Why do people's voices look like this? It seems very casual, but full of bewitching, like a ghost that leads people to hell, a ghost that is the most fascinating and soul-absorbing.

For a moment, the locust flowers, drizzle, and pipa slowly faded away, leaving only the touch in his arms, so vivid.

Something suddenly rolled down and collapsed, and there were a few chaotic sounds. Mu Xun suddenly closed his eyes and tried hard to resist. This was wrong.

Thinking of this in his heart, his body did not retreat a little. It seemed that reason kept him away, but his emotions were not willing to leave at all. Instead, he longed to get closer and closer.

When approaching him, he was like a thirsty traveler, getting the first drop of life-saving dew; and like a paper man who was flying into a fire, even if his whole body was burned to ashes, he would become the first wisp of dust crawling under his feet...

The faint and beautiful fragrance of lotus flowers continued to invade his brain marrow bones, just like ants climbing through his bones, eroding his precarious reason.

The ear bones were wet, but it was not rain.

He, he is licking him! Mu Xun's hand suddenly grabbed tightly, how could he be... He is his master.

Mu Xun's head was turbid, and his soft and warm lips slowly swept over. He wanted to push it away, but his hand unconsciously took his shoulder. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't help but fall into this dream-like seduction.

The sound of wind, rain, pipa, and the low laughter in my ears from time to time have formed a overwhelming net.

He still had a hint of rationality and hoarse voice, "Master, we can't..."

He shall not defile him, nor shall he defile the holyest and most invasive person in his heart.

No one can defile him.

But his mouth resisted, but his hands were slowly moving downwards, and his thin crimson shirt wrapped around his fingertips, as if it was broken with a rubbing, so fragile that it had no power to resist...

Mu Xun struggled violently, his thoughts were confused, his breathing was messy, and everything was messy. He cut through the wound he had just healed and used the most severe pain to wake him up.

The strong smell of blood spread. He woke up a little, but there was a more confusing atmosphere mixed with the smell of blood, like smoke.

Is this a dream? It must be a dream. Otherwise, he wouldn't seduce him like this...

But what would he do if it wasn't a dream? Mu Xun thought vaguely, if it wasn't a dream...

Suddenly, he heard a strange sarcasm, stranger, and vaguely heard it somewhere.

The magnificent dream broke suddenly, and the arms suddenly became empty. Everything that fascinated him, struggled, and could not resist disappeared.

Mu Xun opened his eyes hastily, and saw that all the scenery changed. The voice asked:

"Master, who is your only and best disciple?"

On the full moon night, the closed door was blown open by the strong wind coming from nowhere, the moonlight fell all over the ground, and the soft red tent was blown like layers of rolling water waves.

He heard the sound engraved in his heart and he smiled and said, "Of course it's you."

"What about him?"

Mu Xun's mind was shaking, as if he could feel a pair of eyes, looking at him with extreme hatred, full of malice.

Before he could think about it, the crimson curtain was blown open to a corner.

Mu Xun stood in front of the bed, and through this corner, he saw his master. The holy and inviolable existence in his heart. Even if he tortures himself, the person he does not want to defile is now in his appearance that he has never seen before.

He was blinded by a red silk, his white wrists were as weak as they were hanging down to the edge of the bed, with a few red marks on it, like a rain of rouge.

"I just coaxed him. How could that little thing with not even grown hair compare to you..." He said lightly, as if he had no strength, and he said casually. But these words fell into his ears, but they all turned into the most extreme cruelty and ruthlessness.

The wound on his arm suddenly became unbearable, as if it began to erode and corrode in an instant. Mu Xun seemed to be poured on by a handful of bone-wrought ice water, and it seemed like a flame suddenly rose in his heart that almost wanted to destroy everything.

"You deserve to fight with me..."

"Stolen what belongs to me is just a shameless thief..."

"Look clearly, he belongs to me until you appear..."

The nightmare sound lingers in all directions, accompanied by a low moan like a gossip. Everything in front of him almost made him want to go crazy.

Mu Xun's eyes are red. He is not yours! Don't touch him, don't touch him!

He could no longer bear it, so he gathered all his magic power and attacked the shadow he hated deeply. However, the shadow suddenly drifted away.

He suddenly turned around and saw his master, and as usual, he called him "Xun'er".

However, he could no longer call him Master as he used to be.

He felt a huge pain in his heart, and endless panic was like a vine that bound him tightly. In the midst of all the pain and panic, there was another desire to break free from all the shackles, like magma breaking through the ground and bursting strings.

"You are mine, I am alone!" Mu Xun hugged the person in front of him tightly. What kind of Tao and method can he compare to hugging him like this at this moment?

The world has always been disgusted with him, so why should he follow the way established by those stupid people? His way has always been him alone.

Meng Xun is not the admiration of the child, but the admiration of the child.

He wanted him not just to be his master. From the beginning, that was it.

"Master, only I can treat you like this..." He murmured and hugged him again, crazy and obsessed, with a long time of endurance, and finally broke out in paranoia.

The magic breath spreads like hideous minions, entangling the only prey...

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Ling Lan was awakened by the burning heat in her chest. She knew without looking at it. Mu Xun must have experienced some unknown boy fluctuations in her heart.

But he fluctuates when he fluctuates. Whatever disturbs him when he sleeps? No one can ever disturb him when he sleeps!

With the faint dark circles of eyes, Ling Lan was a little thirsty, but she woke up and didn't want to move. So she looked at the pillow that was as big as a palm and was asleep.

Mianmian was in tune with the owner, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and before she woke up, she squinted her eyes and hummed to pour tea for Linglan. She held it all the way. When it woke up, it began to wonder, "What is the fluctuation?"

Ling Lan took a sip, leaned against the bed, and said casually, "That's a spring dream."

He lifted the hem of his clothes and saw that the center of the petal representing Mu Xun had changed color, but it was not cinnabar red, but a light light pink, which was a little bit short.

The piece representing Su Xingxian is like a layer of yarn, which is indefinitely visible, and it seems that it will take some time to unseal. Don't worry about it for the time being, adapt to the situation.

"If it turns red, you can get the blood on your heart." Ling Lan asked.

Mianmian, who was pounding Ling Lan's shoulders diligently, "...Yes, master."

Ling Lan's fingers were spinning at the edge of the teacup, and his black eyes reflected the candlelight. He guessed the time of a certain plot in the book and smiled, "It's quite a coincidence."

Mianmian:??

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The next morning, when Mu Xun opened his eyes, he was still a little stunned. When he recalled the dream last night, he felt a little ashamed and a little aftertaste.

He kicked the quilt away in disgust, grabbed the pillow, and imagined that Ling Lan was holding in his arms, and murmured, "Master".

His cheeks turned red, and his body couldn't help but start to get hot. He buried his face deep into the pillow, imagining the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.

At this time, the door creaked and opened, and the first ray of morning light shone in. The person he muttered in actually appeared at the door. In front of his heels, there was a quilt that was kicked open by him.

Mu Xun hugged the pillow, but before he could react, Ling Lan looked down at the quilt beside his feet and raised an eyebrow.

When you first fall in love, you face the risk of being discovered by your lover in person for the first time. For any young man, you will almost collapse and suffocate.

Mu Xun's whole heart almost stopped suddenly, and in an instant, he felt that the sky was about to collapse. Every moment when Ling Lan looked down at his quilt, he felt that it was even more difficult for him to breathe.

Before he was about to completely suffocate, Ling Lan finally looked away. He seemed to have noticed nothing wrong, and there was no abnormality in his voice, "Xun'er, it's time for us to leave."

Three days later, the time when Yue Shenzhi appeared, and it was located at a sacrificial platform outside Huaihua Town. You need to cross a long river, and it is indeed time to set off now.

Seeing this, Mu Xun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but was still worried and responded quickly, just thinking about sending Master away as soon as possible. For the first time, I hope Master can stay away from him.

However, his master could not hear his heart. When he saw his face flushed, he walked closer a little worriedly, thinking that he had a fever.

Mu Xunru was facing a great enemy and explained in every way that he was fine. In the end, he was so angry that Ling Lan did not come back in the end and maintained a distance that was neither too close nor far. It was neither too risky nor completely relaxed.

If it weren't for his expression being too calm and innocent, Mu Xun almost thought that he had done it on purpose and tortured him so hard.

The faint fragrance of lotus lingers in his nose, as if the dream of last night had not dissipated. Mu Xun was so nervous that he was afraid that he would find something he shouldn't have discovered. His whole body was tense, and his heartbeat couldn't help but be disturbed by his approach. He tried his best to restrain himself from thinking about it.

Ling Lan seemed not to notice his nervousness, and at this distance he was talking to him about the serious matters, "Xun'er, let's go today, to avoid those people, we have to make some modifications."

Mu Xun felt a mess inside, and he didn't dare to look at him, and he had to pretend to be calm and reply to his master's words, "What did it change?"

Ling Lan stretched out his hand and curled up a strand of hair on his chest, looked at him, and said slowly, "It is even more difficult to detect it by changing it to a man and a woman."
Chapter completed!