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Ji Qingzhuo didn't hear what he said, because her consciousness had already drifted into the cultivation space.

She remembered that when she was sleeping by herself, the red air seemed to be entangled in it, and then she responded subconsciously.

Ji Qingzhuo glanced at the sea of ​​red blood in front of her and then looked away. She suddenly realized something, the red airflow is Shen Rongyu, their auras are exactly the same, and the red airflow should not appear outside the practice space.

So... she subconsciously hugged and dragged it to her in front of... Shen Rongyu.

Ji Qingzhuo's eyes widened, she was a little flustered, she still remembered the fingers sticking to her neck, the pulp of the fingers was soft, but the temperature was freezing hard, and the knuckles were knocking on her chin.

Shen Rongyu...touched her neck, how could he do this?

She also hugged him.

Ji Qingzhuo was ashamed of her actions, she squatted down in the training space, covered her head, closed her eyes, and dared not face the reality.

At this time, the red airflow sensed her presence, and one of its branches came toward her like a snake, and was about to wrap her around enthusiastically, but Ji Qingzhuo pushed him away.

It's all because of Red Airflow. He always treats her like this. Ji Qingzhuo is a person who relies on habits. Her daily habits are like written routines, which are repeated step by step every day and hardly change.

Days and nights in the practice space, the red airflow led her and wrote a new program.

Hug him, kiss him, respond to him, willingly sink into his body.

Ji Qingzhuo followed suit, but sometimes, when she was confused, the program would start in a scene outside the practice space.

She felt that this was inappropriate, so she pushed the red airflow away a little, intending to forget this habit.

However, Ji Qingzhuo obviously forgot the essence of this red air flow. He is evil and domineering, and he can do anything bad.

So, at the moment when felt Ji Qingzhuo's resistance, the red air flowed back and knocked Ji Qingzhuo down. The end of the air flow turned into lips and tongues, licking her lower jaw, continuously along the line of her lower jaw. describe.

Ji Qingzhuo's hair was scattered, melted into the sea of ​​blood, and spread out like ink. She raised her neck and let out a soft sigh.

Here he is again.

However, she has long been accustomed to his kisses and entanglements. When he kisses her like this, she will not feel resistance, if not resistance, she will not feel uncomfortable, then she can find a way to sleep in his uninterrupted kisses .

Ji Qingzhuo closed her eyes, her nasal voice was intermittent... well, it still felt a little strange, but it was within the range she could bear.

She can endure pain and sweetness.

Ji Qingzhuo pondered, the red air currents on the left and right can't play any new tricks...

Her thoughts suddenly stopped, new tricks?

Several articulated hands climbed up her back, and Ji Qingzhuo's back muscles instantly tensed due to this unusual touch, and even her back straightened, and she stood up straight.

However, in front of her, there are also a few more hands made of red air currents. He can conjure up countless lips and tongues, and he can also conjure up countless hands, and each separate air current can act independently.

Really... a bad form. Ji Qingzhuo wanted to cry without tears and thought that her hand was entangled with Shen Rongyu's red air flow. He kept holding her hand and climbed up along his arm until it landed on the back of her head.

This place is the back of her neck, a few knots down from the top of her spine - the place where the short-lived flower was drawn on Shen Rongyu's body.

Ji Qingzhuo's body froze, because his fingertips kept drawing a pattern on the back of her neck, which was a roughly round polygon, and his fingertips kept going around.

She didn't quite understand what he was drawing, until the fingertip suddenly changed shape, and the originally hard fingertip became soft, becoming a pen tip with soft animal hair.

Yes, the nib.

The tip of the pen moved down her spine and kept walking on her back. Ji Qingzhuo's butterfly bone moved, and she felt a little... suppressed emotions, like the tip of the pen was constantly on the tip of her heart. Scratching up, she wanted to chase, but she couldn't catch up.

Although she is relatively slow, but... the reaction she should have will still be there, especially the sharp touch is so familiar that Ji Qingzhuo thinks of the painting brush dipped in blood this afternoon.

She closed her eyes and called softly, "Xiaoyu, stop for a while—"

Ji Qingzhuo's final note was elongated, because the stroke of the brush continued down along the slender waist until it made a swirl on her waist.

"Zuo Zhuo." The mouth transformed by the red airflow whispered in Ji Qingzhuo's ear.

Ji Qingzhuo couldn't respond to him anymore, she closed her eyes, her lips trembled, and she couldn't stop pushing the red air out.

And the stroke of the pen was already drawn to her waist, Ji Qingzhuo was really ticklish, so he kept hiding, but he didn't know where to hide.

She regretted it very much, she shouldn't have the idea of ​​"he won't be okay anyway".

Ji Qingzhuo avoided the pursuit of the pen, and thought, he is a big villain, and it is reasonable for him to do such a thing.

She avoided the red airflow and called out the red airflow softly, with an imperceptible trembling at the end: "Xiaoyu, if you keep doing this, I...I will not practice cultivation."

How could the red airflow understand what she was saying, the extra hand only rubbed her neck, and the pulp of her fingers pressed against her neck, feeling the wonderful vibration of her vocal cords.

"Don't be afraid..." He chased after her.

Ji Qingzhuo really can't hide, she thought, she has to adapt to the new Shen Rongyu again.

How could he do this? First, he has a long mouth, and then he has long hands. Why doesn't he have ears?

"Shen Rongyu, you bastard." Ji Qingzhuo patted the red airflow, not knowing whether he was angry or embarrassed.

Perhaps the red airflow understood, he rushed towards Ji Qingzhuo excitedly, Ji Qingzhuo guessed that if he could say other words, he would proudly announce: "Yes, I am."

She accepted her fate and only hoped that she would adapt quickly, but that stroke... it was...

Where did he learn these things, a red airflow obediently lurking in the cultivation space? Shen Rongyu is very normal today, but she is just leading her to paint...

and many more? painting?

Ji Qingzhuo thought of the pen tip that was constantly spinning on the umbrella, and the solid chest that Shen Rongyu held her hand against the back of her head.

What inspiration did she give him when she painted on the umbrella? Now he actually wants to paint on her?

Ji Qingzhuo was angry and anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't cultivate on her own. Shen Rongyu was already doing a good job by helping her cultivate. She couldn't be too demanding and let a big villain treat her politely.

Of course, the entanglement between these two consciousnesses continued for an unknown amount of time, and the red airflow finally stopped.

Ji Qingzhuo's lips trembled slightly, and sweat soaked her cheeks. She panted softly and said to the red airflow: "Xiaoyu, next time... next time grow ears."

The red airflow rubbed against her palm, as if it was cheap, so she acted extraordinarily well-behaved.

Ji Qingzhuo liked the red airflow very much, she leaned over, almost subconsciously, lowered her head and kissed the red airflow.

This red air flow is also very clever. When Ji Qingzhuo's lips approached, the end turned into lips and met her kiss.

Her lips were pressed against each other, Ji Qingzhuo didn't open her eyes, she only opened her lips slightly, and the tip of her red tongue stuck in, rubbing it, but it was only a shallow taste.

He has something else he wants to show Ji Qingzhuo today.

The hand made of red air held Ji Qingzhuo's hand. Since this hand was just too hateful, Ji Qingzhuo avoided it.

But the hand still tangled up involuntarily, holding her tightly.

He took her to the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

When cultivating, Ji Qingzhuo could often see mirror-like fragments passing by from time to time in the training space, and she avoided them. Although she knew that there were some memories of Shen Rongyu in the fragments, she was not interested, and , The more she knows, the more she will not hide herself, and if she is not careful, Shen Rongyu will find out that she knows his secret, thus killing her.

Ji Qingzhuo was afraid of death, but she didn't know that Shen Rongyu came here today to kill her.

She followed the red airflow and walked into the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood. She kept her eyes closed because she couldn't see the bright red color for a long time.

However, after reaching the deepest part of the sea of ​​​​blood, the fingertips of the red air flow climbed up to her eyes, touched her closed eyes, and touched her trembling long eyelashes.

Ji Qingzhuo understood his suggestion, so her eyes opened a small slit, and she saw the only different color in this sea of ​​blood.

Her consciousness is a cyan airflow, almost white, but not pure white. However, she found that in the center of the blood sea, there is an extra flower, which is a light-hearted figure... Epiphyllum. .

At this time, another dazzling fragment was wrapped in blood and flew over. It was embedded in the white epiphyllum and integrated with it.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't understand why this was the case, she subconsciously reached out and touched the petals of the Epiphyllum, but immediately, the petals closed and caught her fingertips.

She was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but the ephemeral flower was no longer pretending, it turned into a red current, turned into a red ephemera, and only dragged Ji Qingzhuo in its direction.

There is really nothing else here, the red airflow is still the red airflow, it is just a short-lived flower that spliced ​​the dazzling fragments it collected.

Why Epiphany? Such shy flowers only bloom for a moment under the moon, and they are delicate and difficult to maintain, Ji Qingzhuo thought.

She was dragged by Xuetan. The flower was tall and slender and graceful from a distance, but when it got closer, every slender petal could hug her.

"Show... show you..." The red airflow leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Zhu Zhuo... looks good."

Not long after he learned to speak, he stuttered, but Ji Qingzhuo understood what he meant.

——In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, he pieced together a beautiful flower. Before it was officially completed, he carefully hid it. When it finally had a shape, he immediately invited her to see it.

"It's beautiful." Ji Qingzhuo said, her fingertips entangled with the petals, "Xiaoyu, why do you like it so much?"

The red airflow would not answer her question, but pressed down again, burying her deeply in the sea of ​​blood, and above her head, the immortal tan had returned to pure white, without roots, only floating faintly in the middle of the sea of ​​blood.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't know how long she had been practicing. When she woke up, the thick quilt that had been stuffed with Shen Rongyu had been wrapped around her again.

She raised her head, her eyes were watery, she only looked at Shen Rongyu's shoulder, and called out, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu."

The author says:

Red Airstream Version Xiaoyu: Share the fun things with Zhuo Zhuo (referring to painting), and share the good-looking things with Zhuo Zhuo (referring to Epiphyllum)