Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Ye Qingyi was shocked: "Xuan Moxiao, what are you doing!"

Xuan Moxiao hooked Ye Qingyi's neck with one hand, and stroked his waist vigorously with the other: "What are you doing? Uncle Shi, this disciple is angry! Uncle Shi belongs to my disciple! How can you flirt with other men!"

"When did I flirt with others!" Ye Qingyi struggled, "That's Eucommia, your uncle! How can you humiliate him and me with foul language!"

"No one is allowed! No one is allowed!" Xuan Moxiao knelt on the bed, his eyes were full of jealousy and resentment, his fingertips were trembling with eagerness, he arbitrarily separated Ye Qingyi's slightly trembling legs, and said, "It must be that the disciple did not do well enough. It must be that the memory of the disciple is not deep enough for the uncle. That's why the uncle has the mind to deal with other people. Uncle...you can't do this, you are mine, you are mine... ..."

He pounced on Ye Qingyi like a hungry wolf.

Ye Qingyi glared at Xuan Moxiao angrily, struggling with all his strength to no avail, Xuan Moxiao's strength was terrifying, and his eyes seemed to swallow him alive, all because he was holding Eucommia Hands say a word or two!

"Xuan Moxiao!" Ye Qingyi was finally bullied to the point of crying, "Why didn't you kill me! Just kill me!"

Xuan Moxiao, who was about to get Ye Qingyi, froze for a moment.

He didn't know whether he was irritated by Ye Qingyi's words or just woke up, he knelt in front of Ye Qingyi blankly, stared at Ye Qingyi's face, panting heavily with empty eyes.

Ye Qingyi looked through his folded legs, and glared at Xuan Moxiao angrily, but was accidentally hit by the bewilderment in Xuan Moxiao's eyes, and couldn't swear for a moment.

At this time, Xuan Moxiao is not so much a demon who is burning with desire, but a little beast that is lost in confusion and tightly surrounded by the pain of loss...

Ye Qingyi's throat rolled, and he said with difficulty: "You..."

Xuan Moxiao's hollow eyes flashed like a shooting star, then lowered his head, his eyes swept back and forth on the naked and trembling Ye Qingyi: "Master, this disciple didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't on purpose. of……"

He left Ye Qingyi's body, pulled the quilt over Ye Qingyi's body, hugged Ye Qingyi and blamed himself: "Uncle Shi's body is better, I can't make Uncle Shi angry, I can't make Uncle Shi Be anxious. Uncle Shi wants to be happy, to be happy..."

Xuan Moxiao hoarse, leaned on Ye Qingyi's shoulder, sobbing softly.

Like him, Ye Qingyi stared blankly at the bright red bed curtain above his head.

Xuan Moxiao's icy eyeballs wet Ye Qingyi's heart one by one, Ye Qingyi's heart was filled with bitterness, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't vent his anger.

"You don't have to be like this..." After a while, Ye Qingyi murmured, "Aren't you tired when you're like this?"

Xuan Moxiao nestled next to Ye Qingyi, motionless.

One side of Ye Qingyi's body was a little numb from Xuan Moxiao's pressure, but he didn't move, he was afraid that a slight movement of his would irritate Xuan Moxiao again.

"Xuan Moxiao, what are you afraid of? What are you nervous about? You are already a Demon Lord, is there anything in the world that you are afraid of?"

Xuan Moxiao raised his tear-soaked eyelashes little by little, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that my uncle will leave me, so I don't want me. Other than that, I'm not afraid of anything."

Ye Qingyi sighed leisurely.

Xuan Moxiao wiped tears on Ye Qingyi's shoulder, and continued: "Master Uncle can't understand the disciple's mood, right?"

Ye Qingyi remained silent.

Xuan Moxiao smiled, raised his eyes to look at Ye Qingyi, he was obviously half a head taller than Ye Qingyi, but at this moment he was nestling in Ye Qingyi's arms like a child, pitiful, and blatantly Jiao.

"It's probably a matter of worrying about gains and losses. The disciple seems to have obtained the uncle, but he still feels that the uncle will leave the disciple sooner or later, even if, even if the disciple will never let such a thing happen..."

Ye Qingyi frowned slightly.

Xuan Moxiao straightened his upper body a little, propped his elbows on the bed, looked down at Ye Qingyi and said, "I'm sorry, this disciple lost control and frightened my uncle. Uncle, don't be angry, this disciple won't do anything else , the disciple is here to accompany you quietly, is that okay?"

Can he refuse?

Does he want to say no?

Ye Qingyi asked her heart, and found that the answer was no.

He didn't say anything, he turned his head slightly towards Xuan Moxiao's direction, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xuan Moxiao's dark eyes suddenly became bright.

Ye Qingyi's slightly sideways face became calm and warm to his panic-stricken heart. After walking alone in the storm for so long, he seemed to finally see the sun.

All of a sudden, Xuan Moxiao's eyes turned red again.He didn't dare to do anything, he was afraid of breaking the dreamy warmth of this moment, so he could only lie back on Ye Qingyi's shoulders little by little, hugging her to sleep.

A night without dreams.

Until the early morning of the next day, the two maintained a tightly dependent posture.

Ye Qingyi opened his eyes first, and found that Xuan Moxiao was still asleep, with an intoxicating smile on his brows and eyes, so instead of waking him up, he took out his quilt and covered it with Xuan Moxiao. Xiao's body.

Unexpectedly, this action actually woke up Xuan Moxiao, those clear and hazy eyes with faint green light opened in a trance, looking at Ye Qingyi quietly, after a long while, he called out weakly: "Mr. uncle……"

This soft call brought Ye Qingyi back to Yushu Peak.

At that time, he was still the peak lord of Yuqiong Mountain, and Xuan Moxiao was still a weak, immature young man.

Time doesn't seem to have passed too long, but they have indeed undergone earth-shaking changes.

Ye Qingyi sighed alone for a while, then said lightly: "Are you awake?"

He smiled naturally, and completely let go of what happened last night, as if nothing had happened between him and Xuan Moxiao.

Xuan Moxiao looked at Ye Qingyi in a daze for a moment, then got up and said, "Uncle Master is awake too...Uncle Master, did you sleep well?"

"Very good." Ye Qingyi said, "How about you?"

The corner of Xuan Moxiao's mouth raised high: "Okay, very good... This disciple has never slept so soundly like last night..."

He was in a daze at a loss, put on his clothes and jumped out of the bed, heated up a bowl of water with his internal energy, and brought it to Ye Qingyi.

"Uncle, drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Ye Qingyi paused, took the water, and took a sip: "Okay."

Xuan Moxiao put the tea bowl back on the table, dressed Ye Qingyi with his own hands, and helped him to the dressing table.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Moxiao looked at Ye Qingyi, who looked good in the bronze mirror, and said, "Uncle Master, do you want to change clothes and have a meal first, or take a bath."

Ye Qingyi stared at the two sleepy faces in the bronze mirror, and smiled.

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback for a moment: "Master, what are you laughing at?"

Ye Qingyi shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think it's quite interesting."

"Quite interesting?" Xuan Moxiao half-kneeled beside Ye Qingyi, "Is Master Uncle laughing at this disciple?"

Ye Qingyi shook his head again.

In fact, he didn't know what he was laughing at, he was suddenly moved by the two faces in the mirror, and felt that the two of them were inexplicably funny.

Last night, it was clear that there was a fight between the needle point and Maimang. He felt that Xuan Moxiao was disrespectful and trampled on his dignity. The intimate appearance on Yushu Peak in the past.

"Uncle Master didn't laugh at you, Uncle Master... was laughing at himself, Xiaoer..." Ye Qingyi froze in place when he called out the word "Xiaoer", so that he forgot what he was about to say later. up.

Xuan Moxiao was even more dumbfounded. He clasped Ye Qingyi's knees with both hands, and asked eagerly and anxiously: "Uncle, what do you call disciple?"

Ye Qingyi stared blankly at Xuan Moxiao, obviously hearing what Xuan Moxiao said, but didn't respond.

"Uncle Master!" Xuan Moxiao shook Ye Qingyi's legs vigorously, "You called disciple Xiao'er just now, you called disciple Xiao'er! Uncle Master, does this prove that you are not angry with disciple anymore?" ? Forgive the disciple and accept the disciple!"

Ye Qingyi blinked a few times.

He just called Xuan Moxiao by the name like before, does it have so much meaning?

Or, he did hide so many deep meanings, but he didn't realize it...

Regarding feelings, he seems to be indecisive, very indecisive...

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Moxiao, who had waited for a long time for Ye Qingyi's answer, turned red-eyed.

Ye Qingyi trembled, and came back to his senses and lightly held Xuan Moxiao's hand: "You, don't worry..." He thought for a while and said, "Yes, I won't be angry anymore, Xiaoer, as long as you behave yourself Yes, Master Uncle is not angry..."

"Okay!" Xuan Moxiao hurriedly responded, as if afraid of Ye Qingyi's repentance, "I promise my uncle that I will be obedient in the future, and I will never let my uncle get angry!"

Ye Qingyi patted Xuan Moxiao's hand and smiled slightly.

After breakfast, Ye Qingyi wandered around the devil world with Xuan Moxiao's company.

Although he lived in the devil world for a long time, he seldom wandered around in the devil palace. Except for the few beautiful places that Xuan Moxiao took him to, he never went anywhere.

The demon cultivators who follow Xuan Moxiao now are all from the realm of cultivation. Xuan Moxiao once said that those who follow others will flourish, and those who oppose him will perish. , Yuqiong Mountain is still resisting, the rest of the sects, those who surrendered surrendered, and those who fled fled.

The remaining three major sects are not that Xuan Moxiao can't subdue them, but they let them go on purpose. After all, there is Su Mengsheng in Lihua Palace, Hanjinggu is his family, and Yuqiong Mountain is his sect. He can't touch these three sects. There is no need to touch these three sects.

What happened by the Nether River is a scar on everyone's hearts. Xuan Moxiao is unwilling to mention it, and Ye Qingyi is also unwilling to mention it. He felt tired after walking around the magic mist-filled palace for half an hour: "Xiao'er , let's go back."

"Is the uncle tired?" Xuan Moxiao hurriedly asked, "Can the disciple take the uncle back to the bedroom?"

Ye Qingyi refused without thinking: "I can walk back, it's fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a familiar figure running past Xuan Moxiao.

Ye Qingyi was startled, and then tried to identify him carefully, but the man had disappeared into the vast mist of magic.

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