Damn!

Su Zhiqing covered his nose, turned his head and ran outside the house.

Apprentices: ...... Master is getting weirder and weirder.

You won't have any incurable disease, why do you have nosebleeds at every turn?

The snake spirit, left for a thousand years, the master will not be sick, or play with the little sister is serious.

--

Ah Chan said that he was playing, and he fell asleep after holding the little tiger for a breath.

The thin and soft face, the blood is pale and weak, and the appearance of the little tiger's face is weak, weak like a pretty flower.

A group of juniors and disciples sat in a row at the head of the bed, guarding her.

I think back to my little sister when she was a child, giggling and running and frolicking.

In that kind of picture, the years are quiet, so that they can't help but bend the corners of their mouths.

Only.

The little tiger is shivering, mom, the little demon phoenix sleeps on its pillow?

Is it in the right position?

Is it breathing wrong?

Speaking of which, will those little tigresses outside pounce on them and rub the European spirit of the little demon phoenix?

Oh, and it's just around the corner.

--

Outside.

Su Zhiqing's expression was slightly abrupt, and he told him about his senior brother, the second elder.

This second elder can rank second among all the elders because he is old enough.

Almost the same age as their master.

It's just that his qualifications are mediocre, and he has not improved since his infancy.

How could he suddenly break through the Transformation Period?

Ten years of breaking through the gods, there must be some kind of opportunity.

Su Zhiqing was very worried, in another ten years, if the senior brother was not the opponent of the second elder, what would the senior brother and Xiao Achan do?

"It's better to double cultivate with Xiao Ah Chan, senior brother!"

Su Zhiqing patted his head.

In the next second, he felt a cool gaze, as if it locked his throat.

Well, he shouldn't have asked about such intimate matters.

But.

Su Zhiqing glanced at his senior brother, his eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Senior brother, haven't you really cultivated with Xiao Azen?"

Su Zhiqing was curious.

Little Azen has grown up, so soft and cute, the senior brother followed her back to the ice lake...

Be honest...

Hasn't what should have happened happening?

That senior brother seems to be not very good.

Su Zhiqing touched his neck, okay, life first, gossip second.

Su Zhiqing entered the house and called a group of disciples down the mountain.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at the sleeping little Azen.

Although Su Zhiqing looks unreliable.

In fact, the heart is like a mirror.

Little Achan has a problem, he knew about it ten years ago.

It's just a matter of seeing through it and not saying it.

Everyone turned back one step at a time, and reluctantly went down the mountain, hoping that the master would leave them with a sentence: "Come back tomorrow to play." ”

Oh,.

Shizun wishes that they wouldn't come to disturb his two-person world in this life, right?

--

When the little tiger was thrown out of bed, he was dazed.

He raised his head and glared at the cold man, expressing his dissatisfaction.

In the next second, he was silenced, and turned his head to escape from the man's oppressive breath.

The man took off his coat.

Wearing only a mid-shirt

Lay down on the bed.

As soon as the little girl's thin arms stretched out, she hugged him.

As if sensing the familiar temperature, the small soft face leaned closer.

against his cheek.

Soft, slightly pressed, the pink lips are close at hand.

Su Zhiyue's eyes lit up.

The ghostly light fluttered, and the long eyelashes narrowed, and no one could peek into his secret thoughts.

Only that mind swirls into the brain over and over again.

At the bottom of the lake, a girl as white as jade...

Mind...

The lip flaps are tightly clinging to each other...

Mind...

Pair... Repair...

A pair of small hands climbed up his cheeks.

…

Delicate fingers, along his cold chin...

Descend slowly.

The girl's soft breath is like a petal brushing across the lake, rippling and rippling.

"Aren't you long gone wearing clothes?"

The soft and glutinous voice is like a snake letter, and the fingertips are picked....

No matter how noble a god is, I am afraid that one day he will also fall into a demon.