Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

The sky was getting late, and the Jizhou Lake became dark very quickly as soon as night fell. The white tiger's footsteps quickened, and after a while, the phantom of the small wooden house in the distance could be vaguely seen.

Shen Linyu pinched its ear absently, "Xu Yan, what method did you say earlier?"

The long tail in his arms moved.

Xu Yan said, "Not yet."

Shen Linyu was puzzled.

Fang wanted to ask again, but Baihu kicked open the door of the wooden house with his front paw.

Inside sat a familiar man in black, silently flipping through a volume of eclectic scriptures by a weak candle.

Shen Linyu was about to say something.

"Hush." ​​The white tiger put its long tail between his lips.

Suddenly the lights went out.

The house was plunged into darkness.

The fluff made Shen Linyu's nose a little itchy, but the tail left unconsciously, so Shen Linyu had no choice but to grab it and move it away. Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched it, the white tiger would make a mistake and linger stickily around. Cracking between his fingers, rubbing in and out of the delicate flesh that is not often touched.

Shen Linyu had the feeling of being forced to open a clam shell, weird, unnatural, and didn't want to push it away...

He pretended to look at the man in black that blended into the night. Fortunately, the man in black was white enough and the pattern on his left face was charming enough, otherwise he might not be able to see anything clearly.

There was one or two rustling sounds of pages turning in the silence.

The man in Xuanyi was not affected at all, he flipped through the script on his own, and hooked his lower lip with relish.

It also seems to be a ghost cultivator.

Although immortals can also walk in the night as if there is nothing, but they actually rely on sound or spells, and only ghost cultivators are truly born with this ability.

Strangely, a gust of evening wind blows.

Shen Linyu looked out, and the cabin was as bright as day in an instant.

"You are here again."

The man in Xuanyi said impatiently.

"Today is the earliest time you have talked to me in half a year!" Hearty laughter rang out, but the person hadn't arrived yet.

The man in Xuanyi remained indifferent.

Only then did the man in Tsing Yi walk in gracefully, holding a huge pearl in his hand, "It hurts your eyes to read at night, I brought you a night pearl."

"You know, I can see at night."

The man in Tsing Yi pouted, but didn't answer.

Tsk, it's dead.

Pretending to be ignorant, isn't that an excuse to come and see you?

The man in Xuanyi turned a page as if nothing had happened.

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't sit still. After admiring the beauty for a while, he leaned over his head, "Huh—it's actually a story book! I know these books well, so I'll recommend a few for you!"

Then I looked at the title of the book - "The Merry Scholar and the Pretty Lady"

The man in Tsing Yi: "..."

What about beauties with vulgar taste?

He said awkwardly: "You, you are too good at picking books, this author plagiarized and still has a running account..."

"Crack" the book was instantly closed.

The man in Xuanyi had an ugly expression on his face.

"Don't be angry, I'll bring you a few novel and interesting books tomorrow! They're all written by Si Ming wearing a vest. The writing is absolutely superb, sincere and touching, fragrant but not colorful!"

The man in Xuanyi snorted coldly.

The man in Tsing Yi thought he didn't believe him, and hurriedly explained: "I won't lie to you. At that time, I read Si Ming's writing, and I was so obsessed with it that I stayed in his room for more than 900 days and nights in three years. I didn't want to leave..."

The man in Xuanyi stood up suddenly, knocking the stool and chair with an abrupt and ear-piercing sound.

He snatched the Ye Mingzhu with one hand, the people in Tsing Yi were overjoyed, thinking that he finally took his things.

But I heard him say indifferently: "I don't like reading, and I don't need light."

Then put the five fingers together and crush the Ye Mingzhu into fine powder.

It was dark again in the room.

His voice was more ruthless than the night, he said: "Shen Linyu, you should let me go."

The man in Tsing Yi opened his almond-shaped eyes wide, looking at what happened just now in disbelief, that precious night pearl that was treasured so easily vanished into nothingness.

A vicious moan kept ringing in his ears.

—he doesn't care!

——For so many days and nights, even raising a dog has cultivated feelings, but he only wants to go day and night!Just want to leave you!Shen Linyu, you are a bitch!You are worse than a dog!Let others trample on your mind like this!

--kill him!Kill him and there will be no pain!

The expression of the man in Tsing Yi fluctuated endlessly.

Then he covered his ears and shook his head, shouting "No!"

The two disappeared.

"How could it be?" Shen Linyu looked at the empty wooden house and thought, only to see the white tiger's fingertips move, and a little bean lamp in the house was lit again.

"It's you..." Shen Linyu said.

Bai Hu didn't answer, carried him to the bed with his back on his back, then lay lazily on his stomach, sticking his soft belly against his knee.

Shen Linyu couldn't stand the way he was being ravaged the most, couldn't help but squeezed a few times, and then exclaimed: "You just controlled Kunpeng!"

Baihu raised his head, "Why is Xianjun so determined?"

"Because it's impossible for me to be angry because Ye Mingzhu was destroyed..."

Baihu frowned and scratched his leg, "Xianjun is really deeply affectionate, and he is not annoyed by being bullied like this."

Shen Linyu's face turned hot, and he explained: "Since it's a gift, it's natural to let him deal with it. It doesn't matter whether he is looking good or burning it for fun, as long as he enjoys it, why bother?"

The white tiger's eyes are so black that it wants to eat people.

Well done, being bullied, and even quibbling for other men!

Shen Linyu didn't feel anything, he patted his head, poked into his altar and said thoughtfully, "No wonder you said it's not enough. One is that you can't find out where Kunpeng's emotions are out of control, and it's hard to control; the other is that your cultivation Shang Qian, at least after the out-of-body period and transforming into a human form, can it have a substantial impact on the illusion..." He said strangely: "What kind of dream control technique have you cultivated that can even shake the illusion of Jiri Lake? "

"Nightmare tapir." Baihu said.

"Nightmare? That's an ancient monster! Don't say it's rare to see, at least you have cultivated for a thousand years, how can you beat it! Even if you beat it, there is no reason to break the dream!" Shen Linyu was shocked, unable to The feeling of belief drove him to ask, "Can I see your sea of ​​consciousness?"

This sentence is like, can I see you naked.

Baihu gave him a deep look.

Only then did Shen Linyu realize something was wrong, and said awkwardly: "If it doesn't work, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white tiger held the back of his neck with his palm, and pressed his forehead to the center of his eyebrows.

The white tiger's sea of ​​consciousness was filled with chaotic red and black air, like an abyss.

Shen Linyu searched for a while, and said, "Why don't you have anything in the sea of ​​knowledge?"

In this case, either the mind is too heavy, or it is deliberately concealed.

In fact, after entering the Sea of ​​Consciousness, as long as Shen Linyu is willing, he can see everything in Xu Yan's mind with a spell.

But he has no intention of prying into privacy.

The white tiger sighed, and saw the black air dissipate, revealing a frail figure with mental discomfort, it was a little nightmare.He was so curious that he tentatively reached out to touch it, and then he heard the white tiger grunt.

"Does it hurt you?"

The white tiger's breath was hot.

He said hoarsely, "It's okay..."

Shen Linyu stepped forward to touch it again, "Is this the nightmare? It's the first time I've seen it. It looks so cute..."

The sea of ​​consciousness naturally expands with each other.

This fell into Xu Yan's eyes, that was Bai Huahua's lover lying unscrupulously in his naked body, crazily acting like a demon and lighting fire.

"Hey—why does it feel like this nightmare has suddenly grown up?"

Baihu panted heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you seen enough?"

Then he forcefully drove Shen Linyu out.

But the speed of pulling away was so fast that Shen Linyu shuddered inexplicably, and let out a low moan uncontrollably.

Subtle and awkward.

Shen Linyu sneered, slipped into the quilt, and joked: "This 'Ecstasy Soul Devouring Technique' is so powerful, it is incredible that it can teach you to kill nightmares with this level of cultivation. If the sword fairy is here, I will definitely capture you Do your research."

But he is not a sword fairy, so naturally he doesn't have these groping thoughts, only the sky and the earth are so big that there are no surprises.

How could Baihu hear it, his ears were filled with that faint moan, his whole body was as unbearable as a fire, and his eyes became hot and vicious.

Shen Linyu couldn't help shivering, and said with a dry smile, "It's such a wonderful opportunity, when you transform into a human form, and if I see the right time, I will be able to hit this Kunpeng with one shot!"

The white tiger responded to him perfunctorily, and unconsciously grew countless transparent silk threads from the palm of his hand, like the tentacles of an elf.

He pointed to his spiritual power, turned off the lights, and used the night to cover up his unstoppable desire.

He said: "The twilight is late now, why don't you take a rest first."

It takes a lot of spiritual power to merge the sea of ​​consciousness. Shen Linyu was actually sleepy long ago, but it is joyful to be saved from a desperate situation, and the strange low voice is embarrassing, so he is stuck, not knowing what to do.

Hearing what he said, he immediately yawned cooperatively.

"It's reasonable to say that tomorrow will worry about tomorrow."

So he pulled off the soft quilt, covered one person and one tiger, said "good night and sweet dreams", and closed his eyes unnaturally.

But what he said, it may be that his heart is as big as the sea, or it may be the sequelae of forcibly breaking dreams in the past, and he fell asleep like a dead pig after a while.

If so, it would be great!

He actually!

Have a spring dream!

He is dirty!He is not that clean fish anymore!

It is said that the ruthless swordsmanship will cut off feelings and thoughts, how could it be so? !

It's all because so many things happened that day!It was being pushed into the grass by the white tiger, it was the strange traces all over You Guang's body, and it was the momentary pleasure in the fusion of the sea of ​​consciousness that made him have so many distracting thoughts.

Help!

The most painful thing is that he was the one who was thrown down and attacked, and the person above him was actually the one who shared the bed with him for a long time—Xu Yan!

ah!How could he be below!

Ah no!How could he dream of Xu Yan!

Shen Linyu sat up startled in a cold sweat, looked at the white tiger in front of him with a stable face and his back turned to him, and slapped himself.

He is simply inferior to a beast!

Those dream images slowly emerged in his mind, he was still in Kunpeng's dream, he was overwhelmed by force in the forest, but the white tiger turned into a human form, Xu Yan in black clothes, with a bloody pattern on the left side of his face, fiercely grabbing His Adam's apple, and then he lifted the hem of his clothes with his big hand.

It's weird to say.

From then on, he only felt that a net had locked his body, preventing him from moving at all, and it was as if thousands of vines were entwining his limbs, making him into a shameful shape, and then attacking him mercilessly.

Shen Linyu's scalp was numb, he really didn't expect to be so dirty!

He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out of the cabin.

But when he got out of bed, his legs became soft, and it felt as if there was still a foreign body somewhere.

This is too real.

……

The ghost lamp had a ruddy complexion and a contented face. It flew slowly, but was suddenly knocked dizzy. After a few laps, it stood still and looked closely.

He happily called out, "Xianjun!"

Shen Linyu ignored it at all.

When I looked again, I saw Xianjun jumped into the lake, splashing thousands of water splashes.

Ghost Lamp: "?"

The author says:

Fish: I'm dirty