Si Ming Xingjun is an old immortal in the sky, although he is old, but he looks like a young man, because he is in charge of the lives of mortals, so his favorite thing of the day is to write and draw with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The fate of mortals is also presented in his writing and painting.

On this day, he had just thought of a good idea and was about to write it down, but he was interrupted by the fairy child who came to report it.

"Who?", Si Ming Xingjun asked impatiently.

"It's the immortal of the Zhu Mansion. ", replied the fairy boy tremblingly.

The people of this Zhu Mansion have no other skills, but they are handy and flattering, and they usually shush him and ask for warmth, and they are the first to present good things, so he is also willing to take care of one or two.

"Come in!", he commanded, with a sigh of annoyance.

I saw the fat father trotting into the house with a grovel trot.

As soon as he came in, he made a "bang" and knelt on the ground.

The sound felt like it was about to break my knees.

Si Ming Xingjun frowned, raised his hand, and motioned to the fairy child on the side to give the seat.

The fat father knelt on the ground and refused to get up, but he lowered his head and choked.

There are many shrewd people in Si Ming Xingjun, and they know at a glance that this is a request for themselves.

He was not verbose, and asked bluntly, "Tell me, what's the matter?" ”。

"Qi Qi Xingjun, this time I dared to come here to ask Xingjun for help!"

Si Ming Xingjun's eyebrows raised slightly, help?

Could it be that the ready-made story is coming?

He nodded with interest and motioned for him to continue.

"Bingxingjun, my son Zhu Zilin has always been well-behaved and sensible, but when he went to the school today, he was inexplicably beaten half to death by his classmates, and now the doctor is hanging his life with herbs!", he burst into tears and couldn't make a sound.

Zhu Zilin?Xingjun suddenly appeared in his mind a white and chubby silly boy, who came to the house with his father a few times, laughed and saw his teeth and eyes, he didn't know whether he was well-behaved or not, but he was quite good at things here.

"What happened, and who was hurt?", he picked up the tea on the side and took a sip.

What's the matter?

The fat father was stunned, he was so angry that he really forgot what was going on, but whether he knew it or not, it was definitely not his son's fault.

"Qingluan, the one who hurts people, is a classmate of the child, and she usually doesn't like the child very much, maybe today somehow annoyed her again!", he replied hesitantly, looking extremely aggrieved.

Qingluan?

Si Ming Xingjun secretly wondered, how could this name be so familiar?

After a moment, he remembered, this is not the girl that the son of the rain god family is going to betroth?

He, who is always thinking about fresh stories, how can he be negligent about the gossip of the heavenly realm.

Even the son of the rain god family knows a little bit about how affectionate and righteous the Feng girl is, and he once thought that he could put the story of the two of them in the mortal life, maybe he could create a good story.

Qingluan didn't know about it, but he heard that Fairy Shuqin was a lovely person with one person, how could he be so domineering!

"Is what you said true?", Si Ming Xingjun asked hesitantly.

The fat father hurriedly kowtowed a few times, "The little sentence is true, don't dare to deceive." ”。

Oh, that's fun!

Xingjun's interest was raised, if this was the case, this was a great gossip, enough to make the heavenly realm talk about it for a long time.

No, he had to go anyway.

After thinking about it, he wanted to get up and see what kind of strange woman Qingluan was.

But when I looked at the fat father who was kneeling on the ground respectfully, his restless heart was fiercely suppressed.

"Well, I got it. You don't hold it, I'll see what to do. You can go back and take care of your son's injuries!"

Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, this Qingluan is a member of the rain god's family, and the fat father is his own person, let the fat father move Qingluan, doesn't that mean that he can't get along with the rain god?

How could such a pitty thing be allowed to happen, so even if there is something, you have to do it yourself.

The fat father saw Si Ming Xingjun's words, and he was busy kowtowing and kneeling to thank him.

"Thank you Xingjun!".

Si Ming Xingjun looked at the back of the fat father's departure and smiled slyly.

The rain god, the phoenix clan, this time there is a good show!

Here, after Qingluan sent Qing Yinan back to the house, he wiped his body and changed his clothes with the Jingjie technique.

During the whole process, the smile in Qing Yinan's eyes did not disperse.

He pretended to be weak and watched Qingluan busy on the side, moaning twice from time to time.

Qingluan fed him Taishang Laojun's elixir, then learned the method that Laojun had just taught, helped Qing Yinan up, and sat on the bed.

She smoothed his breath first, and then put her middle and index fingers together and pointed at Qing Yinan's vest.

A thin stream of spiritual power sank into Qing Yinan's body along his fingertips.

As soon as he entered the body, Qingluan frowned.

When I probed his pulse, I knew that my spiritual power was scattered, and as soon as I entered, I realized that it was so chaotic.

She suddenly felt as if her heart was being held down by something, and she couldn't breathe.

Then the movements of his hands were also stunned, and the spiritual power that entered the body suddenly disappeared.

Qing Yinan noticed something strange and turned around with difficulty.

"What's wrong with you?".

In the eye, it is Qingluan's reddish eye sockets.

"I'm sorry. ", Qingluan muttered.

Qing Yinan's heart tightened, "I'm sorry for what you told me!"

"You've been hurt again and again, it's all because of me, I'm ......", she sniffed, "I feel sad in my heart!".

"What do you mean because of you, you are you, he is him!", Qing Yinan was a little angry.

was injured on purpose, so he didn't want to see Qingluan blame himself because of Su Yu.

At this time, listening to Qingluan apologize for helping Su Yu, I felt very uncomfortable.

"Don't think about it so much, don't take everything on yourself!", he said in a deep voice.

Qingluan nodded, the top priority is to heal his injuries, and the future will be talked about later.

She calmed down her emotions and slowly transported her spiritual power to Qing Yinan's body.

The night pearl on the side shook Qing Yinan a little upset, he squinted slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the originally radiant night pearl was suddenly as weak as a firefly in the deep mountains.

He bowed his head slightly in satisfaction, and let Qingluan's spiritual power flow through his body.

The quiet time passed little by little, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Beads of sweat slowly flowed from Qingluan's forehead, and his face was no longer rosy.

Qing Yinan had been turning his head to look at her quietly from time to time, and then he saw her slightly pale lips and frowned slightly.

He flexed his middle finger and thumb and rubbed it gently, and after a while, a small invisible ball of light appeared on his fingertips.

He threw it lightly, and the ball of light followed Qingluan's eyebrows and entered it.

Qingluan's fingers slowly slipped from Qing Yinan's vest, and the whole person fell back softly.

Qing Yinan hurriedly grabbed her shoulders and gently let her lie flat on the bed.

The Night Pearl was already very dark, but he was still not satisfied, and with a wave of his hand, there was suddenly no light around him.

In the room, where you can't see your fingers, there is only the sound of the two of them breathing calmly and soothingly.

Qing Yinan had long been able to see in the dark, and at this time he was lying on his side beside Qingluan, looking at him quietly.

He slowly raised his arm, his fingers gently caressing Qingluan's smooth forehead.

There were still some beads of sweat on his forehead, and he took out a scarf from his arms and wiped it softly for her.

When it is dry, I take it to the tip of my nose and sniff it gently, and then put it in my arms.

The fingers continued to go down, running across Qingluan's eyebrows.

The long and curly eyelashes scratch the fingertips slightly itching.

As he passed his delicate and tall nose, he gently pinched it with his hand.

Qingluan seemed to feel disturbed, snorted twice in his mouth, and fell asleep again.

Gradually, fingers came to her plump, small lips.

For a moment, Qing Yinan was a little scared.

The fingers hung in the air, and they didn't fall.

As his breathing grew heavier, he took a deep breath and slowly lowered his fingers.

Soft, soft, as warm as the first rays of sunlight hitting the body in the morning, and as fresh as the new shoots that will emerge in the spring rain.

He heard the sound of his throat rolling.

Qing Yinan hurriedly withdrew his fingers, as if facing a great enemy, and hugged him tightly behind him.

But Qingluan's breath lingered on the tip of his nose, and every pore of his seemed to be sucking greedily.

After a moment of struggle.

He put his hands on Qingluan's sides.

My heart was beating like a drum, and my body trembled slightly.

Qing Yinan slowly lowered his head.

Thin, angular lips, slightly opened, meet the morning light, and touch the new shoots.

He heard the sound of a hundred flowers blooming, the voice of a long time of Ganlin, and the silent roar in his heart.

"You like her, you like her, you like her, you want to like her forever!"

Qing Yinan's eyes were tightly closed, and he kissed him fiercely without hesitation.