The touch of the lips pressed down was soft and confusing. The tip of the tongue gently pressed against his lips and teeth, and everything added a bit of secret and indescribable ambiguity to both sides.

The immortal king was suffocating his breath, and his thinking was blank for a moment. Unexpectedly, Ranbai could be so bold that he could wake up in the morning and kiss his master...

He wanted to push her away, but Ranbai pressed her with her cultivation, covering the whole body of the two. She gently bit Yu Chen's thin soft lips, leaving a cold biting mark. The immortal king refused to open his lips, his teeth were closed, and only a trace of teeth was faintly exposed. Ranbai was not anxious, but just bit his thin lips finely and densely. The sound from the overflowing lips and teeth was a bit dumb, blurry and ambiguous: "If Master doesn't like it... you can push me away with Xue Ji."

She gave him a chance.

The Immortal Lord has never been treated like this before, and being pressed and kissed like this is unprecedented. Even the fog in his eyes was filled with moisture, and even the sound of his calm breathing became rapid. His fingers pressed against Xue Ji and squeezed them out with force, and he stretched out a terrifying whiteness.

She used her cultivation to suppress him, and he could easily break it with Xue Ji, but it would inevitably hurt her.

The scene in front of you collided with the ridiculous scene in the hot spring that day, and Yu Chen never moved.

Ranbai pinched his jaw with his fingertips and forced the immortal king to look up. He took advantage of the gap to entangle him. The breathing was intertwined, making people sober and sink.

The fairy king's white clothes were pressed down by someone, his eyes became blurred little by little by little by little by little by little, and the mist was shimmering, and even the tails of his eyes were red. His solemn and straight look was very destructive. He looked like he was inch by inch and his back was stretched out inches of lust and his spine was stretched out in a beautiful curve.

"Look." Ranbai's fingertips gently stroked the delicate and cold skin on his chin, and his movements were cold and lingering. "You can't bear to hurt me, and you don't like it."

He reacted with a fog and was so misty that he could only raise his eyes slightly and let her play with it. He was kissed to the point of being kissed but refused to speak out, as if he was forced but was so obedient that he was willing to do so.

Until Ranbai stood up and left his lips.

The immortal king lost his strength in his fingertips and could only lean against the wall with weak strength. His back was no longer so straight. His long eyelashes drooped down with moisture, covering his misty eyes. His thin lips were slightly opened, and the exposed teeth were beautiful and white. He overflowed with a light gasp, but he was bitten by him. His thin lips were cold and slim, with rippling water remaining. The biting marks on the corners of his lips were obvious, with ambiguous kiss. Looking at the coldness that was as high as before, I really wanted people to bully him.

"Master." The Demon Lord bent his eyebrows and his fingertips crossed the corner of his lips, "I like you very much."

"Mo Bai..." Yu Chen's voice became a little hoarse, and when it overflowed his lips and teeth, he had a bit of sand, and his tone was as cold as chilly as snow, but his eyes were red at the ends of his eyes, without any momentum, without any shock. He asked, "When did it start?"

"The first time we met." Ranbai said bluntly, smiling: "I just wanted to kiss you like this at that time."

The Immortal Lord lowered his eyes slightly, and the ends of his eyes were outlined with the curve of the breeze and bright moon. His eyelids were very thin and he looked sharp in nature. Especially when there was no temperature at all, it was even colder and so it was so cold that it was afraid to look directly at it. But now these eyes were kissed by the Demon Lord, reflecting her shadow, and his tone was tepid: "I am practicing the ruthless Tao."

"If the master does not enter the world and never understands love, how can he understand the ruthless way?" Ranbai made a frank word and said with confidence: "A disciple can be the master's love disaster."

“…”

Yu Chen frowned faintly, and his fingertips turned white.

"Master, don't think too much." Ranbai didn't think about pushing people to the dead end in one step. After all, it's unlikely to look at people's temperament. She curled her lips and smiled, revealing two dimples. Under her arrogant and casual appearance, she was a little cute: "I can wait."

"As long as Master comes..." She said unintelligently: "Just don't hide from me."

The Immortal Lord was silent and didn't speak.

In the dark, he could detect something that deviated from the original trajectory, went against the trend, developing in a completely opposite direction, and was out of control.

Something is very wrong.

But irresistible.

Maybe because of Ranbai's words that day, the Immortal Lord never avoided it, but his attitude became much colder.

There are only two of them on Duanyuan Peak. Yu Chen still needs to teach the girls to practice. He has many opportunities to get in touch and cannot avoid them even if he wants to.

In just five days, the Xuanqing Sect’s Immortal Sword Conference will be held.

Duanyuan Peak,

In the peach forest.

"concentrate."

The cold and honest voice fell, and the fairy king in white stood aside, in the peach forest, with thousands of colorful flowers and glimmers of the sky behind him. The snow-clothed clothes were clean and frosty, and the clothes were in the wind, spotless.

The girl in red said a lazy voice, holding a blood sword in one hand, and the sword light flipped, shocking a peach blossoms fell, all of which were fluttering.

"Wrong." Yu Chen's voice was calm and pleasant, "The ninth style will start again."

Ranbai pressed his words and practiced again.

Yu Chen looked at her indifferently, "It's still wrong."

"I can't practice this sword pose well." The Demon Lord stopped and looked at him innocently, "Why wouldn't your master teach me?"

"I said, come and practice."

"I don't mean that." Ranbai casually held the sword with one hand and drew a circle, with his eyebrows and eyes full of smiles. "I mean, it's more useful to teach me by myself."

She bit her two words in person.

"The sword style is not difficult, and it is easy to use your comprehension ability." The young immortal king's expression was indifferent, and his elegant and delicate face was extremely beautiful against the backdrop of the peach forest, but he did not have any warmth. He looked at her quietly, "I will not be punished a hundred times after practicing the nine styles before dark."

“…”

Can't flirt.

Sure enough, it is still more efficient.

I have to admit that

The Immortal Lord indeed attaches great importance to her disciple, and this emphasis is reflected in his cultivation.

Serious and self-disciplined, it can be said to be almost strict.

The brain is white and painful.

She is a demon cultivator or a demon master. At that time, she will use all the sword skills of the immortal sect Yuchen Immortal Lord when fighting. What's the matter with it?

Tsk.

While dancing the sword, she thought casually, the sword energy swept through the peach blossoms. Ranbai said that if he didn't know, he would never know. In short, the ninth style has never been corrected once.

Yu Chen looked around, and his dark eyes reflected the scene of a girl dancing with swordsmanship, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Ranbai was practicing swordsmanship, and with every wrist flipped, he flew red clothes. He was a young man with a bright clothes and an angry horse with a freehand look.

But suddenly there was a clear and sober fragrance lingering between the nose, like a handful of fresh snow on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

He pressed his slender and cold fingers on her hand, gently covered her, and adjusted her sword posture for her.

"so--"

The falling voice is clear and cool, very pleasant.

Ranbai vaguely curled the corners of his lips and said yes.

Yu Chen held her hand and stood behind the girl in a tall shape, teaching her to practice swords.

Every time the sword energy is swept out, the wind rusts, alarming the fall of peach blossoms in the sky.
Chapter completed!