Yang Jian laughed "sneered", turned his head and looked at Sun Xiaomo with a smile.

Sun Xiaomo: Stupid dog-

"Stupid Dog" suddenly broke out, walked forward slowly, licked Yang Jian's face very quickly, and then covered his eyes and lay on the table with his tail between his legs.

Howling Dog: I'm going to be killed. qaq

Sun Xiaomo: "Poof......"

Yang Jian: "......"

The roaring dog exerted too much force, drooling too much, half of Yang Jian's face was wet, saliva slid down his cheeks and into the collar, the beautiful boy's expression was blank for a moment, and then his whole face was distorted, as if he had encountered something unbearable, he suddenly stood up, and even the things on the table were swept off by the sleeves of his robe without looking back, and left quickly.

Sun Xiaomo gurgled and rolled and followed to see the excitement.

Halfway through, Sun Xiaomo could be sure that Yang Jian was heading for the hot springs not far from here.

The body of the immortal is not stained with dust, so naturally there is no need to bathe like a human, but the environment in which Yang Jian has lived since he was a child is a mortal tribe, and he has retained people's habits such as eating and sleeping or something, Sun Xiaomo knows that he will take a bath, but he has never seen it, Yang Jian deliberately avoids everyone, even the roaring dog does not know where his master runs to bathe every day, and Sun Xiaomo does not have a habit of peeping at other people's baths, so he has never cared about this issue, and after realizing what Yang Jian is going to do, Sun Xiaomo couldn't help but be speechless for Yang Jian's incorrigible cleanliness.

In fact, she really wanted to see it, but in case Yang Jian found out, Sun Xiaomo was particularly afraid of leaving a "lewd" and unfunny impression on Yang Jian, who was becoming more and more like a male god, so she could only avoid it.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back, a piece of clothing flew from the front and covered her completely.

Sun Xiaomo: "......"

Sun Xiaomo struggled for a long time and didn't break out of her clothes, and she didn't dare to break Yang Jian's robe, she was wondering whether to ask for help, the sound of water sounded, Sun Xiaomo was inexplicably a little weak and embarrassed, and wisely kept silent.

She was silent for a moment amid the sound of water, and suddenly remembered who she was.

- it! Isn't the old lady a wishful golden hoop stick?! Why can't it be worn out of the robe as an embroidery needle?

Sun Xiaomo was a baby, waxed for his IQ, and turned it into a small embroidery needle, and the needle butt jumped hard against the small pebbles on the ground, piercing the robe, leaving a small hole invisible to the naked eye, and successfully "escaped"!

Sun Xiaomo, who saw the light again, couldn't wait to laugh three times, hahaha, the old lady is so witty!

Sun Xiaomo, who had recovered her 360-degree line of sight without dead ends, flew high into the air, and the half-naked teenager in the vapor crashed into her field of vision.

Rumo's long hair hangs down, and the white and flawless skin like Meiyu forms a sharp contrast, the body between a boy and a man is tall and slender, because of the continuous cultivation all year round, the boy's body lines are quite beautiful and tight, the waist and abdomen are slender and powerful, and strings of crystal water droplets attach to the surface of the body, slowly sliding down.

Maybe he felt something, the young man who was stroking water on his body raised his chin, and his eyes, which looked wet because of the moisture, inadvertently glanced at this side, the corners of his eyes flew red, his face was like a peach blossom, his lips were slightly open, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose, as if he was smiling but not smiling, there was an indescribable charm and temptation.

Sun Xiaomo always calls Yang Jian a beautiful boy in his heart, sixteen or seventeen-year-old Yang Jian is indeed very good-looking, his eyebrows and eyes seem to be dipped in high-quality ink, and he is carefully described, the lines are clear and smooth, the lips are red, and the teeth are white and neat, Sun Xiaomo has never seen such a beautiful and delicate boy without a little femininity.

What is the effect of the beauty out of the bath?

Sun Xiaomo recalled himself at that moment afterwards, which can be described in four words, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was fascinated.

The fascinated Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick forgot the speed and strength of the fall, and the result was a "boom", the ground shook, and the beautiful boy in the scrubbing "poof" was planted in the spring water at once, and it took a long time to climb out, holding on to the stone and coughing for a while.

Sun Xiaomo in the crack of the surface: "......" If she cultivates to human form, will her weight be lighter?

Sun Xiaomo seriously considered this possibility.

Plants can also be cultivated into adults, swords and sword spirits, as a magic weapon of a saint, the Dinghai Divine Needle Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick that has sealed the soul of Gonggong, why can't she have a stick spirit?

"Jian, Jian, let me ask you a question!" Sun Xiaomo shouted excitedly, "Do you think I can cultivate a spirit body like a sword?" Her body became bigger, crawled out of the soil, met Yang Jian's cold little eyes, couldn't help but be shocked, and subconsciously fled in the opposite direction.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, grabbed the clothes on the side and threw them at Sun Xiaomo, who was trying to escape, rolled her back, and held her firmly in the palm of his hand.

Sun Xiaomo (*/w\*): "Table sauce purple, look at the light~"

Yang Jian lifted her up, and then began to turn.

Sun Xiaomo was shocked and said nervously: "What are you going to do?" ”

Yang Jian didn't answer, provoked a smile, turned faster and faster, and at first he could clearly see the trajectory of the rotation of the golden hoop rod, but later only the golden disc composed of afterimages remained, Sun Xiaomo screamed: "I'm going to vomit, I'm going to vomit, I'm really going to vomit!" ”

Yang Jian held his chin with his left hand, his expression was leisurely, he was really a good stick!

Sun Xiaomo's voice was crying, and her tone was miserable and begging to be let go, Yang Jian stopped and asked with a smile: "Is it fun?" ”

Sun Xiaomo's whole body was soft, and he put noodles on Yang Jian's hands, the two ends had just entered the water, and he didn't see anything clearly, Yang Jian raised his arm and put it up, and said with a stern expression: "Do you think that if you become like this, I won't be able to play with you?" ”

Sun Xiaomo immediately straightened her body, straight and straight one hundred and eighty degrees, and explained aggrievedly: "I didn't, I'm really dizzy!" "It's so annoying for a naughty boy with a smart head! I even came up with this method to fold! Grind! She!

If it weren't for being held around by Yang Jian, Sun Xiaomo almost forgot that in addition to the weakness of "East China Sea", he also had the setting of "fear of fainting".

I feel like I'm going to be eaten to death by the male god in the future.

Yang Jian put down Sun Xiaomo and stood up from the water, Sun Xiaomo quickly closed her eyes, but the young man's seductive waist and abdomen and mermaid line were still deeply imprinted in her mind, and after hesitating, she opened her eyes in a daze, and was disappointed to find that Yang Jian was already dressed neatly in just a few seconds, and even the fan cloud crown was fixed in her hair as before.

After thinking about it, Sun Xiaomo said sternly: "Young man, you are too defenseless!" Men and women can't kiss you, how can you wear clothes in front of a girl's house? ”

Yang Jian straightened the hem of his clothes, lifted his eyelids and glanced at her: "Can you speak well?" Where did you hear that men and women don't kiss each other? Where are the girls? Is it okay to take off your clothes without clothes? ”

Sun Xiaomo's mind was full of "where are there girls" and "where are girls", her brain was completely swiped by this sentence, she felt that her blood was poked by Yang Xiaojian's heart blow, only a layer of blood was left, her body trembled, her voice trembled, and she divided into two claws to cover her chest:

"I'm a girl! Genuine girl, where does my delicate voice not look like a girl? How could a man have such a cute name as 'Sun Xiaomo'? ”

Yang Jian paused, staring at her for a moment with swarthy eyes, Sun Xiaomo asked hopefully, "Have you already realized your mistake?" ”

A woman said softly and weakly: "Listen to my voice, is it a girl's voice?" ”

Sun Xiaomo looked at Yang Jian ghostly.

Yang Jian touched her: "Why does a stick have to be divided into men and women, even if it is divided into men and women, it should be a boy, I am a man, Master is a man, Gengchen is also a man, all you come into contact with are men, even the Howling Sky Dog is also a male, why do you want to use a girl's voice to treat yourself as a woman?" What kind of weird fetish is this? ”

Sun Xiaomo: "......"

"Is it because Nuwa Niangniang is your master?" Yang Jian was thoughtful, Sun Xiaomo's silence made him confirm his conjecture, he picked up Sun Xiaomo, and sighed slightly disappointed, "I always feel that if you have cultivated a spirit body, you should be a hard-boned man." He frowned and said seriously, "The kind with a big beard." ”

Sun Xiaomo: "......"