Nianxiao was a little confused, he didn't know what the situation was now, his memory was still stuck in the time when he fought with the stinky girl of Venerable Yurao and the sand sculpture of Xingheng, why was he on the bed of Dichen in the blink of an eye?

He's been again?

Suffer again!

"Get up, get up! When did the master say that he was going to marry you! Nian Xiao pushed away the stinky man who was pressing on his body with both hands, and said arrogantly: "Master only marries in this life!" ”

"Okay, I'll marry you!" Di Chen replied without hesitation, his deep eyes looked at Nian Xiao with affection, and the affection in it seemed to be able to get tired of death.

Sweet!

"......" The corners of Nianxiao's mouth twitched, and he secretly touched Di Chen's hair a few times, and changed the topic: "Your and my relationship with me is at best a hot bun friend, not even a lover, it's too early to talk about marriage, and it's too hasty, after all, I'm still a baby, so young~"

You are a thousand-year-old man, you want to gnaw on my three or four hundred years old little grass, you are willing, the master is still unwilling!

Master is such a beautiful person, if he gets married, how many women's hearts will be broken! Ouch yo ~ It's a sin to think about it!

Di Chen originally wanted to talk to Nianxiao about the previous injury, but when he chatted about the topic, he went off control, and he also liked Nianxiao's indecent narcissistic appearance, and his vibrant appearance made him feel at ease.

Hearing someone's incoherent narcissistic words, Di Chen's eyes flashed, and when he unconsciously got up, he rubbed off the underwear on his left shoulder, and the red shirt faded off his fair skin and exposed it to the air.

His elbows were on either side of Nian Xiao's head, and the weight of his body was removed for fear of crushing Nian Xiao.

A pair of phoenix eyes were filled with an evil smile, a casual smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be looking at him with a doting smile, licked his dry mouth, looked evil, and said, "Little Seventeen, do you think I look beautiful?" ”

Nianxiao was shaken by the shoulders of this white flower, and almost had a nosebleed, and said dizzily: "Beautiful." ”

The Great Demon King is indeed beautiful, and he is a fine white orchid.

Di Chen chuckled, his eyebrows were even more charming, and he continued: "That little seventeen, do you like my beauty? ”

Nian Xiao nodded stupidly, "I like it." ”

Di Chen's eyes flashed, and he deliberately pulled his neckline down, and asked, "Does that little seventeen like me?" ”

"I like it."

"Does Little Seventeen like me to be your Taoist companion?"

"I like it."

"That's great, I like it too." After Di Chen finished speaking, he directly lifted the neckline, turned over, and the two switched positions, letting Nianxiao press on him.

The sudden whirlwind of the world woke up the little perverted cat who was blinded by beauty, he lay on Di Chen's body with a red face, raised his little fist and slapped Di Chen several times.

"You dignified Demon Emperor, how can you do such a dirty thing!" actually used beauty to seduce the master, Ma Dan, and what was even more angry was that the master was still on the set!

Hmph, it's really beautiful.

Di Chen hooked his lips and smiled, pinched Nianxiao's pale little face behind him, and said: "It was Xiao Seventeen himself who admitted it just now, in this way, even if the relationship between you and me is settled, I am also a person with a reputation." ”

He himself was a little anxious, but... This time, Nianxiao was injured, and it made him panic...

"No, no, no, how can you use beauty tricks to deceive cats like this." Nian Xiao's cheeks flushed, like a pink and tender peach, and it looked very delicious.

"I want to use beauty tricks to deceive you for the rest of my life, okay?" After speaking, Di Chen didn't wait for Nianxiao to answer, so he grabbed his head and drove to him and kissed him directly.

"Hmm..." Nianxiao was gagged, and his big eyes looked at Di Chen slowly, seeing him unsuspectingly closing his eyes in front of him, and a touch of emotion crossed his eyes.

Slowly close your eyes....

The more the two kissed, the more intense it became, but Di Chen faintly felt the madism around Nianxiao, he quickly stopped, panted in disheveled clothes and said:

"Little Seventeen, I know you have something on your mind, don't worry about everything with me, I'll take what you want, and I'll accompany you what you want to do."

There was a silver thread between the lips of the two, and he covered his eyes with his smile, trying not to let the tears flow, and his voice trembled lightly: "Di Chen, if you want to save me..."

Halfway through his speech, a sour nose swelled on the tip of his nose, and his heart was uncomfortably tight, as if he was about to suffocate, and he choked so that he couldn't speak.

Di Chen held the person in his arms, his eyes were deep, and there was a fire in his eyes, Yurao, Xingheng, he would not let go of any of them, and those who hurt Nian Xiao are not worthy of living in this world.

"I want to go back to Tianshan to find my master, Di Chen, I want to save Pranya..."

"Sanren Zhenjun is in the tribulation, when he is out of the customs, let's go again, okay?"

"But, Prajna...."

"Seventeen, do you still remember the way of cause and effect you learned, how is the current situation not the cause and effect of Prajna, is it really good for you to forcibly change your life against the sky?"

"I... But if it died because of me, shouldn't I save him? ”

"Save, of course you have to save, but you have to go with the flow to save, not desperate to save, now if you return to Tianshan, your master will definitely be able to feel it, then he will be worried about you, if there is a problem, you will blame yourself again, right?"

Everything Di Chen said, he understood it with a smile, but he really felt that it was a loss to Prajna!

Nianxiao gradually became low, his silent eyes emptied, and after a while, his eyes stared at the other party firmly, and said, "I want to avenge Praruo." ”

"Well, soon Bo Xun will hand over Venerable Yurao." Di Chen put the person on the bed, walked down to the ground alone, and took out two identical red and white shirts from the cabinet, but the large one was less red and more white, and the smaller one was more red and less white.

"I'll just wear it myself." Nian Xiao snatched the clothes from Di Chen's hand, covered his face, and lay on the bed pretending to be dead.

He didn't dare to watch Di Chen change his clothes, he was afraid that he would have a nosebleed.

Just as Di Chen was about to speak, a voice came from outside the door, saying, "My lord, the Demon Buddha sent someone to send Venerable Yurao here, and brought a lot of nourishing things to that son. ”

Di Chen looked sideways at the outside of the hall: "People deduct it, take down the things and divide them, Xiao Seventeen doesn't need Bo Xun's things!" ”

Erpao: "Yes, then the subordinates will be people..."

Without waiting for Er Pao to finish speaking, Nian Xiao said: "Bother the people outside, brother, bring Yurao's slut up!" ”

Er Pao heard the sound of laughter, and was a little confused for a while, but he still said dog-legged: "Okay, please wait a while." Does Childe need some refreshments when he just woke up? ”

", don't brush it." Di Chen interrupted his subordinates unhappily.

Looking back at Xiang Nianxiao, his eyes seemed to have been greatly wronged, and he was almost "Wang" twice.

Nianxiao put on a brocade robe and was crowning her hair next to the mirror, and when she saw Di Chen's appearance of being a drama spirit leaning over, she couldn't help beckoning to him: "Come and help me." ”

"Crowned hair? Little Seventeen has really found the right person! Di Chen was in a bad mood when he saw Nianxiao, and it could be said that he was teasing him with all kinds of treasures, for fear that he would be depressed because of the things that mattered to him.

Di Chen's slender fingers deftly roamed among the three thousand ink hairs, while his own scattered silver-white long hair slipped mischievously on his chest from time to time, intersecting with the ink hair in his hands, one white and one black intimate.