I practice by love games

Yun Xiaoming was startled, feeling inexplicably terrified of being caught for going out of the wall.

He looked back at Wu Yeyao, only to see his serious face.

Wu Yeyao said word by word: "Now is the best time."

Yun Xiaoming thought his ears were broken, and Lin Bai's expression was even more frightened. He even wondered if Wu Yeyao had any special NTR hobbies.

"Xiao Ming is practicing a new technique." Wu Yeyao stepped forward without changing his expression, pulled Yun Xiaoming to his side, and lied without blinking, "His mental space has a little problem, you know, It’s a sequela from high school, and it’s affecting his cultivation very much now. So… can you let him visit your spiritual space and see what a high-level spiritual master is like?”

Yun Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Wu Yeyao a grateful look.

Wu Yeyao's excuse was much better than his own.

Lin Bai glanced at Yun Xiaoming suspiciously: "Is there such a thing?"

Wu Yeyao nodded: "If you don't want to, that's great, I don't like him wandering around in other people's spiritual space and causing trouble!"

Seeing Yun Xiaoming's pitiful appearance, Lin Bai recalled what Wu Yeyao had done to Yun Xiaoming in the cold pool of Panshui, and made up his mind a lot.

The junior brother may have been harassed by Wu Yeyao, so he wants to work hard and practice hard.

He just came to him for help, and of course he recommended himself as a pillow, so he definitely didn't go away.

But why does the younger brother have to save the country in such a curve, warming the bed first, and then mentioning the visit to the spiritual space?To be honest, I will agree!

As a spiritual master, Lin Bai's understanding and cultivation of the spiritual space is much higher than that of Wu Yeyao, including the layer-by-layer defense of the spiritual space, which is much more complicated than Wu Yeyao.

He wasn't very afraid of others coming in. After all, for spiritual masters, the real battle was fought in the spiritual space of both sides.

Unlike strength-type fighters, the spiritual core is simply exposed to the outside, and people will think about it for a long time when they are touched casually.

Although Lin Bai feels more distressed by his junior brother's crush on him, he is still willing to help him practice.

So he said very generously: "It turns out that's the case, you can just say it straight!"

Half an hour later, Lin Bai had fallen asleep, while Wu Yeyao and Yun Xiaoming returned to the study on the third floor.

Wu Yeyao simply moved a recliner upstairs, lay down next to Yun Xiaoming, and stared at him to play games.

"Brother Yao, go to bed first if you're sleepy." Yun Xiaoming said, "There are more senior brothers Lin among the summoners, so I can handle it myself."

Wu Yeyao remained silent.

He knew that Yun Xiaoming could handle it, but... what if Yun Xiaoming had a whim, not to beat his stepfather, but to play other games?

What if he takes Lin Bai to play in the deep sea, what about the Sea God Palace?

Still have to watch!

Wu Yeyao showed a smile: "Not tired, how could I be tired on the wedding night?"

Yun Xiaoming said oh, and he didn't mind Wu Yeyao watching, after all, playing games alone is always a bit lonely.

If someone shouts 666 next to it, it feels very cool.

Yun Xiaoming continued to click Load File, and directly loaded the file for the second level.

In the tall tower where you can't see your fingers, the prince sat on the head of the bed and sighed slightly: "When will the person who gave me roses come?"

A dark figure slowly walked out of the darkness. His figure was thin, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Letuce, who gave you roses!"

Wu Yeyao said from the side: "Hurry up and call!"

Yun Xiaoming immediately clicked Summon.

The object of the summoning is Lin Bai, a high-level spiritual master.

A white light flashed, and then scattered.

When the white light completely dispersed, Lin Bai's slender and immortal figure appeared on the screen.

Unlike Wu Yeyao, who wore pajamas every time he appeared.

Lin Bai was wearing a set of white ancient-style cross-collared robes with dark patterns embroidered on the collar, making him look like a fairy.

His hair has also become long and unruly, his expression is indifferent, and his skin is a little whiter than usual.

His eyes raised slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a folding fan appeared in his hand.

Lin Bai on the screen raised his eyes and opened his eyes to see the darkness around him. With his crimson lips parted slightly, he spoke slowly: "Dream feels like a ray of wind is blowing through the window, and the cold lamp is blown out. It's sobering, and I can hear frequent drops of rain in the sky at night." .”

Yun Xiaoming and Wu Yeyao looked at each other.

Yun Xiaoming asked: "Brother Yao, what are senior brothers doing?"

Wu Yeyao: "Let's read the poem..."

Yun Xiaoming said, "If he doesn't fight, what is he doing reciting poems?"

Wu Yeyao raised his eyebrows, implying: "He is dreaming now, and when I dream, I don't fight all the time!"

Yun Xiaoming thought of those dreams of Wu Yeyao, fighting and killing, pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

Yun Xiaoming couldn't help sighing: "Senior brother is really the grass of the high mountains! He is so forceful in his dreams, unlike some people who have duplicity."

Wu Yeyao said: "I don't know if I can stand up to my stepfather's tricks..."

Yun Xiaoming turned to look at Wu Yeyao, seeing his jealous face, he couldn't help laughing.

Wu Yeyao was a little annoyed: "Play your game! Look at Lin Bai, don't look at me!"

Yun Xiaoming lowered his head and smiled for a while, then looked up again and found Lin Bailiang gone.

Lin Bai's corpse fell to the ground. His stepfather stepped over the corpse and glanced out of the screen: "Oh, just such a summoner? He only cares about reciting poems and doesn't know how to kill the enemy! You, no matter who you are , you can't take my lettuce!"

Yun Xiaoming: ...

So what happened just now! !

Was it Lin Bai who pretended too much and even forgot to fight back when others called?

Yun Xiaoming chose to read the file again, and this time he chose to be under the tower, so he had to explain clearly to Lin Bai in his dream.

Under the high tower, the night is low, and there is no moon in the sky, but there are many stars.

The surrounding grass is lush, and Lin Bai is wearing a long robe, standing on the grass, as if his whole body is covered with a layer of faint mist.

"Junior brother! How did you come into my dream?" Lin Bai shook the folding fan lightly, with a hint of surprise on his face.

After asking, without waiting for Yun Xiaoming to answer, he looked around and saw a jackdaw flying across the sky. He sighed softly, and read in a low voice: "When the moon is missing, the copper is sparse, and the first silence of the person is broken. Standing up but looking back, no one cares about grudges. Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live there, the lonely sandbar is cold."

Yun Xiaoming: ...

Yun Xiaoming quickly called out the electronic keyboard and typed: "Brother, stop reading poems and help me fight!"

In the dream, Lin Bai had a bewildered look on his face. He lowered his head, looked at Xiao Ming in the picture, and shook his head slightly: "It's my heart's wish to stop fighting and promote writing."

Yun Xiaoming covered his head in pain, but Wu Yeyao couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Yun Xiaoming glared at Wu Yeyao: "What are you laughing at?"

Wu Yeyao said: "Unexpectedly, Lin Bai is this kind of person! Pfft... I can't help but want to laugh."

In fact, it was because Lin Bai performed too badly in the game, a few grades worse than himself, happy, happy, and wanted to laugh.

When Wu Yeyao was talking, he was leaning against Yun Xiaoming's reclining chair, and his smile was not as cold as usual. Yun Xiaoming's brain became hot, and he went straight to grab Wu Yeyao's face.

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh!!"

Wu Yeyao was still smiling, and the smile became brighter.

Yun Xiaoming glared angrily: "Stop laughing!"

Wu Yeyao said, "Kiss me once, and I won't laugh."

Yun Xiaoming snorted, Wu Yeyao took advantage of the situation and lowered his head, kissing Yun Xiaoming.

"Then I'll kiss you and stop laughing."

Yun Xiaoming's face turned red in an instant, he turned sideways and wanted to bury his head in the chair, because it was a deck chair, he could only bury half of it in, and the other half of his face was still exposed, as red as a boiled shrimp.

Wu Yeyao leaned over again, and kissed gently, Yun Xiaoming turned his head: "Don't kiss me... eh!"

Wu Yeyao kissed him, and pressed his whole body up. Yun Xiaoming wanted to struggle, but Wu Yeyao was too strong, and the reclining chair had very little space, so there was nowhere to struggle.

Can only be caught without a fight.

The two breathed intertwined, their lips and teeth were lingering, and gradually became a little emotional.

The game controller was thrown on the ground, and Wu Yeyao hugged Yun Xiaoming, only to feel that his waist was slender, his face was reddish, and his eyes were full of water.

As soon as his brain exploded, he immediately hugged him to the ground.

There was a thick carpet on the ground, and Wu Yeyao began to untie the other party's clothes.

Yun Xiaoming grabbed his clothes: "Brother Yao...don't do this!"

Wu Yeyao glanced at Yun Xiaoming, and Yun Xiaoming immediately bowed to block himself, pulling the sweater on his body to his knees.

Wu Yeyao rubbed his nose against his face, and whispered in his ear: "Don't block it, I've seen it all. Although you say no, your body says yes."

Yun Xiaoming said: "I am not a person who thinks with the lower body!"

Wu Yeyao pulled Yun Xiaoming's sweater hand away without stopping, but her voice was so calm and shocking: "Me neither."

"I'm not married yet!"

"I'm married, today is still the wedding night."

"Brother Lin is still watching!"

Wu Yeyao turned his head and saw Lin Bai on the screen, looking around with a confused expression on his face, and occasionally his eyes would fall off the screen.

Wu Yeyao grabbed the air with his hand, and the remote control that was far away flew directly into his hand.

With a snap, the screen turns off.

The whole room was darkened, only the sound of the two people's gradually heavy breathing could be heard clearly.