It was extremely quiet that night, and the candles were less flickering. In the small room, Shen Qingxuan's volume was not loud, but it was clear, his expression was serious, even solemn.

He said with such an expression: I and you have the same destination, okay?

Yimo was a little surprised.

How can you not be surprised?

He was originally a snake, but because of his cold personality, he was favored. The person who enlightened him is now an immortal in the sky. He has cultivated for thousands of years. And Immortal Class, but it will be another two or three hundred years. At this time, there was a mortal Shen Qingxuan, who said with conviction: I and you have the same destination.

Where are we going together? Heaven or Earth?

Yimo could see that Shen Qingxuan didn't have the foundation for cultivating Taoism, which was related to his fate. Shen Qingxuan has a strong destiny and is indescribably expensive, but he is only adapted to the vicissitudes of the world. Although Shen Qingxuan, who was destined to be rich and noble, is in despair at this time, it is only a piece of bad luck.

When they first met, Yimo knew that this was his chance with Shen Qingxuan. It was a chance meeting, otherwise he had been hiding in the mountains, how could he have entered the Shen family courtyard on a whim that day, and even appeared in the shape of a snake wrapped around the railings to bask in the sun, making Shen Qingxuan a cup of hot tea all over his body.

So he helped him, but to obey the destiny. According to the world's words, he was the noble person appointed by Shen Qingxuan, and he could also gain merit by helping him get through his troubles.

Shen Qingxuan, who has survived the bad luck, will naturally follow the trend of his fate, and it has nothing to do with him in the future. Yimo didn't care about Lilu in the world, but Shen Qingxuan's fate was fixed, and he couldn't escape.

And the life of a mortal is only a hundred years, and a hundred years to him is just a drop in the ocean. In the future, Shen Qingxuan will die of old age, and his bones will be decomposed. He still looks like this, standing in the world. How come together?

Yimo walked over slowly, stood in front of Shen Qingxuan, lowered his head, stared at him for a while, and then said, "I really underestimated you."

Shen Qingxuan knew that his previous remarks were rash and even offensive, but he didn't know how he would say such a thoughtless sentence. At this moment, Yimo's face was habitually indifferent, and there was no clue. Shen Qingxuan took this sentence as a compliment. Unexpectedly, Yimo paused for a while, and then said indifferently: "Although he is thin and weak, he is very lustful."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly called him such an evaluation, but he couldn't react for a while, still raised his face and stared at him in a daze. When he reacted, a bright cloud lit up his face, and he couldn't even speak, and whispered: "You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Yimo still stood with his hands behind his back, without the slightest turbulence on his face, he just said slowly: "I saved your life, and I promise you to recover as usual, you should repay me with your body. It's just that I haven't become sexually active yet. Heart, you are so anxious, it surprises me."

His words were clear and coherent. However, the thoughts in Shen Qingxuan's mind were suddenly bombed into slag, unable to speak.

Yimo saw that he had messed up his rules, blushing as if he was about to spontaneously ignite in the next second, and his tongue was knotted in a panic. After pondering for a moment, he raised his hand, curled his fingers slightly, and touched the hot and outrageous face with his fingertips. It's like a test, and it's very thin.

The heat is transferred from the fingertips, and the touch is smooth. Yimo opened his palm again and turned his wrist sideways, allowing his cold palm to completely and completely cover the heat source. Extremely warm.

After a while, his palms slowly stroked that face, from the corner of the forehead to the cheekbones, and then to the cheeks, and finally stopped on Shen Qingxuan's thin chin. After stroking his cold palm for a while, the temperature on Shen Qingxuan's face not only did not drop, but it became even hotter.

Regardless of Shen Qingxuan's wide-eyed and dazed appearance, Yimo touched himself for a moment before Shi Shiran retracted his hand and said, "It's thinner, but it's still smooth."

Shen Qingxuan shouted "Ah" in a low voice, and then he instinctively shrank back. He woke up and hurriedly reprimanded: "You think this is a business transaction, do you still need to accept it?"

Yimo raised his eyes, looked straight at him, and said, "Since you have to show yourselves to yourself, don't you allow me to test the quality?"

Shen Qingxuan was still blushing, but he had recovered most of his sanity. Seeing what he said was so frank and not ashamed, and there were only two people in the room, they were very close, and the exchange of breaths made him more ambiguous. Dao: "According to your words, I actually did it to repay my kindness. Have you ever seen any man who would make a promise to repay his kindness, but there is no such record in those books."

He was talking, but Yimo stretched out his hand again and unfastened the girdle around his waist.

When his waist loosened, Shen Qingxuan pursed his lips and swallowed what he was about to say back into his throat. He suddenly understood that Yimo did not understand, but deliberately shifted his thoughts to the matter of repaying his gratitude. In this way, it is much easier to solve, and there are not so many entanglements.

Shen Qingxuan wanted to understand this, only to feel that his heart was poured over by ice water, and the chill was overflowing. It's just that he has some experience in the end, and he slowed down in an instant, thinking about where he was the opponent of this well-informed old demon, but he didn't move at all, letting Yimo undress himself.

The room suddenly returned to silence, except for the faint sound of the belt being loosened.

Shen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at the wide opening of his robe, revealing a snow-white tunic. Seeing that thin, strong and slender fingers move dexterously, loosen the thin belt on the waist side of the middle coat, and untie another thin belt. When Yimo's cold fingers touched the skin on his body, Shen Qingxuan felt cold, and some tiny pimples appeared on his body.

Aware of his reaction, Yimo stopped his hand, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "In this case, are you still willing to make promises?"

Shen Qingxuan was also silent for a while, then he laughed softly, raised his hand and untied the crown of his hair. A long hair poured down, covering half of his face with strands.

"Since it's a repayment of kindness, you must be sincere." Shen Qingxuan rolled up the corners of his lips, put the crown aside, turned around and smiled calmly: "Don't say that you are a snake, you can't freeze me to death. It is the thousand-year ice, I Maybe."

After listening, Yimo didn't say a word. He stretched out his hand again, passed through the loose hem, and slowly stroked the thinnest curve around his waist.

Shen Qingxuan trembled on his hand, then relaxed his body, closed his eyes as if he didn't want to see the current situation, and wholeheartedly felt the hand touching his waist, whether light or heavy cruising there. On the cut-off curve, sometimes pause and rub slowly, sometimes increase the strength, and clasp the waist tightly.

Xu is because the difference in body temperature always reminds that the person fondling him at this time is not of the same kind, but of the same sex. The parts that should not be so sensitive are now extremely sensitive. Shen Qingxuan only felt that the piece of skin on his waist that was rubbed with his hands was burning from the inside to the outside. The meridian connected to the lower abdomen is being kneaded and pulled, so that he has no robe to cover, only the part of the pants gradually raised his head.

Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes with uneven breathing, and happened to meet a pair of eyes that were as cold as a cold pool.

Shen Qingxuan didn't know where he got the courage, he grabbed Yimo's shirt and pulled him face to face, his nose was touching, his lips were touching and said, "Put me on the bed."

Hearing his slightly weak voice ringing in his ears, Shen Qingxuan blushed instantly, but said again: "The legs and feet are inconvenient and the body is weak, you should take more care of yourself."