Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Back in the house, Chu Zhaoliu didn't take off his outer shirt carelessly like the previous nights, leaving only his inner clothes, and shrank to the inside of the bed with a swipe.

It's like a bitten rabbit.

Xie Ming secretly smiled inwardly, laying down on the outside without making any expression on his face.

The familiar Leng Xiang approached instantly, feeling like being embraced by Xie Ming's aura, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help but moved inside again, until he stuck to the wall, still finding it difficult to breathe normally.

Did Xie Ming secretly make the bed smaller?

It wasn't that narrow a few days ago.

He slandered, carefully placed Jiujiu between the two of them, and said solemnly, "Don't overwhelm my son."

The silly little Fenghuang didn't realize that he was being regarded as a boundary line at all, and affectionately moved towards Chu Zhaoliu, and then was moved towards Xie Ming with two slender fingers: "Go to your father's side. "

The corner of Xie Ming's mouth twitched abruptly: "I am its father, and it is your son, so what are we?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

He always said "your father" and "my cheap son" to Jiujiu very smoothly and casually, completely ignoring the deep meaning of these words.

After calling for so long, why did Xie Ming suddenly start to talk about words!

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu's ears were red and he couldn't say a word after holding back for a long time, Xie Ming suddenly felt a tinge of joy from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, in the past, you shouldn't be soft-hearted, and when you treat a bad kitten, you have to rub it twice.

Although Xie Ming's face is not showing the mountains and dews, but he has been inseparable for such a long time, Chu Zhaoliu can sense his thoughts from the subtle changes in his expression without paying special attention.

The surname Xie is laughing at him!

Chu Zhaoliu kicked over angrily, lifted the quilt, covered Xie Ming's face, extinguished the candle in the air, and said angrily, "Hurry up and sleep!"

It won't hurt you to death!

Xie Ming calmly pulled down the quilt covering his face.

The attitude was as calm as if those things didn't happen in the underground palace during the day, and he didn't say anything.

Chu Zhaoliu was left alone, tossing and turning, thinking about this kiss.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't hold back and kicked him lightly under the quilt again.

As a result, Sect Master Xie was not used to him this time, and directly pinched his leg.

Then he clamped Chu Zhaoliu's legs like this, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

He suspected that Xie Ming did it on purpose.

Xie Ming is getting more and more proficient at digging holes for him.

He twitched his leg, unable to pull it out, opened his mouth to speak, but was looked at reproachfully by the bright eyes of the little fat bird.

Chu Zhaoliu could only hold back his words, lying on his side in an awkward position with one leg clamped, his chin resting on his palm, and glared at Xie Ming depressingly.

After the lamp was blown, the room was dark, Xie Ming's profile was undulating and handsome, and two drooping thick eyelashes could be vaguely seen.

Staring and staring, he was a little dazed.

After realizing that those fragmentary erotic dreams might be related to Xie Ming, the more he looked at them, the more he felt that those blurred faces in the previous dream were exactly the same as Xie Ming.

Is the illusion that was dragged into by the demon related to Xie Ming?

The two of them fell into the illusion at the same time, and lost that part of their memories. Could it be that the figures in those shattered memories were not fabricated out of thin air, but Xie Ming and him...

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Chu Zhaoliu's expression cracked, and he suddenly lost his composure.

He didn't take these things seriously before, and felt that it was impossible for Xie Ming to do such a thing.

But when Xie Ming dug a pit and fished him back tonight, he came back willingly, so he could see that there was a big problem.

Coaxing him to apply lip balm, hooking him to sit on it, using a flat posture to deliberately show off, taking a brush to paint on him... Xie Ming can really do these things!

Chu Zhaoliu's gaze became hotter and hotter.

In the darkness, Xie Ming's deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Don't look."

Chu Zhaoliu was about to look, not only looking, but also getting closer, exhaling warmly, with a half-smile: "Sect Master Xie is still awake, can you return my leg?"

Xie Ming was stared at by him for a while, and let his leg be kind.

Chu Zhaoliu withdrew his legs and stopped fussing. He turned over and looked at the top of the bed, using the darkness to hide his hot earlobes.

Xie Ming should...don't remember those things in the illusion, right?

The breathing around him gradually became even and long, but Chu Zhaoliu was uncharacteristically, and he didn't even feel sleepy for a while.

What's more, I have to go out tonight.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves is intertwined with the faint sound of the waves, and the night flows quietly.

He waited quietly for a long time, thinking that Xie Ming should be fast asleep, and then got up lightly.

Jiu Jiu hadn't fallen asleep yet, obediently lying beside Xie Ming, seeing Chu Zhaoliu suddenly get up, he tilted his head to look over.

Putting his index finger on his lips, Chu Zhaoliu gave a silent "shh" to it, passed Xie Ming, and got down on the bed.

Before stepping down, the ankle was suddenly held by a warm hand.

Chu Zhaoliu was caught off guard and trembled in fright, the ankle that was about to step out was grabbed, he lost his balance, and was about to fall, when Yufeng Jue came to his mouth, his wrist was also grabbed suddenly, with force.

He fell dizzily and sat on Xie Ming's waist.

This dog did it on purpose!

Chu Zhao showed a murderous smile: "Sect Master Xie, don't you sleep well, is it interesting to play ghosts and catch people?"

Xie Ming opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without any sleepiness.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at him too highly.

During the daytime, he couldn't help himself, and during the long night, with the person he liked lying beside him, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't even fall asleep. It was difficult for him to fall asleep, so how could he be able to sleep.

He didn't answer but instead asked, "Want to go out?"

Xie Ming didn't let go, Chu Zhaoliu just sat there comfortably, snorted, and ignored him.

Xie Ming lightly rubbed his ankle.

Thin and delicate, it can be held with one hand, and the skin is smooth and delicate, like jade.

"What to do?"

Chu Zhaoliu was paralyzed from being touched, and wanted to kick someone again: "Do something bad."

Xie Ming pondered for a while: "Bring me one."

"Why?"

Xie Ming said slowly: "Since you are doing bad things on my territory, I am familiar with it."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Gu Junyi was already waiting there when he touched the guest residences of the sects of the aristocratic families.

It was not surprising to see Xie Ming following behind Chu Zhaoliu.

In the afternoon, after listening to the story of "I have a friend" from the younger brother, he was extremely upset when he saw Xie Ming at this time, and he lost his eyes a few times.

Chu Zhaoliu thought about Gu Junyi's sentence "You two stay together early in the morning, noon, evening, and late at night", coughed lightly, and forcefully explained: "He knows the way, otherwise I wouldn't take him to play."

Xie Ming: "Yes."

Gu Junyi dragged out his tone: "Oh——"

Cheap whoosh.

Chu Zhaoliu really wanted to tie Gu Junyi over and beat him up.

"There are so many people coming from Lihai, if you take them away for questioning, it won't look good if they are exposed." Chu Zhaoliu spread his fan expressionlessly, "If there is no grievance or enmity, use the fan to the master of the sect." It's not appropriate to search for the soul, how can we make him reveal the truth?"

When the crowd dispersed in the morning, Shan Haihong, the master of Donglinmen, stayed to inquire a few words, obviously he knew something about the key of the fairy gate.

It would be too passive to ask directly. It is rumored that it is about the Immortal Artifact of Feisheng. It is impossible for Shan Haihong to tell his relatives and friends the whole story. How could he tell them the truth.

And it will also make Shan Haihong doubt whether they hold the key to the fairy gate.

Still have to use some other means.

Gu Junyi calmly took out a jade bottle from his arms: "Use this."

Chu Zhaoliu: "What is this?"

"I went to Yan Zhuchen to refine the medicine that Axue talked about during the day." Gu Junyi threw the jade bottle away, "Since your...friend is reluctant to give this medicine to his classmates, it is just right to use it on others. Yan Zhuchen replaced the strong medicines in it with mild ones, which won't cause any damage."

Lu Tingxue nodded reservedly in Gu Jun's clothes.

His medicine still came in handy.

Xie Ming's eyes showed some doubts.

What friends and classmates?

Still reluctant to take medicine?

Gu Junyi wanted to play tricks on Chu Zhaoliu, and his smile became more and more mean: "Why, Xie Zongzhu, the younger brother didn't tell you? It's just that something happened to his friend..."

Chu Zhaoliu stared at him, smiled slightly, put his left hand on the rockery, and grabbed a strange stone.

The next moment, the strange stones were silently annihilated and turned into ashes, scattered on the ground one after another.

Gu Junyi didn't intend to say it to make Xie Ming proud, so he just shut up.

Xie Ming raised his eyebrows, and his eyes returned to Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu's scalp was numb from being stared at, afraid that Xie Ming would notice if Gu Junyi said a few more words, and immediately said: "In that case, let's go in!"

He gritted his voice and hinted a warning: "The business is important, stop gossiping."

There were too many sects from aristocratic families who came to participate in the sword-questioning conference. The Luming Sect arranged people on several nearby peaks, and all the courtyards looked exactly the same. Chu Zhao has traveled all over the Luming Sect and never came here. very strange.

Zongzhu Xie, who was familiar with the road, brought two people who were ready to do bad things, and found the resting place at Donglinmen with ease.

The courtyard was full of disciples from Donglinmen, and it was unknown which room Shan Haihong lived in.

Xie Ming pointed to a room: "That one."

Chu Zhaoliu turned to look at him suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"It was brought to attention in the afternoon."

Chu Zhaoliu opened his mouth, realizing that Xie Ming knew that he was going to come out in the middle of the night.

Qing waited for him to take the bait.

Why are there so many tricks?Can't tell that Xie Ming is such a scheming man.

Chu Zhaoliu was eye-opening, muttered in his heart, and took the lead to sneak into Shan Haihong's room through the window.

Before his hand touched the window, his fingertips froze.

Xie Ming immediately reached out and grabbed his hand back.

Chu Zhaoliu leaned down, moved a little closer, and took a closer look.

In the silent darkness, thin and tough black threads hung on Shan Haihong's window. Judging by the sharpness, if you didn't notice it and just slammed into it, it would be difficult for your head and body to meet.

Gu Junyi's face changed slightly, and he turned to check the other windows and doors, and found that there were black lines on them.

This Shan Haihong is so cautious in the Lumen Sect's territory?Just be cautious, and use this extremely lethal thing.

Chu Zhaoliu half-closed his eyes, hooked his hand, pulled out Minghong from Xie Ming's waist, cut the silk thread directly, put the sword back into the scabbard without looking back, pushed open the window and jumped in.

He wants to see what Shan Haihong is doing.

However, unexpectedly, Shan Haihong was not in the room.

In the middle of the night, where did people go?

Before leaving, he carefully sealed the doors and windows.

Xie Ming and Gu Junyi followed in, seeing this scene, Gu Junyi smiled: "I didn't expect that, maybe it's still a big fish?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have run away, Chu Zhaoliu lazily sat down at the table: "Then wait for You Yu to come home."

Xie Ming followed and sat opposite him, with a low and deep voice: "Who were you and Gu Junyi talking about just now?"

Normally, Xie Ming would not be too curious about such things.

But Chu Zhaoliu's reaction was really abnormal.

Combining with Chu Zhaoliu's look of a rabbit eager to bite when he left the underground palace...

Xie Ming narrowed his eyes: "Me?"

……

This is so keen that it can be called a terrifying insight.

Chu Zhaoliu's eyelids twitched, and he shook his fan calmly: "It has nothing to do with you, don't think about it, it's just a matter of a friend."

Xie Ming: "Oh? Can I listen."

The frequency of Chu Zhaoliu's fans suddenly increased, and he smiled: "That can't be done, it's a private matter."

"Gu Junyi can hear it, but I can't?" Xie Ming said indifferently, "Zhaozhao, aren't you a bit biased against one another?"

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned, speechless, stared at by Xie Ming's clear eyes, and even felt a little guilty.

What is he guilty of?

Obviously he was the one who was underestimated!

Gu Junyi stood by the window, pretending to stare outside, but actually eavesdropped with his ears up. Hearing this, he glanced at Chu Zhaoliu with hatred.

Junior brother, where is your eloquence?

If you are like this, you will be eaten to death by Xie Ming!

He was about to join the battle, and he helped Chu Zhaoliu to speak, his expression suddenly became concentrated: "The man is back."

The three of them sat quietly in the dark when they heard footsteps approaching gently.

Shan Haihong did not enter the door immediately, but first checked the black lines on the doors and windows.

Chu Zhaoliu gestured to the other two people: prepare to do something.

The next moment, Shan Haihong walked to the window here, realized that the black thread had been broken, paused for a moment, turned around and ran away without hesitation!

However, in the hands of the three of them, it is naturally impossible to escape.

Before he could even see who it was, Xie Ming took him back to his room. Just as Gu Junyi was pulling out the stopper, he stretched out his hand to pinch his jaw, stuffed the jade bottle into his mouth, and poured it all in.

After the bitter medicine entered his stomach, Shan Haihong's twisting stopped.

Seeing nothing to do with him, Chu Zhaoliu conveniently added a layer of sound-proof barrier, sat on a chair with his legs crossed, and watched with great interest while waving his fan.

Shan Haihong's expression quickly changed from panic to bewilderment and then to dullness. Sure enough, the medicine took effect even without a cup of tea.

Chu Zhaoliu bowed down.

Even if the medicine didn't do much harm, he didn't want to use it on Xie Ming.

The main reason is that he can't accept such a silly expression on Xie Ming's fairy face.

He cupped his hands towards Gu Junyi: "As expected of a sister-in-law."

Lu Tingxue also came out of Gu Junyi's sea of ​​knowledge, proudly with her hands behind her back, and nodded flatly: "It's a small skill, it's not worth mentioning."

Shan Haihong stood dumbfounded, losing his sanity.

It's getting late, and the effect of the medicine is limited, Chu Zhaoliu wanted to finish the question as soon as possible, go back and let Xie Ming sleep, and said directly: "Master Shan, how do you know about the key of the fairy gate, and how do you understand it?" How much? Tell me."

Hearing the words "The Key to the Immortal Gate", Shan Haihong still reacted, struggled for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth: "I listened to what that senior said."

Chu Zhaoliu had an instant premonition in his heart, and his face was stern: "That senior?"

"A senior who never showed his face, wearing a black robe." Shan Haihong said blankly, "300 years ago, I was in an avalanche in the extreme north. That senior rescued me, and we have never seen each other since. Until some time ago, he appeared in front of me and asked me if I wanted to ascend."

It really is a fallen fairy!

Xie Ming's voice turned cold a few degrees: "What did he say?"

"Senior said that only by collecting five keys of the fairy gate can the fairy gate be restarted. As long as you pass through the fairy gate, you can ascend to Taoism, obtain the immortal position, and live forever!"

There was a look of fanatical yearning on Shan Haihong's face, and Mu Mu's voice was also excited: "My talent is not high, and I will not be able to ascend in my life if I practice on my own. After a thousand years, I will die. Once you die, all these years of hard work will be wasted! But as long as you have the key to the fairy gate... as long as you have the key to the fairy gate..."

No wonder Shan Haihong couldn't calm down in the lobby in the morning and stayed to ask.

If he hadn't been impatient, he wouldn't have been noticed by Chu Zhaoliu and the others, who came to inquire in the middle of the night.

I don't know if this is a divine coincidence, or if it is still in the calculation of the fallen immortal.

After so many times, Chu Zhaoliu already understood very well that the Fallen Immortal regards all living beings in the world as his chessboard, and everyone is a chess piece.

He really enjoys the pleasure of calculating all the strategies in the chess game, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain.

Gu Junyi folded his hands, leaned against the wall as if he had no bones, and snorted: "You believe what he says?"

"That senior has the key of the fairy gate." The fanaticism on Shan Haihong's face intensified, "The key of the fairy gate is surrounded by mysterious immortal energy, it must be true!"

This fanaticism was almost distorted, Chu Zhaoliu frowned: "What did he ask you to do?"

Xie Ming said at the same time: "What did you go out for?"

Two questions popped up at the same time, Shan Haihong was stuck for a while, and then said again: "I'm going to see that senior."

Chu Zhaoliu's pupils shrank, and he stood up abruptly: "Where is he!"

Shan Haihong did not reply.

Xie Ming's back was as straight as a bamboo, standing quietly by Chu Zhaoliu's side, lightly pressing his shoulders, and pushing him back: "Since the fallen immortal is so cautious, it is impossible to show his real body at this time, it should be a clone projection .”

As for whereabouts, how could the Fallen Immortal be exposed to Shan Haihong.

Shan Haihong nodded blankly and echoed: "It's the projection of the senior."

Xie Ming was right.

Chu Zhaoliu took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling emotions, forced himself to calm down, sat back, and asked again: "What did he ask you to do?"

Shan Haihong looked blank and didn't make a sound.

Chu Zhaoliu's heart sank, he stared into his eyes, and repeated word by word: "I ask you, what did he ask you to do?"

There was so much oppression in the words that Shan Haihong had to open his mouth, and said, "I... forgot."

really.

Lu Tingxue, who was watching coldly, said, he was familiar with this situation: "The fallen immortal erased his memory."

So Shan Haihong himself doesn't remember what the Fallen Immortal told him, so it is naturally impossible to tell them.

In this case, even soul searching is useless.

I am afraid that Shan Haihong will be subconsciously driven to complete the order issued by the fallen fairy only when the fallen fairy ordered him to do so.

That's all Shan Haihong knows, he is just a small pawn of the Fallen Immortal.

Only then did he have the opportunity to touch the news of the Fallen Immortal, and then he was disappointed again.

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue impatiently, no matter how displeased Shan Haihong was, he went through what he said in his mind, only to find that one point was ignored.

Even if the Fallen Immortal was once an immortal, it is impossible to calculate that today, 300 years later, he will need Shan Haihong's pawn.

In his eyes, all living beings are probably like bedbugs or mayflies. Such a person who regards human life as worthless, will come to the rescue of Shan Haihong who is almost in danger?

Moreover, what did he do in the Far North?

As far as we know, one of the keys of the Immortal Gate was stored in the ghost city of Suyang, one belonged to the Chu family, and the other was lost in Lumingzong.

There are two left.

The Fallen Immortal has been to Xizhou, and taught Que Xinluo the exercises, so he probably stayed for a long time. Judging from his usual behavior and purpose, Xizhou should also have a hand.

The last one seems to be very likely to be in the extreme north glacier.

For some reason, Chu Zhaoliu had a bad premonition.

Collecting all the keys of the fairy gate can open the fairy gate, and if you pass it, you can ascend to the Tao. Nonsense, you can also deceive Shan Haihong, who is hopeless about cultivation and eager for quick success.

The Fallen Immortal has a great hatred for the immortal world, and also disdain for the creatures in the world. If he collects all five keys, something big will happen.

Master pinpointed the ominous hexagram, so he went out of customs and went to the extreme north. Is it because of this?

Fuyue Immortal Venerable has lived for so many years, since he can count the disaster of falling into immortality, he may not be ignorant of the key to the immortal gate.

Perhaps the master wanted to find the key to the immortal door before the fallen immortal, and end the fallen immortal.

Master didn't tell them about this, so he hurried to the extreme north, probably because he didn't want them to worry.

But... Master alone, what are the chances of winning against the Fallen Immortal?

Xie Ming also thought of this, as if he heard Chu Zhaoliu's heart, and said in a low voice: "It may not be possible to meet, we released the news that there will be a key to the fairy gate in the sword-questioning meeting, and the fallen immortals must be very interested. "

Chu Zhao was silent, got up and walked slowly, his beautiful eyes stared coldly at Shan Haihong for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and bit his index finger.

Gu Junyi sighed: "What are you doing, little brother?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "To prevent future troubles, give him a ban first."

Of course, there will be no decent restrictions on using essence and blood.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't care less about maintaining his harmless image in front of Xie Ming and Gu Junyi, and pointed his bloody finger between Shan Haihong's eyebrows, and smoothly wrote a blood curse on his entire face.

After painting, the blood just disappeared on Shan Haihong's face, as if it had never appeared before.

Chu Zhaoliu's face suddenly turned pale several degrees, and the rosy complexion that had been cultivated in the past few days withered back again. He coughed softly, his eyes were cold, and said slowly: "Anyone you want to treat anyone with Any disadvantage, no matter from your own consciousness, the blood talisman will be activated."

This is an "order" after the restriction is placed, every word will enter into the flowing blood talisman, as long as Shan Haihong does what he said, he will be pierced into the brain by the blood talisman.

Just like Xie Ming's restrictions on those sneaky mortals when he was in Xizhou.

The wider the scope of the order, the greater the consumption of the person under the ban.

Chu Zhaoliu's orders were so generous that he could run a horse.

You can't interrupt when you give an order, otherwise you will be backlashed, Xie Ming's eyebrows are jumping.

After Chu Zhaoliu finished speaking, the restraint was completed, and he suddenly lost his strength, his body flickered, and he fell backwards.

As expected, he fell into a warm embrace.

Leaning on Xie Ming's solid chest, he tilted his head and smiled, dangling his earrings: "It's resolved."

Xie Ming wrapped his arms around his waist, his expression darkened: "Nonsense."

Chu Zhaoliu was so dizzy that he took a deep breath of the cold incense on Xie Ming's body before regaining his senses, and said indifferently: "The time is special now, whether it is to imprison Shan Haihong or directly kill him, it will cause serious problems. Panic will also alert the Fallen Immortal, why not put a restriction on it, so as to avoid accidents at critical moments... Cough cough."

Seeing his ugly face, Gu Junyi became dizzy again, and coldly gouged out Shan Haihong's eyes: "I have finished asking all the necessary questions, and the effect of the medicine is coming soon, let's go."

Chu Zhaoliu was suddenly drained of energy, as if he was floating in the clouds, his whole body was exhausted.

Xie Ming hooked his knees, ready to take him away.

Chu Zhaoliu was ill and complained a lot, he said angrily, "Sect Master Xie, can you give me the posture of a real man? I don't want to be carried back."

The "real man" posture he was referring to was letting Xie Ming help him walk back.

Xie Ming threw him on his back directly, and said in an indifferent voice: "My anger has not subsided, you'd better stop talking."

Chu Zhaoliu lay on his back, not shutting up honestly, muttering.

Gu Junyi still had to send a letter to Chu Wen, and continued to study the sacrificial oration on the way. After getting off the peak, he parted ways with the two of them: "Take good care of my little brother."

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward with a solemn expression.

In the first half of the night, the moon covered by dark clouds appeared, and the whole island was covered with a thin layer of silver light. Chu Zhaoliu quickly got used to being carried on Xie Ming's back. Looking at the glistening sea in the distance, he felt a little dizzy sleepy.

Xie Zongzhu's arms are strong and powerful, his shoulders are wide and steady, and he feels very safe.

The surrounding area was too quiet, as if afraid of disturbing the moon in the sky, even the sound of the waves became much quieter and gentler.

Chu Zhaoliu lost his mind, hesitantly stretched out his arms to hug Xie Ming's neck, and said in a low voice: "From the age of four, the children of the main family of the Chu family have to go to the martial arts field to practice every day. My child, the noise made me have a splitting headache, it was very annoying."

A faint smile appeared in Xie Ming's eyes: "Aren't you a child too."

"I'm different, I'm a genius." Chu Zhaoliu said proudly, his voice lowered again, "When Haishi comes, my father will come to pick me up, and he will carry me home like this."

Xie Ming pondered for a while: "Compared to being your father, I would rather be your father's son-in-law."

Chu Zhaoliu was usually optimistic and cheerful, but it was rare for him to feel a little melancholy. He also said a word to Xie Ming, and his teeth itch for a while: "Xie San, you seem to be in debt recently."

"What do you owe?"

"I don't need to clean up."

Xie Ming revealed the truth: "The one who is close to the ink is black."

Mo was on his back, rubbing back and forth dishonestly.

Chu Zhaoliu snorted heavily, his eyes drooped, and he inadvertently saw Xie Ming's neck from between the layered collars.

Thin, with beautiful lines and tightly wrapped, it adds a sense of abstinence.

It was the same as the feeling Xie Ming gave him.

Chu Zhaoliu stared at Xie Ming's neck like a cat just planning to knock over the vase on the master's table. After looking at it for a long time, he stretched out his hand to push away the collar that was in the way, and moved closer. The tip of his nose could still smell Xie Ming's skin. Stained with cool fragrance.

The warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin of the neck, Xie Ming's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head to the side without making a sound.

He was sure that if he dared to tell Chu Zhaoliu to stay away from his neck, Chu Zhaoliu would definitely fight against him.

The current scene is not suitable for such things as exposing weaknesses.

Chu Zhaoliu leaned in front of the back of Xie Ming's neck, and was dazed for a while, when a few sporadic images suddenly flashed in his mind.

In those scenes with no lower limit, as long as he bites Xie Ming's Adam's apple or licks the back of his neck, the expression of Zongzhu Xie, who has not changed his face before, will collapse instantly.

A bad idea naturally popped up in Chu Zhaoliu's mind.

Xie Ming treated him so well during the day, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to take revenge a little, right?

He thought it made sense to himself, and his eyes were sly: "Xie San, is your neck particularly sensitive?"

Xie Ming: "..."

The warm softness suddenly passed by the neck, bringing a subtle feeling, Xie Ming's breathing sank, and his voice was very low: "Stop playing."

Chu Zhaoliu has often been deflated these few days. Seeing that Xie Ming was finally weak for a while, his eyes lit up, instead of restraining himself, he lowered his head and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

A slippery and warm feeling came.

Xie Ming's forehead twitched violently, suppressed his breathing, and said expressionlessly, "You have a red mole on your chest."

Chu Zhaoliu was having fun, when he heard this sentence, his pupils trembled: "How do you know?!"

The red mole was below the collarbone, its location was very private, no one except his parents probably knew about it.

Xie Ming's voice was filled with coldness and another meaning, which was extremely threatening: "The grass is pierced, if you don't want to show that red mole on it, just be honest."

What do you mean?

Chu Zhao gasped for a moment, then suddenly realized.

A wave of heat rushed straight to his cheeks, his lips trembled, he couldn't believe that these words came from Xie Ming's mouth.

Isn't Xie Ming the moon in the sky?

Isn't he arrogant, cold and ascetic?

Cognition is shaky, but it's a pity that Mr. Chu is so well-bred that he can't find dirty words when he curses, and finally he can only choke out two words: "Rogue!"

Xie Ming raised his eyelids, and calmly accepted all the orders without any rebuttal: "Are you honest?"

Chu Zhaoliu kept his mouth shut.

He lay on Xie Ming's back like a quail, all the way to Lichen Peak, that thoughtful mouth never opened again.

With his back on his back, Xie Ming calmed down and finally managed to think rationally:

On the one hand, it was a good thing that he stopped Chu Zhaoliu's death-defying behavior in time, and he didn't really turn into a beast.

On the other hand, he seems to be at a loss.

The author has something to say:

What a loss, thank you suzerain!

Zhaozhao's illusion: I took advantage of him, hehe!

Xie Ming:.

Silly cub.