Mu Tianshen was slightly stunned, probably didn't expect her to make such a request.

After a few moments, his demeanor returned to normal.

A gentle and lingering voice sounded in my ears: "Hold me tight." ”

Under the night sky, in the reflection of moonlight and lights, his face is more gentle, and under the long black flat eyebrows, a pair of wise eyes are full of tenderness, like a river of warm spring water.

On his lips, there was a faint and gentle smile.

Shen Qing'er stretched out her slender arm, touched his warm body, and slowly tightened it towards his back.

I saw that the smile on his face deepened.

A strong, powerful arm encircled her small waist, and as he slammed his right foot hard, a gust of wind came from overhead.

Watching her body gradually leave the ground and fly, Shen Qing'er felt both novel and funny.

But in an instant, the two landed on the roof.

As soon as Shen Qing'er's arm let go of Mu Tianshen, the whole person stood unsteadily and staggered.

Mu Tianshen grabbed her hand and advised, "Be careful." ”

She nodded obediently, held the big warm hand tightly, and sat down slowly.

Unexpectedly, one day, I would be able to watch the stars on the roof with the person I like!

This, she thinks, is one of the most romantic things.

"Is it pretty?"

Mu Tianshen's soft voice sounded.

"Beautiful."

She answered softly, leaning on him gradually.

Mu Tianshen's gaze fell on her face.

Feeling the burning heat emanating from those eyes, Shen Qing'er buried her head deeper shyly, not daring to look at him.

A big hand suddenly touched his face, and the warm touch came, and Shen Qing'er had to raise her eyes and stare at the man who was close at hand.

He approached her, and she stopped dodging and met his kiss.

A few days later, a few young men with scattered scalps but neatly dressed came to the Tianji Gate.

They were all dressed in black cloaks, two men and one woman.

The two men are about 18 years old, while the women are exactly 15 this year.

Mu painstakingly glanced at them lightly, and judged from their outfits that they were members of the Witch Spirit Clan.

At the beginning, the world of cultivating immortals was founded, and all kinds of people with magic also entered this world.

Among them are those who know witchcraft.

Later, those who practiced witchcraft came together to form a race called the Witch Spirits.

One of the characteristics of the people of the Witch Spirit Clan is that they do not tie their hair and let their long hair fall off.

Mu Kuxin first invited them to sit down in the front hall, and then asked a disciple to summon Mu Tianshen to come.

It didn't take long for a tall gray-black man to come from outside, his long hair swayed gently, his long black flat eyebrows added a touch of heroism than usual, his indifferent eyes were shining with wisdom, and his clean face had a shallow smile.

As he approached the antechamber, the woman of the Witch Spirit Clan's eyes lit up.

"Master."

Mu Tianshen saluted Mu bitterly slightly, and he always maintained a faint smile on his face.

"Hmm."

Mu Kuxin replied softly, and then introduced like a member of the Wuling clan: "This is my son, and he is also the most outstanding disciple in the Tianji Sect, Mu Tianshen. ”

Several of the Witch Spirit Clansmen also introduced themselves.

One of the two men is named Lin Jing, the other is Lin Yu, and the woman is called Lin Lin.

Lin Jing is eighteen this year, and Lin Yu is seventeen. They were all good-looking. And Lin Yu and Lin Lin are brothers and sisters.

After the introduction, Mu painstakingly beckoned them to sit down and asked the disciples to bring tea.