Chapter 39: Thirty-ninth

Long night looked at him quietly, thinking of Li Huanhan's twinkling eyes, gently pulling the corner of the lips hidden by the half-face mask. +++ Cartino Novel Network EbookFREE.me
Intimacy? The madman is terrible at feeding, if he is really just a talented ordinary teenager, I am afraid that his ashes can let the "gentle and considerate Brother Li" be promoted.
Even now it is uncomfortable. Long night rolled the throat knot, swallowed a bite of sweet blood, watching Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows.
He has been sleeping (sleeping Shui) for too long, and Jiang Yinghe was the first person he saw after opening his eyes.
The spiritual power of the cold (sexual) body covers the wound, and the sword wound gradually heals. Candle shadow moved slightly, seemingly illuminating his cold master, revealing a different kind of gentleness.
The night got closer.
Jiang Yinghe healed the sword wound on his hand. When he looked up, he realized that the other side was so close. The apprentice's breath was warm, and his eyes were so clear that he could see the end with one glance.
"Master," his voice was soft, "Can you stay with Ye'er (sleep Shui), it's raining today."
"It's raining?" Jiang Yinghe looked up at him.
Long night lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then hesitantly said: "I ... when I was dragged by the monster into the ice field, it was a rainy day, I was a little, a little ..."
He looks so good. He looks a little indifferent in appearance. Even if he wears half of the mask, it belongs to the men and women (killing sha), which is suitable for all ages, (killing sha). Sexual xing) covers all directions. At this time, there were tears in his eyes, a little touching feeling, which made Jiang Yinghe's sympathy and compassion rise straight up.
He stopped the second half of Long Night's sentence and rubbed the youth's black and supple hair: "Don't be afraid, there is a Master."
Jiang Yinghe actually does not comfort people, but this sentence is unexpectedly effective.
Long night watching him nodded, then buried in Master's arms with a cold fragrance. The strength of this just-woke big demon is not recovered, but he is already thinking about protecting this over-kind human monk.
A monk who can treat the fairies equally on the ice field can't be beaten by that red-eyed monk (bad zao) ... it's just to unlock his frozen repayment.
He found a suitable reason to cover up his subtle love for this care and warmth.
The sound of rain pours and the dream is stable.
Perhaps after a long time, he would suddenly think of these lies, remembering the one-tenth of ten thousand perturbed heart.

The progress bar of Ajiang Master's system is stuck.
Jiang Yinghe wiped the Forgetful Sword while looking at the immovable progress bar. There was a trace of anxiety in his heart.
The long night practice is diligent, the progress is a thousand miles, and the cold is already Yuanying ’s consummation. Only one step away can be involved in the Yuanshen period. Although Juner is practicing outside, he should not move the progress bar with his progress.
Jiang Yinghe looked at the training progress bar in the upper right corner, and once again had a little technical suspicion about the system. He even began to think that this might not be just for cultivation, maybe there are other reference factors?
While he was pondering the training progress bar of the system, a sharp collision suddenly sounded outside the Qingjing Cliff. Even the He Ling outside the Xuan Gate was awakened and whispered outside the door.
Then, the Xuanmen slammed open, a huge ugly beast blocked the Xuanmen door, screamed in pain, and screamed a few times.
Jiang Yinghe looked over and looked at the silver-gray (color) long sword on the fierce beast (cha).
It seems ... Jun'er's sword.
This roar of the demon clan not only disturbed Qingjingya, but also awakened the whole Penglai faction.
Before waiting for Jiang Yinghe to speak, this fierce beast was leaked by this long sword (cha), turned into a twisted human figure and fell at the door of Xuanmen, and a figure wearing a dark (color) robe stood twisting Beside the human form, pull out the sword of luck from the back of the fierce beast.
Qin Jun pulled his sword into his sheath, arched his hands towards Jiang Yinghe, his face was sharp and sharp, and his iron gray (color) eyes revealed a (strong qiang) strong (dry gan) style temperament, giving a kind of It is (killing sha) the feeling that the same brothers and sisters can play first.
"Master," he came back only after hearing the news that Jiang Yinghe was out of the customs. At this time, he saw with a happy expression, "This animal brutally attacked the disciple, and the disciple arrested him back for a while." Use the sword to cut up Neidan and feed it to He Ling. "
Jiang Yinghe couldn't find the words back and forth for a moment, he looked at the twisted and sighing human figure on the ground, and said: "Yuan Shen Yao Clan, is this a disciple under the demon king's nine infants?"
Qin Jun said: "It's just a beast. I heard that Master Zun accepted a new disciple, which was on the ice field where the demon gathered, and let Brother look at it ..."
He pressed the sword with one hand, turned his head to look at the long night that came when he heard the roar of the monster, and saw the little teacher with a half-face mask leaning against the tree, looking at himself with some fear.
"Your younger brother had hurt the face of the demon clan before, and the meridians in his body were broken by cold, which was extremely difficult to practice." Jiang Yinghe said, "Jun'er, don't scare him."
Qin Jun nodded. The demon clan at his feet saw Long Ye for a moment, then froze for a moment, then a broken roar came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, and finally spit out a blood and bumped his head against the night. On the ground, I didn't even dare to glance at it.
Qin Jun smiled meaningfully and said, "Did the younger brother suffer a loss, do you hate these evil Dao evils?"
Long night tasted the four words "Evil Dao Sin", and swept the demon clan on the ground: "The quietly practicing demon clan can't be confused with the evil clan in the demon clan. You do n’t have to make a good distinction between them, do n’t you, brother? "
Qin Jun stared at him, then turned his eyes to Jiang Yinghe, only to find that his master had not seen this for a second, and was already very close to the fierce beast on the ground.
Jiang Yinghe calmly said: "Nine Infant Demon King has a contract with the human race. If you attack the disciples of this seat, it is like giving up the contract and leaving it to me."
The fierce beast on the ground moved and looked up at the monk in front of him with an air of immortality. The hole through which the sword was cut was still bleeding.
The young man wearing a mask beside him revealed a breath of terror that only the pure blood of the demon clan could feel. His last struggle was when he saw the long night, and he had no strength, let alone the seemingly infancy. Qin Jun who doesn't know what strength.
Jiang Yinghe sighed and said to Qin Jun: "It is indeed impossible to generalize among the demon clan. You also should not create (kill sha) debts, all creatures have spirits, which will not benefit the future catastrophe."
When did Qin Jun care about the difficulties of the Heaven Tribulation? He was originally the most unrecognized origin of Heavenly Dao. He didn't mind this life debt, but Jiang Yinghe warned him and cared about him at the moment, but it made Qin Jun's heart for many years in silence. It started beating violently again.
So fragrant, this kind of rich fragrance that overflows from the soul ... Qin Jun leaned in the past a few minutes, reached out and wanted to start to support Jiang Yinghe, and his fingers just touched the other ’s sleeve, he saw just a little The long night of fear, suddenly "very scared" plunged into the arms of the master.
Qin Jun's hand stopped in mid-air, staring at this "innocent and innocent" "young boy", and suddenly felt very much in Li Huanhan's mood.
He condensed his fingers and looked kind and sincere: "Master, the younger brother has already started to practice. How can he be so dependent on you? It is better ..."
Qin Jun paused for a while, (lu) showing a kind expression.
"Brother and I, teach him together?"
Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart: good and sweet, how could the little apprentices he met so good.
He glanced at the display of the system and saw that the gray (color) third empty space bar was finally unlocked. He took another step away from home and felt better. He stretched out his hand and held Long Ye's hand.
Long night turned his head and called "Master", then looked away, looking at each other's frost-white slightly cold hands.
It was the early morning at the moment, with the radiance behind him, and a fragrant cold fragrance beside him. Long Night is like a little beast that has just woken up, marking the other person's breath in his mind.
Four months later, Dongzhou Penglai.
The closer to Penglai School, the more inaccessible it becomes. The surrounding mountains piled up and Zhong Lingyuxiu, until I saw a monument standing on the mountain, as if flying, with the words "Panasonic asked the boy" deeply engraved on it.
Cross the stele and enter the Penglai realm. Under a quaint Jinsong, a green boy in green clothes sat on a stone, and when he saw Jiang Yinghe, he quickly stood up and saluted him, saying, "Congratulations to Xianjun for coming out of the customs, and a few days before Zhou took charge, Let me wait for you. Is this ...? "
Long night seems to be only sixteen or seven years old, but it is tall, not to mention the appearance, it is often difficult to determine the age of a monk.
"It's a young apprentice." Jiang Yinghe introduced it concisely, lowered his hand and comfortably pressed Chang Ye's shoulder, and led him through the large array of Penglai Mountain Gate.
After crossing the array, the vision changed suddenly, and Jiang Yinghe's hand grasped Jiang Yinghe suddenly tightened in the night, and then slowly released after the reaction.
Jiang Yinghe deliberately asked him to adapt, and while taking Long Night back to Qingya Cliff, he taught him how to recognize the way. All the disciples encountered along the way bowed to salute and congratulated him. Xuanwei Xianjun went out of the customs and brought a news of a young apprentice, and soon spread throughout Penglai.
Everything on the clear cliff is still the same, and the few crane spirits are brought to rest by the Xuanmen. Jiang Yinghe had just opened Baihe Yuyu's door, and he noticed something. He raised his eyes and saw Brother Xiaoyun sitting on the side of Xuanjiantai with a sad face.
Brother Xiaoyun's appearance is somewhat different from that of a hundred years ago. His black hair is doped with a few strands of silver, as if it has been extremely laborious recently.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brother, you ..."
At this sound, Yun kept discovering that he came back. Suddenly he was stunned for a while, and then rushed to the past: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhterterwirst ,, my life, it was so
Jiang Yinghe didn't change his face (color), skillfully reached out to grab his back collar, hung the man in midair, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Brother Xiaoyun was picked up by him, and was once again hit, and sighed deeply: "Brother, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun have all broken through Yuanying."
Even when Jiang Yinghe heard it, there was a moment of consternation. He frowned: "So fast."
Before he closed, he left Juner with a bottle of Dao's blood. He didn't expect him to come back from the robbery.
"It's more than that!" Yun kept resentful, "they don't always stay behind in Penglai. Your apprentice is practicing every day. When he comes back, he goes to the clean cliff and piles up treasures. The dragon under the sea, put the dragon ball in your house as a lamp! I feel more and more that my little uncle's identity is deeply buried by insults and has been hit by a huge blow ... Hey, who is this? "
Yun kept looking at the long night wearing a half-face mask, and then looked at his cool and handsome brother Gao Linghua, and asked hardly, "This is ... your ..."
"My little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand and turned (touching Mo) (touching Mo) into the dark hair of the night, "I brought it back from the ice field."
Yun repeatedly patted the dust that didn't exist on the white clothes, and looked at the "little apprentice". An ominous hunch suddenly emerged in his heart.
"... Brother."
Jiang Yinghe: "Huh?"
"I pinched my fingers for a while, and Li Huanhan seemed to be back."
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that Brother Xiaoyun was using the escape method like an electric shock, and turned into a clear and swift departure from the scene. He hadn't figured out what was worth running for a long time.
He is also gentle and friendly, caring for his fellow students, and he often learns from his teachers, and tries his best to leave no room. This is a good thing for Long Ye.
While Jiang Yinghe was thinking about it, the long night beside him suddenly felt a violent (killing sha) meaning, the kind of killing (killing sha) machine that could chill his back.
Long night turned his head and glanced at the direction of Xuanmen. At that moment, a (stained) sword suddenly rushed in from outside Xuanmen, carrying the horror breath of the sea of ​​corpse mountain, shocking the air out of the sword The instrument whispered, and then clattered, (plug cha) fell in front of the long night, the violent and evil spirit wrapped around the sword could almost make it called a monster.
But Long Ye knew that this sword had been disguised. In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, this is definitely not the case. Otherwise, with these days of his understanding of Jiang Yinghe's personality, this blood sword will never appear on Qingjingya.
He raised his eyes and saw a red-eyed man in black clothes appear in front of him. His eyes stayed on Master, and he never seemed to see himself.
Only during the conversation with Jiang Yinghe, this blood-red monster will turn his head and glance over with a gaze that mixes (kills) heart, coldness, and infinite jealousy.
It looks like rolling magma beneath the ice.
The throat in the long night tightened, and the soul recovered from the next world slowly opened his eyes in his body, (exposing) the sly gesture of the ancient fierce beast
He smiled at the monster hiding his sex.

The night when Jiang Yinghe came back, it was raining on Qingjing Cliff.
I have n’t seen it for a hundred years, and my still-sexy (sexual) feelings have not changed. I took the long night to the new residence with care and love. Now that the long night has entered the Daomen, it is time for the society to be independent and cultivate.
The night rains were numerous, and it sounded a little sleepy in the ear. Jiang Yinghe took out the self-recording scripts collected over the years in the storage device and began the third review.
No way, he hasn't purchased a periodical for nearly a hundred years. He can only look at what he has seen before. There is no mobile phone, computer, and Internet. This is how the life of the realm is to cultivate the body and mind.
Jiang Yinghe just glanced at the jade case and saw another new book opened. He took a look at it curiously, thinking that it should have been falling endlessly, and turned back to the cover and looked at the title of the book.
"The days when I was loved by three big men in the realm"
... the style is a bit familiar.
Jiang Yinghe opened the first page with a little daze, and the system that had been silent suddenly lit up, and a slightly excited voice was played with artificially synthesized audio: "Yes, this is the taste!"
Jiang Yinghe choked for a while, and asked, "Do you all read this book?"
System: "... What do you want to see? Online education? How to become a good master?"
Jiang Yinghe thought about it for a moment and nodded: "If it is useful, I really want to see it."
He reached out and flipped through the book roughly. It contained a lingering love story. Unexpectedly, his endless hobby and the girls of the earth he knew were so unified. Is this the true style of the realm?
Jiang Yinghe thought about it while turning, and the movement stopped on the last page.
The last page of the blue leather threaded book is written with a spirit ball pen, and the face (color) is red gold, with a line of dragons and phoenixes on the line: the list of centuries of excellence in the realm.
This last page is folded, counting backwards from the bottom. Jiang Yinghe knew something. First, after seeing a few people, he opened the inside page to find his apprentice.