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While Yi Qingyun was in a daze, his clothes were about to be unbuttoned, and the skirts were in a mess, revealing his tight figure from the parted opening of the clothes.

Two white arms will wrap around his waist and hold him tightly.

And the young man's pale and delicate cheeks were also tightly pressed against his well-defined abdomen, rubbing against him from time to time, and humming softly in his mouth, feeling uncomfortable.

"Mochen, wake up." Yi Qingyun patted the young man's bare shoulder.

"No, I'm sleepy." Mo Beichen muttered, he couldn't open his eyes anymore, he just wanted to sleep with the big heater in front of him.

Yi Qingyun couldn't hear clearly, he frowned and called a few more times, but the other party simply didn't respond at all.

Yi Qingyun couldn't, he couldn't just stand awkwardly with Mo Chen, trying to break the boy's arms around him, but he found that he couldn't do it at all.

He didn't dare to use his spiritual power, for fear of hurting Mo Chen, who was already weak, so he could only take a quilt to wrap him up first.

Are they going to stand like this tonight?

Yi Qingyun had a faint headache, and at this moment hurried footsteps came from the door.

dong dong dong-

Yi Qingyun froze, feeling a little flustered, he didn't know why he was flustered.

He didn't want to answer, thinking about it later and the person outside the door could leave on his own.

But who would have thought that the knocking on the door would be non-stop.

"What's the matter?" Adam's apple rolled.

"Guest officer, the little one is here to get the barrel." Seeing someone answering, the little boy outside said eagerly.

"Sleep, come back tomorrow." Yi Qingyun's voice was a little dry.

The young man may be feeling uncomfortable, turned his head, soft lips passed by, Yi Qingyun could not help but tremble.

"No way, guest officer, there are still several people waiting to use it! The younger ones just move a bucket, and it will be ready in a while."

The waiter was also forced to do nothing, the guest officers behind seemed to be gangsters, fierce and aggressive, he was really scared.

When he saw that the door was not bolted, he felt overwhelmed, pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as the door was opened, the candles in the room went out.

The thick curtains on the bed had been drawn down, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly. The room was eerily quiet, only the slight rustling of the quilt could be heard.

"Guest officer, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll be fine soon."

Xiao Er put his feet on his feet, tried not to make a sound, and searched in the dim environment, intending to move the wooden barrel out in one go.

But this wooden barrel is really a bit heavy, he can only drag it slowly on the ground.

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Suddenly Xiao Er heard a strange voice and asked in panic: "Guest officer, why are there birds singing in your room?"

"No... yes." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

Yi Qingyun's body was trembling, and the moment Xiao Er pushed the door, he hid on the bed with Mo Chen, lowered the curtain, and covered the two of them tightly with a thick quilt.

The boy is above, he is below.

It may be that the climb was more comfortable, and the young man became more dishonest. He began to arch towards Yi Qingyun's upper body, looking for a hotter place, and finally buried his face deeply in Yi Qingyun's neck with satisfaction.

Because here you can feel the hottest and most active heat source at the closest distance.

It's so warm!

What would you do if someone asked you to suddenly have a bowl of warm soup in front of you in a world of ice and snow?

Mo Beichen would answer him, of course he would put him in his mouth and drink into his stomach.

This question is very simple, Mo Beichen thought so, and did the same.

Now a bowl of broth appeared in front of his eyes.

He took a few sips of the broth first, but felt that it was not enough, he still wanted to eat meat!

So he ground his small white teeth and bit them down.

It's a pity the meat is too old - can't bite.

Mo Beichen felt a little regretful, it was a pity to discard the tasteless food!

So Mo Beichen had no choice but to put this piece of meat in his mouth with a little disgust.

From the beginning to the end, he never considered the idea of ​​this piece of meat.

Yi Qingyun was going crazy, he held his breath as much as possible, and he didn't want to open his mouth, because he wanted to gasp when he opened his mouth.

But the surprised Xiao Er kept asking him questions.

"Guest officer, don't be so petty and talkative, but this is the Lantern Festival, you have to be careful when there are birds chirping, it's very unlucky!" Seeing the guest officer's absent-minded look, the little girl thought it was Those who didn't understand began to talk about the legends of gods and ghosts on the Lantern Festival.

"I heard that the Shangyuan Festival was created to prevent the Emperor of Heaven from burning the world..."

As the child was talking there, Yi Qingyun felt distraught, he didn't know why the world was being burned, he just felt that he was about to be burned by the nameless fire.

The boy's soft tongue licked his neck for a while, gnawed at his Adam's apple for a while, and licked his flesh for a while, as if treating him as some delicious food, constantly eroding his original unshakable will.

Xiao Er was very involved in talking, "I heard that this disaster happened because the divine bird of the Emperor of Heaven was shot to death, so you should be very careful when you hear the bird singing today! It may be the divine bird that came to claim your life. !"

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The little girl suddenly trembled again, "There's another bird chirping! Did you hear that, sir?"

Of course Yi Qingyun heard it, but where was the sound of birds chirping? It was clearly the sound of the young man sucking his own skin.

"No, I didn't... hear it." Yi Qingyun resisted so much that he didn't make any more strange noises.

"How could it be!" Xiao Er became even more flustered. This was a matter of ghosts and snakes. Seeing that others said he didn't hear it, he became even more frightened!

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"How is that possible! Well, it seems that the sound is coming from your quilt!" The waiter listened carefully this time, and after identifying the source of the creaking sound, his body was trembling with fear.

"Get out!" Yi Qingyun couldn't bear it anymore, his voice was extremely hoarse like a caged beast.

Xiao Er was terrified, and just thought he had bumped into something dirty.

At this moment, he didn't even care about the barrel, he slammed the door shut and ran out, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

As soon as the person left, Yi Qingyun began to pant uncontrollably, with his head tilted back, his slender and powerful arms passed through the boy's long hair, and caressed the smooth and delicate shoulder blades.

The boy's small canine teeth grinded for a long time, and finally scratched his neck in one place, and the hot blood overflowed, and the boy sucked hard, as if he wanted to suck the whole body dry.

"Mochen..." Yi Qingyun whispered in the young man's ear, "Mochen..."

Yi Qingyun didn't dare to close his eyes, because once he closed his eyes, a more shameful and exciting picture would appear in his mind.

He didn't want to hurt the boy in his arms because of his dirty desire.

Mo Chen is still young, and Mo Chen still doesn't understand his own feelings.

So he can't do anything more outrageous.

Yi Qingyun, haven't you always been the most self-reliant?

This is neither painful nor tiring, how come you can't restrain it so quickly?

Yi Qingyun clenched one hand tightly, pinching his palm tightly, trying to use the pain to wake himself up from the itchy feeling.

After half a stick of incense, the boy's movements suddenly stopped, and he fell asleep with his head on Yi Qingyun's shoulder after a while.

But the two arms still hugged Yi Qingyun's waist and refused to let go.

The steady breath sprayed gently on Yi Qingyun's ears, the boy was already in a deep sleep, and he was going to meet Duke Zhou.

"Really." Yi Qingyun sighed softly, looking at the young man lying on top of him with bitterness and helplessness.

He was half leaning against the wall, the person on his body was sleeping extremely comfortably, and Yi Qingyun was destined to have no sleep tonight.

At dawn, Mo Beichen woke up from his sleep, but he didn't think about it. It has to be said that he was a bit sleepy.

I wanted to turn over, but found that my body was a little sore and numb.

Wanting to rub his shoulders that couldn't be stretched, Mo Beichen realized that he was naked under the quilt again.

Although the first time is raw, the second time is familiar.

But Mo Beichen wasn't completely used to the fact that he was naked under the quilt.

He opened his eyes slightly, trying to see what was going on.

Then he found that Yi Qingyun was actually sitting on the edge of the table not far from him, with his skirt straight, holding his saber in his hand, wiping it carefully.

Mo Beichen looked at it, he couldn't figure it out, the saber was just an ordinary iron sword, but Yi Qingyun got up every morning to wipe it without stopping.

If those serious and focused eyes were directed at the girls, it would probably attract countless ignorant girls to fall in love with them.

But it's a pity that this man only has his weapon in his eyes, and can't tolerate other Yingying Yanyan.

This can be regarded as saving Mo Beichen a lot of worry.

Mo Beichen sat up. He reckoned that he seemed to have lost his mind while taking a bath yesterday. He seemed to remember—he seemed to be still holding the pure yang body and refused to let go.

This is really—losing his old face!

Mo Beichen let out a long breath and rubbed his forehead.

"Are you awake? How is your body?" Yi Qingyun sensed the movement on the bed, glanced at it, and then quickly returned to the sword.

"It's okay, yesterday, uh-thank you." Mo Beichen got up from the bed naked, looking for clothes.

He didn't shy away from it, anyway, he and Yi Qingyun are both men, and besides, the other party has seen everything they should watch.

"The clothes are under the pillow." Yi Qingyun said in a muffled voice.

"Oh." Mo Beichen touched his head and returned to the bed, "Let's change back to the Tianmen sect today!"

"But your body—" Yi Qingyun frowned, Mo Beichen's illness yesterday really worried him.

"It's okay, just a little problem." Mo Beichen said lightly.

"Small problem? Can you treat yourself!" Yi Qingyun was a little annoyed by the young man's indifferent tone, "Can my body count!"

"I—" Mo Beichen was a little taken aback, this was the first time he was said that.

"Can you cherish your body?" Yi Qingyun put the sword on the table with a snap, stood up, and said with a cold face, "I'll get you something to eat."

After speaking, he closed the door and left.

Mo Beichen blinked his eyes, was he scolded by Chun Yang just now?

After Yi Qingyun came back, Mo Beichen was inexplicably guilty, obediently ate the soy milk and steamed stuffed bun that Yi Qingyun had brought back, then bid farewell to Jingyu, found a carriage, and set off for the Tianmen Sect.

It was eerily quiet in the carriage,

Mo Beichen couldn't bear the cold atmosphere. He thought that he was a hundred years old and couldn't get angry with such a brat, so he took the initiative to talk, "Are you angry again?"

"No." Yi Qingyun leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest. He couldn't sleep peacefully last night, and his eyes were still bloodshot.

The pure yang body was so stuffy that he looked like an old man. Mo Beichen sat shaking his legs and sneered in his heart. He looked at the silent young man a little bored. Suddenly he seemed to have discovered something and asked, "Qingyun, what is your neck?" What's wrong?"

He pulled up his collar, "I was bitten by a bug."

"Why are insects so poisonous? They're all red and swollen!" Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows, "Could it be possible that even the mosquitoes in this Nine-fold Immortal Sect have become immortals?"

Yi Qingyun didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk too much about the marks on his neck.

Mo Beichen scratched his head in embarrassment. He wanted to have a good time, but this pure Yang body was not very unpopular.

Back at the Tianmen Sect, Mo Beichen's physical problems did not reoccur, but the daily lethargy did not cause chills.

Yi Qingyun was valued by Elder Luo Lie, and he wanted to be under his family at the beginning of next month.

Mo Beichen heard from many disciples that Yi Qingyun was held in high esteem by Luo Lie, and that Luo Lie was the best candidate to inherit the mantle.

This news is simply envious of all the disciples.

It doesn't matter if Mo Beichen arrives, anyway, the left and right pure yang bodies are in the mountains of Tianmen sect, so it's a good thing to worship a master.

But he didn't expect that Yi Qingyun told him that he wanted to go out to practice at lunch today.

"You will be apprenticed to a teacher in fifteen days. You must not practice properly now." Mo Beichen said.

"This opportunity is not to be missed. Recently, there is a land character mission about the forest on the top of the cloud. I want to go there." Yi Qingyun paused with his chopsticks, "Maybe we can find the grass in the clouds."

"The forest on the top of the cloud is too dangerous, and the time is so fast, there is no need to rush!" Mo Beichen persuaded with a frown.

"Mother's illness..." Yi Qingyun paused and did not continue, and after a while he said, "Don't worry, this mission is led by a senior brother of Jindanqi, it should be fine, I just try my luck. "

Mo Beichen wanted to say that he had already sent someone to pay attention to Yun Zhongcao, and there would be news in a few days.

But he can't say that.

Yi Qingyun's attitude was firm, and Mo Beichen stopped persuading him. After thinking about it, it would be a big deal for him to hide his breath and follow behind the pure Yang body.

However, he did not expect that on the day Yi Qingyun left, someone from the faction informed him to go to the top of Cangmang Peak, saying that the faction had something to distribute to the servants.

Mo Beichen, the person who delivered the letter, had a little impression that it was He Cong who started with him at the time.

Mo Beichen had no choice but to agree, intending to catch up with Yi Qingyun after going there, but when he reached the top of Cangmang Peak, he found that there was no one there.

Mo Beichen frowned, was he tricked by that He Cong?

When he turned around, he saw several burly men who didn't look like Tianmen sect disciples had already surrounded him.

The author has something to say: He Yaoyao: Can't you break it with your hands?It was so easy to push me back then!

Mo Beichen: Are you making fun of yourself by asking that?Be your heroine!

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