Dongjun raised his eyes and bumped into Jiu Ming's smiling face.

"Packed up?"

"No, not yet." Jiu Mingmei wiped the tears that came out of the corners of her eyes, held her cheeks, and said very obediently, "Dongjun is a well-read god, and he is really a model for my junior immortals~~"

Dongjun's face did not change color and his heart did not beat, and he replied: "The word 'sex' has not been cracked for hundreds of thousands of years. In recent years, I have studied secular books and realized the worldly norms, but I have gained some understanding. All worldly desires have roots, just like rivers and lakes, flowing freely from high to low. If there is too much gathering, it overflows, so that the flood is overflowing. Its destructive power is astonishing. At this time, the strong blockage of the flow will make the water potential stronger, and the dam will collapse more severely. ”

Gotcha, the great god began to drag the text one by one again. No matter how interesting and vulgar things are, through his mouth, they can form some Taoist thoughts, as if they can bloom wonderful lotuses from sludge and cow dung.

"Your words are really like a bucket of boiled water, and if you are empowered, you can pour the skin of the little fairy~ However, the little god feels that your analysis is not thorough enough."

"Oh?"

"Two words...... Jiu Mingmei raised two fingers and said with a smile, "Sichun." ”

"Missing Spring?"

"I miss the spring." Jiu Mingmei hooked her lips, "If you want to love, you will love the world; If you want to kiss, you will kiss the earth; If you want it, you have to be thorough...... No matter how thick your old Taoist theory is, the mountains of books you have read are of little use. ”

Dongjun stood up slightly, and his cold eyes looked at her for a moment: "What does Yimei God see? ”

"Since you have thought about spring, you are simply looking for a girl's love in the dark, and you have been flooded into the sea, and your consciousness has been sublimated. You are the great god of Dongjun, and it is better to guarantee that you can't suffer losses and fall for love than to look at such vulgar books and think about them. Jiu Mingmei looked at the old blue book Nunu, and then glanced at his lower body widely, "Hmm...... Injuries. ”

Before the words fell, Jiu Mingmei jumped down the window lattice, ran away and lost the shadow, leaving only the tail sound of the word "hurt body" like an insect, burrowing into the window and falling into Dongjun's ears and eyes.

Dongjun's cold and cloud-like face froze, and a stream of heat flowed out from the bottom of his heart, burning all over his limbs and hundreds of bones, and finally gathered on his head. He suddenly covered his face with a book, covering his hot, red face, leaving only his red ears and neck exposed.

The lips that had always been pursed were curled in an instant, and a light laugh overflowed from his mouth, quickly rippling away, and another wave of laughter elicited from it. A pair of calm eyes like a mirror bloomed with brilliance at all times, with four points of joy, three points of helplessness, two points of charm, and a point of restraint.

"This little girl...... This little girl ......"

As soon as the one-horned white raccoon man entered the room, he heard laughter, and his eyes widened in shock: "Dongjun Great God......"

Look at it again in the next moment, where is there any laughter, where are there still curly lips and eyes?

I saw Dongjun sleeping lazily on the bamboo recliner, the old blue book was thrown casually next to the recliner, and his right arm was gently placed on his forehead, already asleep. The white raccoon didn't dare to disturb Dongjun, and was about to leave quietly, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, turned around and stretched his neck to take a closer look, Dongjun's earlobes were still red, which was really strange.

The colorful parrot outside greeted it, and the white raccoon muttered in his heart, kicked his hooves, and went out.

For two days in a row, Jiu Mingmei cleaned up in Dongfeng Xiaozhu, conscientious, not noisy, not arrogant or impatient. She did not ask the civets and parrots to help, but she swept the yard outside the house and from the outside of the house to the inside.

Don't look at the wind and stream, it is the land of the gods, and if it is not cleaned up for three thousand years, this project is also great. Just tidying up Dongjun's study takes a whole day's work. Dongjun has been in retreat for many years, and the study has been vacant for several years, accumulating a lot of dust. She first dusted off the ashes with a duster, and then arranged the books neatly according to their classification. Every day, there are little fairies outside to send books to the wind and streams, and Jiu Mingmei has set up a bookshelf to place new books.

There are many new books, most of which are mortal readings, which is really unusual. Jiu Mingmei smiled secretly while placing it, the taste of the great god of Dongjun is becoming more and more unique. When her slender hand touched the book "The Biography of Qi Guo", she paused, turned the page, looked carefully, and finally found a familiar name that penetrated deep into the bone marrow:

The eighth prince Feng Qianji, killed his father and ascended the throne, and was finally driven by Emperor Lang......

She hugged the thick book in her arms, pressed it to her heart, and took a deep breath.

"Aren't you afraid of choking on the dust?"

Dongjun suddenly appeared next to her and looked down at her coldly.

Jiu Mingmei bluffed, leaned back, and touched the bookshelf.

The bookshelf flickered, and the dust on it spread down, choking her and coughing: "Yes, you are really old, cough cough!" What do you say......?"

Dongjun casually made a trick and eliminated the dust. The tall body got closer, and the cool and faint eyes looked deeply at her phoenix eyes, and her lips were pressed down.

Jiu Mingmei'er blinked her eyes, and was frightened by his actions again, suddenly smiled, and raised her head and asked, "You are always preparing to practice?" With me? What is the little plum god you are most tired of? You...... Are you sure? ”

In those 30,000 years, Jiu Mingmei pasted his face to Dongjun's side, just thinking about touching his hard body. How can Dongjun be a cold-hearted person, she has always refused to be thousands of miles away, she tried all kinds of tricks, and at most she could only stay in the realm three meters away from him. There has never been such a close distance as it is now.

Dongjun didn't seem to have the consciousness of crossing the line, so he still pressed it down and clinged to her ear.

Jiu Mingmei wanted to move, but she couldn't move, her smile froze: "Xiao...... Little god, not very suitable for ......"

The coercive power of the ancient gods, Rao is the plum god, and he can't resist it.

"If you want to love, you will love the earth; If you want to kiss, you will kiss the earth; If you want it, you have to ...... it thoroughly" Dongjun's breath is cool and cool, blowing into the ear holes, "fallacy." ”

"Huh?" Jiu Mingmei is stupid.

Dongjun pulled out the "Biography of Qi Kingdom" in her arms, rolled it into a scroll and knocked on the door of her head: "If the object is wrong, it is harassment." ”

Jiu Mingmei was even more stupid: "What are you...... Harassing the little gods? ”

"You've been harassed for free for 30,000 years, and you're in a panic."

"......" (10,000 grass and mud horses are omitted here...... ）

Dongjun didn't wait for her to understand, turned around and left the study, but the moment he stepped out of the study, he said coldly: "Collect the net tonight, do whatever you want, just do it...... I'm here. ”

Jiu Mingmei looked up, Dongjun's back was tall and beautiful, very good-looking. What's even better is the pair of red earlobes...... (To be continued.) )