Lin Shaoyun was startled by these words, thinking that Xue'er's words are really amazing! She can use the scenery to create emotions, and when I think of poems, it seems that the influence of poems is really not ordinary and far-reaching, even Xue'er in the mountains
The Quiet Fairy never forgets him.
What would Lin Shaoyun think if he knew Xue'er was a demon but didn't know?
Just when Lin Shaoyun's mind changed, he remembered last night, before he and Xue'er were lingering, Xue'er's request made him start to want to go in the direction of affection again, get closer to Xue'er, and gently hold Xue'er with both hands.
Xue'er's soft waist held her close to his arms. Every time he hugged Xue'er, Lin Shaoyun didn't feel tired at all. It seemed like it was the first time he hugged her, and the blood in his heart was surging.
"Let me think about it." Lin Shaoyun gently bit Xue'er's tender earlobe and whispered in his ear.
Xue'er felt a numbness all over her body and could hardly muster any strength. She leaned softly in his arms, her eyes blurred and her face turned crimson, and she said softly: "Well! I'm waiting for you."
The thunder was accompanied by the raindrops without interruption. The conversation between the two people seemed to have a different flavor under the thunder and rain, and there was a different flavor of love between a husband and a concubine.
"The taste of the world has become as thin as gauze over the years. Who makes people on horseback ride in Beijing? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Short paper is slanted and grass is leisurely made, and the fine breasts are played in the clear window to share tea. Plain clothes do not sigh in the wind and dust
, It’s as good as the Qingming Festival to get home.” Although Lin Shaoyun didn’t know if this was a spring rain, and he also felt that it was inappropriate for this ancient poem to be used in such a situation, and there was a faint feeling of sadness, but Lin Shaoyun felt that in fact he
My heart is so sad, desolate, vicissitudes of life and lonely. Looking at the heavy rain in front of me, there is no spring rain as fine and moist, but the warm and fragrant soft jade is in my arms. It seems that the heavy rain has become as gentle as spring rain.
But in his lonely mood, when he read this poem, he was filled with contradictions and seemed to feel a lot heavier.
"What a line, 'A small building listens to the spring rain all night.'" Xue'er listened to it again and felt the desolation in his poems. Only this sentence, "A small building listens to the spring rain all night," was very useful. It seemed to have an inexplicable meaning.
The feeling lingered deep in her heart, lingering, unable to come back, confused, seemingly enlightened, but unable to understand anything.
"I didn't expect that you also feel deeply about this sentence. This good poem can touch people's hearts!" Lin Shaoyun smiled, and the sudden feeling of desolation deep in his heart disappeared under this smile.
Drive away.
"To move people's hearts? But I'm a demon! I'm not a human being, so how can I be moved? Why can just a poem make an incredible change in my heart?" Xueer frowned slightly, thinking.
Puzzled, he wanted to ask Lin Shaoyun for advice, but wouldn't asking for advice reveal his identity as a monster? Then would he still say "love me?"
Thinking of this, Xue'er couldn't help but feel strange, why was she worried about whether he loved her, instead of worrying about not being able to kill him?
Seeing that Xueer was silent, Lin Shaoyun thought that she was understanding the artistic conception of the poem again, so he explained the inner meaning of the poem to her.
After hearing this, Xueer just smiled and her mood became very heavy.
Lin Shaoyun's hand holding her delicate body was originally attached to her soft belly. He couldn't help but slide it up. Finally, it was attached to her clothes, holding her firm breasts. He closed his eyes and felt the fullness of her breasts.
The elasticity and happiness of unlimited temptation, the heart of spring is extremely rippling.
I don’t know how this process went. The process of the two of them returning to the bed from the window sill was forgotten by the two of them. It seemed that the two of them were already entangled in the bed from the beginning, because they were too involved, because they were too emotional.
Their moods are a little heavy to begin with. Because of the heavyness and love, they need to find an outlet and solace in each other's bodies.
Therefore, such a process was left in the deepest corner of my memory.
Outside the house, dense rain falls like drops, dripping, and inside the house, it is tender, fragrant, and passionate. They kiss passionately, they hug each other tightly, enter each other's bodies, explore each other, and find the antidote to the loneliness and desolation.
The sound of ecstasy passed into the thunderstorm outside the window, and was instantly drowned, but it could not drown out the lovers who were like firewood, passionate, debauched, full of spring, naked and entangled, the man was as strong as steel, the woman was as tender as water, they
We went to Wushan together until...
When they stopped having sex, it was already late at night. If Lin Shaoyun hadn't taken care of Xueer's body's endurance, Lin Shaoyun wouldn't feel tired even if it lasted all night until dawn.
After the two of them calmed down, Xue'er's soft and gentle body was pressed tightly against Lin Shaoyun's body. Lin Shaoyun hugged her, with a sense of happiness on his face, feeling the cute and well-behaved child in his arms. Lin Shaoyun's eyes slowly
When the two are closed, even a god needs to rest, not to mention he is just a human monk.
Xue'er watched Lin Shaoyun fall asleep, with a pleasant smile on her lips. However, after she smiled, there was a hint of unspeakable pain in her eyes, and a bright dagger appeared in her weak hand.
It was the God of Death who handed Hu San over to her.
The God of Killing is a magical weapon that can hurt even an immortal body. Although Lin Shaoyun has a demigod body, it is only a demigod body. He has not even reached the golden elixir stage. It is naturally not a big problem to kill him.
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As soon as the God of Death appeared, there was a deep chill. To be precise, it should be a murderous aura.
The entire room was suddenly enveloped in murderous aura, lingering and gloomy.
Lin Shaoyun, who was sleeping, soon sensed this wave of murderous aura, and his mind came to his senses. He didn't want Xue'er to worry, so he slowly opened his eyes, which were of course squinted.
It was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he was shocked. He saw Xueer holding a very powerful dagger. It was pointed directly at his heart, but he never stabbed it down.
Lin Shaoyun was just startled in his heart and kept a calm expression on his face. After such life and death, it was difficult for him to become frightened by anything. Based on his feeling, he knew that this dagger was not a mortal thing. If he was now
His physical body, as long as he doesn't resist, will definitely not escape death.
"Why did Xueer want to kill me?" Lin Shaoyun suddenly thought of some things that he should have thought of. For example, this deep mountain is full of demons and monsters, and this grandson is just a mortal. Why should he stand in this mountain? Lin Shaoyun knows that they are
They didn't have the slightest level of cultivation, but after seeing the dagger, they suddenly understood that they were not afraid of these monsters because they had magical weapons in their hands.
It's just that Xue'er is usually so affectionate and affectionate with him, why would he want to kill him? Looking at the dagger held high by Xue'er, it shone with a cold light.