Is it so ruthless?

Xie Feiran's long eyelashes fanned slightly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

The soft lips rubbed against Qinghui's palm.

involuntarily reminded Qinghui of the feeling of the corners of his lips touching just now.

In the end, Qinghui didn't speak, withdrew his hand, grabbed his hand, and walked out.

Meal tickets, you still have to pinch them in your own hands, so that the insurance is reliable.

Xie Feiran was stunned for a moment and looked at the hands of the two of them.

The other party's soft white fingers were on his wrists, and although the color of his skin was also white, they were overlapped, and there was an indescribable feeling when he looked at it like this.

Xie Feiran didn't speak, just walked behind Qinghui, and gently grabbed his hand behind him, holding Qinghui's hand.

Regarding the 'meal ticket' move, Qinghui just glanced at him, and then withdrew his gaze.

A pampered look.

Anyway, she wants to cover him, and he is a meal ticket, some small actions, he likes to do whatever he wants.

Lord Spirit Sword, tolerant and generous.

Qinghui thought and walked forward satisfied.

Xie Feiran looked at Qinghui and didn't care about his small movements, the corners of his lips curved slightly, his hands moved closer a little quietly, and finally his fingers were interlocked.

The little girl continued inside, trying to find the hiding place of the beasts.

The trees were tall in the deep forest, and only a little sunlight fell from the shade of the trees and fell on each other's bodies.

The birdsong around was crisp, and Xie Feiran didn't bother to sort out the excessive information memories in his mind for a moment, so he just lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the two of them.

As for those guys in the upper realm, he is really too lazy to take care of them.

To face those guys who want to compete for fame and fortune all day long, how can they be happy and happy in the face of a little girl who is not too well-behaved but fragrant and soft?

Oh, although this little girl is a bit irritable and 'hot', and she is still a little ancestor.

If it is really argued, it is really not certain which one will appear first and which one will appear later, between Spirit Sword Qinghui and him, Qinglin Immortal Venerable.

Therefore, according to their age, the two are also compatible.

Not long after he left, he heard the sound of animals around him, and Qinghui turned back into the spirit sword and retracted into his arms.

Xie Feiran just held the silver-blue blade, pulled out the wooden long sword at his waist, and softly walked towards the place where the sound came from.

About half an hour later.

There was still almost roasted venison on the fire, Xie Feiran put away the Mengying grass he had just found over there, and then raised his hand to flip the venison back and forth.

Qinghui sat aside, looking at the fire in a daze, Xie Feiran just glanced at Qinghui from time to time, and didn't say much.

For a moment, there was only the crackling sound of a fire burning.

When the venison was almost roasted, Qinghui came to his senses, sat down well, and let him cut a slice with a knife and feed a slice to her mouth.

I'm quite used to each other's feeding.

The corners of his lips were stained with oil, Xie Feiran looked at it, his eyes were deep, he chuckled, lowered his eyes and glanced at his fingertips that were also stained with oil, and bowed his head slightly.

Approaching Qinghui's face, the breath is faint.

Qinghui glanced at his hand, which was held by him.

Her hands were casually put to the side to support her body, and he had to lean over and catch up, interlocking with her fingertips.

I felt the breath on my face again.

Qinghui reacted slowly and half a beat.

How does it feel...... He's a little slimy?