Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Luo Qinglian smelled the shower gel on Rong Jiuxiao's body. They both used the same type, but when it came to Rong Jiuxiao's body, it was like a fucking aphrodisiac.

Luo Qinglian recalled the tragic case of tearing clothes again, her voice became weak, and she said, "No, no."

"No?" Rong Jiuxiao chuckled, leaned into his ear, and said, "Then why don't you dare look at me?"

Luo Qinglian stiffened her mouth and said, "I didn't dare to look at you."

"Then where are you looking now?" Rong Jiuxiao seized the opportunity and would not let it go, and continued: "It's still good before taking a bath. After taking a bath for an hour, after I came out, I secretly looked at me shyly—"

"Baby, when you were taking a bath, what was going through your mind?"

"Or, thinking about what I did?"

"I'm the client, but I'm very curious, why don't you let me hear it?"

Luo Qinglian had already become a cooked prawn, he pushed Rong Jiuxiao's arm, but without pushing, he justified his name by smashing the can, saying: "I didn't expect you to do that kind of thing, I'm so pure Little Bailian, how could she do such obscene things?"

After a cold shower, he was overwhelmed, and he wasn't lying.

Rong Jiuxiao continued to smile, and said: "Then tell me, you have thought about something, done something, and made yourself... as if you have been ravaged and loved by me."

Luo Qinglian's legs were a little weak, and she thought that if the mother went on like this, he might be kneeling and singing Conquer.

Luo Qinglian's heart broke, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I just thought of tearing up your court clothes, being pressed on the bed by you, bullying, and I feel that you... have a different appearance and seem to be sanctimonious." , it’s actually a beast.”

When Rong Jiuxiao heard this, he smiled more directly.

He wiped his face, feeling a little complicated, looked at Luo Qinglian who seemed to be going all out, and said: "You are so impatient, you have to tear my clothes off, I didn't see it, you actually like such explosive things .”

Luo Qinglian got full marks for her tongue-in-cheek, if someone hit her, she would become a fresh and refined little Bailian.

Luo Qinglian yelled, "You insisted on making me say it! I didn't want to say it!"

Rong Jiuxiao smiled, pressed the person against the wall and kissed his lips, and when Luo Qinglian's legs were so weak that he leaned directly against Rong Jiuxiao for support, he let him go.

"Although I can't remember the past at all." Rong Jiuxiao said: "However, for the sake of your expectation, if you want to play some role-playing games or other exciting things, I can satisfy you .”

Luo Qinglian was overwhelmed, and said, "Ninth Brother, can you first practice your kung fu that won't suck people to death, and then you can say it will be successful after you reach the perfect level?"

Because of Rong Jiuxiao's natural body that can absorb spiritual energy anytime, anywhere, he has only seen pigs running but not pork.

Luo Qinglian thought a little sadly and angrily, could it be that he will have to rely on his imagination to tear clothes for a living in the future?

Rong Jiuxiao's eyes darkened, and after a while, he took a deep breath and let go of Luo Qinglian.

"I used to feel that although the natural Taoist body is harmful, there is nothing to complain about." Rong Jiuxiao straightened his somewhat messy home clothes, moved his neck, and said, "It's not because I haven't practiced to the top. I can’t achieve it, but I think it’s pretty good if I leave a little room to absorb spiritual energy while eating and sleeping.”

From all aspects, the innate body is the son of God, the unreasonable kind, as long as the body can keep up, the cultivation is as natural as eating and drinking.

Rong Jiuxiao may only need three to five years to reach the realm that others can cultivate in 100 years.

But now, Rong Jiuxiao regretted it.

God knows how much he wanted Luo Qinglian to experience how severe his "punishment" was when Luo Qinglian blushed and talked about those images of the Eighteen Prohibitions in his head.

Looking at Luo Qinglian's puzzled eyes, Rong Jiuxiao couldn't help but smiled again, and said, "Starting tomorrow, I'm going on a long trip."

Luo Qinglian was taken aback for a moment, then came back to her senses and said, "Ah? Wherever you are going, I will go too!"

Rong Jiuxiao took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kill someone, and said: "I want to find a place to retreat and practice, so as to solve my natural Taoism that wants to swallow you alive."

Luo Qinglian realized something, licked the corner of her mouth, and said a little excitedly: "Ninth brother, you finally think about it, don't you plan to be pure-hearted and ascetic?"

Rong Jiuxiao closed his eyes, swearing, and said, "Go to hell with abstinence, I want to eat meat."

Luo Qinglian: "..."

That night, when Luo Qinglian was playing games with a few brothers in the dormitory, she picked up the mirror and looked at herself in pity.

"Tell me." Luo Qinglian asked before she was resurrected, "Do I have the potential to harm the country and the people?"

Li Jianian was just about to show off his face, but when he heard this, his hands trembled and he almost failed to use his skills.

Li Jianian gasped and said, "Luo Luo, you asked Xue Shen to donate a library for you again?"

Xie Xiyan also asked: "Could it be that Second Young Master Rong is going to abdicate to let the virtuous, and live in seclusion with you in the mountains?"

Wei Xuan said: "Come out to clean up the soldiers after resurrection, don't soak in spring water at home."

Luo Qinglian put down the mirror and manipulated Daji to run towards the middle, sighed, and said, "I just looked in the mirror, and it really is a handsome man who will bring disaster to the country and the people."

Everyone in the bed: "..."

Get used to it, get used to it.

Playing games and sleeping too late, when Luo Qinglian woke up the next day, Rong Jiuxiao had already packed her luggage and was ready to go out.

"Breakfast is on the table for you. I won't be here for a few days, so don't live here alone, and don't eat takeaway all day long." Rong Jiuxiao explained worriedly: "Go back to the old courtyard, what do you want to eat? Tell mom or auntie to go and play with Lao Duan and Nanyan when you're really bored."

Luo Qinglian yawned, walked up to Rong Jiuxiao, hugged him and kissed him, said flatly, "I'm not going to look for them, the two of them have probably reconciled and showed their affection recently , I don’t want to watch it.”

Hearing his sour tone, Rong Jiuxiao said very calmly: "It's because they want to show off their affection that they let you go over and mess it up. It's fun to be a light bulb, but Nanyan is still the kind who is shameless, in front of you. He will definitely not let Lao Duan be too presumptuous. Think about it, if Lao Duan wants to say a few soft words, or want to make out, he has to worry about you being by his side, so he dare not do anything."

Thinking of that scene, Luo Qinglian couldn't help laughing.

Rong Jiuxiao really fucking stopped being a person, he couldn't eat meat by himself, he didn't even give soup to others, and let him do the damage.

"Just kidding, don't really go." Rong Jiuxiao tapped the tip of Luo Qinglian's nose, and said, "No one can control their affairs, let them settle it themselves, and you Go play with them."

Luo Qinglian nodded with a smile, and said, "I know, I'm not so ungrateful."

At this time, disturbing Nanyan in the past, there is no guarantee that Duan Yunhe will take a small note.

Rong Jiuxiao went on to say: "It's the end of the new year, the weather is too cold recently, there is still rain and snow, so don't go to set up a stall under the overpass in the afternoon, even if you are in good health, I don't worry about the cold."

Luo Qinglian's heart was so warm that she hugged Rong Jiuxiao's waist and said, "I know, don't say it."

Rong Jiuxiao said, "Do you think I care about you?"

"No, I don't mind." How could Luo Qinglian think that he was taking too much control, and wished that he could take care of more, so she whispered: "Brother Jiu, if you keep talking like this, I won't be willing to let you go."

Rong Jiuxiao: "..."

I still have to go, mainly for the sake of the future, and it is worthwhile to give up for a while.

After Rong Jiuxiao left, Luo Qinglian did not go to set up a stall under the overpass, but packed up a few clothes and went back to the old house of the Rong family, feeding herself with delicious food and drink every day.

………………

In the early morning, there was a light rain in the capital, and the rain in winter was so chilly that people would rather lie in bed than get up for breakfast.

The door of an antique shop in Dupan Lane creaked open.

Ever since he came back, Nan Yan didn't put on his old Tang suit anymore, even tied up his hair, and put on a white down jacket with jeans underneath, making him look much younger.

The Eighth Prince was shocked by the cold wind blowing in from outside, shaking his black feathers and quacking, "I'm freezing to death, I'm freezing to death!"

Nanyan breathed a sigh of relief, stepped out of the shop and was about to go to the alley next door to buy some fried dough sticks, bean foam and spicy soup, but stopped before taking a step down the steps.

On the long street, at the gate of the hall, Duan Yunhe was holding an umbrella in his hand, wearing a black woolen coat, and looking at him calmly.

In the morning, there were no customers on Antique Street, even the shops hadn’t opened yet, the sky was smoky gray, against the drizzle, it looked a bit desolate.

"You..." Nan Yan opened her mouth, only to realize that her voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't feel much about the temperature at first, but when he saw Duan Yunhe's red fingers, he suddenly felt that it was cold in his heart.

Nan Yan calmed down and said, "Why are you standing in front of my store so early in the morning? Could it be that I sold you a fake product and you are going to come to my store and stand quietly to demonstrate?"

Duan Yunhe is obviously different from before. He was a somewhat frizzy young boy before, but now, as if in a lifetime, his whole person has a gloomy air.

"Nanyan." Duan Yunhe raised his eyes and looked at him, perhaps because he had been standing in the cold air for a long time, his voice was a bit sticky and hoarse, "I have been home for a couple of days."

Nan Yan didn't speak.

Duan Yunhe spoke slowly, but every word seemed to be carefully considered.

"My parents and I talked about you."

He told Duan's father and Duan's mother that he fell in love with a man who was a man just like him, and whether they agreed to the marriage or not, he only had this one person in his life.

Nan Yan widened her eyes and said, "You——what do you say I am doing?"

Why does this suddenly involve parents?

The two of them haven't written their horoscope yet!

"My parents' house is halfway up the mountain. Duan's family has a lot of people. If you like quietness, you definitely don't like living there." Duan Yun's eyes were full of unresolved feelings. He said, "I have been I didn't save much money, I killed too much in my previous life, and I betrayed people's hearts, knowing that my sins are serious, so I should have died early in this life, but I was lucky enough to enter the Taoist sect and saved my life."

Nanyan's rouge-colored lips trembled suddenly, and the hand hanging by her leg clenched involuntarily.

Nan Yan held on and said, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"