell on the soft couch with a flushed face. His legs were intertwined and he looked at himself helplessly. Water seemed to be dripping from the gray eyes.

His heart was hit hard, and Phil Jackson hurried to Sloan's side, "What's wrong? Are you sick? Tell the master that it's uncomfortable there?"

Sloan's face became more and more red, and he closed his eyes in embarrassment. How could he tell his master about the discomfort.

"Sloan." There was some anxiety in Phil Jackson's voice, subconsciously holding Sloan's hand.

Oops, that place seems to be getting hotter, Sloan closed his eyes and shook his head, "Master, I'm fine."

"Tell me." Sloan's voice dropped, which was a sign of his anger.

Sloan quickly opened his eyes and sat up, lowering his head, not daring to look at Phil Jackson, and said a word in a very low voice.

phil jackson

Still heard it, he was slightly taken aback, he stretched out his hand to hook Sloan's chin and raised it, his handsome face was blushing, his eyes were full of helplessness and grievance, and then he turned his gaze to Sloan's crotch, Sure enough, there was a big bulge there.

Thinking that Sloan hadn't matured until now because he didn't eat well when he was a child, Phil Jackson hesitated for a while, looked at the helplessness and impatience in Sloan's eyes, and finally made up his mind to put his hand into his robe. Teacher, it is also possible to teach this.

"Sloan, I will only help you once, this is a sign of a man's maturity..."

Sloan softened into a puddle of water when his heat was grasped, and lay down on the soft couch powerlessly, with the extremely gentle voice of the master next to his ears, and the powerful big hands of the master under his body, accompanied by unprecedented The ultimate pleasure, and finally screamed and released the first time.

"This is the end of today's practice. I'll go back and rest first." His voice was a little hoarse, and Phil Jackson glanced at Sloan's wet gray eyes and red lips with tooth marks, and calmly drew out the cloudy white lips. After wiping his hands, he turned and left the stone room.

It must be because he hasn't vented for a long time before he reacted, and Sloan's words still echoed in his ears, Phil Jackson thought self-deceivingly.

After that, Phil Jackson set a rule for Sloan to read a book a day and continued to supervise his practice. The relationship between the two did not seem to have changed, but they became closer.

Fifteen years later, when Phil Jackson was 15 years old, under the witness of the other six tower masters, Sloan was announced by Phil Jackson as his disciple.

According to Falan's rules, the tower master must choose the next successor when he is three hundred years old. There can be many named disciples, but there is only one disciple who can truly inherit the position of tower master. Once the candidate for the disciple is decided, It will be announced within Falan immediately, and the other six tower owners will be notified to ask them to be witnesses, so as to avoid the loss of Falan caused by snatching outside the tower master when the tower master dies.

"Master, why!" After the six tower masters left, a young man couldn't wait to rush in front of Phil Jackson, "Miss... Sloan is only at the blue level, and I am already at the third level of the purple level! Why not me! I am yours!" The best of my disciples!" This man was the young man who laughed at Sloan 20 years ago.

"Boolean, this is my decision." Phil Jackson frowned, and said coldly, "Make a lot of noise, go back to confinement."

Under the huge pressure of Phil Jackson's eighth grade, Bull immediately bowed his head and said yes, his drooping eyelids covered the unwillingness and resentment in his eyes.

Twenty years later, the seal that sealed the crack in the abyss was loosened again, and the seven tower owners of Falan Seven Towers entered the inner city of Falan to strengthen the seal for ten years.

Fei

Jackson reached the ninth level of the white level 50 years ago, and now he is attacking the realm of the gods. This time he entered the inner city with ease, but when he thought about not being able to practice with Sloan again, he felt a little lost. Once entering the inner city, the tower owner cannot leave, and the successor has only one chance to go to the city to report on the matters inside the tower once a month.

With some reluctance to say goodbye to Sloan, Phil Jackson entered the inner city together with the other six tower owners.

Bull sneered coldly in the distance. After being dormant for so long, he knew that his chance had finally come.

After 120 years of observation, he has long discovered the relationship between Phil Jackson and Sloan, but Phil Jackson, who is in the game, has been deceiving himself about their master-student relationship, and that cowardly Sloan has no courage to speak out about his dirty Thoughts, hmph, that's fine, just let the two of you who are in collusion kill each other.Insulted by the people you admire the most, betrayed by the people you trust the most, Sloan and Phil Jackson, I want your life to be worse than death.

Resentful words rolled in his heart, Bull covered the turbulence in his eyes, turned and left, it was still early, he planned slowly, he had waited for 120 years, how many years were left.

nine years later

During these nine years, because of the continuous strengthening of the seal, Phil Jackson seems to have realized something. There is only one month left in the inner city. After seeing Sloan for the last time, he hurried back to the seal to inject magic power .

Sloan returned to the dark tower with some disappointment. The teacher's eagerness to leave today made him feel a little uncomfortable. Thinking of what he overheard Bull said before, he shook his head in annoyance. For the first time, he didn't go to the stone room to practice. Go back to bed and sleep.

In the middle of the night, Bull covered his breath, sneaked into Phil Jackson's stone room, found a mechanism under the bed where Phil Jackson practiced, opened it, took out the black box inside, restored everything to its original state, and returned to his secret room.

Phil Jackson's training room has always been a forbidden area of ​​the dark tower, and no one can approach it except Sloan. Bull accidentally found a record from the handbook of the previous generation of the dark tower master. Demonic magic is very dangerous, so in order to prevent accidents, each dark tower master will allocate a soul and store it in the dragon soul wooden box when he succeeds.

And now Bull has the soul of Phil Jackson, and he is not in a hurry to open the wooden box. He knows that if he destroys the soul inside, Phil Jackson will be aware of it immediately and rush over to kill him. Draw a few magic circles inside, Bull carefully opened the wooden box, and patches of black mist floated out, only a faint outline.

Reciting the ancient taboo incantation, Boolean's hand continued to draw several patterns, and the rich dark magic elements filled the magic circle. The black mist seemed to be a little thicker, and the limbs could be seen gradually.

Half a month later, the black mist in Bull's secret room had condensed into a solid body, just like Phil Jackson, but his expression was a little dull, and red light flashed from time to time in his eyes.

Seeing the result, Bull laughed with satisfaction, "Phil Jackson, Sloan is just a dog and a pig you raised, and you raised him just to absorb his skills to break through the five-hundred-year-old life limit. By the way, try it." His smell."

"Sloan is just a dog and a pig I raised. I raised him just to absorb his power to break through the five-hundred-year-old life limit, and to taste his taste by the way." The black mist condensed into Phil Jackson. re-read Boole's words.

Bull's face twisted into a grin. "Yeah, just a bastard, go find him, tell him, tear him apart."

"It's just a bastard, find him, tell him, and tear him apart." Repeating this sentence, Phil Jackson, who was condensed into black mist, walked out of the secret room.

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"Teacher, why are you here!" Sloan asked in surprise when he saw Phil Jackson in the stone room. The ten-year deadline has not yet come.

"I came to you." Phil Jackson approached Sloan.

Seeing Phil Jackson getting closer, Sloan's face became hot, "Teacher..."

"Bastard." Phil Jackson said coldly, pulling back Sloan's hair and staring at his face.

Sloan's face turned pale, as if falling into an ice cellar, "Teacher, what did you say..."

"Bastard." Repeated coldly, Phil Jackson bit Sloan's Adam's apple, leaving a bruised tooth mark without mercy, pulled his robe roughly with both hands and pinched, "I raised you just for this day."

"No... let me go..." Sloan said tremblingly, but his body suddenly lost strength.

Throwing Sloan onto the soft couch, let him kneel down, and removed his last line of defense, Phil Jackson patted his round buttocks, parted the two parts, and went straight forward. Before he could adapt, he began to forcefully "You are a dog I raised, and I raised you just to absorb your power to break through the five-hundred-year-old life limit."

"Ah!...No...don't say it!..." The tearing pain and insulting words made Sloan scream, and he couldn't believe that the torture on his body was done by his most respected teacher.

……

The back seemed to be pierced by a scorching iron rod, the waist was almost numb, the skin was densely covered with tooth marks, the two spots on the chest stood upright red and swollen, and the body was covered with turbid white, as if there was something else Flowing out from the place in the back that couldn't be closed for a while, Sloan lay on the ground with his body in a daze. Phil Jackson played with him for a whole night. I have no memory of when Jackson left. As soon as I closed my eyes, I could hear Phil Jackson's insulting words. His red and swollen eyes could no longer shed tears. The dream of more than 150 years was suddenly shattered.

After lying on the ground for two full days, when Sloan walked out of the stone room again, he was still handsome and elegant, as if nothing had happened, only the gray eyes that had become darkened could never return to their original clarity.

Satisfied with the results of his first step, Bull put the soul of Phil Jackson, who had recovered from the black mist in the secret room, back into the dragon soul wood, and found a chance to secretly put the box back.

When Phil Jackson came out of Falan's Inner City, seeing Sloan was a big hug. He had realized that breaking through the realm of God was just around the corner, and the life limit of five hundred years would soon be broken.

Sloan's body stiffened for a moment, and he seemed to be able to hear the laughter of the people around him.

Phil Jackson obviously also felt Sloan's stiffness, and thought that the apprentice might be shy, so he didn't care, and pulled him back to the practice room in the dark tower.

"Sloan, over the past 100 years, I have imparted all my knowledge, and I have nothing left to teach you. This time in the inner city, I have realized a key point in breaking through the five-hundred-year-old life limit. I want to Retreat for a period of time, during this period everything in the dark tower is up to you to decide, and by the way, help me prepare the things I will use for the final attack, and you don’t need to tell anyone about this.” Phil Jackson, who was rising, didn’t notice Sloan An increasingly pale face and a collapsed heart.

"Yes, Master." Lowering his head to cover the hatred in his eyes, Sloan responded and left the stone room.

It took Phil Jackson eight years to retreat this time, and he became even more unfathomable after he left the retreat again. Seeing everything Sloan had prepared for him, Phil Jackson was very happy, and he had faintly noticed his own weakness. In the past, Sloan might not have liked it, but since that incident, Sloan has only deepened hatred in his heart.

One day, Phil Jackson broke away from the state of meditation. He had just sensed the energy to break through the realm of the gods, so he recalled the soul he had separated when he succeeded the master of the dark tower, and entered the stone room specially prepared by Sloan.

The stone chamber is about ten meters high, square and square, and the stone walls around it are as smooth as a mirror. Inside are all the things Phil Jackson needs.

Phil Jackson's heart softened even more. He decided to sign the same natal contract with Sloan after he broke through the realm of God, and then never separate from him again.

After making up his mind, Phil Jackson started the final rush

prick.

However, just as he was about to take the last step of success, fluorescent lights suddenly lit up all around, and a huge hexagram pattern floated from the floor of the stone room, abruptly interrupting Phil Jackson's last step of becoming a god, directly sealing his soul.

After seeing the success of the ancient magic circle, Sloan entered the stone room with a blank expression on his face. Phil Jackson's body fell to the ground without a sound, and a round spar full of mysterious brilliance floated out from his chest. .

"Soul Orb." Destroying the unsightly body|body, Sloan grabbed Phil Jackson's Soul Orb, pulled the corner of his mouth with a half-crying smile, and a few tears fell on Phil Jackson's Soul Orb, and soon just disappeared.

……

Under the bombardment of thunder and lightning, Phil Jackson and Sloan in the super artifact Deadwood Dragon's Cry were also affected. After a long time, Phil Jackson woke up and looked at the soul that was still sleeping in front of him in a daze. Why did the gangster return his soul orb when he burned his soul, and also compensated his soul orb to make up for his disappearing soul, so that Sloan's own soul was damaged and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, there was a pain like a needle in Phil Jackson's head, and the unbearable picture rushed in like a galloping horse. Bull's words, what he did with his own soul, and the thousands of emotions in Sloan's heart all flashed in his mind .

After knowing the whole story, Phil Jackson was so angry that he hugged Sloan tightly with red eyes.

"Well, let me go!" Sloan woke up from the tight confinement, his face changed after seeing the person holding him clearly, and he struggled desperately.

Phil Jackson's hands tightened, he lowered his head to cover his shouting mouth, and brushed Sloan's lips gently but forcefully.

Feeling numb all over, Sloan bit down hard, but didn't move. He forgot that both of them were in soul state at this time.

Phil Jackson leaned against Sloan's forehead, and while kissing, passed on all his memories and inner feelings to Sloan.

At the end of the long kiss, Sloan was already in tears.

"Sloan, although I know this sentence has no practical effect, but I still want to say, I'm sorry." Phil Jackson gently wiped away his tears.

Biting his lower lip and shaking his head desperately, the grievance that Sloan had suppressed for many years finally broke out, and he cried in a mess.

"Cry, you'll be fine if you cry." Phil Jackson held Sloan in his arms and gently stroked his back.

Seemingly tired of crying, Sloan pushed Phil Jackson with a nasal voice, "I'm fine, let me go."

"Well, I'll go out first, and I'll report back to Yinzhu." Phil Jackson calmly let go of Sloan, and floated out of the super artifact Deadwood Dragon's Cry.

Sloan stayed for a while, and suddenly found that the soul orb of Phil Jackson, which was floating in the air, disappeared in an instant. He was taken aback, and quickly followed the super artifact Deadwood Dragons, and saw Phil Jackson handing the soul orb to Ye Yin bamboo.

"What are you doing?!" He held down Phil Jackson's hand, and said angrily.

"Sloan!" Ye Yinzhu became alert.

Phil Jackson stretched out his other hand to hold Sloan, and handed the soul orb to Ye Yinzhu, "Hold it first."

Ye Yinzhu didn't know why, but he knew that Sloan had snatched Phil Jackson's soul orb, so he still took the soul orb. The next moment, the soul orb melted into Ye Yinzhu's body.

"You!" Sloan gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Yinzhu.

"Okay." Phil Jackson leaned closer to Sloan's ear and whispered, "This way I can be with you forever."

Sloan turned his head and glared at Phil Jackson, dropped a black ball and returned to the super artifact Deadwood Dragons.

After a while, Phil Jackson also came back. He took Laslon's hand and was thrown away immediately.

Phil Jackson simply hugged Sloan directly from behind, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Read to me: Under the witness of the eternal sun, moon and galaxy, I am Phil Jackson."

Sloan was startled, "Under the witness of the eternal Sun, Moon and Galaxy, I am Sloan."

Phil Jackson hooked Sloan's hand, because they were in a state of soul, and the two of them didn't need blood.

"Open it! The door of the contract! Unleash the glory of dignity to bless me, and the immortal seal will be formed here. The earth has limits, the ocean has edges, the wind flows in the maze, and the flames burn in the holy circle. Listen to the words of the eternal believer My wish is to draw on each other's blood, and I, Phil Jackson (Sloan), am willing to share my life with Sloan (Phil Jackson) from this moment on, to help each other as equals, and never change." The two said at the same time.

A six-pointed star floated above the heads of the two, and gradually fell, imprisoning the two of them, and finally disappeared slowly.

The perception was infinitely magnified, and the damaged soul was repaired. Because of the huge energy, the two fell into a coma one after another, hugged each other and fell down...

Lower Limit (mini-theatre episodes)

节操

About the Little Theater of 【Heart】

Purple: "Sound Bamboo"

Ye Yinzhu: "Huh?"

Zi (expectation): "What's on your mind?"

Ye Yinzhu (without hesitation): "Withered wood dragon chant"

Zi (half silence): "What about me?"

Ye Yinzhu: "You are in my soul"

The instant beast-like purple pounced on Ye Yinzhu

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A small theater about 【Hot Spring】

One day a long time later, when Ye Yinzhu was playing with Zi, he found a hidden natural hot spring to soak comfortably in the hot spring. Zi listened silently to what happened during a hot spring bath, and did not react, but the temperature of the hot spring suddenly rose a lot. Ye Yinzhu looked back at Zi strangely: "What's wrong?"

Zi's ​​eyes dimmed, and Ye Yinzhu's lips were imprinted on him, and his tongue deftly entered his mouth, stirring and tangling "Well," Ye Yinzhu reflexively hugged Zi's neck in response.

After the kiss was over, both of them were panting, Ye Yinzhu barely stood still: "Huh...Ziu...what's the matter with you?"

Zi hugged Ye Yinzhu's waist with one hand, and stroked Ye Yinzhu's chest and abdomen with the other hand, and gradually went down: "I'm jealous."

"Huh?" Before Ye Yinzhu could react, he was grasped at the vital point, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Zi enjoyed the big meal relentlessly. In this kind of place, he even mentioned that he had soaked in hot springs with others, let alone three women. , really owe a "lesson"

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About the Little Theater of 【Tacit Understanding】

early morning

Feeling her body being touched, Ye Yinzhu woke up

Ye Yinzhu (confused): Hmm~ purple?

Zi (not stopping): Huh?

Ye Yinzhu (whispering): Well, what are you doing...

Zi (slides hand to lower abdomen): Didn’t you say either

Ye Yinzhu (momentarily weak): Ah~ when did you say that? ! [This is obviously a normal reaction to getting up in the morning Zi (lowly laughs and starts): We have such a tacit understanding, of course I know what you are thinking Ye Yinzhu (gasping): You~...um...stop~...

Zi (accelerates hand speed): You said don’t stop

Ye Yinzhu (groaning? Moaning): No~...Yes~...

Zi (sliding the hand to the back, entering): You said that you also want to

Ye Yinzhu (staring): You~....... um~......

Violet (replacing somewhere with swelling): You said you want thicker ones

Ye Yinzhu: ...

Purple (accelerate the impact frequency): You said it should be faster

Ye Yinzhu (thinking that he didn’t say anything, gradually getting lost): Umm, ah, ah, noon

Ye Yinzhu, who was sore and limp after being eaten all morning (lifted the table): tacit understanding! !

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Tanabata Small Theater

Ye Yinzhu got up very early today. When he woke up, he found no one around him. He touched the side, but there was no residual warmth. Zi had been up for a long time, and he was a little confused and disappointed. What did Zi do?

After getting dressed and washing up and having breakfast, Ye Yinzhu was going to go out for a walk. He hadn't visited Qincheng for a long time.

Walking on the street, Ye Yinzhu found that there were a lot of couples on the road today, almost all of them were in pairs, and others looked at him strangely.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Ye Yinzhu continued walking, passing Golden Strings, which is a branch of Golden Life, and now it is the most upscale restaurant in Qincheng.

Through the window on the second floor, Ye Yinzhu saw Grandma Nina and Grandpa Qin Shang. Grandma Nina was blushing and receiving a large bouquet of roses. Taking it back, Ye Yinzhu actually found that not far away, his mother and father were approaching a candy store holding hands, Ye Yinzhu turned around and walked the other way.

what is it today?Ye Yinzhu walked aimlessly while thinking, and finally found the reason at the door of a flower shop.

There is a sign at the entrance of the flower shop, "[-]% discount on roses on Qixi Festival, and free chocolates"

So today is Qixi Festival, Ye Yinzhu knew that Qixi Festival is a festival for lovers in Donglong Empire, but Zi went out early in the morning, Ye Yinzhu thought in a depressed mood.

It was already past noon, during which time Zi didn't contact him, Ye Yinzhu was so depressed that he didn't even have the appetite for lunch.

Returning to the City Lord's Mansion with his head down, he still didn't notice Zi's aura. Ye Yinzhu walked back to the room, fell on the bed, and fell asleep without knowing it.

"Sound Bamboo."

Feeling the touch on his lips and the familiar voice, Ye Yinzhu opened his eyes, his eyes gradually cleared up, and he just looked at Zi like that.

Zi kissed Ye Yinzhu's forehead again, "Get up and eat."

Ye Yinzhu looked out the window, the sky had already darkened, I don't know if it was an illusion, the sky outside was glowing with purple light, if it was different from usual, Ye Yinzhu would definitely check the reason, but today he is not in the mood, turn around , without looking at Zi, got up and walked out the door.

Seeing Ye Yinzhu's back, Zi raised her lips and followed.

Ye Yinzhu didn't wait for Zi, and started to eat on his own.

Zi seemed unaware of Ye Yinzhu's anomaly, as usual, put the vegetables into Ye Yinzhu's bowl, "Crispy fried bamboo shoots, these shoots are very fresh."

Ye Yinzhu didn't get angry and refused to eat. He put it in his mouth and tasted it. It was really fresh, but he still didn't speak, and ate in a muffled voice.

When Ye Yinzhu finished eating, Zi also put down his chopsticks, "Yinzhu, I have something to do later, can you go to the backyard and help me get something? It's in the middle of the yard."

Nodding his head, Ye Yinzhu got up silently and walked towards the backyard.

Stepping into the backyard, Ye Yinzhu was stunned.

The purple leaves are fluttering with the wind. In the middle of the large bamboo forest is an exquisite bamboo house, glowing fluorescent under the moonlight. This is simply another sea of ​​blue sky.

A warm body came up behind him, and the gentle words "Yinzhu, happy Qixi Festival" were heard in his ears.

Ye Yinzhu looked sideways at Zi, his eyes were black and bright, "You did all of this?"

"Yeah." Zi kissed Ye Yinzhu on the cheek. He got these from Bikonghai, and he also built the bamboo house according to the design of the dwarves and goblins. "Go in and have a look?"

Ye Yinzhu nodded, Zi took his hand and entered the bamboo house together.

The bamboo house is not big, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Of course, the most obvious thing is the big bed covered with bamboo leaves.

After closing the door, Zi pulled Ye Yinzhu over, pushed him down on the bed, kissed and stroked him, lay down on the side for a while, and looked sideways at Ye Yinzhu, "Yinzhu, where is your gift?"

Ye Yinzhu was taken aback when he heard the words, then turned over and pressed on Zi, half sat up