After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

In the bedroom, Ah Zhuo carefully placed Jingzun on the pillow, lay on the bed and looked at him: "Is it comfortable for you to sleep on it, why don't I make a small mattress for you with a silk handkerchief?"

"It's okay, I don't need to sleep." Jing Zun smiled, and habitually reached out to curl his hair, but forgetting his body shape at this time, it was a bit difficult to hold the hair in his hand.

Ah Zhuo helped him to hold it, holding his hair in his hand but thinking of making fun of it, he went to Fu Jingzun, seeing him jumping up and down on the pillow so itchy, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jing Zun feigned anger: "If you have the ability, you will continue to bully tomorrow?"

"Don't I dare?" A Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, dare you." He had no choice but to lie down with his arms under his head.

A Zhuo let go of his hair and continued to look at him on his stomach. The more he watched, the more interesting he became. There were countless times in his heart that he wanted to push him to roll around with his fingers, and he wanted to shake him a few times in his palm to see if he could jump. He is so tall, and even wants to tie a small skirt for him with silk handkerchief.

But these thoughts were all suppressed, and he just stared at it without blinking, and the corners of his mouth never fell.

Jing Zun closed his eyes for a while, and curled his mouth: "Others are fine, but small skirts are absolutely not."

"I didn't think so." A Zhuo waved his hand quickly.

[Really, really, I didn't think about it, senior brother, trust me. ]

"..."

Jing Zun got up and jumped into his hands: "Come and see how high I can jump."

He flicked the palm of his hand, and jumped a few times, his hair and clothes fluttered up and down, jumped to the top of Ah Jue's head, jumped down from between his eyebrows, touched his eyelashes with his arm, and returned to the pillow to look up he.

Ah Zhuo's eyes were shining brightly, and he wanted to hide him so that no one would be allowed to see him, but he also thought about something that he hadn't had time to ask before: "Has your cultivation base returned?"

"Yeah." In fact, he never lost it, but he couldn't use it, but Jing Zun didn't intend to tell him about the match, so he nodded, and the person in front of him seemed quite disappointed.

[It's a pity that I can't protect my brother in this way. ]

[So, I still have no ability to do anything for him. ]

His eyes are dark.

Jing Zun jumped into his hand again: "You have done a lot of things."

"Why do you always know what I think?"

"This..." Jing Zun began to hesitate, whether to tell him that he could hear what was in his heart.

[Senior brother, can you see through my heart? ] Ah Zhuo thought again.

He was silent for a while, and decided to speak: "It is indeed..."

[No, I don't believe it, it's not scientific. ]

His train of thought was interrupted: What does science mean? Is there any in our comprehension world?

Listen to Ah Zhuo's continuous inner words.

[Not only do I want to tie a small skirt for my brother, but I also want to tie a bow on his head, no, put on bunny ears, or a fluffy little skirt with a tail? ]

Jing Zun: "..."

[Senior brother didn't respond, it means he couldn't hear it, try again. ]

"..."

[Put on bunny ears and a fluffy skirt, and dance on tiptoes, perfect! ]

"..."

[Well, there is no response, I can't see it, hey, I was shocked. ]

Jing Zun coughed softly, but was still about to speak.

[I'm going to make the little skirt out of silk, and then I'll watch him dance and dance...]

Jing Zun: Wait a minute, Ah Zhuo, don't think about it anymore...

Well, you go on.

For no apparent reason, I wanted to hear what was going on.

[It's easy for me to make his clothes disappear, but he is clumsy, and I have to untie mine myself. ]

Jing Zun: Yes, I untie it every time, just a little slower, I am also afraid of tearing, here I must criticize Zhao Yanshan by name, the uniformly distributed clothes are really not strong.

[And the technology is average. ]

!!!

! ! ! !

[As soon as I frown, he stops and asks me if it hurts. If I frown, it hurts, okay? ]

good! !Then I won't ask anymore! !

[Sometimes begging him is not begging for mercy, people are embarrassed to say, why doesn't he understand? ]

So when you say beg me, do you want me to continue?

[Also, why do you keep asking me if I’m tired, when I actually don’t need much effort? ]

[Why do you ask me if the courtship period is up or not? Who said that it has to be the courtship period? ]

……

Jing Zun decided that he should never say what he could hear in his heart, because he was afraid that his junior brother would not be able to find the ground.

He jumped off Ah Zhuo's hand and jumped onto the Journey Halberd next to the bed.

Ah Zhuo quickly calmed down: "Where are you going?"

"I should go back."

"I'll be back now, will it show up again tomorrow?"

He smiled secretly: "Yes."

In fact, he only needs to go in and take back his soul consciousness, and he will be able to come back immediately, but he wants to tease the person in front of him.

A Zhuo was very disappointed: "Okay, see you tomorrow." He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the top of his head, watching the little figure gradually disappear, blending into the halberd of knowledge and never to be seen again.

Suddenly clear and bored, Ah Zhuo turned over and over and stared at the curtains fluttering by the bed.

His sleeping hall was specially repaired, and there were four hot springs next to it, and the gurgling water rang like music in his ears.

But listening to this voice, he still couldn't fall asleep. He should have been born in the sea, but he didn't yearn for the blue sea and blue sky. The fireworks in the world were enough to make him linger.

Lie flat with the Jitu Ji tightly in his arms, staring at the top for a while, he suddenly saw a stream of light, which made his eyes squint, and when he opened it again, he felt his body sinking, and when he didn't see it for a moment, he thought as if The crazy man is in front of him.

Before he could react, he stared blankly at the other party.

Jing Zun frowned, and pulled out the Zhitu halberd between them and put it under the bed: "With me here, do you still want to hold it?"

A Zhuo was stunned: "You... are you the original body now?"

"Yes." He smiled, "It's intact."

"All... all recovered?"

"Ah."

"Doesn't it mean that you are a genius?"

"Hey, for some reason, if I feel that someone is thinking of me, I'll do it in advance."

The cheeks of the person in front of him were flushed: "Who thinks that?"

Jing Zun held that face over, stroked his chin and leaned over, and put a thin kiss on his lips: "Okay, I think so."

Covering the neckline with his hands, he continued: "Tomorrow you will wear my demon clothes. Last time you wore the bright red clothes at the Demon Lord Ceremony, very beautiful."

"Why, my clothes are not good..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of the scarf being ripped open, Ah Zhuo couldn't help being startled when he saw his clothes falling in pieces.

In the end, he really frowned and wanted to beg for mercy, but the senior brother refused to listen, and instead got worse.

The moon shadow swayed and gradually sank to the west, and the people in the market finally walked back slowly.

As he was walking, Changfeng fell behind, took Hu Yiqing by the way and hid secretly by the wall, looked left and right to see that there was no one around, surrounded them with his hands, and looked at her very solemnly.

Hu Yiqing showed a disgusted expression, and turned into a spiritual weapon in his hand: "Do you have something to do?"

"Yes, there is something very important that I must tell you."

"Okay, tell me." She first transformed into a long sword in her hand, and then changed it into a machete after thinking about it.

"Master Yu said that I don't have long to live."

"Oh." Hu Yiqing was careless, and the machete was quietly replaced with a big hammer.

If you dare to say nonsense to me, I will kill you with a hammer.

"It's only 80 years. For human beings, this may be a lifetime, but for disciples of Xianmen, it is really short. I don't want to leave any regrets."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The hammer turned into a mace again.

"I want to say..." Chang Feng sighed deeply, but let go of her, and bowed to her, "I'm dying anyway, you make me into a sacrificial spirit and put it in the keel knife."

The mace fell to the ground suddenly, and Hu Yiqing was shocked: "You will not be able to reincarnate if you become a sacrificial spirit."

"After reincarnation, if there is no memory of this life, can I still be considered me? My life is only this life."

"Okay, if you want, what do I have to say."

Chang Feng couldn't believe her completely: "Just put it in the keel knife, you won't use it elsewhere, right?"

Hu Yiqing picked up the mace and shook it in his hand: "Am I such a dishonest person?"

Changfeng narrowed his eyes: "You don't seem to be a very trustworthy person."

But in the end, he was the only person he could entrust. The two were silent for a while, and Hu Yiqing nodded seriously: "I really won't lie to you, don't worry."

The number of pedestrians in the market gradually decreased, the roadside stalls were almost closed, and all the lamps brought by the demon cultivators were taken away, and there were only a few night pearls, glowing with hazy light.

In the guest room, Meng Xizhuo was wiping his sword. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he saw Master approaching in a blink of an eye, and hurriedly greeted him: "Master, are you awake?"

"Well, why didn't you see anyone else?"

"They all went out to play." Meng Xizhuo helped him to sit down at the table, and briefly talked about how they came to the Demon Race, only hiding his injured part. Anyway, he has a special physique, and his injuries are almost healed. Yes, and after finishing speaking, he said, "Tomorrow we will go back to the master's gate. Everyone thinks that you and Changfeng have not recovered yet, so it's better to stay in the demon clan and wait for us."

Xiao Ju knew that going by himself would not be of much help, so he nodded in agreement, telling him to be careful, Meng Ximao replied that I would, and then the two looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

There are countless threads of love, but suddenly I feel uncomfortable.

Thinking about it carefully, since they decided to be together, this is the first time they are alone in a quiet night like this.

They couldn't help kissing each other, carefully, young and emotional.

The morning wind passes through the mountains, startling the birds in the forest, fluttering their wings and flying to the clouds.

The leaves rustled, and the scent of flowers wafted from a distance.

On the top of the mountain, Yan E was the first to come, carrying his soul-locking feather, and still wearing the "eggplant" outfit, which added a different kind of bright color to the lush mountain peak.

After waiting for a while, seeing Xuan Yu rushing over, he panted and explained: "I can't find the Dragon Bone Knife. After searching for a long time, I found that I ran out of the door."

Qing Hong Zaibai came later, and after a while Jing Zun and A Zhuo flew over hand in hand.

Several people looked up and down at A Zhuo: "Junior brother Jiang, do you have a happy event today?"

A Zhuo was wearing a red dress with a black cloak, Xuan Yan looked at the cloak familiarly: "I can only put it on my head, but can he wear it?"

Indiscriminately answering the words for his own lord: "It is already very good to let you get on your head."

Xuan Yan couldn't talk to them: "Hey, where is Junior Brother Meng?"

Everyone raised their fingers: "It's over there."

The author has something to say: Don't you make a surprise appearance after you fully recover, Mozun, just do this?