** After a long time, Liu Yankongmang's brain gradually recovered. If it wasn't for being awake, Liu Yanzhen felt that this rejoicing would have killed people - not only physically but also mentally ravaged. The bed was also ravaged and mottled, and the body accidentally touched it after printing the wet bedding, and it was cold and sticky.

After hugging and resting for a long time, Yimo was still sticky and refused to come out. It was okay if he didn't come out. He was still holding Liu Yan like a doll. It is the smugness and languid joy after contentment.

Liu Yan swayed with him silently, until the pile of liquid in his body was shaken and flowed out, feeling like incontinence, he couldn't help scratching him with his fingertips, and muttered listlessly: "Go down and fetch water. ."

Yimo also felt it, and calmly commented: "You are so wet." As if those things had nothing to do with him at all, it was light and airy.

Chic to the point of under-pumping.

It's a pity that Liu Yan didn't even have the strength to pump people. She was spoiled for more than ten years and couldn't stand the big toss.

Yimo just didn't want to move, so he put it in his body and pressed it against the person, swaying and swaying his waist quietly, rubbing it inside and out, and the thing got bigger again after not rubbing twice.

This time Liu Yan scratched him fiercely with his fingertips and said, "No."

Yimo knew it wouldn't work. This was the first time his body had been tormented again. He should rest. So he didn't move any more, he just shoved himself inside, and then the two of them fiddled around and changed their positions, laying on their sides and hugging him from behind, that thing was still persevering in Liu Yan's body.

Liu Yan sighed, feeling hooked again, but with pain. Really too lazy to move, Liu Yan didn't even bother to say a word, let's love it.

But Yimo didn't move any more, just put himself inside, blocking the flow of his things, then closed his eyes and rubbed against Liu Yan's neck, and said softly, "Just sleep like this."

"..."

"I like to keep it in there," said Yimo, muttering again: "My stuff, I don't want it to come out."

"..." Liu Yan closed his eyes, his face flushed, and it took a long time before he responded, "I know the blockage is almost gone..." He was embarrassed before he finished speaking, and he couldn't go on.

"It's alright," Yimo said, kissing his ear, "Keep the rest... Keep it for you to give birth to a little snake for me."

In terms of brazenness, no one is the opponent of this old monster, Liu Yan willingly conceded defeat, but was afraid that he would make a real whim and make something to make him give birth to a snake, so he quickly closed his mouth and kept it tight.

I was so tired that Liu Yan fell asleep after a while.

Only Yimo held him silently, without a trace of sleepiness. He is a demon, he can sleep for hundreds of years if he wants to, or he can stay awake for hundreds of years if he doesn't want to. After meeting Shen Qingxuan, for a long time, like a human, he turned off the lights at night and went to bed, and got up in the morning. The reason is that there is such a person beside him who pulls him when he sleeps and kisses him before getting up. Thinking this way, in fact, there is nothing wrong with being a human being. Someone is by your side, guarding the changes of the sun and the moon.

However, there are too many bad things in being a person, and many constraints, the first generation Shen Qingxuan can't let go of the family, and the second generation Ji Jiu can't let go of the country. Thinking like this, Yimo couldn't help but think of himself, but he was not necessarily free.

Humans are human, and demons have their own rules. Nothing in the world is free.

I thought too much, and my mind was confused in the end. Yimo admitted that he didn’t like to think. He was too tired, and there were some problems. Once you thought about it, it usually meant that there was no result.

He stood up and rubbed in the warm and humid place again, tightening his arms, Yimo didn't think about anything anymore, hugged the man in his arms and slept with him.

Many times, many things, how to think is a dead end, let the wind and waves outside, it is better to just guard this corner of the peaceful world and leave it alone.

The next day, when Liu Yan woke up, Liu Yan got out of bed. The moment he opened the window, he suddenly smelled the fragrant chicken soup in the air. He was stunned for a moment. Liu Yan slammed the window shut and hurried out. Just happened to collide with Yimo who entered the room.

"You..." Liu Yan grabbed the front of his shirt, "Did Xiaobao really make chicken soup?"

Yimo touched the tip of his nose and said, "He cooked it himself."

"Really?" Liu Yan narrowed his eyes, approached inch by inch, and there was no smile on his face, which instantly became deterrent. He lowered his voice and asked again: "Really?"

Yimo looked at him for a while before saying, "There's nothing wrong with replenishing the body." It was like admitting that Xiaobao was framed earlier.

Liu Yan snorted, raised his eyelids and said, "You should do it yourself to make up for me, but let your son be busy..." After a bit of a pause, he added, "If I get angry, you can excuse me. When it comes to my son, if I'm not angry, you will tease me with soup, you have an abacus in your stomach, but you plucked it very loudly." The last sentence was playful and fierce.

After some words, Yimo was speechless and stood for a while.

In front of him is the general of the previous life, but there is a gentle shadow in his eyebrows. Yimo knows that he is not making fun of him, but he feels very happy. In this world, the person who knows him best is just the person in front of him.

Xiaobao brought the chicken soup, saw the two of them looking at each other in silence, froze for a while, and said, "Have you washed up?"

"Has the water been boiled?" Liu Yan asked, frankly speaking, he was embarrassed by Xiaobao's crash several times in the last life, and he has encountered the most unbearable scenes. In this life, he doesn't feel embarrassed anymore.

After all, Shen Jue grew up, and everything went through, and she was no longer the innocent child, so Liu Yan didn't care about covering up against him.

Shen Jue said that he had boiled the water, and then put the chicken soup aside, lowered his eyebrows and did not show any expression, left, and went to scoop up the water again, completely filial to his son.

After Liu Yan washed, under Yimo's gaze, he picked up the bowl of chicken soup stewed with angelica and red dates, and ate it calmly.

Putting down the empty bowl, Liu Yan asked him, "How else do you want to play? I'll accompany you." He said in a gentle tone, but also said lingeringly: "There are many days, so play slowly."

Yes, he is still young and young in this life, even if he has a lot of memories, it will not change his youthful skin, so there is still a lot of time to waste, to accompany this bad and dumb snake, Play slowly, consume slowly, consume a lifetime. Make up for the past, everything is too late.

Yimo stood for a while, glanced at the empty bowl, and said, "You won't leave it for me." In the past, he had to give half of everything to himself.

This treatment disappeared suddenly, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"You haven't seen the red." Liu Yan replied with incomparable integrity, and the teasing in his eyes flashed very quickly, and continued: "I won't leave it to you."

Yimo gave an "oh" and said, "I was also eaten last night..." I was also eaten. As soon as the words blurted out, he realized that he had been fooled, and he immediately swallowed the remaining half without a word.

Liu Yan got up, leaned over and asked, "What?"

Emer said, "Nothing."

"What?" Liu Yan asked again, sticking to his lips, the two breathed entangled, and said softly: "Call me husband, and I will leave it for you."

Yimo raised his eyebrows and stared at him for a while, then bumped his thin lips up and down, and simply said, "Xiang Gong."

Sure enough, he wasn't ashamed, but Liu Yan was ashamed. Thick-skinned than this kind of thing, which time is not his victory.

Liu Yan's ears turned red, and the sound of "Xiang Gong" almost grabbed his heart. There are really such people in this world, even a very indifferent call can make people breathless.

The situation turned around in just an instant, and Liu Yan stood there for a while before letting Shen Jue bring another bowl of chicken soup.

Such a trivial matter, both of them can have a good taste, it can be seen that they are a pair of pairs in the sky, and they deserve to be together.

Having beaten him again, Yimo held the man in his arms with a good temper, sat on his lap, then squeezed the spoon to mix the soup, blew it down and swallowed it, saying, "It tastes good."

The loser naturally sat on his lap honestly, still thinking about the voice of "Xiang Gong" just now in his mind.

Until Yimo took a mouthful of chicken soup, turned his head, and fed it mouth to mouth. Liu Yan was caught off guard, swallowed the chicken soup embarrassedly, and was kissed fiercely again, only to regain his senses, but Yimo calmly said, "This is how you can feed people."

"..."

"Take care of it better, so I can serve my husband at night." Yimo said seriously, put down the bowl, put one hand between his legs, and pinched it neither too lightly nor too hard.

Liu Yan's body shrank, he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, his face was hot enough to fry eggs.

The hand under the table didn't give up. With a single finger, he untied the belt of his shirt, sneaked in tricky, and touched the other's chest with cold fingertips like a kiss. Playing with it, kneading and pulling, and teasing a small piece of tender meat, it stood up hard under his hands.

Xu Shi was restrained by the sound of "Xiang Gong", Liu Yan lowered his eyebrows in his arms and pleasing to the eye, Yimo squeezed harder, he shrank a little, Yimo rubbed gently and he didn't move, honestly. Neither resisting nor getting rid of it, the hands and feet were tied, and the two tits were red and swollen from playing, so he lowered his face and whispered: "In broad daylight..."

The doors and windows were not closed, as long as Shen Jue had a heart, he could see the scene inside the house at a glance. Really messed up.

Since he had said something, Yimo put his hand away and lifted the bowl again. The chicken soup used to be hot, but now there is a layer of oil on it, but it is not hot. Yimo took a big mouthful, lowered his head and leaned in. Liu Yan's face was red, but he raised his chin and his lips were slightly open. After taking it, he swallowed half of it, and then crossed the remaining half back. Rolled together, lingering kiss.

This way of drinking may not necessarily support people, but Yimo gets a lot of happiness from it, and Liu Yan is also very frank, even though it is a bit numb, he still enjoys it.

Since both parties are enjoying it, no matter how numb they are, they can bear it.

Only Shen Jue sat in the stove, counting the time silently. It had been an hour since a bowl of chicken soup was delivered, and she didn't know when it was appropriate to collect the bowl, so she shook her head.

After hanging out all day, Yimo finally knew how to restrain himself when it came to dinner.

Shen Jue brought the food into the house, knowing that they had just gotten married, and now the two of them were squeezed into one, and they could not be separated. After setting up the tableware, the one who was interested was about to leave. Yimo stopped and said, "Eat together."

When his father spoke, Shen Jue obeyed, took another set of tableware and sat on the stool.

The three of them were not very polite. Liu Yan moved his chopsticks first, picked up the dishes and put them in Shen Jue's bowl, then put some more for Yimo, and then he lowered his head and ate it.

After eating for a while, Shen Jue couldn't help but said, "Father, why don't I go down the mountain and stay for a few days?"

Liu Yan paused, her ears turned red, but said, "Although the yard is small, it should be able to keep you."

Emer said, "Where can you go?"

Shen Jue really had nowhere to go, and nowhere he really wanted to go. Home was the only place where he could relax and worry-free, since he was a child. Even if he was beaten and punished, he knew it was for his own good. Thinking of this, the pain was also weaker by three points. Moreover, although he had a wild temperament when he was young, he was also taught to be very reasonable, and he rarely made any mistakes and was punished by beatings.

So he loves his family very deeply. Since they said so, Shen Jue didn't leave. Anyway, no matter how close they were, it was not that they had never seen each other.

After waiting for a while, it was Yimo who said, "But I've lived on the mountain for too long, let's go out for a walk."

"Huh?" Liu Yan was stunned, not knowing why he would suddenly say that, even Shen Jue was surprised.

It's only been a day since we got married, we're leaving the mountain, where are we going?

Yimo said, "There's nothing to do on the mountain anyway, so it's better to walk around." After a bit of a pause, he said, "We haven't really gone out to play together."

If it weren't for his serious eyes, it really doesn't look like what Yimo said. Liu Yan was stunned and frowned.

Shen Jue had already guessed what he was thinking, so he asked, "Where to go?"

"Whatever, walk around," Yimo said. "Why not travel all over the world?"

"Okay." Shen Jue laughed, "Take me there."

"Naturally take you."

Liu Yan put down the bowl and tapped the bottom of the bowl lightly on the wooden table. After the two of them were silent, they looked at Yimo and asked seriously, "What are you hiding from me?"

Emma didn't answer.

Liu Yan looked at Shen Jue again and asked, "What do you know?"

Shen Jue lowered her eyes and thought for a long time before she said, "Father, it's not appropriate for me to say this."

When he said this, Liu Yan knew that he couldn't ask anything from him, and his son, he knew that even if he was stubborn, nine cows couldn't pull him back.

Liu Yan pressed directly at Yimo: "Are you ready to speak?"

Yimo lowered his eyes and looked at the dishes on the table, as if it was a table of delicacies that he had never seen before, and looked at it very seriously.

Liu Yan didn't wait for an answer, not surprised. Since you can't ask anyone, you can only ask yourself. Sitting there quietly, after sorting out what he had woken up to, he soon had a breakthrough.

"Imo, is what you're hiding has something to do with my memory of the third generation?"

The speed of insight and the viciousness of vision are astounding. Shen Jue lowered his head and ate the rice silently.

Yimo raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"

"If the memory of the previous life can be easily returned..." Liu Yan tilted his head and said slowly: "In the last life, why did you never remind me?"

"After recovering your memory, can you come with me?" Yimo changed the subject.

Liu Yan hesitated, "No."

"Why?" Emer asked.

"Because you're late." Liu Yan said quietly, "It's a passing thing to you, but it's very important to me. I can't betray my promise. If I came earlier, even if I didn't restore my memory, I'd go with you."

"Why did you come with me earlier?" Yimo said, "You are the only son of the Ji family."

"I can leave them a grandson." Liu Yan said, "If you had come earlier, the situation in the world would not have changed because of me... I changed it."

"I let people who shouldn't be emperors become emperors, and let the empress dowagers who should be the mother of the world and the people who should be emperors be burned by fire.

"If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have done these things...and I wouldn't be held responsible for it.

"I will leave a bloodline for the Ji family, and then become the dude in the world's mouth, the unworthy son of the Ji family."

As Liu Yan spoke, he suddenly realized that he was changing the topic, and quickly brought the topic back and asked, "What are you hiding from me?"

"I..." Yimo frowned, and after a long time, she said lightly, "I won't tell you."

Shen Jue lowered his head silently, pitiful for the bowl that was no bigger than a slap, but he tried to bury his face in it, but of course he couldn't, so the cramped part of his cheek could be seen on the edge of the bowl.

Liu Yan glanced at Xiaobao, and said for a long time, "Since you don't tell me, I won't ask, it's just..."

"Just what?" Yimo raised his eyebrows.

"Tell me before the accident, so I can be mentally prepared."

"Okay," Yimo agreed.

Liu Yan said: "Then eat. Get up early tomorrow and go out to play."

He said with a smile on his face, as if he didn't smell an ominous haze from his answer.

That's what the game is about.

On the second day, the whole family dispatched and hired a carriage to go down the mountain. Shen Jue happily became a coachman, wielding a long whip, and carrying his two fathers on a tour of the mountains and waters.