It’s Not Easy Being a Master

The people around him breathed calmly, as if they had done something that was not uncommon, and there were no waves at all, but they surprised the person who sent the invitation.

The bed was quite spacious. The two lay down side by side with two punches left in the middle. Shen Zhixian froze for a while before returning to God and pulling half of the quilt.

The person who hadn't talked or moved since lying down finally got a little reaction, put a little horn on the lower abdomen, slightly tilted his head, and whispered softly: "Good night at the age."

"Good night." Shen Zhixian replied subconsciously, looking at the other side and closing his eyes. He forced his movements calmly, straightened his sleeping position, and closed his eyes.

The drowsiness was gone. He closed his eyes and couldn't sleep anymore.

In the dark, you can't see anything, and other feelings are magnified countless times. Shen Zhixian could clearly feel the warmth emanating from Yan Jin next to him, making him colder, he could not help but develop an impulse to approach.

Well, calm down and go to bed. In the end, Yan Jin is still an individual. I haven't slept properly for so many days. It is normal to want to take a good rest today.

He slaps himself in the quilt, sets his own concentration, dispels distracted thoughts, and sleeps for a long time, finally ...

Finding myself still unable to sleep.

Want to roll over, roll, cold, roll quilt.

However, He Yanjin is not far away. If he rolls the quilt, he must affect Yan Jin.

After so long, Yan Jin should fall asleep ... Shen Zhixian tangled for a long time, finally couldn't help it, and moved carefully.

His movements were already light and light, but still shocked Yan Jin. When a low-sounding "year-old" sounded, Shen Zhixian froze and apologized, "I still woke you ..."

"I'm not asleep." Yan Jin said, in the dimness, he turned his head to the side, the spiritual power gathered around his eyes, and he easily captured Shen Zhixian's quilt tightly. He asked, "You feel cold at the age?"

"Okay ..." Shen Zhixian said vaguely, shrinking into the bed again. He was afraid that the cold constitution was caused by a heartache, and the chill was born from the inside. In fact, no matter how many quilts were covered, he just had no other way. When he felt cold, he wanted to roll the quilt subconsciously.

In the dark, he couldn't see Yan Jin's ears turning red, and only heard Yan Jin calmly ask him, "Would you like to hug me?"

what?

His tone was so calm, completely Yan Jin's style, that after saying such words, Shen Zhixian did not respond for a moment, even suspecting that he had heard it wrong, and repeated it in doubt: "Hug?"

The man next to him moved, and the next moment, the young man leaned over and hugged him quickly across the quilt, then quickly retracted, and then calmly said, "That's it, hug."

The warm breath was fleeting. Shen Zhixian tried to restrain her urge to reach out and keep the warmth. She coughed uncomfortably, knowing that Yan Jin should not be able to see clearly in the darkness, or still glare at him: "What do you do ! "

Yan Jin was silent for a while, and whispered softly, "I used to fall asleep, and someone held me like this ..."

before.

Shen Zhixian thought about it and asked, "Is it before you worshiped Qing Yunzong?"

"Ok."

"Dear relative?"

"No." Yan Jin denied it decisively and paused before continuing: "It's a very important person."

"Ah." Shen Zhixian almost immediately remembered his excitement when he first met Yan Jin in the inn. He always thought that Yan Jin had mistaken him, and regarded him as another "see you".

At that age, Yan Jin was a person who could not be described as "important", so until now, Yan Jin would never forget.

Never forget.

Based on Yan Jin's indifferent attitude, he can get Yan Jin's gentle treatment at the moment, and most of them are stained with that old age.

Shen Zhixian shrank his chin into the bed, and his voice was a little stuffy: "Have you said that you were all alone when you worshiped Qingyun, didn't he accompany you?"

This time Yan Jin didn't speak for a long time, long after Shen Zhixuan closed her eyes and started to sleepy, she whispered: "I lost him ... he lost me ..."

His voice was too low, and Shen Zhixian was not so clear anymore, he didn't hear clearly, and struggled to ask: "What ..."

Yan Jin said: "Sleep."

In the dark, he stared quietly at Shen Zhixian, watching him finally fall asleep, and fell asleep, before sighing inaudibly.

"But I will find him this time, see you." He murmured, stretched out his hand, and covered Shen Zhixian's face in vain. As long as he pressed down a little, he could touch the fair-skinned jade. Skin, but he didn't.

He lifted his finger slightly, so it was suspended, he tried to touch and shrink, his eyes carefully and seriously traced Shen Zhixian's face over and over again, as if deeply carved in his mind.

Perhaps his palm was too warm, and Shen Zhixian felt comfortable warmth. When he moved it, he bumped into his hand, and unknowingly choked.

Yan Jin's hand was stiff, and an absurd sense of familiarity suddenly surged into his heart, telling him to be at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously retracted his hand quickly. His expression was uncertain, looking at Shen Zhixian, and his breath was rushing unconsciously. a bit.

Suddenly the warmth on her face left, Shen Zhixian moved unhappyly, her eyebrows raised slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yan Jin couldn't help but held her breath, watching Shen Zhixuan just closed her eyes, lost her quilt horns in confusion, and fell asleep peacefully, then she gradually slowed down, but she dared not do anything anymore. So he called up a warm little white mang.

Xiao Baimang staggered into the duvet, arched, and half of it came out from Shen Zhixian's body. It was grinded, and finally he formed a mass on the upper part of his chest, quietly still. Already.

Shen Zhixian was also satisfied, he was cuddling with the warm little white awn, and his eyebrows were faintly softened with faint light, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.

...

As the mystery is about to open, more and more people are in the city these days.

The three of them have also discussed the matter of entering a secret realm. Duan Ye and Yan Jin naturally wanted to try it. After all, opportunities are rare, so Shen Zhixuan's stay became a problem.

Duan Jundao: "Danger in the secret place, the old brother has no spiritual power and does not understand the magic ..."

"I'll wait for you outside." Shen Zhixian promised very readily, almost without hesitation.

Duan Ye doubted him, and laughed: "Noisy here, if the old brother wants to go somewhere else, that's fine, just leave us a message."

"Well, okay." Shen Zhixian still responded with a smile, shaking the folding fan slowly and leisurely.

Yan Jin was keenly aware that something was wrong. He silently glanced at his master, and was extremely skeptical of his words.

Duan Zhengcai spent a few days with Shen Zhixian, but he didn't know him, but he knew his master very well. If Shen Zhixian didn't want to enter the secret place, he should have proposed to leave, and he always didn't like this kind of messy place.

But Shen Zhixian insisted that he should wait outside, never mentioning that he also wanted to go in. With his innocent appearance, Yan Jin was not good at asking—of course, even if he asked, he could not ask anything.

The mystery has completely emerged, suspended in the air, hidden in a cloud of white mist, faintly like a mansion.

The aura fluctuations around it became more and more obvious. This was a sign that the mystery was about to open. Many Xianxiu simply did not return to the inn, and stood there in groups day and night.

After waiting for a few days like this, the mystery finally quietly sprayed a cloud of white mist in countless expectations-it finally opened.

The excited immortals immediately rushed forward, the white mist was the opening of the mystery, and some immortals stood in it and disappeared after a while. They were allowed to successfully enter the mystery, and some immortals Xiu stood there for a long time without any movement, and was finally pushed away by a mass of white mist.

After Duan Ye and Shen Zhixian bid farewell for a while, they also tried it. Bai Wu wrapped her up, and after a short time, they disappeared in front of everyone.

The heroine went in, and the heroine should start, but ...

Shen Zhixian tilted her head to look at Yan Jin. This person has been standing beside him since the beginning of the mystery, motionless, it seems that there is no meaning in the past.

"Why not go?"

He was still waiting for Yan Jin to get in quickly, so he followed it quietly to try!

Yan Jin's eyes came calmly. Somehow, Shen Zhixian felt a jump in his heart, as if his hidden Xiao Jiu Jiu had been seen through. He unfolded the folding fan calmly and swayed, urging: "Come on and wait for you to go in, I should go back to sleep."

The mystery was opened at dawn. Shen Zhixian got up early and yawned drowsily when he woke up. Now this reason for urging sounds reasonable.

He refused to say anything, Yan Jin looked down and asked straightforwardly, "Do you want to go in together when you are old?"

Shen Zhixian swung the fan, and smiled casually: "I am an ordinary person, forget it ..."

"..." Yan Jin stopped talking, so she looked at him indefinitely, her eyes were dark, and she could not see any emotion.

Shen Zhixian just stared at the back like a needle, and gradually felt guilty, as if he had done something sorry for Yan Jin. He sighed and finally couldn't stand it. Are waiting here to stop him.

"Okay, okay, I just want to try it ... If you don't feel right, I won't try it, and go back to the inn to sleep."

As soon as he closed the folding fan, he was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around and stepped up, his wrists were fastened.

Yan Jin slowly grasped the slender wrist and gently pulled Shen Zhixuan back to her side.

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard and was taken aback. He took a step back and bumped into Yan Jin. He was supported by his other hand and put on his waist a little, and then stood firm.

"what are you doing--"

The words stopped languidly, because Yan Jin was in his ear, and finally resigned a bit, helplessly, "Master."

The author has something to say: Crab Xiaokuo's mines: less than you x1, Chen Dashuai x1, Rem.x1;

Crab Xiaokuo's nutrient solution: less than you x20; Wo Qimingheng Suibende x10; black eyes x3, Chunjiang Huayueye x3, Lin Lin Lin Tong x1

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