After crossing, I became a group pet

When Ling Yesheng said this, her tone was flat, as if she was telling a bedtime story to her little lover, but the more it was like this, the more distressed Su Qingmian was.

He lived for more than 300 years, but the real time he lived was only more than [-] years. He was controlled by others to do things he didn't want to do. Hand it over to him, but he didn't dare to trust anyone, walking on thin ice.

Occasionally, he was able to break through Ju Wuci's control with perseverance, and during these fragmented short periods of time, he planned to support the three important ministers.

Among them, the hardships, hardships and terrible pressure, I am afraid that only Ling Yesheng can bear it.

He took every step of the way, strangled the unfair fate with his arrogant and arrogant hands.

The cocoon in the ice, the moment it breaks out of the cocoon, the world cheers.

In Su Qingmian's eyes, the sound of the night is shining. He is addicted to the charm of the sound of the night, but also feels sorry for his past. He leans over and kisses his lover's lips. This kiss has nothing to do with desire, but just expresses love and pity.

Ling Ye smiled, poured a hand of shampoo, applied it on Su Qingmian's hair, twirled her fingers, dense bubbles formed, and flowed onto Su Qingmian's face.

Su Qingmian closed her eyes, picked up water and splashed it on her face to wash away the white foam.

"Take it easy."

The sound of listening to the night lightened up: "How about this?"

"It's itchy, use some force."

"Is that so?"

Su Qingmian narrowed her eyes comfortably, and suddenly liked the feeling of domineering to Ling Yesheng, obviously comfortable, but he didn't say: "Go down a little, don't you need it later?"

"Then I'll go down." I reached down with my fingers, rubbing the foam on the roots of the hair and swirling it.

"Further up."

Listening to the voice of the night: "..."

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Ling Yesheng covered Su Qingmian's face with foam, and rubbed it back and forth: "Su'er, do you know that you are proud of being favored?"

Su Qingmian took a deep breath and sank into the hot spring. Her black hair spread out in the water, and the white foam floated on the surface of the water. She shook her head, cleaned her hair, washed her face, and came out of the water. Scattered, smiled silly for a while, stretched out his hand and turned Ling Yesheng's hair into a chicken coop: "I'm so proud of my favorite, I'm so scared, Lord Tianshu is going to be angry."

Being favored and proud is the capital of everyone who is loved, if you don't use it, it will be wasted.

Listen, the word "admired and arrogant" is beautiful in itself, and it means that someone favors you to such an extent that you don't have to worry about being overly favored if you wantonly be arrogant.

Ling Yesheng poured a puddle of ointment on Su Qingmian's hand, turned her back, and supported the edge of the hot spring stone: "Help me wash my hair."

There are three stunning colors in the world, one is the face of Ling Yesheng, the other is the voice of Ling Yesheng, and the other is the back of Ling Yesheng.

Su Qingmian's Adam's apple moved, and she slowly lifted up Ling Yesheng's hair, applied the ointment on her hair, and kneaded fine bubbles.

"Will you still be controlled by Ju Wuci?"

Ling Yesheng was leaning on the stone edge, her shoulders were protruding, she was inexplicably sexy, Su Qingmian really wanted to poke her.

"No," Ling Yesheng raised the corners of his mouth happily, "Four years ago, due to a certain opportunity, my mind broke through him, and the spiritual power burst far surpassed him, and he couldn't control me."

"What's the opportunity?"

Su Qingmian washed the foam off Ling Yesheng's hair, and Ling Yesheng turned around, with water dripping from his hair, he looked deeply at Su Qingmian: "Because, I saw you at the court meeting."

At the age of 14, Su Qingmian followed Su Wuhuai to Fuguangduan and entered Shengting College. Su Wuhuai would occasionally take him to the atrium palace to watch the ministers express their opinions.

Su Qingmian was a thoughtful child in the past, and sometimes he disagreed with what the ministers said. Even now, he would directly speak out when he saw unpleasant things, let alone before, he couldn't bear it, no Dismantled by venue.

The eyes of the sound of listening to the night are bent, like the petals of the flower of time.

"I saw a radiant child calling the minister a pedantic bedbug with solidified thinking and unworthy of being a minister."

Su Qingmian covered her face, although he forgot that memory, but when he heard the past from Ling Yesheng's mouth, he would unconsciously make it up, what a second grader!

He seemed to remember a little bit, by the way, he had scolded someone in the atrium palace before, why he scolded, he forgot, the person who scolded seemed to be... Zhou Xueqi?

...Does he still have this relationship with Zhou Xueqi...

Ling Yesheng pushed Su Qingmian's hand away, smiling happily: "It turns out that the wonderful beauty in the world in my mind is still shy?"

Su Qingmian picked up the water and splashed it on Ling Yesheng: "You better shut up."

Ling Yesheng waved his hand, and the rushing water turned around and fell into the hot spring. He surrounded Su Qingmian, his eyes were undisguised greed, as deep as the sea: "You woke me up, you have to treat me I am in charge."

"When have I never been responsible?" Su Qingmian snorted, and then ambiguously touched Ling Yesheng's chest, where there was a beating heart, "Do you want me to be more responsible to you?"

He unbuttoned the gauze.

Ling Yesheng was stunned, and held down the hands that wanted to take herself off, her eyes darkened and darkened, suppressing the infinite desire: "Don't move around."

"You made me responsible."

"tell you later."

"You are too innocent, there is nothing to be embarrassed about," Su Qingmian broke away from Ling Yesheng's hand, "I can teach you."

Ling Yesheng's smile froze: "You teach me? Are you very experienced?"

Su Qingmian keenly sensed a hint of danger, and said haha: "It's just that there are more messy things, you think too much."

Ling Yesheng landed on the shore, facing Su Qingmian with her back, a light gauze appeared on her body out of thin air, turned around, stretched out her hand to pull Su Qingmian up, and used a spell to dry Su Qingmian's clothes and hair: "Go back quickly, you need to Otherwise your brother will find out that you are missing."

It seems that there is no show today.

Sad.

Su Qingmian was dissatisfied with her desires, so she said unhappily: "Then you have to give me some time, I have to have something to look forward to, I don't want to talk about spiritual love."

Ling Yesheng seemed to be choking on his own saliva: "You are too..."

"Directly?" Su Qingmian crossed her hands, not feeling that there was anything wrong with facing desire directly, "Then you should learn from me."

Ling Yesheng didn't say directly: "Hurry up and go back."

Su Qingmian pursed her lips and reluctantly went back to her bedroom.

That’s all, but fortunately he needs to be “taken care of” at home recently because his brothers were “injured”, and he has taken a long leave of absence from school, so he doesn’t have to get up early, otherwise he only needs five hours of sleep to get enough sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Su Qingmian found that he had acne again!

Such a large rosy and juicy pimple.

Ah, my God.

Life is too difficult.

Su Qingmian endured pain that she shouldn't have to bear at this age.

The news of Su Wuhuai and Su Mu's hand injury spread throughout Guanghai. Countless dignitaries came to visit the two with valuables. Su Qingmian's daily task is to deal with these people.

Zhiwu and Wanmingxu are finally useful, although these two people are usually out of tune, they are quite useful at critical times.

But Wanmingxu's smile was much less than before, and his eyes were full of gloom, as if hiding a dark cloud.

Su Qingmian almost always went to Zhiwu for business, and did not talk to Wanmingxu.

Wanmingxu has become too strange.

Zhiwu also noticed something was wrong with Wanmingxu, but he had a lot of things to think about, so he couldn't take care of such small details.

Slowly, fewer people came to visit, and Su Wuhuai and Su Mu gradually "healed".

This day, Wan Ke'er came to visit with an insulated food bucket. Compared with the politeness brought by other dignitaries, her food bucket was very shabby.

But Wan Ke'er couldn't come up with anything else.

Su Qingmian enthusiastically let her in, and sat in the dining room. Su Qingmian took the initiative to open the food bucket, took out the delicate dishes inside and put them on the table. Wan Ke'er's craftsmanship was very good, and she drool when she smelled it. It flooded.

Su Qingmian rubbed her hands together: "I'll call my brother."

Su Qingmian's ordinary life dispelled Wan Ke'er's uneasiness, and everything was logical, as if Wan Ke'er just came to simply visit her classmates, and there was no class difference.

Su Wuhuai, Su Muhe and the two deacons sat on the table, nodded to Wan Ke'er, and moved their chopsticks.

Wan Ke'er mustered up her courage: "I don't know how to express my worries and blessings to the two adults, and I don't have good supplements to help the adults recover as soon as possible. I can only cook a table of side dishes. Please don't be disgusted by the two adults."

Su Mu picked out the dishes he wanted to eat as usual: "How is the result of the sword competition?"

Wan Ke'er rubbed her hands nervously: "I won first place."

Su Wuhuai raised his head and asked casually: "Have you got the Soul Creation Sword?"

"right……"

Su Wuhuai didn't say anything serious, just cared about the juniors' daily chats, but Wan Ke'er was still so nervous that her skirt was almost crumpled.

"The Soul Creation Sword is very fierce, you have to maintain yourself and don't do wrong things."

Wan Ke'er was terrified as if she had received an imperial edict, and her head was pounding like garlic: "I will, thank you for your guidance."

Her swordsmanship is thanks to Su Mu's guidance some time ago. Su Mu's words are few, but every sentence is the essence. Wan Ke'er can benefit her whole life. If it weren't for Su Mu's help, she might not have won the first place.

Wan Keer thanked Su Mu from the bottom of her heart.

"Master Su Mu, thank you, I would not have won the first place without your guidance."

The Soul Creation Sword was second, and those ten Du Hanyu were too important to Wan Keer.

If she can't get Du Hanyu, she doesn't even know what to do next.

"No problem."

With a simple sentence, Wan Ke'er blushed, Su Mu was so charming.

Wan Mingxu put down his chopsticks and left without saying a word.

Su Qingmian looked puzzled, Wanmingxu became too strange.

Forget it, leave him alone, Ke'er's cooking is too delicious.

After Wan Ke'er left, Su Qingmian and Zhiwu counted the recent gifts in the warehouse, and recorded in detail the time of each gift and the gift in the ledger.

After doing this, Su Qingmian felt dizzy.

I walked out of the warehouse and played with Ge Ge for a while, Ge Ge grew up very fast, and now I can still see the appearance of the new grandma there.

If Su Qingmian didn't know how to ride a Pegasus horse, he really wanted to go out and fly around on Gege.

There seemed to be strange sounds in the grass in the distance, and Su Qingmian walked over curiously.

Wan Mingxu squatted on the grass, not knowing what he was doing.

"Wanming Market?"

Wan Mingxu turned around, and Su Qingmian immediately saw something blocked by Wan Mingxu's body, which was a bloody mess all over the place.