The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

suppress what-

Zhou Xuanlan didn't answer, just hugged the person in his arms tighter.

The person he had been thinking of since he was a teenager was suddenly his, and after the ecstasy, he was not worried.

Just like I had prepared enough patience, I planned to lay a trap and lure the master into it step by step. I never thought about the halfway, and the master took the initiative to step in, but then, Zhou Xuanlan faced the seemingly defenseless person, I don't know what to do for a while.

What I want to do in my heart... Of course, I hide my master, and no one will see it.

Even if it is released, the master must be covered with his breath all the time, so that everyone can know that the master belongs to him, and take back all the thoughts that should not exist.

Such thoughts kept clamoring in his mind, but in the end reason prevailed.

He was reluctant to treat Master like this.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head, resting his chin on Shen Liuxiang's shoulder, showing his usual obedient attitude, and said slowly, "I'm afraid to scare Master."

Shen Liuxiang: "Huh?"

Does he seem to have little courage, he will be scared away if he is hugged.

Shen Liuxiang pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that his apprentice was not the original Profound Master, but now he is just a simple little black dragon. Maybe in his heart, hugging and hugging is an over-reward, a red-faced thing, and it is difficult to declare it.

So I had to do it secretly.

Thinking of this, Shen Liuxiang felt that he had a long way to go.

That's all, he just took the initiative to work harder now, and he will be enough to fight on the bed in the future.

With the thought of fighting, Shen Liuxiang couldn't control it, and he became uncomfortable in Zhou Xuanlan's arms, "I'll show you a spell."

Zhou Xuanlan responded, and the figure in his arms turned into a pile of dead leaves in the next instant.

"…"

Shen Liuxiang took advantage of the name of the spell to get out, and a figure appeared under the tree. He walked over again, changing his previous lazy and casual appearance, "I just learned it, is it amazing?"

Zhou Xuanlan shook the leaves from the clothes room, raised her eyes to meet the bright phoenix eyes, and said with a light smile, "Fighting the stars? Master is naturally powerful."

Shen Liuxiang was astonished: "Why do you know?" Isn't this a secret technique that the imperial palace never spreads.

Zhou Xuanlan picked up the spell scroll that recorded Thunder Punishment on the side, "How the emperor knows, I don't know, but the disciple's secret technique comes with him."

Shen Liuxiang was confused, what does "bring your own" mean.

He had asked Zhou Xuanlan before why he knew some ancient secret techniques. At that time, Zhou Xuanlan seemed to have a hard time opening his mouth and refused to say it, only that he could teach it if he wanted to learn it.

"Could it be that you were born with knowledge of these spells."

Seeing his look of anticipation, Zhou Xuanlan was silent for a moment, and said, "I'll show it to Shizun, but Shizun is not allowed to laugh."

Hearing this, Shen Liu nodded his head like garlic: "Mmmm."

He was even more curious in his heart, and stared at him without blinking. After a moment, a mysterious light flashed in front of Zhou Xuanlan, and there was something on the ground.

"puff-"

The moment he saw things clearly, Shen Liuxiang couldn't help laughing out loud. He hurriedly covered his mouth, blinked innocently at Zhou Xuanlan with a slightly stiff expression, and said, "Hahaha!"

Zhou Xuanlan: "…"

No wonder Shen Liu laughed, he couldn't hold back, who would have thought that Zhou Xuanlan hesitated for a while and took out half a dark eggshell.

Although in the night, strands of golden light flowed on the black eggshell, it looked mysterious and noble, but it didn't change the fact that it was an eggshell.

Thinking of the scene when Zhou Xuanlan was still ignorant of the little black dragon and broke out of the dragon's egg, Shen Liuxiang tried his best to bite his lips, trying his best to keep from laughing, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Xuanlan resisted the thought of taking the eggshell back, and explained dryly: "After the disciple returned to the demon world, he vaguely regained some memories and found the eggshell, but half of it is still missing."

Shen Liu made a difficult "Hmm-" twice.

The corners of his mouth were raised for too long, and it was a little sour. He rubbed the corners of his lips, coughed lightly, and said seriously: "You said that you brought your own secret technique, is it your shell... No, your... cub's room? It is recorded in the above. Mystery."

Zhou Xuanlan's finger landed on the black shell, golden light suddenly appeared, and complex prints appeared on it, "The disciple has interpreted some, it is true."

Shen Liuxiang called out the magic, raised his right hand, and put his slender fingers on the black shell. Under the moonlight, the five fingers became more and more white as jade.

The dragon egg shell is hard and feels cold to the touch, which is very comfortable.

Shen Liuxiang swiped his fingertips, bent his index finger and tapped lightly. For some reason, a familiar feeling flashed across his heart, as if he had done this action.

He was stunned for a while, remembering that when he was trapped in a nightmare, a complete **** egg appeared in his memory. Originally, he was just suspicious. At this time, the iron evidence was like a mountain. It was a dragon egg, and Zhou Xuanlan was nested in it.

The original body has been protecting, saying that the master told him that this is his love...

Shen Liusheng frowned, and suddenly put down his hand.

Zhou Xuanlan was keenly aware of his emotional changes: "What happened to Master?"

Shen Liuxiang tapped the eggshell with his finger and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why did you travel thousands of miles from the demon world to the cultivation world, choose Qing Lingzong among the many immortal gates, and choose me as your master?"

These are all things that are not in the original, but actually existed.

Shen Liuxiang gritted his teeth. Could it be that he saved Zhou Xuanlan, who was still a cub, and became what kind of white moonlight? This dragon cub only came after thousands of miles!

Zhou Xuanlan's back was cold, and she became inexplicably alert, always feeling that the consequences of a wrong answer would be unimaginable.

He thought about it carefully, as if he was avoiding lightning, and answered cautiously: "The disciple was young at the time, and some don't remember it. The eggshell was found based on a few memory fragments."

Shen Liuxiang touched his chin: "The truth?"

Zhou Xuanlan nodded when he saw his expression softened a little. Shen Liuxiang pondered for a moment, since he didn't remember it, it shouldn't be because of the original body that he liked him.

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little gloomy.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fell on the drooping black eyelashes, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he immediately frowned.

He didn't know what Shen Liuxiang was thinking, but his face suddenly changed, and he looked unhappy. After thinking for a while, Zhou Xuanlan lowered his head and lightly touched his thin lips against his tightly pursed lips.

Facing the phoenix eyes that suddenly widened, his handsome face showed a smile.

Shen Liuxiang hadn't reacted yet, and there was only a warm breath left on the corner of his lips, but the soft and itchy touch was still fresh in his memory and kept repeating in his mind.

His ears turned red: "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Zhou Xuanlan stared at him, with a smile on his lips: "Master is not happy, as a disciple, you should naturally coax him."

Shen Liusheng raised his brows: "I never heard that other people's apprentices want to coax Master like this."

"Because other people's apprentices are not called Zhou Xuanlan," Zhou Xuanlan approached, his deep voice rang in his ears, "other people's masters are not unique Shen Liusheng."

Originally, Shen Liuxiang's ears were only thin red, but after listening, they turned red, and hurriedly opened the distance between the two.

Not good.

He seemed to be hooked, and the back of his neck began to heat faintly.

Shen Liuxiang took out the Qingyun Pill from the storage bag, poured one, swallowed it, and was about to speak to Zhou Xuanlan's hesitant expression, when he felt the movement from Yuan Ying.

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, and said to Zhou Xuanlan, "Why don't you run now?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "?"

***

In the bright and spacious room, the Nascent Soul with the size of a slap stood on the desk, with two small hands holding ink sticks, circling around the inkstone table.

He pursed his lips, his expression very aggrieved.

Just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den, where is it to play, it is clear that he needs to do hard work and be a little guy who grinds ink.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Yunyu retracted his gaze from the scroll, and turned to look at Momo's little figure. Seeing that he opened his mouth slightly, he breathed a long sigh of exhaustion.

Although aggrieved, he has been working hard to grind ink.

The corners of Di Yunyu's lips twitched slightly, and Shen Liuxiang when he was three years old was more well-behaved than he is now.

Yuan Ying noticed his gaze and blinked, "I'm thirsty."

Di Yunyu: "Nascent Soul will not be thirsty."

Yuan Ying puffed out his cheeks: "Then I'm hungry."

Di Yunyu: "Yuan Ying won't be hungry."

Yuan Ying beat the eggplant like frost, and muttered dejectedly, "But I want to taste it."

Di Yunyu stared at him for a while. He wanted to say that Yuan Ying couldn't taste it, but the words disappeared. He got up and brought the fruit plate, "What do you want?"

Yuan Ying leaned the ink stick against his body, freed up one hand, stretched out his short white and tender index finger, and pointed at the golden orange.

Di Yunyu handed it over, and then saw Yuan Ying open his mouth: "Ah~"

"…"

Di Yunyu was silent for a moment, his light-colored eyes fell on the reduced version of Shen Liuxiang, and found that the other party looked at him in confusion, and continued: "Ah~~"

Di Yunyu: "... stretch out your hand and hold it to eat."

Yuan Ying looked at the oranges that were close at hand, and seemed to be far away, his eyes were red, and his soft and waxy voice revealed a cry, "Only one hand... can't hold it, can't hold it."

Di Yunyu glanced across Yuan Ying's free right hand and landed on the other side, while his left hand was holding an ink stick that was almost as tall as him.

"Put the ink stick down."

Yuan Ying shrugged the tip of his nose: "It's not finished yet,"

He hugged the ink stick tightly and muttered, "Isn't it true that if you don't sharpen the ink well, the emperor can't write."

Di Yunyu was stunned for a while, then put the orange to his mouth for a while, "I remember you don't peel it."

Seeing this, Yuan Ying's previously aggrieved little face instantly burst into a smile, burying his head and biting hard, leaving a light tooth mark on the orange peel.

For a moment, he raised his eyebrows and curved his eyes: "Sweet."

Di Yunyu said: "It's a lie again, you can't taste it."

Yuan Ying laughed: "You don't need to taste it, the oranges fed by the emperor must be sweet."

The voice fell, and the surroundings fell silent. For a moment, Di Yunyu laughed and said, "You are sweet."

Hearing this, Yuan Ying was stunned, and asked in doubt: "Why does the emperor know, only this elder brother knows about this."

Di Yunyu smiled and asked, "Who is this elder brother? Zhou Xuanlan?"

Seeing Shen Liuxiang's Yuan Ying nodding, Di Yunyu asked, "Why is he the only one who knows?"

Xiao Yuanying blinked, as if to demonstrate to Di Yunyu, raised his head and pouted.

"Because only he has tasted it."

The spiritual energy in the room was condensed, as if it was oppressed by some extremely powerful force and stagnated in the air.

After a long time, the surrounding spiritual energy continued to flow.

Di Yunyu put down the orange, glanced at the little figure who continued to brush ink, and wiped his hands carelessly.

It seemed to be a little lighter just now.