He Yuting opened her eyes, and when the morning star had just risen, a fish's belly white appeared in the sky. There is still the afterglow of the night in the room, which is dim and ambiguous, but it makes He Yuting feel extremely relieved. The first thing she saw was the featureless white ceiling above. I didn't feel it when I was lying in bed before, but now I suddenly feel the urge to change the color of the ceiling. She was going to paint it with stars and decorate it with the most beautiful fluorescent paint. In the future, when you wake up at night, you won't feel bored on the ceiling, and maybe you can pull Erlang Zhenjun to have a good look. Then, her gaze naturally shifted to the silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jiro Zhenjun hadn't noticed that she was awake yet, and was staring intently at the small ball of white light suspended in front of her. The glow of fireflies emitted by the little thing cast a white halo on his face. He was originally a person made of jade, but now with a cage of fluorescent light, he looks more and more white and flawless. He Yuting was motionless, and even her breathing became light and slow, lest she alarm Erlang Zhenjun who was groaning. She naturally knew that her Erlang Zhenjun was an extremely good-looking Langjun, and even if she was allowed to focus on staring for another three thousand years, she would not feel bored. If she could, she would be willing to watch him silently until she was old.

He Yuting's heart moved, and she remembered the words of Huang Jiexi in her dream with tears in her laughter.

- I just want you to be able to look at him from a distance when you pass through reincarnation every time you are reincarnated. If you can look at it once, it will be once; To quench his thirst is what he wants in this life.

Her eyes were blurred, and the world seemed to be immersed in a giant fish tank. Her wish is also his. Hateful fate makes people, tossing them for 3,000 years, and in the end it is still a dream and an empty dream. She shed all her tears in her dream before returning to reality, and now the water suddenly brought a lot of burden to her eyes, soreness and stinging, and the feeling after crying before returned. He Yuting moved uncomfortably, and Erlang Zhenjun immediately looked sideways.

As soon as the eyes of the two people collided, they glued together and could not be separated. After being entangled like this for a while, Erlang Zhenjun noticed the vision around her eyes, and couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look. "What's wrong with the eyes?" It's a little red, and it's a little swollen, like I've just cried. Jiro Makoto doesn't remember crying in her dreams. If he found her crying, he wouldn't let her continue to sleep.

The little white ball that He Yuting noticed that floated over with Erlang Zhenjun. Jiro Zhenjun looked at her intently, and it hovered behind Jiro Zhenjun's head. It turned out to be a white jade seal that had been floated, the seal was the size of a palm, and an old man sitting on a stump was carved on the square. Although the old man was dressed in a fairy wind and bones, he had no head on his wrinkled neck. He Yuting's heart jumped, and she overlapped the jade seal in front of her with the impression of the fairy seal in her memory......

Jiro Zhenjun's palm covered her eyes, and a warm immortal power seeped into her skin from the covered place. He Yuting was shocked and slapped his hand away. "Don't!"

Jiro Zhenjun raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Only then did He Yuting remember that only half of her consciousness was pulled to Mirror Lake by Huang Jiexi just now, and the remaining remnant soul and body were left to sleep next to Erlang Zhenjun. Cousin Jiexi's Heavenly Demon Soul Hooking Technique was very good, even if Erlang Zhenjun stood aside without blinking, he didn't notice her abnormality. It's no wonder that Cousin Jeeki and Carter have been able to successfully transform her body for so long, and Jiro Zhenjun has no idea. If it weren't for this wild boss battle, I'm afraid Jiro Zhenjun would still be kept in the dark. As soon as she thought of the wild boss battle, He Yuting thought of the kiss after the battle, and suddenly became acute. She thought that Erlang Zhenjun would dislike Assasin's appearance of neither being a man nor a woman, and she was also tired of her. Unexpectedly, he didn't care at all, and he pulled her to kiss her in front of so many players, and he didn't know how many pairs of eyes he was shocked. He Yuting hurriedly stopped scattering his thoughts, and a burst of hibiscus color had already appeared on her face. She threw herself into Erlang Zhenjun's arms like a swallow, grinding. "No," she muttered, "I just slept too deeply and my eyes were a little uncomfortable." It'll be fine in a while. ”

How can sleeping too deeply cause eye irritation?

Erlang Zhenjun doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. But Wen Xiang Nephrite was in his arms, and the last thing he liked was to give up this kind of opportunity, so he endured it and no longer mentioned He Yuting's rejection of his instillation of immortal energy. But there was one thing he had to figure out—

Erlang Zhenjun slightly distanced the two of them, and was about to ask a question, when he saw He Yuting's eyes, he was stunned. It turned out to be a simple obsessive look. You know your own business. Of course, Jiro Zhenjun knows that his wife is actually quite infatuated with him, and although he was affectionate in the past, he rarely showed it naked/naked/naked like now. The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, revealing a shallow smile. If it weren't for that incident that had been in his heart, maybe he would have been holding He Yuting's little face and kissing it non-stop by now. Jiro Zhenjun cleared his throat. "Tingting, I won't ask about you and the pair of fairy and demon sisters of the Phoenix Imperial Family."

"Hmm."

"Don't ...... with them in the future" Erlang Zhenjun paused, feeling that it would be too impersonal to ask them to draw a clear line across the board, so he had to say: "Don't get too close to them in the future." ”

"Hmm."

Erlang Zhenjun squinted slightly. But He Yuting's burning eyes were too useful, and he was full of comfort, temporarily putting aside that trace of confusion. He gets to the point. "Now can you explain why it turned into Assasin?"

"Hmm."

Well? Erlang Zhenjun raised his eyebrows and beat a drum in his heart. Could it be that the slam blow of the burning sky knocked her stupid and disabled? Could it be that he couldn't make up for her soul power with a breath of immortal qi? Erlang Zhenjun suddenly regretted it, he knew that he should have immediately collected the remnant soul of the burning sky now, so he shouldn't have let him live again! Erlang Zhenjun thought about it, pulled He Yuting over and kissed her gently.

He Yuting naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to his kisses and entangled with him. By the time she finally woke up from the chaos and realized the true intention behind the deepening kiss, she couldn't resist. She wants to retreat, and how can Erlang Zhenjun, who has always been used to predatory and prey, allow her to withdraw halfway? A large hand grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to continue to move forward into his assault. He used a more ferocious attitude to increase the intensity of immortal qi infusion. He Yuting was angry and embarrassed, her breathing was interrupted for a while, and the whole person was stuck in a state of fluttering immortals. She followed Jiro Zhenjun's previous movements and bit his lower lip to warn. The strength of the first bite was too light, and Jiro Zhenjun's breathing was more rapid and his wheezing was heavier. The second time he intensified his bite, it instead promoted a certain latent wolf nature. He Yuting felt that she was going to be pushed down. Even if the dry wood fire is about to break out, the immortal qi that crosses over is endless. He Yuting couldn't control her emotions anymore, and tears came out of her eyes. The third time, she took a hard bite.

"Ahh Erlang Zhenjun was in pain, and his mouth was full of blood. He looked at He Yuting in shock and complained very angrily: "You bite me?!" When he saw He Yuting's tearful appearance clearly, his anger disappeared without a trace.

Weeping here, bleeding over there.

He Yuting cried as she took out a spare brush from her backpack and scratched a fork on his face, pasting him with a face of spring mud. She felt that this treatment was not enough, and drew a needle and inserted it into his head. The key is that these actions are natural, and she almost treats Jiro Zhenjun out of instinct. I cried while being treated, and I cried until I hiccuped. No matter how angry Jiro Zhenjun is, he is now thrown to Java Island. He was angry and happy, so he had to take the tearful man into his arms first and pat his hair. "How do you wake up and cry? Stop crying. "My heart breaks when I cry." I haven't done anything to be sorry for you. "Long Jiu just disappeared, I didn't kill him. Jiro Zhenjun was not ashamed to speak, and automatically ignored the matter of once picking up Assasin and throwing it to Meat T.

The maid smiled and brought a glass of warm water. Jiro Zhenjun personally served her and drank it.

"No kisses." He Yuting said so smoothly. After thinking about it, I also felt that it was inappropriate: not kissing? How can that work! She can be very greedy for her husband's! "It's okay to kiss your mouth, don't be angry!" In order to avoid Erlang Zhenjun's suspicions, she hurriedly added: "If you feed me fairy qi again, I won't be able to eat." ”

Jiro Zhenjun rested his chin on the top of her head and grinned silently. In fact, he didn't want to use this way to cross too much immortal energy. The demonic nature in her body has not been eliminated now, and if she feeds too much immortal energy in this way and develops a habit, I am afraid that it will stimulate the latent demonic nature. This is equivalent to feeding evil spirits with blood food, which is too dangerous. He hoped that He Yuting would slowly replenish his soul power by eating and supplementing, just like before, eating more and replenishing more. As soon as he thought of this, Erlang Zhenjun was depressed. He finally replenished her soul power, but she played the trick of transformation again, and deliberately concealed it from him...... If she had confessed to him earlier, how could she have caused a disaster in vain? The thought of Assasin's huddled mass with no soul power made him feel anxious, violent and desperate.

Erlang Zhenjun slightly distanced the two, and said, "Now you tell me, what is it like to become Assasin?" As soon as this question was thrown, he suddenly remembered the last time he met Assasin in the harem of Ogihua—the kiss marks that the flowers in the garden were not as colorful as the half of his body that could not be covered. Jiro Zhenjun breathed wildly, and his chest rose and fell sharply. "Last time I went to the Ogihua harem to look for you, that Assasin is also you!?"

He Yuting couldn't help but snort.

Tut?! Erlang Zhenjun's eyes widened, and his face was full of iron. He grabbed He Yuting and gritted his teeth word by word: "Come, you tell me clearly, what the hell is going on!" ”