Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

My son's feet are still so smooth. "

The skin to the touch is very tender and soft, like moist tofu, it seems that with a little effort, it can be bullied and sweet juice will flow out.

Xie Zao's cheeks were reddened by Zong Luan's molested words: "Let me go! I'm your disciple!"

Zong Luan quickly let go of it, as if nothing had happened, and even dealt with the Yaozu's affairs very seriously.

Xie Zao quickly calmed down his anger, he was prone to anger, he knew it was his shortcoming, and he had already started to correct it, but the blush on his face took a long time to dissipate.

The life in Yaozu is also very fast, Zong Luan gets up before dawn every day, first teaches it to practice, and then he has to practice for a while, and then starts to deal with the affairs of Yaozu.

Xie Zao was respectful to Zong Luan, without any overstepping. Every time Zong Luan teased it, it looked indifferent, indifferent, and not angry at all, just like a monk who is pure and pure.

After Zong Luan teased it a few times, he found it boring, so he stopped teasing it from time to time.

When Xie Zao's scheme succeeded, he also sneered secretly in his heart.

Xie Zao had just returned from Zong Luan's place to the palace where he lived and sat down on the couch before letting out a long sigh.If he didn't take pleasure in it, Zong Luan could be regarded as a very dedicated master, and his spells had improved a lot.

It's just that the cultivation base has grown very slowly recently.

Ugh.

Xie Zao couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at himself. Originally, cultivation was just a grind of kung fu, and it took a slow accumulation of time to make a breakthrough.

Some time ago, because of supplementing Xu Qingmo, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has already tasted some sweetness, which made him have some unrealistic thoughts.

Suppressing unacceptable thoughts, Xie Zao continued to practice.

If it wants to grab Zong Luan's opportunity, its cultivation must not hold back.Thinking of this, Xie Zao practiced more seriously.

In the past few months, it has not reached the time when its physique flares up, so it is called a closed-door practice, and it does not go out for a day or two.

The medicine Xu Qingmo gave was somewhat useful. The thing in the black box, it couldn't bear it anymore, and it used it several times.

I just don't know if it was the influence of what Xu Qingmo said before, those small jade carvings were actually not satisfied, and only the one that was very similar to Xu Qingmo felt relieved and untied his physique.

Everything was stable and his physique was not exposed, which made Xie Zao feel a little relieved.

Soon, Zongluan sent someone to call it over.

Xie Zao turned into a snow squirrel and followed the waiter.

Although Zong Luan seems to have no interest in it, it can't take risks. If one day Zong Luan feels that he is very similar to Xu Qingmo and has some thoughts, it will be bad.

Zong Luan was taking a bath at the back of the palace, he was asked to take a bath.

The waterfall in the back mountain falls, connecting with the waist-deep stream.

Zong Luan had obviously been here for a while, and was being served by the beautiful maids and cunning boys for drinking and having fun.

Xie Zao watched Zong Luan pour wine glass by glass, the purple wine slipped down his fair chin and wet his bare chest.

Nine-tailed Fox has a faint smile between her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, black hair like a waterfall, white jade crown, and rouge-colored lips, every frown and smile are touching.

The maids and cunning boys were so distraught that they almost knelt down at Zong Luan's feet.

It is undeniable that the charm of the nine-tailed fox is irresistible. Xie Zao was absent-minded for a few moments before he realized it. He quickly turned his head, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a serious manner:

"Master, the disciple is here."

The snow squirrel's big fluffy and soft tail was erected, and its forelimbs bowed respectfully. The clear and soft but indifferent voice of refusal made Zong Luan completely lose his desire to relax and have fun. He only felt that the wine and beauty were boring .

A random burst of spiritual energy pushed the men and women beside him to the ground. Zong Luan leaned on the back of the chair casually, lazily. His voice was a little hoarse from drinking, but it was still very confusing:

"Master called you here because he wants to cultivate the relationship between our master and apprentice."

Xie Zao was really shocked by these words, his cochlea was slightly numb from the shock of the sound, and his big furry ears couldn't help flicking, "What do you mean, Master?"

"Come."

Soon, Xie Zao gritted his teeth and knew what Zong Luan said about cultivating the master-student relationship.

Seeing the Nine-Tailed Fox transformed back to its original shape, which was as big as a huge mountain, Xie Zao held back the jealousy in his heart, scratched his paws angrily, climbed onto Nine-Tailed Fox, and resigned himself to taking a bath.

"Well, thank you for trying harder."

Xie Zao didn't speak, just scrubbed harder.

The Nine-Tailed Fox was not dirty, its hair was soft and slender, and the little snow squirrel was almost overwhelmed by the long hair when it entered.

Zong Luan: "Has Xie already grown up?"

Xie Zao: "I'm an adult."

Zong Luan: "Then why is your original form still so small?"

Xie Zao:...

I have been poked to the point of pain, and I will mark you down.

Seeing that the snow squirrel did not answer, Zong Luan said to himself:

"I'll ask the chef to prepare some nutritious food for you. If you are so thin, you won't be able to find female squirrels in the future."

After Zong Luan finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and his tone seemed to be a bit pitiful, "It is said that the original form is directly proportional to the majesty, Xie Zao, you have to work hard to eat."

Xie Zao:...

Why isn't the mission to kill this stinky coquettish fox?

My tail is gone (46)

The original shape of the Nine-Tailed Fox was too big, Xie Zao washed it for a long time, but in the end he had no choice but to change into a human form, and it was not cleaned until the sun went down.

The stream, which was originally warm, became icy cold after the sun went down.The stream is a cold spring flowing from the mountains, which is bitingly cold.

Nine-Tailed Fox only felt that it was very refreshing to soak in the cold stream water.Xie Zao felt very uncomfortable, his hands and feet were cold.

Zong Luan had already turned into a human form, exuding a lazy aura all over his body, and the maids waiting around were all gazing, blushing, peeping at him.

"Master, this disciple is leaving first." Xie Zao bowed and said.After entering the scene, the wind by the stream was a bit cool, and the thin figure couldn't help shaking.

Its brows and eyes are a bit dull, its lips are pale and blue, and the red moles at the end of its eyes are like faded rouge.

It is really pale and pitiful.

Zong Luan looked away, but couldn't help but look at the slightly faded red mole.

I really want to grind it red, use my lips, use the tip of my tongue, make it congested and become bright red and wet.

"Why are you so pale?" Zong Luan stretched out his hand to hold its wrist, touching the steamy skin, the yang energy swept over, the skin felt comfortable in an instant, and he couldn't help but want to let out a groan from his throat.

Xie Zao rolled his Adam's apple, broke free his hand, lowered his eyes and replied:

"The disciple has been soaking in water for a long time, it will be fine later."

Xie Zao secretly used spiritual energy to generate heat, but because of his physical condition, it was useless at all.

At this time, a guard came to invite Zong Luan, saying that the clan had something to ask the Demon King.

Zong Luan left in a hurry.

Seeing Zong Luan leave, Xie Zao also galloped all the way back to the palace, closed the door tightly, set up his spiritual vigilance, and then took off his clothes and hid under the quilt.

It couldn't help trembling all over. After soaking in cold water for a long time, it made its body more cloudy, and when it touched Zong Luan's warm hand again, its skin softened a little, but after the heat left, it came back with a more violent counterattack.

Xie Zao wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, the smooth and soft quilt still looked rough compared to his delicate skin.

Xie Zao dawdled, his skin loosened a little due to the rough treatment, but it soon became useless.

Xie Zao's eyebrows were watery, and the red mole at the end of the eye was as red as Danko, as gorgeous and seductive as if weeping blood.

Its jade-white slender fingertips were damp from being clenched tightly, and under the moonlight peeping into the corner of the window, they looked moist and detached, with a blush and heartbeat gleam.

Xie Zao stretched out his hand to touch the storage bag at the head of the bed. His fingers were already a little weak. After he hooked it several times, the lubricated cloth slipped from his fingertips. The long black hair complemented her pale complexion, and her lips were like vermilion.

Black is the black color of ink.

Red is a gorgeous color.

After finally hooking the storage bag over, it was already drenched in sweat. With trembling fingers, it opened the storage bag, took out a black pill and swallowed it.

The medicine entered the lower abdomen, and a soft and intense warming yang burst out instantly, making the empty and cold body feel comfortable.

Xie Zao finally couldn't help letting out a sigh from between his lips and teeth.

Zong Luan went to the front hall to finish the matter, inexplicably thinking of Xie Zao's pale face.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. Xie Zao is stubborn and cold-tempered, and he doesn't like him, and he doesn't want to tell him if there is something wrong.

If Xie Zao had any accident with him, it would not be that Xu Qingmo owed him a favor, and Xu Qingmo was afraid that he would point his sword at him.

Thinking about it, Zong Luan got up and left.

The maid at the back: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Zong Luan waved his sleeves: "Stand back and rest, don't follow me."

There was no one guarding the palace, Xie Zao thought about his physique and didn't want to be discovered by Ren, so he said that he didn't like being disturbed, and asked the attendants to meditate after finishing their work.

So when Zong Luan came in, no one informed him, Zong Luan went straight to Xie Zao's sleeping hall, the inside was pitch black and the door was closed tightly.

Zong Luan frowned, and was about to open the door to enter when he heard a weak and uncomfortable cry.

Zong Luan's back stiffened for a moment, and the voice pierced into his ears, spreading from the back of his neck to the end of his spine.

His intuition told him to leave. This was the snow squirrel's private business. He turned around and walked to the right of the closed door. There was a carved window here. The window was not closed tightly, and there was still a gap.

Zong Luan glanced inside from the corner of his eye, but did not move at all.

Zong Luan stood by the window for an hour