Seize My Boyfriend - B7 (5)

Han Jingbai suspected that his sweet and soft little apprentice was stupid, “What do you mean by that?”

His question was meaningless, and he wanted to avoid this topic at first, so as not to poke the painful spot, but he didn’t cherish it at all. My own good intentions, “I just saw Mo Qian took it out, and I was very happy.”

Han Jingbai: “His son builds the foundation, come to thank the deity.” ”

Huh?”

Something is wrong, why is this so different from the script I thought? , Mo Zhiyang withdrew his hand and tilted his head, “You mean, he came to thank you, not to treat you like that?” These words sounded

fresh, Han Jingbai raised his head and looked at him, ” So what?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Mo Zhiyang didn’t dare to say what he was thinking.

If he knew, he might have to be beaten severely, so he quickly changed the subject, “Aren’t we going to learn that exercise tonight?” He said, hurriedly took out the booklet from his pocket, “Here.”

Han Jingbai took the booklet, but did not open it in a hurry, “Do you really want to learn?” ”

Yes, as long as I can reshape my muscles and bones, and become an immortal, I will endure no amount of hardship.” Mo Zhiyang clenched his hands into fists , the words are sonorous and firm, the eyes are shining, and they are extremely beautiful.

Seeing his death-like attitude, Han Jingbai raised his mouth and stretched out his hand, “Come here.”

Mo Zhiyang was a little strange, he stretched out his hand halfway, but then retracted it again, and wiped his clothes repeatedly to make sure his hand was clean. After cleaning, he stretched out his hand.

The hand was held, and Master’s body temperature was a little low, probably because of his poor health.

The two skins touched each other, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rushed into his consciousness. Mo Zhiyang was startled, and subconsciously held his hand tightly, “You, call me yang.” “Huh?”

Han Jingbai passed the palm of his hand. Feeling the pain, it can be seen how hard this little apprentice is gripping.

“You, why don’t you shout something~” Mo Zhiyang subconsciously began to cry, with a hint of coquettishness.

Han Jingbai was tickled by the tone, opened his mouth and shouted, “Yangyang.”

As soon as the words came out, the little apprentice rushed over, Han Jingbai didn’t react for a while, but still subconsciously hugged his waist to avoid people fall down.

“Woooooo~”

Still in the familiar embrace, Mo Zhiyang thought that he would not follow after he had a child. After all, his greatest wish was to have a cub, but he didn’t expect… ”

Why are you crying?” The man in his arms suddenly cried, which made Han Jingbai feel at a loss, why did he cry before he started doing bad things.

Maybe Mo Zhiyang also felt that he was too hypocritical, so he nestled in his arms, holding back his crying, “It’s okay.”

Although he didn’t know why, Han Jingbai didn’t ask any more, and patted his back lightly to comfort him, “Don’t cry, Don’t be afraid, Master respects everything.”

How could the little disciple cry? Crying should not be crying now.

Every time he said there was him.

Although he listened to it often, he just felt at ease, Mo Zhiyang sighed, and he forgot again, it was like this every time, he left earlier in the last plane, and he didn’t know how he was doing.

The person in his arms stopped crying, and Han Jingbai also felt relieved. The little apprentice is so soft, but it’s good, “Don’t cry.

” Pushing him away, struggling to stand up, “You you you!”

The old man criticized!

Why did the little apprentice suddenly become ashamed? Han Jingbai coughed twice, “What’s wrong?”

Mo Zhiyang’s eyes glanced at the wrong place, and he felt more and more wrong. If this continues, something will happen, so he had to change the subject. He took out the booklet and said, “Master, you should teach me this set of exercises!”

Isn’t this hitting the muzzle of a gun?

“Open it and see what it is.” Han Jingbai leaned back, bent his right knee, and put his right hand on his knee. His noble and elegant temperament was very inconsistent with the small broken courtyard.

Hearing the words, Mo Zhiyang opened the booklet and saw the pictures, which were suffocating, “Damn it! I’m like an ancestor, I offered this thing for three days! I offered this Longyang map for three days?”

Recalling In the past few days, every morning, I have to pay homage and make a wish. What kind of idiot am I?

Seeing his angry and unbelievable appearance, Han Jingbai held back his smile, and explained in a low voice, “This is not Longyang Tu, but a set of dual cultivation skills.” “Dual cultivation?

” The urge to tear up the black history, I opened the book and read it page by page. The first few pages were fine, but the last few pages, what a difficult action, I am ashamed to death.

The picture is rough, and the words of the explanation are also scribbled, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a book of exercises.

Mo Zhiyang put his face on his shoulders, and closed the book, “I don’t think this one looks like this.” ”

What does it look like?” Han Jingbai looked at him with a puzzled expression, could it be that he was aggrieved by double cultivation with himself?

Squatting down on the spot, Mo Zhiyang casually threw the pamphlet on the ground, propping his chin with both hands, “I feel like my life has been hit.” At first, it seemed to be strange,

originally I just wanted to find the master I came to reshape my muscles and bones, but somehow I took the Longyang map back and offered it like a treasure.

Even if that’s the case, you still have to double cultivate with the master?

Thinking about it, Mo Zhiyang raised his head and glanced at the man on the bed. Shuangxiu is not bad, but… suddenly hugged his head and wailed, “I don’t want to attack with tears in my eyes! I’m a waste, I just want to get something for nothing!”

This plane is actually reduced to attacking by oneself, who can tell? too difficult!

“What did you say?” Han Jingbai seemed not to have heard his words clearly.

“I don’t want to do the attack, it’s so difficult to do the attack.” As soon as he thought of moving by himself, Mo Zhiyang felt that papa is not a good thing at all. In the past, even if he had to do it, he would be tired after a few strokes. die.

This little apprentice, why did he become so weird, and even wanted to counterattack, he must be taught a lesson.

It was so sad, this incident was a fatal blow, Mo Zhiyang was immersed in the sadness that he was going to attack, he couldn’t help squatting on the ground, covering his face in pain.

“Disciple, what did you say?” Han Jingbai went to the ground barefoot, and his white robe slid across the ground, “Say it again.”

Mo Zhiyang held back his sobs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Master’s clothes close in front of him. Three white toes were exposed from the hem of the clothes, and he choked up and said, “Master, you can’t be on top, can you?

What if you move and vomit blood all over me?” , wow, it’s scary!

Could it be that, in his heart, he is so useless?

It seemed that it was useless to say more, Han Jingbai bent down, picked up the person on the ground, turned around and threw them on the couch, “You don’t have to be so afraid.” Mo Zhiyang was thrown on the bed, rubbing the painful

pain Just as she was about to sit up, she saw the master approaching aggressively, and subconsciously moved to the corner of the bed, “Master, you are not in good health, you really can’t make a fuss!” ”

Disciple, you underestimated the master.” Han Jingbai thought that he had to be taught a big lesson, otherwise his mind would be full of such mess all day long, which would be great.

“I think it’s unnecessary to make fun of your body in order to prove your dignity.” Mo Zhiyang swallowed, always having a premonition that this wave might be wiped out.

Standing in front of the bed, Han Jingbai stretched out his hands to take off the bed curtains on both sides, “You should take care of yourself.” As soon as the

bed curtains fell, Mo Zhiyang cried out inwardly, taking advantage of his stepping onto the bed, he suddenly jumped up, A flying body wanted to escape.

As a result, just as the upper body jumped out, the ankle was caught, and the entire upper body fell out of the bed, “Master, Master, listen to me, tonight is not a good day.” Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged

back .

Mo Zhiyang grabbed the edge of the bed with his ten fingers, “Help…” Before I could say the words, I was dragged back.

The bed curtain fell, creating an inch of space between the sky and the earth, which belonged to the two of them alone.

This inch of space is hotter and more seductive than other places, and the four seasons change in just a moment.

In spring, the clean and delicate fields are planted with bright red strawberries, and the fruits are ripe and dotted around the fields.

In summer, it may be too hot, and clothes become an obstacle. The heat prompts people to take off cumbersome clothes in an attempt to gain a little coolness.

In late autumn, only one action is needed, the ripe fruit is played with by fingers, making it muddy, and the juice smacks, provoking the sense of smell.

In warm winter, when it snows, it is white, and the snow is scattered everywhere, especially the deep wells.

Mo Zhiyang’s worry was eliminated, and he also realized the preciousness of life. The cat-like voice on the bed did not stop until the sky was dark.

“Host, would you like a cigarette?” The system automatically blocked it last night, it was unnecessary.

“Is there… a life extension?” Mo Zhiyang opened his empty eyes, looked at the bed curtain, and said in a hoarse voice, “I think I’m going to pass away soon.

” , why is this guy so fierce?

System: “Oh, if you are fucked to death, the cause of death will not look good on the death certificate, so live on.”

Han Jingbai came back from nowhere, and walked to the bedside with graceful steps, “Teacher.”

” Thirsty~” Mo Zhiyang opened his mouth, originally wanted to scold him, but after thinking about it, forget it, if he continues to scold, his voice will be useless, and his heart will be ashamed.

Hearing this, Han Jingbai spread out his right hand, which was silver and white from where he got it. He sat in the palm of his hand with a tea bowl the size of a palm, “Drink water.” He sat on the edge of the bed and helped him up.

“Hmm~” My waist still hurts when I moved, Mo Zhiyang sat up propped up, drank the water from the teacup in one gulp, the thirsty throat seemed to welcome rain, and the pain stopped immediately.

“Still thirsty?” Han Jingbai leaned over, licked the water stains on the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, “Drink another bowl?” The

action was so outrageous that Mo Zhiyang blushed and shook his head, “I’m not thirsty anymore.”

Sure enough It was still fragrant, soft and delicious. Han Jingbai helped him to sleep, got into bed himself, hugged him in his arms, and whispered to him, “I dreamed of you once.” “Dreamed of

me ?” Mo Zhiyang buried his face in his chest, and when he heard this, he raised his head, but he could only see his chin.

Han Jingbai lowered his head and pecked his lips lightly, “I dreamed that you were from…” It’s better not to say anything.