Yan Ling kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed with a grunt, and lay sullenly on He Jianshuang's chest.

When she was in the Artemisia Mountain Sect, He Jianshuang's height was not much different from her. But now, he was much taller than her. A twenty-year-old young man, his body exuded vigorous heat, his chest was hard, his shoulders were wide and his legs were long, and Yan Ling was already able to rest assured that he would press his whole body without worrying that he would fall off because he could not bear it.

Speaking of which, this should be regarded as coquettishness, isn't it? It's really strange, obviously I haven't done anything like this to He Jianshuang before. However, since he was kissed and touched by him on the day he came back, such intimate behavior seemed to have become a matter of course again, covering his face.

Feeling the dependence she released from the inside out, He Jianshuang curled her lips and naturally reached out to wrap her arms around Yanling's waist and let her nest on herself.

Yan Ling said in a sullen voice: "I feel very conflicted now - of course I don't want you to lose an arm, but I really don't want you to practice this secret book." It is said that it can maintain its youth forever, but how can there be anything in the world that can remain forever young? You also said that this secret book is hundreds of times more evil than the stele Masan, and this makes me very uneasy. So, I want you to sue me - do you know what the consequences of cultivating "Frost and Cold Water" to the end?"

He Jianshuang patted her head lightly and said with a smile: "It's too early, I'm just eighty percent sure, and this method may not be effective." ”

Yan Ling raised her head and looked directly at him: "What if this method really works? Will you keep practicing?"

"Of course I know what the consequences of cultivating Frost and Cold Water will be. The world says that it can stay young forever, but in fact, it is just a greedy heart. I want to get it, more just to return it to its original owner, than to cultivate it. He Jianshuang kissed her eyes and said, "I know your concerns, don't worry, I will only practice to the triple level, and after forcing the poison out, I won't practice anymore." ”

It's just that if you practice to the third level, there shouldn't be any harm left. However, speaking of which, He Jianshuang in the original book really continued to cultivate even though he knew the consequences. Probably in the original book, there is nothing worth nostalgia in the world, rather than living alone in the world, it is better to just be happy and hate all the hatred. Therefore, her initial guess was not wrong - He Jianshuang at that time was not dead at all.

And now He Jianshuang, although he has fallen into the same predicament as in his previous life - fleeing from the Western Regions, the wolf bèi recuperating from his injuries. But not only is he not desperate, bloodthirsty and misanthropic, but he also has a vision and desire to survive that is completely different from the original book.

If you look at it this way, Yanling feels that her efforts for so long are not meaningless. If He Jianshuang wants to live, then things will be easier than anything else. In this regard, she should have played a big role.

A big stone fell to the ground in her heart, Yan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed his clothes, raised her head and threatened: "This is what you said." You must not stretch out your legs and leave me down just to practice, otherwise...... Hum. ”

He Jianshuang narrowed his eyes: "Otherwise?"

Yan Ling stretched out her little finger and said, "Hook your little finger with me first, and then I will sue you." ”

After hooking her fingers, Yan Ling smiled, and then quickly finished the second half of the sentence just now: "If you dare to go first, I will immediately go to find the next spring." ”

After He Jianshuang listened, he didn't laugh angrily, and nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, so that's the case, you have already thought about it, after I die, you have to find a new person." ”

Yan Ling didn't know that he was in trouble, so he pinched his face timidly, and deliberately provoked him: "Yes, when the time comes, I will find a place where no one is there to raise fifteen or sixteen male concubines, just one night per person, one round in half a month." When the time comes, I will be with them every day, like that, that day, tsk, presumably it will be happier than the gods. ”

He Jianshuang even disappeared from the smile at the corner of her mouth, tightly pursed into a straight line, squinted her eyes and looked at her coldly.

Oops, it seems to be overplaying-Yanling secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly took it when she saw it, and quickly got up, away from the source of danger: "I'm leaving, you can rest well." ”

He Jianshuang clasped her slender and flexible waist at this time, and Yan Ling just got up a little bit, and with an "ouch" sound, she fell back on him.

He Jianshuang smiled at her: "Tell me first-what are you going to do with those fifteen or sixteen male concubines?

Yan Ling: "......"

Fuck, the tiger's buttocks really can't be touched casually, and the ancients don't deceive me.

Is it too late to light a circle of candles to keep you safe?

[Candle] [Candle] [Candle]

Sitting still is not Yan Ling's usual style, so she shook her wit again and said: "Oh, you say these two words - in fact, the so-called such and such refers to studying martial arts with them. In that case, it means that I want to practice swords with them, yes, that's it—wow!" Before she finished speaking, He Jianshuang's hand had already pressed heavily on her waist with a punitive nature, I don't know where it was pressed, it was sour and numb, Yan Ling's body softened suddenly, and a layer of tempting water appeared under her eyes, and she hummed softly.

"Yan Ling. He Jianshuang called out to her in a low voice. Yan Ling seemed to be aware of this, and looked at him with moist eyes. He Jianshuang stared into her eyes, slowly put her hand on her coat belt, and asked in a dumb voice, "Okay?"

Yan Ling looked at He Jianshuang steadily, and suddenly reached out to hug his neck and kissed him on the lips in reply.

#叮!Congratulations to Yanling who once again seized the initiative and scored another point#

(-Smack, the lights are out.) Since there are some episodes that cannot be described below the neck, they are treated as lanterns. Well, that's right, it's all the kind of love ♂ that you have in your mind right now. ）

……

At the last moment of breaking through the defense line, Yanling didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly opened her eyes: "Wait a minute, Shuangshuang, your wound hasn't healed yet." ”

"It's already good. ”

"What if it cracks?"

"Don't scratch it, it won't crack. ”

"But you haven't cleared the poison yet. ”

He Jianshuang squinted her eyes and looked at her, deciding not to talk to this stupid woman who was chattering crookedly at an important juncture, and her actions were obviously more important. （=_=）b

……

(Smack, the lights go out again.) ）

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When I woke up, it was noon the next day. The temperature in the Western Regions was a little cool, and the abundant sunlight was sprinkled on the bedding through the window leaves.

Yanling's whole body was as if she had been run over by a truck, so sore that she couldn't lift half a finger, and her skin was bruised and purple. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a bare chest. He Jianshuang's eyes were lightly closed, her eyelashes were curled, her black hair was falling, and her sleeping face was quiet and beautiful.

Because of the lack of sleep and being awakened by the sun, Yan Ling's head was swollen and painful, and her waist was so sore that she couldn't lift it up at all. She tried to get up, but as soon as her arm stretched out from the quilt, she suddenly encountered the cold air, Yan Ling shivered, quickly retracted into the quilt, and subconsciously snuggled into He Jianshuang's arms.

Where Yanling couldn't see, the corners of He Jianshuang's mouth hooked slightly.

Yanling arched her head to his chest, shielding her body from the sunlight. Since you have a headache, you might as well sleep a little longer. As soon as I closed my eyes, the scenes of last night flashed in front of my eyes.

In fact, although He Jianshuang has no experience, he is very patient. It's just that at the beginning, Yanling still died in pain. After slowly getting used to it, she didn't dare to speak out because of shyness. Until eventually, she began to lose her breath and eventually cried so much that her voice was hoarse. The twenty-year-old youth, although his movements were jerky, was fierce and domineering, and he fought against this longing person regardless of it. The extreme pain and pleasure that she had never experienced before were intertwined, constantly impacting and washing her, until the morning sun began to rise outside the window, and Yanling couldn't hold on anymore, so she fell asleep in fatigue.

Before falling asleep, an inappropriate metaphor suddenly jumped into Yanling's mind - when the flood hits, the best way is to discharge the flood, not to contain it. If only she had known the truth of regular flood discharge [candle], she would have started earlier, and occasionally gave him a little sweetness to taste, and she wouldn't have suffered so much now. It's just that it's too late today, this flood has been blocked for so many years, and many times it has almost burst the embankment, and it has been forced back, almost holding back something. Now that the gate has finally been opened, it will burst the embankment. She didn't know where she was washed away in an instant.

In this regard, Yan Ling has already complained 10,000 times in her heart - He Jianshuang has such an ascetic and cold face, and her temperament is also a typical abstinence, in fact, it is not like this at all after taking off her clothes! [Collapse face] [Collapse face]

O beast in human skin, O living beast!(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly placed on her waist, making the two of them switch positions. Yan Ling snorted and lay on He Jianshuang's chest, and felt his hand massage her at the right time, relieving the pain in her lower back well. He Jianshuang said softly: "You sleep for a while, I'll press it for you." ”

Yan Ling lay on his chest, twisted his arm, and said in a dumb voice: "I have a headache, I want to take a hot bath." ”

He Jianshuang kissed her on the lips, obviously, he was in a surprisingly good mood at the moment, and his temper was surprisingly good: "Okay, I'll wash you." ”

"Oh. Yan Ling responded, suddenly realized something, like a vigilant little squirrel, and raised her head suddenly: "I don't want you to wash me, I'll wash it myself." ”

"I'll wash you. ”

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