Looking at the girl with the cinnabar yellow charm on her forehead, Jun Ze had a three-point smile in his eyes, and he was full of light.

"Senior sister can now attach it to my sword."

However, when the words fell, the immortal was like sticking to Jun Ze's body, rubbing his hands and feet in his arms.

This man's arms were so warm that they were like a big furnace.

"Good brother."

She shouted: "I don't want to go into the sword, I'm cold." ”

“…… Do ghosts get cold too? ”

Jun Ze was a little funny in his heart, ghosts don't know hot and cold, if ghosts are afraid of anything, they are only afraid of the outside sun and the Taoist priest who subdues demons and destroys demons.

"Yes, like me."

The immortal adhered to Jun Ze, shrunk into a small ball, and sold cuteness without discipline.

He seemed to have a good temper anyway, and if it was pretended, then sooner or later she would see the flaws when she clinged to him.

With this thought, the immortal moved more and more boldly.

The snow-white and cold little hand swept over the man's chest, penetrated through the front of the vermilion robe, and stuck to the underwear inside the man's robe, which seemed to be just a simple hand warmer, but with a trace of hidden lingering.

The girl combed her immature temples, her face like a snow ball, there was no ghost gloom, and her dark eyes were full of simplicity that could be seen through at a glance.

In the face of such a cute ghost, Junze is full of patience.

He gently grabbed the hand of the immortal, his fiery palm wrapped around the cold little hand, and his voice was beautiful:

"Don't make a fuss."

It doesn't look like he's angry at all, but with a pampering that he doesn't even notice.

Galaxy thought: The god of this world, his temper is really good!

Xianxian thought the same thing.

At this moment, a miscellaneous disciple came to the dormitory, knocked on the door of the hall, and said respectfully, "Senior Brother Jun, it's time for lunch." ”

The miscellaneous disciple was carrying a wood-colored tray, and when he heard an answer from inside, he pushed open the door of the hall and walked in.

With a creak, all the sunlight outside poured into the dormitory, illuminating everywhere except in front of Jun Ze.

The immortal glanced at the person who came, she was a very ordinary miscellaneous disciple, she had not even practiced Taoism, and she could not see her existence.

So she straddled Jun Ze's body more boldly, while avoiding the sun, while holding the man's neck with both hands, and whispered: "Anyway, he can't see me, I don't have to avoid it." ”

The miscellaneous disciples really couldn't see the immortals.

But as soon as he entered the dormitory, he found that it was so cold in this hall.

It seemed that there was a sensen's yin qi lingering in the entire hall, making him shudder unconsciously, looking at Jun Ze who was sitting at the table with a beautiful face as usual, and the miscellaneous disciples admired it in their hearts.

Not afraid of heat and cold, maybe this is a cultivator!

After realizing this, the miscellaneous disciple respectfully put the tray on the table, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught that the Dao robe on Jun Ze's body had creases that had been pressed by heavy objects.

Moreover, the front placket of the man's robe was gently open at this time, revealing the snow-white undershirt inside.

His palms were raised weakly, not into fists, but half-open......

It's weird.

It's like, as if Senior Brother Junze has a person on his body.

"Senior Brother Jun, are you okay?" The miscellaneous disciple involuntarily asked.

Senior Brother Jun is the senior brother of their Danyang Sect, and he is above 10,000 people except for the head of the sect.

Although he has not practiced the Dao technique, he has been in the sect for a long time, and he still understands what he should know.

Senior Brother Jun looks like this......

It looks like it's got dirty!

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