After shrinking, I bent my foe [Cultivation]

After hugging the woman's neck and complaining aggrievedly, and telling her how annoying that human Pei Qingyan was, Yan Zhiyi slowly calmed down under the silent comfort of the woman, and nestled in her arms. He shook his head dizzily.

Pei Qingyan lowered her eyes and removed the Bu Yao from her bun, gently stroking her white hair, quietly pursed her lips after listening to the girl's soft and aggrieved complaints.

But he never thought that she was so annoying before.

The woman sighed in her heart, feeling a little helpless.

Seeing the girl lying in her arms and shaking her head in a daze, she felt a little soft-hearted, and hurriedly fetched some sober medicine for her, intending to feed her.

"...Don't, don't, ball, don't..."

The girl covered her head and got into the woman's arms, refusing to move, and muttered softly.

"Take some medicine and you won't feel dizzy."

The chains locked her wrists making it difficult for her to move. Pei Qingyan was careful not to let the chains touch Yan Zhiyi, looked down at the cheating girl in her arms, and softly coaxed her somewhat unskillfully.

"……bitter."

Yan Zhiyi reluctantly moved her body, raised her wet eyes to look at her.

When Qiuqiu doesn't want to drink medicine and doesn't want to copy books, she acts like a baby with her aunt like this, and will always get what she wants.Now, she subconsciously acts like a baby with her partner.

Really helpless, Pei Qingyan's fingertips froze, unable to resist her appearance, and asked her in a low voice: "Then what should I do?"

"go to bed!"

Yan Zhiyi moved her body slowly, kicked her feet vigorously to remove her shoes, and then turned over and rolled into the bed.

"Qiaoqiu wants to sleep."

She hugged her quilt, blinked unconsciously, glanced at the woman, thought for a moment, and then gave her some of the quilt.

"Go to sleep!"

Yan Zhiyi moved along with the quilt, put his arms around the woman's waist, smiled triumphantly and showed off his two small canine teeth, and showed off to her: "My quilt is all made of the hair I have shed. There's nothing softer than that!"

The quilt made of the soft fur of the little golden crow and little white tiger is indeed unique in the world.

Pei Qingyan gently squeezed the soft quilt, couldn't help but bend her lips, and when she looked at the girl with bright eyes again, she hesitated for a while, and finally obeyed her heart, tentatively and carefully lowered her head, gently Kissed the girl's lips.

A little powder appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

Yan Zhiyi was stunned, subconsciously stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick the soft thing on her lips, it was sweet, she liked it very much.

"...Are you molesting me?"

She asked in a low voice, then frowned and refuted herself.

"You are my partner, this is not indecent."

The clever Qiuqiu thought about it for a while, and said affirmatively: "This is the fun between couples."

"...Don't talk about it."

The woman lowered her eyes, her cheeks and ears were hot, and as the girl's words became more and more shallow, she quickly stretched out her fingertips to touch Yan Zhiyi's lips.

The masks of the two had been thrown away for a long time. At this moment, Yan Zhiyi stared blankly at her face, her eyes paused for a moment on the shame that was no longer cold and indifferent between her brows, and then slipped down again before being licked by her. Delicate lips...

Every inch, it looks...delicious.

But Qiuqiu is full, and now he is dizzy and wants to sleep first.

Yan Zhiyi thought of it with some regret, she closed her mouth obediently, and hugged him domineeringly.

Pei Qingyan bent down and took off her boots, and let her hug her indulgently.

"are you sleepy?"

She saw the sleepiness and tiredness on Yan Zhiyi's face.

"Sleepy."

Her partner hugged her and rubbed her lightly, just like after sleeping soundly that night, but he was more intimate and dependent, and coquettishly said to her: "You must be smooth."

Pei Qingyan was startled when she heard the words, and before she could ask anything, she felt a little itchy on her jaw, which was caused by something soft brushing against her.

She paused, lowered her eyes and glanced, a little light flashed in her eyes.

It's... a pair of small snow-white ears.

At this time, the girl in her arms was rubbing her small ears against her hand, the meaning of Shunmao was self-evident.

Pei Qingyan moved her fingertips lightly, and hugged the sleepy girl sideways, then rubbed the tips of her ears clumsily and carefully.

Yan Zhiyi closed his eyes, yawned a little under the gentle force, curled up a little, and moaned softly following the woman's movements, subconsciously wanting to hug his fluffy tail into his arms to sleep .

Unfortunately, this time, she couldn't hug her.

Fang stretched his tail, and was pinched and rubbed gently.

The girl suddenly trembled and snorted, her snow-white skin was instantly flushed, and her waist was limp.

"No, it's not kneading this!"

Yan Zhiyi opened his eyes, glared at the woman lightly with mist in his eyes, snatched his tail back and carefully hugged it into his arms, shaking his ears in anger.

"Don't touch the tail."

The little white tiger showed her its sharp little teeth viciously, and shrank back a little aggrieved.

"Okay, stop touching."

Such a pretentious and vicious appearance did not scare the woman, it just made the girl look more...lovely.

Pei Qingyan lowered her eyes, hid the soft smile in her eyes, followed her words and nodded in agreement, then stroked the back of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, who was holding her tail, very obediently sleeping for her Before the smooth hair.

The drowsiness hit quickly, and the head was drowsy after being swept by alcohol, making Yan Zhiyi lean towards the source of the warmth, hugging his tail and fell asleep after a while.

Pei Qingyan extinguished the candles in the room with a flick of a finger, and looked at her sleeping face quietly while leaning sideways in the darkness, her fingertips still caressing her back.

After a while, Yan Zhiyi's breathing gradually stabilized, so she stretched out her fingertips and tapped the girl's eyebrows, sending some spiritual power to help her sleep more sweetly and deeply.

Then...

In the middle of the night, the slender and white fingertips paused and hesitated for a long time in mid-air, just fighting against Pei Shengren's rigid and upright heart.

In the end, however, impulse prevailed.

She hesitated and put down her fingertips, poked into the quilt, lightly touched the girl's tail in her embrace, and then...slowly and gently kneaded it.

It was as soft as imagined.

The tail of a little white tiger is the most sensitive place, and it can only be touched by a partner.

Pei Qingyan knew this, so she couldn't bear it anymore.

Now that she has allowed Yan Zhiyi to lock herself up to be her partner alone, then... the ball is naturally hers too.

Only she can touch Qiuqiu's tail.

Yan Zhiyi woke up with a splitting headache, and when she opened her eyes, she was blinded for a moment. She raised her hand and pressed her forehead for a while before she slowly recovered.

But as her consciousness gradually became clear, those absurd things from last night flashed in her mind one by one, making Yan Zhiyi wish she was still drunk and did not wake up.

She buried her head and froze for a while without moving.

But the woman who was holding her was really hateful, at this moment she actually bowed her head and approached her softly, "Qiaoqiu."

"But the head still hurts?"

pain.

It hurts like hell.

Yan Zhiyi covered his forehead weakly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

When Luo Lu opened her eyes after a night, she was still lying on the low table, with three or four wine jugs thrown beside her, and the mask on her face was crooked and almost fell off.

When her mind cleared up a bit, she raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows, propped herself up on the table, straightened her body, frowned and looked around, but she didn't see Yan Zhiyi.

Luo Lu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something from last night.

Why did His Majesty the Demon Emperor go?

lock what?

What daughter-in-law?

Lock up your wife!

The female devil took a deep breath for a moment, stood up straight, and hurried to Yan Zhiyi's residence.

It's over, it's over, something happened.

"...Thank you for taking care of me last night."

Yan Zhiyi got up from the bed, bent down to untie the fairy lock for the woman, pursed her lips, and thanked her softly.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look at the woman's face for a moment, but slowly opened her mouth to say something.

Pei Qingyan saw her intentions, and the softness and smile between her brows were instantly covered with frost.

"You don't want to be responsible?"

She frowned and squeezed Yan Zhiyi's wrist.

Yan Zhiyi: ...

Yan Zhiyi: "... calm down."

"...I didn't do anything to you, what happened today..." Yan Zhiyi frowned, unable to continue.

She stood up irritably: "It's impossible for us."

Putting aside the inexplicable sourness in her heart, she calmly narrowed her eyes and said to Pei Qingyan: "My wife cannot be a saint of the human race."

It's not that it can't be Pei Qingyan.

But it cannot be a saint of the human race.

She finally looked at the woman, and gently pinched her other hand in her sleeve: "You practice the ruthless way, let's not talk about how it will affect your cultivation if you are moved. Even if you are yourself, it is impossible." Become a Taoist couple with the Demon Emperor."

Yan Zhiyi met the woman's cold eyes, and for some reason, she could see a little grievance and sadness from them, which made her subconsciously slow down her tone.

"...Pei Sheng think twice."

The woman lowered her head, those white hairs covered her eyes, preventing Yan Zhiyi from seeing her expression clearly.

The next moment, Pei Qingyan got up silently, waved her sleeves, tore apart the formation and left.

Yan Zhiyi was startled, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

It's too late.

Luo Lu's message came from outside the hall.

Yan Zhiyi stayed silent for a while and stiffened in place, then walked slowly and opened the door.

"Are you all right?"

Luo Lu looked at her and hesitated for a moment.

"...you last night..."

"I was brought back by a clansman to rest last night."

"nothing."

Yan Zhiyi pursed her lips and interrupted her.

How does this look like nothing happened?

Luo Lu looked at her sleepy and gloomy look, which was different from her usual cold and violent expression when she was angry, but more like a cub who had been robbed of something.

"...Forget it, it's fine."

Luo Lu sighed softly and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

Sometimes if you can not ask the end, just don't ask.

Both are difficult.

Yan Zhiyi nodded lightly, glanced sideways towards the room, then retracted her gaze and walked away with Luo Lu with her head down.

Xuantie is still there, but there are no people.

She really couldn't tell what was on her mind right now.

Responsibility and audacity have always been in conflict.

The Demon Emperor acts recklessly, but he always knows the bottom line of his recklessness.

The time in the upper realm passed quickly, and there were turmoil among the various races, and the intrigue of the human race never stopped.

Many ambitious but stupid people like Wang Wuliang approached Yan Zhiyi, trying to win her over and secretly take Pei Qingyan's position as leader.

In the past, Yan Zhiyi still had some interest in watching the clown come and play with her.But now, she threw these people out with broken legs.

It's strange that her violent methods in the past inevitably attracted criticism from a group of people.

But... During this period of time, she has never heard any bad voices from the human race.

The person who can suppress those old foxes... who else?

The Demon Emperor was in a daze for a moment, the tip of the pen in his hand froze slightly, the ink was smeared, and the piece of paper in his hand was useless.

Not only did those miscellaneous things disappear, but she even started to do other things very smoothly.

Yan Zhiyi raised her hand to her forehead, feeling depressed and uncomfortable, which made her lose her mind to deal with affairs.

Pei Qingyan Pei Qingyan Pei Qingyan.

The Demon Emperor dropped his pen in resentment, and waved his sleeves to find his best friend.

"Help me watch it for a few days, I'm going out to do something."

Luo Lu looked at her, didn't ask what it was, just nodded her head.

Yan Zhiyi turned around and took a few steps without hesitation, then stopped suddenly, tilted her head and asked her hesitantly, "How do you coax a woman?"

Yan Zhiyi thought about it and added a sentence.

"...old, prim and proper."

Luolu: ...

"...why do you think I know this?"

The female devil covered her face with a headache: "...you go give her something she likes?"

Luo Lu replaced her former female elder.

Suddenly, Yan Zhiyi nodded and said yes.

This time she turned around and left in an instant, leaving only the female demon behind her to sigh with her forehead, consciously knowing a shocking secret.

How many elderly, prim and proper women did Yan Zhiyi know?

Help.

Pei Qingyan finished processing today's paperwork, and was leaning against the window to quietly look at the scenery outside the palace, thinking of only one person in her heart.

Suddenly, the light in her eyes moved, and she turned her eyebrows and looked back.

The formation in the room was broken, and a familiar breath came from the formation.

Pei Qingyan stared at the girl in the black dress in a daze, forgetting her movements for a while.

The girl looked up at her, pursed her lips and walked over, and stood in front of her and asked her, "Do you like me?"

"Do you want to be my partner?"

Yan Zhiyi lowered his eyelids, avoiding the woman's gaze, and felt his ears burning.She asked two questions in a row, and the fingertips in her sleeves curled slightly.

"like."

"think."

Yan Zhiyi didn't wait long, and the woman gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.The elegant and old-fashioned saint suddenly stepped forward, ignoring etiquette, and hugged her tightly.

"...You are emotional, won't you destroy the Dao of cultivation?"

Yan Zhiyi tilted her head, but did not refuse the hug.

"It doesn't last long, and if it breaks, it will be rebuilt."

Pei Qingyan raised her hand to stroke her hair, closed her eyes and smelled the girl's breath, and asked her in a low voice.

"...I feel...I like you too."

I like it so much... I don't want to think about the identities of saints and demon emperors anymore.

So Yan Zhiyi came here today, broke the line she guarded, and chose to let go of this matter.

The girl paused, and slowly raised her arms to hug her back.

"Luo Lu said that if she wants to coax a woman like you, she must give you someone she likes."

Yan Zhiyi said to her solemnly.

"So... I brought the chain and entrusted her with the matter."

"Are you going to lock me up?"

Pei Qingyan looked at her quietly, listened carefully to her words, raised her hand to caress the girl's flushed cheeks, and slowly smiled.

Perhaps this was the first time in tens of thousands of years that she smiled so happily.

"I can't ask for it."

The saint bent down and picked up his girl, and walked slowly to the bed in the hall.

The black chain locked the snow-white slender wrist, Pei Qingyan bent her back, and locked her treasure on her bed seriously.

"I want to kiss you."

Yan Zhiyi lowered her eyes to watch her move, and suddenly bent her lips.

"Me too."

Pei Qingyan raised her head and hugged her waist, looked at the girl's delicate lips, recalled the last scene, and slowly moved closer.

"...wait for a while..."

The surrounding temperature was a little high, and the smoky blue gauze curtain was hooked off by fingertips.

The hairpin falls to the ground, and the dress hangs down.

"Wait for a while, and I won't be the Pavilion Master anymore."

White hair and white hair are inextricably entangled, and their fingers are intertwined.

"...Will you marry me?"

The sage fell into the mundane world, with some worries and expectations in his heart.

"meeting."

"I'll marry you."

"What's the point of being the pavilion master? Come be my queen, and I will give you whatever they can."

Yan Zhiyi closed her eyes and raised her jaw, her breath was slightly unstable.

"So good."

Pei Qingyan smiled.

"Don't break your word."

"That's all, never break your promise."

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