The immortal king couldn't help but breathe slightly, his chest was undulating, and his calm and cold appearance was broken by three points. He tried to push Ranbai away, and his only rationality made him silence word by word: "This is not Duan Yuan..."

"Master means that you can just go to the Duan Yuan?" Ranbai quickly caught the loophole in Yu Chen's words. She raised her eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Yu Chen's long eyelashes trembled, closed his eyes, covering the confused eyes, his body was cold and tense, and he didn't say anything.

"Can you do this in Duanyuan?" The Demon Lord was very aware of taking advantage of the danger. He pinched Yu Chen's chin and asked in his ear: "Kiss you like this?"

There is no answer to questions.

Yu Chen's calm breathing became a little quicker.

Ranbai didn't ask any more questions. She knelt on the immortal king, lifted his chin, and his breath fell on Yu Chen's thin lips, "No one... Master, don't worry."

The Demon Lord pressed the young man's thin and delicate neck with his fingertips, rubbing his fingertips. The kissing force was strong and he had a strong possessive desire, but when he spoke, he was as soft as begging, pitiful, like a little demon with different opinions: "Master, just encourage him... just this time."

The immortal king's body was very tense, but it slowly softened under the girl's movements. The fingertips that gently stroked the back of his neck were cold, but it was shockingly hot in a trance. The body trembled and the lingering lips and teeth were entangled. He almost lost his strength when he grabbed Ranbai's wrist, almost overflowing the low throat between his lips and teeth, and was bitten by him again.

The slender and distinct fingers had clear blood vessels. After a few slight movements, the movement of holding the wrist still relaxed. The fingertips slowly dropped. The shimmering water color in the eyes was rare, and the expression was no longer cold. It was set against the spotless snow-clothing, revealing a different kind of bewitching.

Ranbai knelt on the immortal king on one knee and trapped the person in the seat. She could sense that Yu Chen's pushing and refusing movements were a little relaxed. At the end, she would only lift her jaw at the right time and let her kiss her. Her cold eyes were occupied by mist, and the mist was filled with a beautiful color. The curve of her neck was beautiful, which all showed the silent compromise and fall.

The laughter was crushed and turned, and the demon Lord pressed the back of his neck with affection.

Until the immortal king lost all his strength and was sobbing that he was sobbing. His long eyelashes drooped down, half covering his broken eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly, his breathing was unstable, and his voice was hoarse: "Enough, enough..."

This was the first time the Immortal Lord's attitude was acquiescent, and even a somewhat undetectable response. Ranbai licked the corner of his lips and coaxed him and said, "Master, be obedient, do it again."

At this time,

The door of the room was suddenly knocked.

"Immortal Lord." The disciple standing outside the door spoke in a warm voice: "I have made tea for you."

The two of them continued to kiss and entangle, and they were ambiguous. The young immortal was frozen, his fingers closed the girl's slender wrists inch by inch, and the ends of his eyes were filled with love that had not faded.

"It's okay." The Demon Lord whispered, with a fleeting cold light in her eyes. She cleared her throat and spoke calmly and lazyly: "No need, you go back."

The distance between a door can be easily pushed away, and the atmosphere seems to solidify at a certain moment.

Fortunately, after hearing this, the disciples outside the sect did not make any extra moves, but obediently retreated.

The demon girl muttered lazyly: "He is so annoying."

Yu Chen lowered his eyebrows and eyes slightly, his coldness was broken, his lips were abnormally red. His eyelashes trembled several times, and finally calmed down and pushed her away.

Ranbai looked at him with a smile, pressing one knee on his legs, similar to the kneeling posture, with the hem of clothes overlapping, which was very ambiguous.

"I'll help the master tidy up his clothes." Her fingertips hooked the young man's slightly open snow collar, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Do not do anything else."

After the tossing and twists just now, the originally meticulous and clean snow-clothed clothes were a little messy, and they were pressed out of wrinkles. They were not very serious and solemn. The originally properly and regular collars spread out, half revealing beauty, delicate collarbone lines, and the complexion of the skin was cold white, and half-covering half-covering was the most confusing.

Ranbai's fingertips rubbed his collarbone, and he picked up his clothes for the immortal king without any rules.

"Can you go down this time?" The fog in Yu Chen's eyes gradually dissipated. He quietly looked at the girl kneeling on him, his thin lips opened, his voice hoarse because of the kiss, leaving a bit of clearness, intertwined with nice sexyness, and his tone was unremitting.

Ranbai supported Yu Chen's side, stood up slowly, and stood in front of the immortal king, very close to him, lowered his eyes and looked at the young man, suddenly leaning over, brushing his fingertips ambiguously across Yu Chen's thin lips, rubbing a little watery color.

The head of the sect finally arranged the fairy sword meeting and rushed back in a hurry and forgot to knock on the door. When they pushed in, they only saw the figure of the girl in red bent over, and seemed to be very close to the immortal king sitting on the seat, as if she was lowering her body against a person. At first glance, such a picture looked a bit secret and ambiguity, which made people think about it.

The head of the sect was startled for a moment and almost spoke loudly: "What are you doing?!"

Ranbai heard the sound behind her, and she did not change her face at all, and she was not at all panicked. She turned her back to the head, and curled her lips and smiled at Yu Chen arrogantly and casually. Her fingertips had just brushed her thin lips, and then pressed them directly on her lips the next second, with silent provocation and careless frivolity.

The young immortal looked calm, looked at the girl's movements and pursed her thin lips.

The Demon Lord turned around slowly, looked at the leader, raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

The head of the sect was also frightened by the scene just now, and it was very difficult not to think about it. But now he realized that he felt deeply regretful when he saw the lonely and abstinent immortal king next to him, and he was thinking too much in his heart.

What did you think of just now!

How could I think so?

How can a person who is as tall as the Immortal Lord and not stained with dust have something to do with his apprentice?

He was amused and said awkwardly: "Nothing."

The head cleared his throat and bent down respectfully, "Immortal Lord."

Yu Chen nodded coldly.

The head of the sect had no contact with Ran Bai, which was the day after the trial ended. This time he actually saw it. He couldn't help but take a few more glances. The first feeling was that this girl was pretty and wild. She looked like she was not easy to provoke and disobey the discipline at first glance. No matter where she looked, she was two extremes.

so……

I don’t know how the two got along when they were Duan Yuan.

The head of the sect sighed in his heart, sat beside him, and talked about serious matters with Yu Chen.

Ranbai stood aside, behind the Immortal Lord. At this time, he looked quite like a real disciple and did not do anything excessive, but his eyebrows were still lazy, with elusive evil.

When the head of the sect was talking to Yu Chen, his eyes fell on Yu Chen's thin lips inadvertently. He suddenly realized that the immortal king's lips seemed to be too bright and Fei Mi was beautiful.
Chapter completed!