take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't seem surprised, he chuckled, decided to let go of his messy Taoist mind, and grabbed Ying Yao by the back of his neck to lift him up.

"I don't need what you want, but I have to give it to you," Mo Xiu bit his earlobe until it bleeds, emphatically saying, "You are my property, my furnace, Ayao, you are very powerful—you don't Qualifications control me: I am willing to give you something good, and you have to accept it."

Ying Yao's long eyebrows, which were soaked in sweat, slightly raised the tip of his eyebrows: "I just don't want you to take pity on me," he said expressionlessly, and stroked the red blade of the World-Saving Sword that was paralyzed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Ying said, "I'm so poor that I drink the northwest wind, and I can't afford to be arrogant."

Zhuo Yuanshan sucked the bloody tooth marks he had bitten out, and said softly: "Ayao also said that she is not good, isn't that very obedient?"

He returned to his room using the escape technique, and threw Ying Yao onto his bed with a flick of his hand.

Ying Yao's back fell on the hard jade bed first, causing bone pain from the knock, and then the back of his head, but this time he used spiritual energy to protect himself in time, and finally Zhuo Yuanshan sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to press him down.

Lei Jie left something on Ying Yao's body. There were some white cracks on the skin on the back of his hands and forearms, and his whole body was a bit dry to the touch. Ying Yige's beauty charm was pasted on Ying Yao's forehead.

Ying Yao looked at him blankly, but Jianxiu was handsome enough, and the spell on his forehead didn't make him ridiculous.

And it seems kind of cute, Zhuo Yuanshan thought.

Jian Xiu's body seems to be more fragrant after being promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, but correspondingly, the physique of the furnace has become weaker, and the aura that he would easily pick up during the dual cultivation has been lying lazily on Yingyao today In his meridians, Zhuo Yuanshan's primordial spirit was a little excited.

It tiptoed down from the sea of ​​consciousness, and got into Ying Yao's body soundlessly.

The out-of-the-ordinary Jiusu Sword was the first to notice something was wrong, it swooped towards Zhuo Yuanshan's Yuanshen, then quickly dropped its appearance and yelled super loudly: "Wolf! It's a white wolf! The hair is so long It must be warm to bury it in!"

Ying Yao was jumped by him, he pulled out from the bed, Yuan Ying changed from sitting cross-legged to standing up, grabbed back the writhing Salvation Sword and held it in his hand, He looked at the blue-eyed white wolf walking towards him with its fluffy tail up.

After a while, he recognized that it was Zhuo Yuanshan's primordial spirit, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression, and opened his eyes: "Is Uncle Zhuo Shi also cultivating the way of 'not me'?"

Zhuo Yuanshan's Yuanshen revolved around Yingyao's Nascent Soul, hooking his wrist with his tail, or putting his nose on Yingyao's belly to push him.

Yingyao's Nascent Soul was far from it in size, and the blue-eyed white wolf's tail could even cover him up, but it restrained its strength, as if it was courting or courting a mate.

Ying Yao said: "No wonder Zhuo Shishu takes pleasure in seeing people pitiful and pitiful, but he loves him alone. It turns out that he is in the same disease and sympathizes with each other."

Ying Yao still remembers the pain of being forced to choose between his cultivation base and a city of mortals on the way Zhuo Yuanshan brought him to his cave, and he still remembers the time when he bumped into Zhuo Yuanshan. Sitting on the beauty chair, admiring the mortal struggling and begging for mercy unconsciously controlled by Xiaoyao San while breathing, so every word Zhuo Yuanshan said today sounds ridiculous to him.

Mo Xiu didn't know what to do and approached him, Ying Yao found that the color of his pupils was exactly the same as that of his white wolf primordial spirit, like the color of the sky reflected by the unmelted ice on the snow mountain, his voice paused, Zhuo Yuan Shan asked him, "Which one is more comfortable, Lianjian or me?"

Ying Yao's Nascent Soul was gently pressed under the paws of the white wolf, the size gap was too large, the white wolf could only lick him with his tongue, the saving sword tried to rescue Ying Yao from the white wolf's claws, but was pulled out by a tail Consciousness sea.

The main body of the Jiusu Sword is in the mustard seed ring, its spiritual wisdom cannot return to its main body, so it has to slip back cautiously after turning around outside, not daring to provoke the white wolf, and honestly ran to the neck of Ying Yao's Nascent Soul Use it as a pillow for him.

"I will never masturbate a big fluffy cat anymore," it swore, "no matter how beautiful it is."

Ying Yao answered the sword practice for two nights and one day, and passed out with loose eyesight before sunrise on the third day.

It was already past noon when he woke up again, and found that Zhuo Yuanshan was still there. Moxiu seemed to have forgotten that he was so angry with Jianxiu's stubbornness that he wanted to kill him, so he smiled softly and asked him to look inside at Yuanying.

Ying Yao's Nascent Soul was five inches taller than when he had just passed through the thunder tribulation. He stood up and compared his length with the Salvation Sword, and shook his own red tassel blankly.

"I've said it before, Ah Yao, I'm happy to give you good things, so you have to accept it." Zhuo Yuanshan said in the same gentle tone, "How does it feel during the stage of nourishing and transforming spirits?"