Yar Leyin and Jing Yi looked at each other, their brains seemed to pause thinking, the lips of the two were soft and connected, and the fresh body fragrance on Ya Leyin's body wafted into Jing Yi's nose, and his heart throbbed.

Yarley was just stunned to feel the softness on her lips, her limbs stiffened, and she didn't know what to do next.

After a while, Yar Leyin reacted, pushed Jing Yi away violently, and rubbed his lips hard with a flushed face until he was a little red and swollen.

"You... What are you doing..."

"I..."

Jing Yi's index finger brushed his lips, and his cheeks were also dyed crimson, and he didn't know what to say, and his face was rarely flustered.

"Tut-tut, I'm so witty."

The ghost-faced Rakshasa who was hiding not far away clasped his hands to his chest, his silver eyes were full of satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.

"Well, it's nice."

Lan Xi crooked his little brain, squinted his eyes and smiled brightly.

"In other words, Ling Yu's acting ability is really good."

Chi Yan lay on his stomach, wagging his tail boredly, his golden eyes looking at Nian Lingyu, which was full of banter.

"False praise, adult marriage, good thing, good thing."

Nian Lingyu's purple eyes were also full of smiles, looking at the red cheeks of the two people who were separated, and there were many thoughts in his heart.

"These two people are either duplicitous, or they can't get over a hurdle in their hearts, and it will be difficult to get together."

The ghost-faced rakshasa's silver eyes shone with a dark light, as if he was immersed in his own world.

"Sister Rakshasa ..."

Lan Xi is simple and delicate, and it is easy to detect the emotions of the people around him, his small hand tuggs at the corner of the Ghost Face Rakshasa's clothes, and his big blue eyes look at the Ghost Face Rakshasa .

"Lanxi is still young, you will understand these things in the future, Lanxi will also meet someone who protects you and loves you in the future."

The ghost-faced Rakshasa rubbed Lan Xi's soft hair and chuckled, I don't know what kind of person this cute and simple Lan Xi will meet?

"Someone who protects me and loves me?"

Lan Xi twisted his fingers, looking ignorant and expectant.

The four of them muttered in the dark, but their eyes never left the figure of the two in the room.

The charm fragrance slowly diffused, burning half of the incense, Jing Yi's cheeks became more and more red, and the strange and other hot feelings spread all over the body, looking at Yar Leyin's eyes with a trace of longing and forbearance.

Yar Leyin also felt that the temperature around him seemed to be a little high, and a little bead of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he staggered when he stood up.

Jing Yi's eyes quickly supported Ya Er Leyin, and the breath on the two of them was intertwined again, and it was difficult to separate.

"You... You go away! ”

Yar Leyin bit her lip and pushed Jingyi beside her.

"Rakuin, I... Alas......"

Jingyi seemed to have something to say, but still sighed lightly.

The tip of Jingyi's nose is filled with the fresh apple aroma of Yale's music, and under the effect of the charm, the mind becomes more and more chaotic.

Grabbed Yar's chaotic hand and held her tightly in his arms.

The person who is happy is in his arms, Jing Yi asked himself if he is not the one who is not in a mess, and his palm restlessly crossed Ya Le Yin's back.

"The view... Jingyi! ”

Under Jingyi's touch, Yar Leyin gradually softened his body, but he still bit his thin lips tightly, forcing himself to wake up, and his pink lips were bitten out by Yar Leyin.

"Let go, it's all bleeding."

Jing Yi's fingers swept over Yar Leyin's cheek, rescuing the bleeding lip flap from the bite.

"Jingyi! You let go of me! ”

Yarley struggled violently.

"Don't let it go!"

Jing Yi imprisoned Yar Leyin in his arms, and his lips slammed into Yar Leyin's red lips.

"Hmm..."

Yar Leyin beat Jing Yi desperately, and when Jing Yi let go of her, a loud slap hit Jing Yi's left cheek, leaving a red and swollen palm print.

Both of them seemed to be frightened by the crisp slap and froze in place.

And the four in the corner were also unexpected.

"This..."

Red Flame's golden eyes widened, and his expression was incredible.

"This doesn't seem to be the right direction."

The ghost-faced rakshasa rubbed his chin, and his tone was a little weird.

"This slap hurts to look at."

Nian Lingyu was also shocked, and twitched the corners of her mouth a little unnaturally.

"Jingyi, I remember every word you said clearly, you said that you would not be with me, I remember, I have always done a good job.

You obviously can't afford to give me what I want, why do you treat me like this, I'm not the kind of cheap and casual woman! ”

Tears oozed from the corners of Yarleyin's eyes, and crystal tears slid down her cheeks and dripped to the ground with a crisp sound.

She shouted at Jingyi heartbreakingly, as if she was exerting the unwillingness in her heart, and the stillborn love before it sprouted.

"Alas......"

A slightly familiar sigh sounded, and before Jing Yi could even respond to Yar Leyin's words, his neck ached, and he lost consciousness.

At the same time, Yarleyin lowered his head, and his sleeping hole was suddenly hit, and he fell limply to the ground.

"You guys, you've gone overboard."

Ink Dye stood in the doorway, still fiddling with the stones in his hands, and his faint eyes glanced at the four hidden in the grass on the side.

With a flick of his wrist, the stone in his hand grazed the top of the incense, and the flame was extinguished.

"Sorry ...... host"

With his head down, the Ghost-faced Rakshasa stepped out from the side and stood in front of Ink Dye.

"The host ......"

The other three stood behind the Ghost-Faced Rakshasa and looked at the ink dye.

"I know you're well-intentioned, but don't be impatient with your feelings, and that's what you expect?"

Mo Ran looked at the four dejected ones in front of him, and said earnestly.

"We get it."

Ghostface Rakshasa nodded, sticking out his tongue.

"Let's go and cultivate."

As soon as Mo Ran's voice fell, it seemed that he had been pardoned, and the four fast little things were in place.

"These people..."

Mo Ran smiled and shook his head, walked into the house, helped Jing Yi to the bed, and tucked the quilt corners.

She turned around and picked up Yarleyin, who had fallen from the corner of the table, and sent her back to her room.

Ink Ran sat on the edge of the bed, tucking Yarlein's brown hair behind her ears, sighing, and muttering to herself.

"The master has too many concerns, I hope you can wait for him, and also give you some time to grow, there are bitter and sweet, only love is love."

After Moran made up Yarryin's bed, she turned around and closed the door to leave, but Moran didn't notice that Yarryin opened her green eyes the moment she closed the door, her eyes were full of sadness, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

How could she not understand that if the relationship between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight.

Mo Dye walked on the road, and if he hadn't heard the voice of Yar Leyin and came out to see, he didn't know what the four would have become.

Mo Dye shook his head and went back to the house to practice.

When Jun Chenyuan came back, he didn't find the ink-dyed figure, and the white note on the table fell into Jun Chenyuan's eyes.

"Chen Yuan

Cultivate in Biluo, don't worry, show up at noon tomorrow, don't look for it. ”

Jun Chenyuan pinched the note and smiled, since his own dyer wanted to cultivate quietly, he wouldn't bother.

Jun Chenyuan thought about this, and took out the dragon-shaped jade pendant from his waist that never left his body.

The jade pendant is as clear and transparent as mutton fat, and the dragon pattern is carved on it, which is lifelike.

Jun Chenyuan pushed the jade pendant into the void a little, and the air appeared with a slight ripple, revealing a passage that seemed to have no end.

Jun Chenyuan hung the jade pendant back on his waist and walked in lazily, and after a while, the passage closed, as if it had never appeared.

Twenty days is fleeting for ink dye in cultivation, and at noon the next day, ink dye's figure slowly appeared in the room, accompanied by four demonic beasts.

As soon as the figure of Mo Dye appeared, he was attracted by the fragrance of vegetables wafting in the room, and his stomach screamed involuntarily.

"It smells so good." The ghost-faced rakshasa's silver eyes shone brightly, and his eyes were locked on the fragrant meal on the table.

"yes, it's delicious."

Red Flame suddenly turned into a human form, looking at the dishes on the table and swallowing his saliva.

"Coming back? Let's sit down and eat together. ”

Jun Chenyuan walked into the room with the last dish, looked at Mo Ran's obviously thin little face, and sat down with Mo Ran in distress.

"Chen Yuan, you are so virtuous, you are really a good wife and mother."

Mo Ran looked at the dishes in front of him, and couldn't help but joke, his eyes were full of cunning and cuteness.

"The husband's task is not to feed you, a little guy who can't take good care of himself."

Jun Chenyuan pinched the tip of his ink-stained nose and smiled dotingly.

Mo Dye smirked and beckoned the four demonic beasts to sit down together.

The meal was warm and happy, the four demonic beasts were full and drunk, so naturally there was no reason to make light bulbs anymore, and they didn't see Jun Chenyuan's eyes looking at them unfriendly, so a few people made an excuse at random and left.

"Dyer, tomorrow's game, you will face Liu Qianxue."

Jun Chenyuan looked at the ink-stained eyes.

"Why is Chen Yuan so sure?"

"Liu Qianxue wants to fight you for the last time, and no one dares to stop you."

Jun Chenyuan seemed to think of Liu Qianxue's arrogant face, and his expression was slightly cold.

"The outer continent oppresses people with power, and it is really beautiful."

Mo Ran lowered her eyebrows and sneered, her fingers fiddling with the spoon in front of her, she naturally thought of this.

"Although my strength has not been promoted, fortunately, it has also increased a little, and it is Liu Qianxue who needs to be worried."

"My husband never doubted Dye'er."

Jun Chenyuan smiled, and suddenly picked up the ink dye.

"Chen Yuan, what are you doing?"

Jun Chenyuan's movements caused Mo Ran to exclaim in surprise, and his little face instantly turned red.

"Sleep!"

Jun Chenyuan stuffed the ink dye into the soft couch with a natural look, and then hugged it into his arms, and closed his eyes.

Mo Ran couldn't cry and laugh for a while, and it was natural for him to say the request to sleep so naturally in broad daylight, except for Jun Chenyuan, there should be no second person.

The ink-dyed black pupils looked at Jun Chenyuan's somewhat tired look and the blue and black under his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously covered Jun Chenyuan's eyebrows.

This man doesn't know what he's busy again, so tired, I'm afraid he hasn't had a good rest in the past two days.

Mo Ran stuffed his hand into Jun Chenyuan's palm and slowly closed his eyes.

The two fell asleep peacefully.

Perhaps it was the continuous cultivation of ink dyeing for a long time that made this sleep extra sweet, and it was not until dawn the next day that the two of them woke up leisurely.

"Chen Yuan, let's compete today, come on."

"You're also a dyer, be careful."

Jun Chenyuan looked at the ink-dyed black eyes and dropped a kiss on his forehead.

"Dyeing and dyeing, you must work hard in today's competition, and step on that Liu Qianxue who is above the top!"

Lan Luoyi looked at the ink dye who was gradually approaching, and jumped energetically.

"Got it, you have to pay attention to safety, recover from serious injuries, and be careful in everything."

Mo Ran looked at Lan Luoyi with a smile and instructed carefully.

When the group walked to the martial arts arena, they saw Liu Qianxue with a proud face next to the black-clothed woman who led the team from the outer continent on the high platform.

"Xiao Ran, come on."

"Ink dye, come on."

Mo Zhiyi and Yu Yanhao sent their blessings to Mo Ran, and the rest of the people climbed onto the battlefield one after another after finding the battle platform corresponding to their names.

Mo Dye stood on the stage, his red clothes fluttering, and he looked at Liu Qianxue opposite with an indifferent face.

"Mo Dye, this battle, I, Liu Qianxue, have been waiting for too long."