A layer of coldness was applied to the lips.

The porcelain vase, which looked very rare, slowly came to Chaohuang's pink lips.

The little nose shrugged, sniffed the elixir in the bottle, lifted his eyes lightly, and looked at Han Qingci, who was full of urgency, and Shen Ningshuang, whose face was becoming more and more ugly.

A touch of playfulness suddenly rose in her heart.

He looked a little embarrassed and hesitated about something.

"What's wrong with Chaochao? This medicine is acceptable, and it won't hurt if you take it. ”

Han Qingci had never taken a child, and he only thought about Chaohuang shouting pain, wanting to relieve her pain and make her feel better, Chaohuang suddenly pursed his lips when he heard it, and muttered: "But I don't like to take medicine, can Shizun feed me?" ”

Isn't it the master?

Since Ah Ci wants to be a teacher, then she will have fun with Ah Ci!

As long as you don't treat her as a mother or daughter, everything is negotiable!

Han Qingci was stunned by Chaohuang's shout of 'Master'.

I don't care about the presence of juniors and inconsequential people at this moment.

The arm trembled slightly, holding Chaohuang's small body tightly in his arms like a baby, close to his chest, followed by the great joy in his heart, those cool and thin eyes were instantly dyed with a thin layer of warmth and excitement, and the back of his hand took the opportunity to rub against Chaohuang's little face: "Be good, feed you for the teacher." ”

Suddenly, Han Qingci instead held Chaohuang with one hand, and with the other hand, took out the healing elixir he had obtained in a certain powerful secret realm from the porcelain bottle a few years ago.

As soon as the holy medicine came out, the fragrance of the medicine and the aura mixed with it wafted everywhere.

caused the two monks Mingyan and Shen Ningshuang to be unconsciously intoxicated.

The next moment, Han Qingci sent the pill directly to Chaohuang's slightly open lips, the pill melted in his mouth, and Chaohuang's face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Han Qingci's heart was overjoyed.

The little face of the apprentice is flushed...

Lovely...

I can't remember how many times I watched Han Qingci, who was shaking his head, was silent for a moment, forgot to withdraw his hand for a while, blinked his innocent big cute eyes towards Huang, suddenly stretched out the tip of his tongue, and deliberately touched Han Qingci's fingertips.

When he felt the softness and wetness, Han Qing put his hands behind his back with a sigh, and his five fingers were open, not knowing what to do.

My thoughts are even more cloudy, and I can't find a way out.

Little apprentice just now... Is it accidental?

But his apprentice is really small...

The lip flap is soft...

Pink tongue hot...

Unconsciously, Han Qingci was distracted.

It seems that I think a lot, but I don't seem to think about anything.

The fingers behind his back rubbed honestly twice.

Now, let's not talk about Han Qingci's earlobes hidden under his hair.

Even the jade-like face of the fairy was dyed with patches of redness.

His eyes dodged even more, and he didn't dare to look at the Chaohuang in his arms.

Chaohuang, who deliberately made it bad, naturally kept observing Han Qingci.

When he noticed his change, he quickly pursed his lips like a fishy kitten, and held back the smile in his throat, so as not to make Han Qingci angry.

Between the two, there is a world of their own, just because the other party's breath is unstable.

If it weren't for the milk doll that Han Qingci was holding in his arms, the clear-minded Ming Yan would have sighed and envied others, only envying mandarin ducks and not immortals.

But...

His uncle was holding a milk doll in his arms!!

Ming Yan remembered his master's old fatherly feelings for his little uncle, and in line with the good character of respecting his teacher, he silently stepped forward and bowed his head: "Uncle... The disciples are still waiting in place at the moment... Whether..."

"Well, whatever you want."

This time, Han Qingci deserved to be particularly refreshing.

Ming Yan and Shen Ningshuang both heard another meaning, the former understood, and the latter exclaimed unrelentingly: "What does Qing Xiao Zhenren mean? Aren't you going to leave behind the disciples who have been trained in this sect? ”