Chapter 312 Extra Story "Returning to the Garden"

——The storyline takes place two years after the finale——

The hut is filled with the fragrance of rice porridge.

A child with pointy ears and pumpkin leaves on his head leaned in front of the hearth to add new wood to the fire. A red-haired girl sat next to him, watching the fire while eating honey.

"I think the fire could be bigger."

"I don't think it's possible. No matter how big it is, it will be mushy."

"I don't think it's fuzzy."

"Bah, what do you know, you only eat candy."

Chu nightning pushed the door with the hunted hare, followed by a group of chattering little grasses, little flower demons, and even little moss goblins as big as fingernails.

The pair of tree spirit brothers and sisters sitting by the fire immediately got up and hurriedly bowed to him: "Shenmu Xianjun."

Shenmu Xianjun is what these wood spirits call Chu Wanning.

In fact, many things look back, and there are already clues. In his previous life, he didn't know why he was born with a nine-song magic weapon, and he didn't know why he had such a strong control over vegetation. Even before, he didn't understand why the wine-colored gourd that ran out of the Golden Drum Tower would treat him. Respectfully.

I understand now.

He is the Yan Emperor Shenmu, and the Yan Emperor Shenmu is the source of all vegetation in the world.

After the battle of life and death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the secluded Nanping Valley. Those fierce and tyrannical spells were temporarily unavailable, but the days were a bit bland, and Chu Wanning figured out the wood spirit summoning technique. The little monsters in the valley all gathered under their command.

"It looks a bit like taking the mountain as the king." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "It's just a tiger skin blanket to lay on the ground."

But Chu Xianjun, who occupies the mountain as the king, is very anxious these days, because Xue Meng sent them a voice transmission a few days ago, and awkwardly expressed that he wanted to come to Nanping Mountain for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival to gather with them.

After a lapse of two years, the relationship between the master and the apprentice was finally washed away by time and no longer so embarrassing. Chu nightning is naturally willing to see the former lover again. So a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to seriously think about what dishes to prepare to entertain Xue Ziming.

"What is Master writing?"

At night, the candles flickered, and the ink burned together, holding Chu Wanning from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder, and his black eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the table.

Originally, he just asked casually, the main purpose was to coax Brother Engong to go to bed earlier. He is actually not very interested in what Chu nightning is writing.

What else can this guy do? It is nothing more than pondering some mechas such as Yeyoushen, and then sending the blueprints to the owner of the Mazhuang Villa in Taobao Villa, so that they can build them and sell them cheaply. All are on the verge of death.”

As a result, the construction cost was much higher than the selling price, and the owner of Ma Zhuang returned to the loss and chased Xue Ziming for money with the bill.

"Huh? Didn't you draw any drawings today?"

Chu nightning replied absentmindedly: "Where will there be inspiration every day."

Mo Ran rubbed his cheek and kissed his earlobe: "Master..."

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Mo Ran couldn't help straightening up and touched his nose.

He couldn't help but wondered if the days of seclusion made Chu Wanning tired, otherwise, how could such an intimate fellowship only be exchanged for a "what's the matter" as hard as iron, and there was no tone ups and downs.

It's been hell.

It was not until this time that the ink burned and finally began to look carefully at what Chu nightning wrote on the table.

"what are you writing?!"

It was a question just now, but this time it was a sigh of horror.

Chu nightning was unhappy with his tone, and finally put the pen on the lake, and slowly raised a pair of aggressive phoenix eyes, squinting slightly, even if the two curtains of long eyelashes were soft and soft, they could not cover the sharpness of his eyes. .

However, no matter how fierce the eyes are, it is no match for what Chu nightning said at the moment.

"Mid-Autumn Festival recipes."

Ink burning: "..."

That's right, for the first reunion feast after the war, Immortal Big Dipper planned to do it himself, to wash his hands and make soup for his apprentice who felt quite sorry.

Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's serious and stubborn face in the candlestick lamp shadow, and couldn't help trembling in his heart.

Isn't he serious...? ? ?

But unfortunately, Chu Xianjun is a serious person and never makes unnecessary jokes.

For the next few days, he frowned at the menu and carefully studied it, deleting a few dishes from time to time - whenever the ink burned, he would breathe a sigh of relief. Or add a few more dishes - whenever the ink burns, you will feel that your stomach is faintly cramping.

In the end, when Chu Wanning coughed twice and handed him the list that was finally drawn up, Mo Ran calmly glanced at the ten cold, ten hot and twenty dishes on it, and then closed the bamboo slip.

"...What's the matter? Is there less variety?"

"No." Mo Ran felt that unless he wanted to see the new head of the top of the dead in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had to do something to stop his brother-in-law.

He thought about it, raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Wanning: "I just think that if the reunion banquet is only prepared by the master, it is not sincere enough."

Chu nightning frowned slightly: "Really?"

"It's all said to be reunited." Mo Ran followed suit, "It's naturally fun to prepare together."

Seeing that the other party did not say anything, he seemed to hesitate, and the ink burned with a flash of light, and suddenly thought that Ning was usually stronger, and continued: "Master, do you think this is good, we each prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes, but don't do it. Tell the other party what it is. When Xue Meng comes, put these twenty dishes on the table together, and finally ask him which ones are good and which ones he doesn't like, how about it?"

Chu nightning did not speak immediately, but his eyes lit up slightly.

All of his small thoughts and expressions fell into the eyes of the ink burning, and the ink burning smiled, and clasped his hands, and asked warmly: "Are you okay?"

Chu nightning looked up at him: "This is a cooking competition?"

Mo Ran touched his nose and smiled: "If you say it, it's fine."

After a few moments of silence, Chu nightning suddenly stood up and took away the bamboo slip pressed by the other hand. The ink burned a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"I won't let you know what I do." Chu nightning's expression was quite serious, "It doesn't count what's written on it. I'll rewrite it."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu nightning narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I am not much worse than you in cooking."

"Yes, yes." Mo Ran couldn't help laughing, "Master said everything is right, then I will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet to feast on." He said, holding the hand of Chu nightning , rubbed the pulp of the fingers that had become calloused because of the mecha cutting wood all the year round, and then lowered his head and kissed.

In the candlelight, he looked at Chu nightning's slightly widened eyes because he was not ridiculed, and looked at Chu nightning's taut body that was slowly relaxed in the kiss.

He rolled his eyes softly.

"What Big Brother Engong does is the best."

He solved the crisis so easily, and he is really getting smarter and more witty. Mo Ran silently gave himself a drink in his mind, and then got up with a smile under the gaze of Chu Wanning, and went to clean up the unwashed tableware that was still spread on the short table.

It was night, when the ink burned and returned to the room after cleaning up the bath, Chu nightning was sitting by the window, watching the recipes he had studied countless times.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he subconsciously covered the scroll, and it seemed that he really regarded Mo Ran as a competitor. But Mo Ran only thinks this guy is really funny. There are only a few idle books on his bookshelf. There are only two books related to food, one is "Bashu Food Notes" and the other is "Lin'an Diet Notes". What to hide.

However, Chu nightning obviously felt that it was necessary to hide his means, so he turned off the lampstand by the window and looked up at the young man: "Have you washed it?"

Mo Ran nodded with a smile.

Chu nightning nodded briefly to show approval, and by the way, put the book back on the wooden shelf in an inadvertent manner, and then said: "That's good, then I'll wash it."

Mo Ran's smile became more obvious: "Master."

"Huh?" Chu nightning turned back.

Mo Ran seemed to be unsure whether to say it or not, but finally scratched his head and reminded a little embarrassedly: "You have washed it before me... Have you forgotten?"

"..."

When people want to hide something, they are always a little absent-minded, even the famous Big Dipper Immortal Venerable is no exception.

In this embarrassment, Mo Ran looked at him a little funny and a little indulgent, and then leaned over. The position by the window is very small, with a chair and a row of bamboo bookcases, and there is no extra space. The ink burned one hand on the edge of the window, and Chu nightning had no way out.

Chu nightning didn't plan to retire. His righteousness was much better than a few years ago, but he was still not used to being intimate in this kind of place - especially when the character of stepping on Xianjun appeared a few days ago, he was still with that person. Li Yu's paranoia has been entangled here.

Now that he thinks of those pictures, his cheeks are burning hot, so he insists more and more.

Chu nightning said: "No. Go to bed."

Mo Ran's response to him was to come over and hold his cool lips.

I have to say that the things that Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi like in their hearts are actually very similar, but Ta Xianjun expresses it rudely, while Mo Zongshi will be more euphemistic.

But the result is the same.

Before he had time to resist, he was coaxed and pressed by the ink on the lamp hanging chair, and was exactly the same as stepping on the fairy. Master Mo moved his fingers and used the magic breath to urge Shenwu to see the ghost. Binding Chu nightning's hands and legs to the chair.

"Can't you choose a normal place?" Chu nightning almost gritted his teeth.

The ink burned with long eyelashes, and looked a little innocent. He leaned down, raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning's face, and his voice was still very gentle: "I'm afraid you will be tired."

"..."

He is obviously doing something that is inferior to a beast, but it sounds like he has become a girl who is afraid of being abandoned.

Mo Ran's eyes are very serious: "Master, we have only lived together for two years, and there will be a long life in the future. If you are honest in bed every night, you may think that I am boring."

"You are very interesting." Chu nightning stared at him, "Now, let me go."

Mo Ran was also half-kneeling in front of him, staring at him.

"Release." Chu nightning insisted.

It was probably because his eyes were too hard, which hurt the young man's fragile heart, which had already suffered thousands of cuts, and the ink burned down and his long eyelashes suddenly fell, and he did not speak. He looked a little sad, but he mumbled obediently, "Damn, come back."

Liu Teng took it back obediently.

Mo Ran still lowered his head and added another sentence: "I'm sorry."

"..."

When the young man is half-kneeling in front of him, he is much shorter than Chu nightning. When he is not so tall and straight in front of him, Chu nightning is actually very easy to realize that this is a ten-year-old younger than himself, but he chooses everywhere. Tolerate your elders.

He rubbed his wrist that was bound by Liu Teng, but suddenly felt that his tone was too severe.

Chu nightning coughed lightly, and just wanted to say something, he heard the ink burning his head and said silently: "Although I don't really remember what I did when I became a stepping fairy, but I... how much There are always fragmentary impressions.”

Chu nightning rubbed the red mark on his wrist and stopped.

Looking down from top to bottom, the burning eyelashes will appear thicker and longer than other angles, similar to some kind of loyal animal. Chu nightning even felt that at a certain moment, two plush hairs would suddenly emerge from the young man's long hair. ears, then drooped down in frustration.

Along with a fluffy tail that doesn't exist.

"I thought you would like that." Mo Ran said, "But I seem to be wrong."

"..." You are indeed mistaken.

Chu nightning thought silently in his heart.

But he still reached out and touched the young man's head.

This kind of soothing caress made the ink burn finally raise his face, and the handsome and soul-stirring face was soaked in the dim candlelight. The lights were reflected in his dark eyes, and there were two galaxies flickering in the broken image. These eyes are very beautiful, but because of grievances, there is a little red at the end of the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I originally wanted to make you happy."

"..."

"I didn't do it right again. It made you angry."

Chu nightning suddenly felt a little unbearable.

He sighed, and the strength in his hands increased slightly, but the young man became a little puzzled by the rubbing, and he stuck his neck in the same place as still as a rock.

Chu nightning broke him a few times, but still no movement, he couldn't help but said: "Come here."

The young man was slightly startled, and then he half-kneeled and leaned over obediently. Chu nightning took the back of his head, took him over, leaned on his waist, he stroked his soft black hair, and sighed: "Fool."

The lights are still flowing silently. In the quiet room, Chu nightning removed the silk band of his hair, and the long hair was scattered. He didn't care, but raised his hand and covered himself with the white hair band. s eyes. Some things are probably not so shameful if you can't see them.

Mo Ran is sometimes really stupid. He froze for a moment and asked, "What is the teacher doing?"

"..."

Rao is the dim light of the candle, but he can still clearly see the blood rising under the snow-like skin of Chu Wanning and early spring. He bit his lower lip, and the ink burns this person. There is always a way to make him soften in an instant. Instantly hard.

There is almost smoke on the top of Chu nightning's head. If it is not for the silk and silk to cover the eyes, it will reduce the sense of shame, or he will be able to push the ink and slam the door out.

He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to do it, do it, if you don't do it, get out."

Master Mo is an honest man.

He took a moment to be surprised, and a moment to surprise.

For the rest of the good times, he devotedly used it to linger.

The clothes were quickly removed, and the skin was exposed to the cool air at night. Chu nightning covered his eyes and raised his chin subconsciously because he couldn't see everything in front of him.

This is actually very fatal. Under the lotus-white silk is a straight nose bridge, and the soft lines extend down, and people's eyes are directed to his lips.

On weekdays, because Chu nightning's eyes are too bright and too cold, all those who look at him will focus on the two pools of Haoyue ice and snow.

But at this time his eyes were covered, and he lost that majestic aura. So the ink burned logically and found that the lower half of his face was actually very soft, with a face with delicate lines, and very soft, pale pink lips.

Because of the loss of vision, the lips are slightly open unconsciously at the moment, this posture is too much like asking for a kiss. Although Mo Ran was convinced that his master had absolutely no intention of doing this, he still kissed it with kindness.

The layers of teeth were intertwined with wet wetlands, and the movements of his hands did not stop. He took a thin cocoon and stroked Chu Wanning's waist and chest. After the kiss, the breath of both of them was a little short.

The ink burned against his forehead, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Can you?"

The blindfolded man gasped deeply, and the color of his lips became more and more attractive, like a budding begonia, a very tender and thin red.

Chu nightning asked: "What?"

"It's right here, okay?"

"..."

Sometimes Chu nightning will feel that although Mo Zongshi is a decent gentleman, he acts for him everywhere, and never forces him to do things he doesn't like, but in some cases, this kind of "solicitation" is simply better than stepping on Xianjun. The absurdity of his stance would add to his shame.

Chu nightning was a little sullen: "Can you take off my clothes and ask me again?"

"Well..." In the place where Chu nightning couldn't see, the face of the ink burned a little red.

He probably knew that he had asked something superfluous, so he pursed his lips a little embarrassedly. He kissed his master's side face in the past, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

In response to his cold snort.

The ink burned no longer embarrassed him, his eyelashes moved like a butterfly, and the kiss went down all the way, from cheek to neck, to collarbone, to chest...

He can feel that Chu nightning's muscles are very tight, and his arms are unconsciously pinching the side of the chair - he knows that Chu nightning does not like to be played with his chest excessively. Although the scar will not hurt, it can always be It's where he was vulnerable and injured.

So he just kissed lightly at the tip of the nipple, then leaned down and buried himself between Chu nightning's legs.

He raised his head and glanced at the nervous and stiff appearance of Chu Wanning, leaned over, and swept his hot breath on the stem that had raised his head.

Chu nightning's throat is twitching, even if his eyes are covered, he still turns his face in shame.

"what………"

Suddenly, the genitals were caught by the young man, and his wet mouth was wrapped around him. In this darkness, the thorns that had been oral sex seemed particularly strong. It seemed that all the senses were pouring into the lower body. tip.

Chu nightning leaned back slightly, biting his breathless breath.

But no matter how repressed it was, the erection of his genitals was honestly reflected on the young man leaning between his legs. The ink burned and sucked him more and more deeply, and the tip of the tongue was flexibly hitting his bell mouth and stem body. When he pulled away, the moist saliva in the mouth had wet the angry column.

"Brother Engong..."

Chu nightning's face was completely red, and he said in a low voice: "Don't call me that."

Mo Ran smiled softly, his lips were always very close to Chu nightning's genitals, and he could clearly feel the air flow when he spoke.

"Okay." Mo Ran said, "I listen to the master."

I don't know if the title of Shizun is more shameful, or if Big Brother Engong makes him more embarrassed.

But Chu nightning didn't have much time to think, and the wet kisses and licks invaded again. He couldn't see everything in front of him. He could only slightly open his mouth and pant under the silk belt, but he could almost Imagine the posture of burning ink, you can imagine how the tip of the tongue licked himself.

Finally, after a deep throat, he couldn't help reaching out, his fingertips dipped into the black hair that burned with ink, and he shuddered slightly: "Okay, it's okay."

Mo Ran did not intend to listen to him this time.

Chu nightning is a very strong person, even in bed, so he said "it's okay", in fact, it's far from okay.

After the first few lingerings after they retreated, Mo Ran believed his evil, and as a result, Chu nightning was torn apart, and Mo Ran stared at the blood-stained sheets for a long time afterwards.

Since then, he has learned to take Chu nightning's "it's okay" as a deaf ear.

Mo Ran ignored him, but reached out and clasped the other hand of Chu nightning who tried to stop him, held it with him, and then went all the way down, licked at the place of desire, and then went down.

He paused for a while, his dark eyes moistened with lust: "Master, you have to sit further forward, you are like this... I can hardly take care of..."

What he said was very euphemistic, but Chu nightning still felt that smoke was coming from his head.

Mo Ran saw that he didn't move, but he didn't resist, so he let go of his hand, hugged him to the edge of the chair, and then knelt down, Chu nightning's legs were further apart.

This time, licked it, but it was the back point. This thorn was actually bigger than the front. Chu nightning couldn't help but shouted, his neck leaned back, and the back of his head rested on the back of the chair.

He can clearly feel the ink burning and licking himself, moisturizing and invading.

This is really not something that he can accept calmly, but there is a warm flow in his chest, that kind of warmth that is all accepted, every inch is deeply loved and pityed by others, he feels as if he is soaked in the world's most in a warm spring.

When he was held by the ink, Chu nightning felt that his legs were sore and numb because of excessive stimulation. They exchanged positions, and the ink burned on the chair. His genitals were fully erected at this time, and the size of the angry stem was terrifying.

The ink burned the waist of Chu nightning in one hand, and the other hand was still expanding for the man in his arms. When Chu nightning frowned and said "it's okay" for the ninth time tonight, he finally couldn't help laughing. Sound, kissed Chu Wanning's temples.

"it is good……"

No matter how well lubricated it is, it still hurts when being pushed in by such a hard and huge penis.

Chu nightning frowned, his back trembled slightly, and he could clearly feel that the desire to burn the ink was buried inch by inch in his body.

"……what……"

When they were completely compatible, both of them couldn't help groaning.

"Master, does it hurt?"

"...Try it for you?"

Mo Ran didn't speak any more, and he gently began to rhythm. No matter how out of control the depth of excitement might get, this young man was completely different from Stepping Xianjun at the beginning of Huan Ai. He was very forbearing, but his handsome face became more and more sexy because of the restraint of this desire. His genitals were slightly spinning in Chu Wanning's soft and hot body, and he was sucked and wrapped by the intestinal wall. This feeling made him crazy, and he had to do his best to restrain himself, so that he would not immediately put his arms in his arms. People are pushing wildly from bottom to top to have sex.

His chest heaved up and down, his black eyes gleamed like polished gems, lust and heat burned him, sweat dripped down his naked skin, and the room was full of lewd breath.

He was panting, breathing faster and faster.

That kind of small manipulation is almost scratching the itch, although every time he enters very deep, on the sensitive point of Chu Wanning that he is familiar with, the glans are constantly rubbing against it intimately.

"Ah...ah..."

In the ear is the moan that Chu nightning is trying to suppress, but the low overflowing moan, a very slight voice, but hoarse and sexy.

The ink burned almost fascinatedly to find his lips. The wet lips were almost invading and sucking when they were touched, and the frequency of the top down on the side became more and more urgent.

Chu nightning sat on his lap and was almost collapsed by his dense insertion - the ink burned very tenderly, but this tenderness was like a cruel torture. Mo Ran knows him too well. He is constantly being held in the most numb position. It is fast but not violent. It seems that there is a place that is itchy. Falling down is to let the itch keep rising and not be happy.

He was tormented, and there were muffled wheezes and groans in his throat, almost begging, during this tortured manipulation.

He could feel the heat getting hotter behind him, and the intercourse became extremely wet, which made him even more red and red, he wrapped him wetly, and sucked him in the back...

Chu nightning is reluctant and dare not think about it any more.

Fortunately, Mo Ran didn't want to step on Xianjun, and he always liked to hear his habit of crying out of control in bed, or that he had it, but he was not so paranoid.

Mo Ran obviously also felt the gradual adaptation of Chu nightning. The strength of his insertion slowly became fierce, and the hard and hot penis was stabbed from bottom to top, and his hands were lingering and rubbing the buttocks of Chu nightning. , He stared at his lover in the chair, his eyes were affectionate and moist.

"Master, are you comfortable?"

"..."

There is naturally no answer to this kind of question, but Mo Ran can feel the state of Chu nightning from his trembling, his fine moaning and gasping.

He then stabbed it more and more quickly and vigorously, and the love between the two gradually became a little out of control and frenzy. From the initial tenderness, it gradually evolved into sweaty and intense sexual intercourse.

The chair made an unbearable creaking sound under the body, and there was the wet and sticky sound of water when the junction collided. In such an increasingly violent manipulation, Chu nightning finally couldn't bear it, and his waist Soft, the body fits the chest with the ink-burning muscles evenly, slightly squatting the head, the hair is hanging in front of the silk belt, panting: "Slow, slow..."

But at this time, the youth has also indulged in it, and is no longer so obedient.

Such an intense push lasted for a long time, until later, Chu nightning was so directly inserted by his fanatical and obsessed insertion that he was released spasmically, and the semen was smeared in the tight belly of the ink.

At that time, the ink burned up and looked at the man sitting on his lap. The silk belt was already slanted in this intense intercourse, revealing a slightly closed moist phoenix.

The ink burned like he was stimulated. He suddenly hugged his lover who was still soaked in the aftermath of ejaculation and stood up. Because of the change of posture, his genitals suddenly stabbed into the depths, which provoked Chu Wan, who was already a little lax. Ning couldn't help but groaned: "Ah..."

"Master, Wanning...Baby..." He hugged him, kissed him, and the two fell to the couch together. During this process, the burning genitals slipped from Chu Wanning's wet and sultry back hole. out.

Chu nightning's eyes are almost empty, and the man's perception of stimulation will be greater when he releases it. He can feel that he is shamelessly shrinking and longing behind him. He feels uncomfortable because of the sudden slip of his genitals. Breathing heavily, he raised his trembling hand and pulled off the half-loose silk belt.

The pair of slightly raised thin red eyes saw the bottom of the burning heart like this wetly.

The ink burned and scolded, he lifted the man's legs on the bed, and the hard and hot genitals pressed against the back of Chu's late acupuncture. He only pushed it forward, and when he entered the front end, he heard that the person under him was suffering again. Another sigh of relief.

Then he couldn't bear it any longer, and whispered "I'm sorry", he supported Chu Wanning's waist, and the whole genital was inserted fiercely and frantically.

The next copulation is almost wild.

In the depths of infatuation, there is actually no difference between Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi. They are not very rational. They only indulge in eager and hasty thrusts, eager to hear more vague and broken people under them. Moaning and gasping. The two sturdy and well-proportioned bodies on the bed were entangled in the heat, and the ink burned Chu nightning's legs apart, the buttocks kept swaying, and the genitals were quickly sent deep into it.

"Ah...ah..."

Everything was messed up, the dense insertion and the hurricane-like topping made Chu nightning feel like a soul in the river, unable to hold anything or control anything.

Only the obsessed and loving face of the young man in front of him is the only real thing.

Before the ink-burning ejaculation, there will be a particularly fierce and almost crazy pumping, and the last few times are fierce and hot, almost squeezing the sack into the general obsession, followed by a large and powerful stream of semen, so there is no grudge The ground shot in the body of Chu Wanning.

He was so stimulated that even the tips of his toes were shaking slightly, and his eyes were almost out of focus.

"Are you ok?"

After a long time, the ink burned down from the aftermath of the climax, and kissed the sweaty eyebrows, lips, and tip of the nose of Chu Wanning.

"Did it hurt you?"

"Do you like this?"

Chu nightning turned his face sideways, a little tired, but felt his heart was extremely hot. He looked at the sincere and soft face of the young man, the man he once lost, the man who once fell into hell for him, the man who once The cold man beside him.

Now so vividly lingering with him between the pillows.

in front of him.

beside him.

in his body.

He closed his eyes abruptly, and for some reason there was sourness in his throat, but the sweetness in his heart broke out. The sourness and sweetness merged here, making the voice in his throat a little hoarse.

Chu nightning is not good at words, but also a very thin-skinned person.

Don't expect him to answer any questions honestly in bed, so Mo Ran obviously won't get the answers to his stupid questions this time.

But he will get something else.

better one.

Chu nightning raised his face slightly. There was still a strand of sweaty black hair messed up on his forehead, those beautiful eyes looked at the young man's face, then he leaned over and kissed the young man's beautifully shaped lips.

He put his hand on Mo Ran's chest, where there are still scars.

They both have scars on their hearts.

But, everything has passed.

The scar is still there, but it won't hurt anymore.

"……I love you."

Chu nightning whispered, and then it seemed that in order not to let Mo Ran see his embarrassment and blush, he pulled the person down, and the two kissed together again.

This night was the same as before, they did it more than once, and the smoldering stamina that was infused with the power of the demons seemed to be better than before, although he was a little better before.

They were entangled in love in the secluded valley of Nanping, the bed was creaking, Chu nightning was turned over by him, knelt on the bed, and the ink burned from the back to cover his mouth, as if in intercourse In the rhythm of the two, the semen left in Chu Wanning's body was inserted into the white foam, and some sticky and slippery between the legs.

"Late Ning..." During the fanatical sexual intercourse, Chu night Ning was almost absent-minded on the couch, with a few strands of black hair in front of him. He vaguely heard the ink burning behind him calling him, full of love, desire, and infatuation. ,rely.

He wanted to respond, but his voice was hoarse during the several intercourses that night, and he couldn't make much noise.

Chu nightning turned his face like this, and was pressed on the seat to invade. After a while, he saw the burning hand stretched out and covered the back of his hand.

There are deep and fiery breaths in his ears, and the most sexy voice in the world.

He frowned and clearly felt the electric stimulation as the ink burned and gasped and shot the semen into his body again.

He heard the ink burning on the side of his ear, and he was serious, just like this young man in the past two years.

I often say it every year, and it seems like have to say it for a lifetime.

No, not like.

Yes for sure.

Mo Ran said: "Wanning, I love you."

I love you.

From dawn to dawn to dusk.

every day.

For a lifetime.

lifetime.

As for the Mid-Autumn Festival Reunion Banquet......

Although Chu nightning is not good at cooking, his taste is not bad.

After studying for a long time and unable to cook the essentials, and seeing the ink-burning preparation of ingredients to prepare the ingredients to prepare the sauce and marinate the fish, three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu nightning finally gave up the idea of ​​​​doing it yourself.

So there is the opening scene.

Dozens of monsters cultivated from grass and trees are around Chu Wanning, some are responsible for chopping wood, some are responsible for burning fire, some are chopping vegetables, and some are cooking by the side of the pot.

Chu nightning looked at the bubbling soup in the pot, the color and fragrance were quite attractive, and he couldn't help but said to the two little demons who were cooking porridge: "Thank you."

"No need to thank us, we volunteered." The tree spirit girl smiled, "Shenmu Xianjun called us to help, we are too happy."

Chu nightning glanced outside the house and saw that in the distance, the ink burned honestly sitting at the end of the yard, and was seriously chopping a pile of firewood, he had no one to help, sweat dripped down his wheat-colored face, and his clothes Couldn't hide the tight chest muscles and thin waist.

Very good, she is a beauty.

It's a pity that Chu nightning does not pity Xiangxiyu.

Although it is indeed unfair to secretly ask the monsters to help cook the vegetables, but whoever makes the ink burn endlessly tossing people every night, he is also a last resort...

Chu nightning thought like this, put his hands together, closed the kitchen door tightly, and put an enchantment by the way to prevent the ink from burning in. After doing all this, he turned around, returned to the beauty of the plants and trees, and then picked up the written recipe from the photo stand——

"Next, we're going to make squirrel mandarin fish."

The voice of Big Dipper Immortal Venerable could be heard faintly from the kitchen, and occasionally some strange mutterings from the little demons could be heard.

"Who will catch fish?"

The smoke from the cooking spreads out, and people at sunset and dusk have the fragrance of tea, rice, oil, and salt.

In such tranquility and warmth, the cold rain and snow in the deep winter of that year in Nanping Mountain will slowly fade away in memory. Maybe one day, the pain have experienced will become a faint shadow, just like clothes The ink stains on it may not be cleaned once or twice, but as the years go by, the dark shadow will eventually become a gentle and light trace.

Every year from now on, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, it will be the best in the world.

——End of “Return to the Garden”——