Tonight's Taoist temple seems to be very quiet, as if even the fish, insects, birds and beasts in the forest are sleeping in this quiet night.

Lan Suixun and Xun came down from the mountains and seas, and slowly walked towards their room with their own steps. Lan Sui habitually walked towards his room, about to open the door, but for a moment it felt a little wrong.

Turning around, Lan Sui saw Smoke still following behind him, and asked very strangely:

"Why don't you go back to your room?" After speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and continued: "Oh, don't worry, we haven't moved your room, and the futon is also placed in your cabinet and can be found by looking a little." ”

"I say, are you an idiot?"

"Clams?"

Looking at Lan Sui's confused and ignorant face, Smoke still had the idea of destroying this guy. But who made her feel like she had been hit tonight?

I could only roll my eyes and say, "Did you see me using my phone on the way back?" ”

"I see."

"It was a message with my father."

"Oh, that's going to send one." Lan Sui nodded in agreement.

"I told him I wasn't going back to sleep tonight."

"Yes, you've come to the Taoist temple with me, how can you go back... Sleep? ”

Even if Lan Sui is an idiot, he finally understands something at this time. Looking down at Xun, even if she was as calm as she was at this time, she didn't dare to look directly at Lan Sui's fiery eyes.

This default gesture made the corners of Lan Sui's mouth twitch a little, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to look a little scared.

If you get too carried away at this time, it will ruin the beautiful night.

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An orange light illuminated a corner of the room.

Lan Sui sat under the lamp in a thin white robe, the light reflected on the body under his robe, the faintly bulging muscles, like the green shoots breaking the ground on the yellow earth, completely exuding the breath of life. At this moment, he casually flipped through an ancient book left by Lao Dao, which was originally an obscure text, and he could usually look at it a little, but at this time, it was difficult to get a word into his mind. Consciously or unconsciously, he looked towards the door of the room, as if waiting for something.

I looked back and forth for about half an hour, and with a "click" of the door lock, I walked in from the door wearing a white bathrobe and wet hair.

When she came in, the first thing she saw was the blue light source under it. Even at this time, the cold face did not change at all, and the fluttering eyelashes, as if they were about to overflow the streamer eyes, made people feel a faint invisible emotion faintly stirring in the air.

Moving the lotus step lightly, she slowly came to Lan Sui's face, and Lan Sui could feel her breathing becoming short. He leaned against the back of his chair, as if a great oppression was coming towards him.

And then - a towel flew to Lan Sui's face.

"Dry my hair."

"Ah, uh, okay."

At first, he was stunned, then speechless, and finally he reluctantly agreed.

Smoke naturally sat at the end of the bed, and Lan Sui came to her back with a towel, holding her hair with a towel, and rubbing her hair with a towel little by little from the end of the hair.

Smelling the fragrance of her shampoo, the white neck under her hair, because she could still see a faint pink color just after taking a shower, Lan Sui couldn't help but want to bow her head and be intimate for a while.

"Be attentive."

As if sensing Lan Sui's distraction, he was carrying him.

"Oh."

With a promise, Lan Sui carefully wiped his hair.

"Anyway, why don't you use a hair dryer."

"It's too loud."

"Oh, too."

Not to mention that the noisy sound in the middle of the night will attract attention, and besides, it will ruin the atmosphere a little. Thinking of this, the corners of Lan Sui's mouth couldn't help but curl, and the action of drying his hair on his hand couldn't help but be a little more careful and faster.

Under the goose-yellow light, the woman sat at the end of the bed, and the man delicately wiped her steamy hair. The silhouettes of the two of them were reflected on the white wall, as if they were preparing for a great ceremony, and as if they were quietly brewing some kind of emotion.

Then, unconsciously, the smoked hair has been wiped dry by the blue followers. The towel that was originally used to dry his hair had been set aside by Lan Sui, and the hands that had been soothing his hair moved to Smoke's waist.

Holding that light body into his arms, Lan Sui seemed to embrace the whole world at that moment.

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Passive, passive, passive.

Completely out of Lan Sui's unexpected passivity!

Lan Sui turned into a dead wood in the forest at this moment, and he should have been looking forward to the rebirth of the dead wood, but he didn't expect the emerald green vines to slowly and unconsciously entangle under his feet.

Calves, thighs, arms, torso, and blue were tightly entwined, and he was like a plaything being fiddled, willfully drenched in the rain, willfully bending in various postures.

He tried to fight back, but he was entangled in the slender, delicate vines, and he couldn't break free.

The branches were surrounded by tenderness, and they were treated with force, and the power of the two poles continued to entangle the trees, making him sink and make him only want to enjoy.

However, what I didn't expect was the sudden force of the vines, and the thrill of the sharp turn made the dead wood completely overwhelmed, and as the comfort continued to rise, there was a violent trembling.

Then, the dead wood was squeezed out of the water, moistening the vines.

It was as if this war for survival had been completely taken over by the vines.

But that's just the beginning.

The vines were exerting too much effort, and when she looked a little lazy, the deadwood began to exert its strength violently. The thick branches began to dominate the vines, and although he could not turn at will, he used his strong hardness to fiddle with the winding of the vines.

Under the fiddling of the branches, the vines gradually became weak, shy, and trembling, and the dead wood exerted its greatest limit and ability, constantly attacking the sky.

Until the vine finally can't keep up with the rhythm of the dead wood, and in the end it can only be gently attached to the dead wood, no, it should be a strong tree.

Then, the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the white dew of the Yao steps is broken.

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"Ouch!! Boom!!! ”

A cry of pain suddenly sounded in the room, and it also woke up the sleeping smoke.

When she opened her eyes, her consciousness was still faintly unclear, and she subconsciously wanted to hug someone, but she hugged an empty one. Only then did he gradually regain consciousness.

Xiang's shoulders were half exposed, half hugging begonias, and he looked towards the sound of pain, only to see someone who was still going to the rain clouds with him last night was lying on the ground, his whole body was charred and black, full of large and small wounds.

Tilting his head, he was a little confused, and asked, "Where did your injury come from?" ”

"At 5 o'clock in the morning, I was called to the world of mountains and seas on time, and then I was beaten by a snake, and I was preached by Sister Huang." Lan Sui said with a look of wanting to cry without tears.

"Snake?"

"Well, it's the big snake I summoned last night."

"So, isn't the serpent on you?"

"Huh?"

Lan Sui felt that he couldn't talk to Xun on the same channel, and turned his head to look at Xun, but saw that the girl had already covered her head with the quilt and began to roll on the bed.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Lan Sui realized that Xun seemed to have inadvertently driven the wave car.

"Poof!" Lan Sui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Get out!"

A pillow smashed on Lan Sui's face!

This is a strange and somewhat different morning.

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