In the late spring of April, the cangmu is in full bloom, and the pine forest is silent. There is a clear blue stream next to it, and the river is pouring thousands of miles. The grass on the shallow Zhu is windy, and there are wild cranes leisurely, fluttering their wings, and flying to the sky in the flowing water. The scenery at the foot of the Holy Altar Mountain is suitable, but no one is in the mood to appreciate it. Several Holy Sect disciples surrounded each other, in the middle, on one side was the Holy Sect Leader Yuan Yingxing, on the other side was Yang Qing, a disciple of the Cloud Gate, and in the middle was a girl.

The disciples who followed the sect leader down the mountain were just ordinary sect members. There are those who have seen the saint, and most of them have never seen it. Everyone's attention is still on the strange relationship between these three people.

Mochizuki looked at Yang Qing on the left and Yuan Yingxing on the right. A little embarrassment and weirdness welled up in her heart. Some didn't dare to look at Yuan Yingxing...... First, when she was watching Yao Fu at the Cloud Gate Cliff, Yuan Yingxing pressed her against a tree and asked her the sentence "Do you love me", which made her embarrassed; The second is that the right protector Tang Xiaoyu said that Yuan Yingxing doesn't seem to be suitable for seeing her, and she is prone to headaches when she sees her. Mochizuki looked at the young man's handsome face at the moment, and thought to himself, I don't know if he has a headache now.

Yuan Yingxing doesn't have a headache.

After the girl smiled at him and raised her hand to say hello to him, he put away the gloom in his face of Yang Qing, smiled back at her, and took her hand, "Yueya'er, come here." ”

Mochizuki responded, ready to pass.

However, her left wrist was held by the hand of the young man on the other side. Yang Qing said, "Ah Yue, come over here, I have something to tell you." ”

Mochizuki: "......"

Yuan Yingxing smiled thickly, but the sword light and sword shadow flashed in his eyes, and he slashed at the man opposite, and said, "This Young Master Yang, you can't help but take my Holy Sect too seriously. Yueya'er is my teaching saint, you are a disciple of Yunmen, what are you doing with my teaching saint? ”

All the cultists were startled, and looked at the little girl called by the sect leader: ...... Is this the new Holy Maiden?!

Compared with Yuan Yingxing's cynicism, Yang Qing's voice was much gentler, but the texture of his words should not be underestimated, "Ah Yue is my mother, and it is not strange for me to tell her something." ”

The cultists were startled again, and looked at the little girl who was caught between the two men, and their eyes became even more terrifying: ...... Why did the new saint become the wife of a white path disciple before she took the throne? Yang Qing was born to have nothing to do with the saint of their family? Go one, come another?

There are disciples who recognize Mochizuki's face, and at this moment they are already with a ghostly expression: My mother! With this girl's face almost the same as that of the saints of the past, it is not surprising that the sect wants her to be a saint.

Wife?!

Yuan Yingxing's strength in holding Mochizuki's wrist increased, his eyes narrowed, and his smile was a bit compelling, "Yang Gongzi is also open-mouthed." What lady? Without my permission, I teach that it is impossible for a saint to marry someone else. ”

Yang Qing smiled and didn't fight with Yuan Yingxing for this.

He just looked at Mochizuki again and repeated, "Ah Yue, come here." I have something to tell you. ”

Yuan Yingxing followed, "Yueya'er, come here, I really have something to tell you." ”

Mochizuki: "......"

The men on both sides grabbed her wrists, one left and one right, and they were all tug-of-war like a rope. True qi impacted, wisps of wisps, colliding and counteracting.

Mochizuki thought to himself: You two have such a tacit understanding, what are you looking for me for? Let's just get married!

She rolled her eyes and had an idea.

As the two men struggled, Mochizuki frowned, turned pale and pained, bowed down, and let out an uncomfortable moan from his mouth.

Yang Qing was stunned, seeing that her face was in pain, almost at the same time, he couldn't bear it, he let go of the hand that grabbed her wrist.

Yuan Yingxing didn't let go, but grabbed Mochizuki's shoulder and glanced at her with a smile. He could see her acting at a glance, and when he caught her before, he also knew it in his heart, how could he really hurt her? He glanced at the white-clothed young man who let go a little proudly, gently pulled Mochizuki to his side, and said with a smile, "Okay, Yueya'er, let's go back......"

Mochizuki said, "Sect Master, you can go back first." I have something to say to my husband. ”

She called him the word "Master".

She accentuated the word "husband".

There was a moment of apprehension and stiffness in Yuan Yingxing's eyes, he looked at her for a long time, and slowly let go of his hand. The joy and pride of Fang Cai are gone. At this moment, he felt as if he was in the cold ice of a thousand years. He withdrew all the expressions on his face and said lightly, "You go to the other side of the woods to talk." I'll be waiting for you here. After all, he was a disciple of the Cloud Gate, and the Holy Sect had to guard against it. ”

Mochizuki snorted and walked towards Yang Qing.

The two of them walked one after the other towards the woods.

Stepping on the grass, there is a soft rustling sound. Mochizuki looked up and saw Yang Qing's face as warm as cold jade. He walked freely in the daylight, as clear and distinct as the white water of Black Mountain. What a good-looking man.

Mochizuki pursed his lips.

Yang Qing didn't laugh, or even speak. However, her laughter became louder and louder, and he couldn't stop laughing, so he looked down at her and asked helplessly, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Mochizuki immediately jumped forward, grabbed his arm that was naturally hanging by his side, and said, "You and Yuan Yingxing fought just now, and they both wanted to gain the upper hand." But as soon as I looked uncomfortable, you immediately let go. You can't bear to make me uncomfortable, I know. ”

The expression in Yang Qing's eyes softened a little, and the arm she was holding was not as stiff as before. He really didn't ask much of Mochizuki, and he was relieved that she could notice that he was attentive to her. He was only afraid that she didn't care at all, and didn't take him seriously at all.

The two of them had already entered the forest, and when they walked inside, they were gradually shadowed, and they could not see the shadow outside. Yang Qing habitually leaned against the tree, while Mochizuki habitually hugged his neck and hung on him, looking up and swaying sweetly. Yang Qing was looked at by her affectionate gaze, and said slowly, "Isn't the original sect leader unbearable?" He recognized you as a liar at the first time, but I didn't. In terms of understanding you, I am far inferior to him. Aren't you glad he knows you so well? ”

Mochizuki shook his head solemnly, "That's different. ”

"What's different?"

"You are actually more observant than him, but you don't see it, which means that you care about me. So you just let it go, and I won't admit it if it's full of love for me! ”

“…… You're really going to put gold on your face," Yang Qing chuckled, "Who told you I didn't see that you were pretending?" ”

Mochizuki was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was still very fast, and he said softly and affectionately, "Then you just see it and still let go." It shows that you care more about my feelings than whether it's true or not. Even if I'm pretending, you care about me. ”

Yang Qing laughed, smoothed the hair on Wangyue's cheeks, and tapped it on her forehead, "Sister Ah Yue is really sharp-toothed, no matter what she says, it makes sense." ”

When he smiled, his eyes were starry and his cheeks were shallow. The eyebrows stretched and flew, and the sunlight fell on him like a sieve, deep and shallow, if the ice river first broke, the spring light was revealed, and the whole spring was rippling in his eyes.

Mochizuki looked at him blankly, originally pretending to be solemn and affectionate, to soothe his man's vinegared heart. She soothed him so well, making him smile so beautifully, laughing so that the mountains and rivers of her world roared, the sun turned and the stars moved, and his heart bloomed.

Mochizuki screamed, his heart itching, pulled down his head, and bit the corner of his mouth on tiptoe.

The puppy grabs candy like a ferocious and direct, rampage, sucking, and licking.

Yang Qing still had a smile on the corner of her lips, and she frowned when she bit her, but she bent down obediently, guiding her emotions and telling her not to be so reckless. Let love be love, and kiss is kiss. It's not another feeling, it's not the same as anything else. Lovers and relatives are not the same.

The girl and the young man embraced, their hearts pounding, and they were about to jump out of their throats. At first, she hugged him and kissed him, and he let her vent. Later, his eyes darkened slightly, and he moved his hand, pressing the back of her head with one hand and holding her face with the other. The young man stepped forward, leaning over her face and intertwining her lips and tongue.

The tip of the tongue was numb, the juice was kneaded like a petal, and the heart trembled a little.

His hair fell on her upturned face. The slightly cool spring shirt, with the hot temperature on his body, was like a volcano, and let her burn with him.

The two kissed in the spring breeze, the wind blew warmly, and Mochizuki was almost indulged in the warm tide brought by Yang Qing.

Until a hand, unconsciously reached into Mochizuki's underwear. His hands were warmer, hotter than her skin. And his hand clasped ......

Smooth skin.

Mochizuki's body was tense, and his eyes were watery, "Yang Qing!" ”

I couldn't help but pinch him behind him.

She looked at the young man with eye contact, Yang Qing's face was flushed, his eyes were moist and misty, dyed with strong longing and lust. His lips were flushed like cherries.

Young body, restless-moving feelings.

Mochizuki is actually the same.

Seeing Yang Qing like this, she wanted to pounce!

But...... However, she didn't care about daytime prostitution, but the sect leader and the sect members were waiting for her. Those are all people who practice martial arts, especially Yuan Yingxing...... She and Yang Qing are doing it here, and there is no difference between being naked and naked in front of them. Mochizuki's skin is not thick enough yet.

She bit her lip unwillingly, hugged the young and burning body of the young man, her heart was dripping blood and tears, it was rare for Yang Qing to have a rush, but it was really not good.

Yang Qing's gaze fell on her lips, neck, and the tall jade peak on her chest...... I don't know if it's his delusion, thinking that she has grown up. The young man's throat moved slightly, and he sat down with Mochizuki in his arms, holding her to calm his breathing. The body is hot, and his lover is being held by him again. His fingers on her shoulder stiffened, frowned, and were a little annoyed.

Cough.

He turned his head and softened his expression.

When he turned around, he saw Mochizuki's pitiful little expression, longing, which was clearly the same as him.

Yang Qing: "......"

The fire burned even harder.

His wife flirted with him like this, and he was really embarrassed.