Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Luo Huafeng.

As Jiang Zhuoan walked on the stone steps, an inexplicable heat suddenly rose from his lower abdomen, causing sweat to break out on his forehead and making his limbs feel weak.

This is not right!

The technique he practices is of a cold nature, so according to common sense, there shouldn't be such a weird feeling of heat.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his chaotic mind - it was Shen Ke.

It was the cup of tea that Shen Ke handed him!

Jiang Zhuoan wiped the sweat from his face and leaned against the stone wall with one hand, panting. The sweat on his body had completely wet his clothes, making his steps a little heavy.

He took a breath and continued to hold on to the stone wall, his consciousness a little blurry.

"Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord."

A charming female voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the smell of powder mixed with the cold wind blew towards Jiang Zhuo'an, causing him to frown and even take a few steps back.

Salty sweat slipped from his forehead, soaking his eyes and making his vision blurry. He could only vaguely identify the person in front of him as a female Jiao'e.

"Stay away from me." Jiang Zhuoan's breathing was still heavy. He clenched his palms tightly and let his nails dig into his flesh, using the stinging pain to regain his weak sanity.

"Immortal Lord, your condition looks very bad." Qingdai took a step forward with worry in her eyes.

She has long admired Heng'an Immortal Lord in her heart, but she has been suffering from being unable to meet him and confess her love.

Now her father told her that as long as she passed by Luohua Peak tonight, she would have a chance to meet Heng'an Immortal Lord, and she might even get married to him.

Although she roughly guessed her father's plan, she could not overcome her admiration for the Immortal Lord, and she was still willing to take risks even though she knew it was a trap.

After all... this is her only chance to get close to Heng'an Immortal Lord.

"Don't come near me!"

Jiang Zhuo'an fell to the ground almost in embarrassment. He clutched the white clothes on his body helplessly. He looked like an ignorant child. His eyes were blank and his delicate and indifferent face was full of tears.

"Aning..." He muttered a person's name pitifully. Because of his abnormal body, he hugged his knees in fear and covered his face.

Qingdai has never seen the Immortal Lord in such a miserable state. The Immortal Lord she has seen has always been a reviled immortal who is aloof and does not allow others to desecrate him. The Immortal Lord is so indifferent and ruthless that people naturally feel a sense of distance, so she admires him.

But now, what she sees is just a pitiful person who is being plotted against, and a pitiful person who is deeply involved in feelings.

"You're a good girl, but he's not right for you."

A cold hand suddenly placed on her shoulder, startling her.

"Who are you?" Qingdai tried to keep her voice steady and asked him.

"Me?" The man behind him sighed and sighed in a low voice: "Maybe... I'm not a bad person!"

Before Qingdai could ask him, she felt a pain in her neck, and then she lost consciousness.

Yan Qingning gathered her and the other girls hiding on Luohua Peak, half-crouched in front of Jiang Zhuo'an, raised his chin with her hook, and said helplessly: "Master, why haven't you seen me in just one day? Have you become so embarrassed?"

"Aning..." His voice was hoarse due to the drugs, and it felt sticky like a coquettish one.

Tsk...that's terrible!

Yan Qingning subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, fearing that uncontrollable nosebleeds would come out again.

Jiang Zhuo'an carefully put his face close to his palm, and his tear-stained face was full of begging: "Aning, don't let me go... okay?"

"I was really fooled by the medicine." Yan Qingning patted his head angrily, roughly wiping away the tears hanging at the end of his eyes, holding his face against her forehead, and said in a muffled voice: "Obviously You have been rejecting me all this time, you have been rejecting me, why are you still asking me?"

"I like..." His eyes were in chaos, except when he looked at Yan Qingning, there was a faint light: "I like Aning the most... really... like the most... like it very much... like it very much... "

"You are delirious now, and nothing you say can be taken seriously." Yan Qingning obviously didn't believe him. She pressed his lips with her fingertips and lowered her eyes and said, "Master, just think of it as satisfying your disciple's unrealistic desires." Delusions, let me temporarily feel that these are true!"

Jiang Zhuo'an wanted to explain, but his confused mind didn't know how to speak. He just instinctively felt that the person in front of him was sad.

And he... didn't want to make the person in front of him sad.

Yan Qingning held his face, leaned over and pressed a light kiss.

"Master, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Jiang Zhuo'an blinked and stared at him in confusion for a while, then flattened his lips in frustration: "Three inches below the navel, it's swollen, swollen and painful."

"Then, disciple, take Master back to Huafeng, and then disciple, can you help Master with his treatment?" Yan Qingning comforted him with a gentle voice, gently rubbing his hair like a small animal.

Jiang Zhuo'an nodded vaguely and put his hand on his shoulder: "...Okay."

He always seemed to have an inexplicable trust in Yan Qingning, like a memory engraved in his bones.

Jiang Zhuo'an is so good now that Yan Qingning feels a little guilty just for kissing him.

After finally arriving at Luohua Peak, Jiang Zhuoan's clothes had been torn apart by himself, and Yan Qingning's clothes were also messed up a lot.

Yan Qingning pressed him on the stone bed, kissed him without any rules, and her cold fingers gradually slid down his neck...

An important part was suddenly grabbed, making Jiang Zhuoan subconsciously grab his arm and murmured vaguely: "Your hands... are so cold."

"Don't you like it?" Yan Qingning pinched it harshly, deliberately getting close to his ear.

"I like it..." Jiang Zhuo'an responded softly and rubbed his neck: "I like Aning very much..."

"really like……"

Yan Qingning pulled off his belt, hugged him and turned over, "I really lost to you..."

In the end, he was still unwilling to let Jiang Zhuoan suffer. He endured the pain alone and took advantage of the situation to teach Jiang Zhuoan relevant things in this regard.

Even though he was seriously injured and knew little about the love between fish and water, he used the clumsiest way to teach Jiang Zhuoan how to love.

They continued to mess around like this until dawn, until the wound on Yan Qingning's body burst again.

The smell of heather was mixed with the smell of blood, and the two people with completely opposite paths were mixed together in the filth at this moment...