In the wing, you can hear the heartbeat.

Because of his drunkenness, Xu Yuanfang really thought that the girl in front of him was what he saw in his dream, but the delicate warmth made him immediately realize that everything in front of him was real.

It turns out that even the coldest ice lumps are hot after getting started.

Because it is easy to move, Ran Qingmo has never had the habit of wearing silk clothes, and the material of the ink clothes on his body is a composite fabric unique to the Sword Sect, which is not good to the touch, but even so, through the ink Xu Yuan's palm on the girl's waist, he can still feel the softness of his lower waistline.

Of course, cold is also really cold.

The feeling of being locked by Ran Qingmo's Dao Yun was not pleasant, which gave Xu Yuan a coolness that could die at any time.

Even with his eyes closed, the spiritual vision allowed Xu Yuan to clearly feel that the slightly vigilant gaze of the big ice cube in front of him was rolling back and forth on his face, and along with the sight, there was also the Dao Yun that had already permeated every corner of the chamber.

Xu Yuan tried to figure out what had just happened.

He could understand his fragmentation, and after getting drunk, he was holding his breath, and it was not surprising to him that he slipped on the snow in the yard and became the last straw that broke the camel's back, but he really didn't understand why he slipped inexplicably, let alone why Ran Qingmo appeared in his room when he was fragmented.

It's like there's a big invisible hand manipulating everything in front of you.

Xu Yuan thought that the old man did it, but there was no evidence, and he didn't understand why he did it.

The chaotic thoughts spread in his heart, and Xu Yuan suddenly realized that he was thinking a little far.

He was mostly really drunk.

The hundred-year-old phantom sword brewing has a lot of stamina, even if Ran Qingmo's cold Dao Yun is forced in the preface, the drunkenness is still surging.

Anyone who has ever been drunk knows that after closing their eyes, the whole person is like being thrown into a drum washing machine, and the space around them is constantly spinning and swaying.

This drunken nausea and dizziness made Xu Yuan subconsciously hug the girl in front of him a little tighter, and the warmth from his hands made him feel a down-to-earth peace of mind.

But soon, Xu Yuan regretted it a little.

He sensed that the girl in front of him was already gathering momentum.

The big ice mound is different from the sensible princess with a breast-wrapping princess, and even more different from the washboard saint who knows how to measure.

If she is stressed, this girl will really draw her sword and cut people.

Before, on the side of Shengshan County, Ran Qingmo slashed the roof with a sword.

After the drunkenness was temporarily suppressed by the momentary shock, Xu Yuan, whose thoughts started to run again, immediately calmed down.

The experience of his past life taught him that drunkenness was his protective color.

No matter what kind of woman she is, no matter how much she dislikes it when facing a drunk man, her tolerance will be greatly improved.

Of course, there may be some face and some optimism.

However, Xu Yuan was not short of these two points, so he was not panicked at all.

"Squirming."

The two of them were lying on their sides on the bed, and a sound of clothes rubbing sounded in the silent room, and Xu Yuan buried his head in Ran Qingmo's collarbone wrapped in ink clothes very affectionately.

As soon as the sandalwood in the room accompanied the fragrance of the girl's neck entered the tip of his nose, Xu Yuan noticed that the body of the big ice cube in his arms had begun to tremble slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes blinked, he pursed his lips nervously, and his jade hand gently pressed against his chest.

Xu Yuan didn't think that Ran Qingmo was flirting.

As her fingertips touched her chest, wisps of dark blue frost had gradually spread.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan seemed to be unconscious and murmured:

"Ran Qingmo"

"Uh-huh?"

Hearing the sudden sound, Ran Qingmo snorted like a frightened rabbit, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly dispersed the Dao Yun in his hand, and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong with you. Xu Yuan. ”

"I miss you."

“.”

The gentle words entered his ears, and Ran Qingmo's watery eyes widened instantly, blinking at the man's sleeping face.

She actually has a lot of things she wants to ask Xu Yuan.

Ask him about his marriage contract with the princess named Wu Yuan, and ask him why he didn't want to see him, but after hearing a soft word, she was inexplicably a little happy.

The icy Dao Yun gradually dissipated with this small leap of joy.

And at this moment, Xu Yuan sincerely felt that Lingshi was really a good thing.

Without spiritual vision, with his fusion realm cultivation, let alone probing the Dao Yun of the Great Ice Tuozi, it is estimated that she has already been caught by her as soon as he senses her state.

Tightening the hand around the girl's waist again, before she could react, Xu Yuan murmured softly:

"I'm so cold"

Looking at the man in front of him who had almost buried his head in front of him, Ran Qingmo pursed his lips lightly, hesitated again and again but raised his hand and gently hugged his head.

Shi Niang said that a girl's body should not be touched by a man at will, especially her breasts.

However, Xu Yuan has been in contact so many times before, and it shouldn't be counted through clothes.

Xu Yuan felt that he was going to succeed.

The drunken chaos made his thoughts almost single-threaded, and he could only think about one thing, not the consequences, nor other trivial things, let alone the big ice mounds in front of him that would cut people after being stressed.

For a moment, in the dim Xiangfu, only some drunken murmurs and clothes rubbed against each other came from the bed.

"Click"

A crisp sound of bones grinding replaced the sound of clothes.

Ran Qingmo's quiet eyes looked at Xu Yuan in front of him with some anger, and a small hand grabbed his wrist that was wandering over her.

She tried to control her strength, but it was not too hard, but there was still a slight clicking sound on Xu Yuan's wrist.

It's like it's going to break.

Drunkenness made the pain come slowly, but the hindrance of movement made Xu Yuan subconsciously raise his eyes to look at the girl in his arms.

The dark eyes were still clear, but there was a hint of anger in the moment.

After returning to the Sword Sect, Shi Niang told her a lot of things between men and women in the boudoir, and also told her a lot of methods that men would use to deceive women's bodies.

Ran Qingmo remembered these honestly.

Even if he was angry, Ran Qingmo's voice was still as quiet as ice:

"Xu Yuan. You're not cold, are you? ”

“.”

The cold voice broke the silence in the room, and the drunkenness in Xu Yuan's eyes gradually dissipated.

He looked at Ran Qingmo, and Ran Qingmo also looked at him.

After being silent for a while, Xu Yuan nodded lightly at the girl in his arms:

"Hmm."

"Then you're not drunk either?"

"I should be a little drunk, but I'm still conscious."

"Oh"

Ran Qingmo responded and asked seriously, "Then why are you acting?" ”

The words fell silently, the cold wind howled outside, and the falling snow brought cold to the world, but there was only warmth on the bed.

The two were so close that she looked at him and waited for him to answer.

Xu Yuan's narrow eyes drooped slightly, and he said softly between his lips:

"I just miss you, don't pretend to be drunk and act, I'm afraid you'll leave directly."

The soft words slowly fell, and only the sparks lit by the incense burner flickered in the room, and the force with which she squeezed his wrist unconsciously lightened.

Ran Qingmo didn't look away, and thought about it seriously:

"I'm just leaving."

"Really?" Xu Yuan looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Ran Qingmo nodded lightly, his slender eyes were still serious, and he said very seriously:

"But you can't keep touching me."

"Why?"

"I had a strange feeling in my heart."

“.”

The straightforward words made Xu Yuan stunned for a moment, but then the warmth in his heart slowly spread, and he muttered for a moment:

"Is that just a hug?"

"Hold me."

Ran Qingmo's beautiful eyes blinked, as if she was considering, and after a while, she said softly: "You can only hold it."

"Well, I want to sleep."

"Good"

After a while, Ran Qingmo turned over on the bed, turned his back to Xu Yuan, silently took his hand and put it on his waist, and then said softly:

"I can only hold it like this, Xu Yuan."

"yes, okay."

The words fell, silently.

The snowy night passed little by little with the warmth of the room, and just when Xu Yuan was about to fall asleep because of drunkenness, the murmur of the big ice lump in his arms interrupted his sleepiness:

"Xu Yuan, have you slept?"

"Well, no, what's wrong?" Xu Yuan replied softly.

Ran Qingmo gently put his hand on his wrist and asked in a low voice:

"Well, do you still have pain here?"

Da Bingtuozi's hand was as cold as ever, and the cold touch from his wrist made Xu Yuan slightly stunned.

Drunkenness slows down all senses, even after a cultivator.

After thinking for a moment, he reacted to the "click" sound he heard just now, and said with a smile:

"I'm a little drunk, I can't feel it now, I should know tomorrow."

Ran Qingmo asked in a low voice:

"Oh, do you want some medicine?"

"Medicine?"

"Hmm."

Ran Qingmo's voice was cold and serious: "I went back to the Sword Sect this time, and let my master teach me a lot of things, if you get sick again, it shouldn't let you freeze." ”

After being dumbfounded for a moment, Xu Yuan said in a low voice:

"I have a cultivation now."

"Don't you need it?"

"Well, it's not that I don't need it, it's always good to learn a little more, but I shouldn't need my wrist."

Xu Yuan whispered softly, and subconsciously pulled out his other hand to touch the head of the big ice lump, but as soon as he moved, he heard a painful murmur:

"Hmm"

"What's wrong?" Xu Yuan stopped his movements and asked softly.

"You've got my hair down."

“.”

The familiar and unfamiliar words made Xu Yuan silent for a moment, and he couldn't remember how long he hadn't heard it.

Shuren withdrew his hand and gently brushed her long soft black hair, Xu Yuan apologized in a low voice:

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Ran Qingmo responded.

"Huh"

Xu Yuan chuckled, as if he remembered something, and suddenly asked half-jokingly:

"Ran Qingmo, do you know how the child was born?"

"Yes."

"Huh? Do you really know? Xu Yuan was a little skeptical.

"I know!"

Ran Qingmo's voice was a little vigilant, and he paused for a moment and replied in a low voice: "This master gave me a booklet before. ”

"Huh?" Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Ran Qingmo explained at a glance:

"It's a booklet with similar content to the double cultivation exercises I got in the Qionghua Secret Realm."

Well, it seems that it can't be fooled.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan sighed silently:

"Okay, let's go to sleep then."

"Well, you sleep, I'm not leaving."

“.”

“.”

“.”

This night, Xu Yuan dreamed.

According to past experience, sharing a bed with Da Bingtuozi, the drunken drunkenness should have made him dream of sweet dreams related to her, but after falling asleep, he directly entered a snow-white space.

In this space, he saw a flawless sword, and he also saw the uncle.

It's a lucid dream.

When Xu Yuan regained consciousness, the maternal uncle had already swung his sword at him.

In line with the principle that he can still be bullied by you in his dreams, Xu Yuan is ready to beat this uncle out of anger.

But it turns out that in the dream he also had to be bullied.

But fortunately, there was no pain.

That's very comfortable.

The head of the owl, the waist slash, the vertical split, the sword skills are passed again and again, and they dissipate and condense again and again.

This slightly long process immersed Xu Yuan, but after another blade intersected, the flawless sword in the snow-white space suddenly moved.

It constructs a phantom.

And then

This phantom inexplicably fought with Feng Jiuxuan.

It's a dream, but it's all very real.

Because it was in a dream, Xu Yuan could clearly see every detail of the fight between the two.

The sword skills of the dragon are constantly splashed between the two figures.

The sword moves are peerless, and the sword skills are overwhelming.

It's so beautiful, even so beautiful that Xu Yuan completely forgot the idea of dreaming of Da Bing Tuozi at the beginning, and completely immersed himself in pure sword skills.

Buzz –

ultimately

With a humming sound, the two figures began to blur, and the snow-white space began to shatter, and pieces of white gradually peeled away, and warm yellow light shone in through those cracks.

"Smack."

All was silent.

And then

Xu Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and the influx of a large amount of information made his consciousness chaotic for a while.

As far as the eye can see, there is a familiar wing, and the winter morning sun gently sprinkles on his eyes through the window lattice, some dazzling, and some warm.

"Hmm"

After a soft murmur, Xu Yuan suddenly realized that there was a soft and warm "object" in his arms.

When I looked down, I saw the scented black hair.

Last night's memory began to revive at this moment, the uncle's phantom sword brew is a good wine, even if it is broken, there is still no hangover headache and nausea today, which makes maybe Yuan immediately realize who the "object" in his arms is.

Ran Qingmo was still wearing the ink clothes, and his hand was still on her delicate lower abdomen, hugging her delicate body tightly.

According to common sense, his waking movement should be able to wake up Ran Qingmo, the great grandmaster, but at this moment she is still motionless in his arms.

Just as he was in doubt, Xu Yuan suddenly caught a glimpse of this ice lump holding a palm-sized source crystal in his hand.

“.” Xu Yuan.

After sleeping with him all night, he didn't forget to cultivate, right?

Just thinking about it,

After the ink-clothed girl with her back to him in her arms dispersed the exercises, a quiet voice whispered:

"You're awake"

Xu Yuan replied in a low voice:

"Hmm."

"Can that let me go?"

As he spoke, Ran Qingmo's soft delicate body moved forward slightly, half-rolled his eyes, and said quietly:

"Xu Yuan, the hilt of the sword on your waist made me a little uncomfortable last night."

(End of chapter)