Predecessors all over the world

After Mu Tianguang left, most of the fun of the challenge was gone. Feiying thought that she hadn't seen Mu Tianguang for a long time, so she simply gave up the competition and talked to him. Unexpectedly, there were many people with the same idea, and everyone was working on the door. There was a moment of touch at the gate.

"Senior Sister Li, Senior Sister Ran, Senior Sister Wang..." Feiying smiled dryly, "Why are you here? Are you not watching the game?"

Although Li Xintong and others are one level higher than Feiying, their personal disciples are ranked by their masters, and there is no fault in the title of senior sister. Regarding Feiying's questions, they said without changing their faces: "We have some questions about cultivation, I want to come. Please ask Uncle Mu.”

Feiying admired him very much. Even if he was turned away nine out of ten times, his senior sisters still fought repeatedly and never gave up. He was compelling to be determined. Unfortunately, he had a better relationship with his junior uncle and chose to help him block his way. He lobbies sincerely: "My uncle likes purity the most. There are so many of you, and he may refuse to see you. Why don't you come and ask for advice one by one?"

"If Uncle Mu doesn't see you, we will be friendly with Su Wei." The soldiers came to block the enemy, and the water came to cover the earth. They came to work so many times, and their faces had been thickened. Li Xintong said as she stepped out her long legs and walked in. Let's not take it seriously at all.

The little brat wants to stop her? Don’t think about it!

The interception failed, Feiying lamented and followed in with his fate. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the yard, he saw Li Xintong and others stop and looked at each other and asked, "Why is Fellow Su Wei here?"

Through the open window, they saw Yin Miaomiao and Mu Tianguang sitting on the couch by the window. There was a small table between them, with several things on it. In addition to tea and pastries, there were also a few black pieces. The lingering magic weapon is obviously a magical cultivator.

Mu Tianguang lowered his eyes and said nothing, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something. Yin Miaomiao leaned against the small table, relaxed his posture, opened and closed his red lips, and looked like a serious accent.

Although it was strange that they were both behavior, the windows were all open and open. There were magical instruments of magic cultivators on the table, and there was no laughing on the person involved. It was difficult for people to think of any strange place.

Li Xintong hesitated and made the most common sense guess: "Are they talking about the serious business? Will we disturb us..."

"It should be talking about the devil cultivator." Feiying remembered the letter Yin Miaomiao sent to Kong Li, and his tone was firm.

However, is this really the case?

Yes, it was just a quarter of an hour ago.

At that time, they had already exchanged news about the demon cultivator and fell into a confused silence. Yin Miaomiao calmly drank tea and was exhausted. However, Mu Tianguang couldn't help but speak, "When you left the secret realm, you made me think. I've figured it out."

"That's good." She paused deliberately for a while before asking, "So, what is your answer?"

It would be really hard for Mu Tianguang to say something sweet. He hesitated for a long time and only expressed the objective fact: "I treat you differently from others..."

Yin Miaomiao leaned on the side and approached a little. Zhi Yi smiled: "What's the difference?"

He slowly lowered his eyes: "It's different."

"What's different?" She refused to let go and asked persistently.

He had no choice but to say, "Even if they are all skins, I have no love or desire for them."

"I don't believe it." She chuckled softly, "Can you try you?"

He didn't understand the meaning, but soon understood - her hand passed through the gap below the small table and gently placed it on the corner of his clothes that he fell beside him, snow-white and green, heart-warming.

"If you don't refuse, you will assume your agreement." She said, her fingers falling on his legs like light petals.

In an instant, the scene of love that once rushes to the mind, itchy climbs up the spine, and the blood in the body flows quickly because of the little skin touching each other. The heart pounds, and love is like a spider silk knot

Net. He couldn't help but rolled down his Adam's apple, thinking about whether he should push her away, but he was reluctant to let it go, and was confused, forgetting what he had thought about in the past day and night.

At this moment, she exclaimed softly: "Someone is here."

He felt that someone entered his yard and soon walked to the door, and then stopped. There was a barrier in the room that could block the visits of spiritual consciousness and block the sound from flowing out, but it did not intercept the sight.

They could see the scene in the house.

"It seems that the game is over." Her fingertips suddenly flew over his legs, but her tone was calm. "I have been disturbing you for a long time, it's time to say goodbye."

Mu Tianguang frowned and wanted to say something, but she heard her say again: "Your summer in Dongzhou is really hot enough. I have to open the window to sleep at night. If there is another way to cool down.

I don't know when winter will come."

"You..." He seemed to understand what she meant, his eyes were in amazement.

Yin Miaomiao was calm, as if she had just said a very ordinary complaint: "Then I won't disturb you much, please entertain the guests." After that, she put away the magic weapon on the table and pushed the door out as if nothing had happened.

, and even greeted Feiying and others, "Is the game over?"

Feiying said: "It's fast, but sister, why are you..."

"I have something to talk to you, Master Mu, so I avoided others." Yin Miaomiao answered very calmly.

"I know, it must be related to Meiji's affairs." Feiying scratched her ears and cheeks, "Tell me, you all know, Senior Kong also knows, why do you hide it from me?"

Yin Miaomiao smiled and said, "It's not that I just hide it from you, but I still haven't figured it out yet, and I can't explain it clearly."

Feiying was skeptical: "I just don't want to tell me, right?"

"After you formed a pill, I promise to tell you everything and take you with you." She waved her hand, "Aren't you here to find Mu Tianguang? I have something to do, so let's go first."

Li Xintong and several girls did not arouse suspicion and said goodbye to her one after another. When she left, she wanted to use this east wind to ask Mu Tianguang for advice. Anyway, seeing one is meeting, and seeing a few is also meeting: "Uncle Mu, we want to ask for advice...

”

"Bang", the two doors that were originally open suddenly closed, and the person inside said coldly: "No time."

Everyone: "..."

That night, the clouds were faint at night. I saw the bright moon. The cool breeze blew into the small building in the west courtyard. The curtains that dragged the ground floated up, like the wind dancing.

When Mu Tianguang arrived, he saw Yin Miaomiao leaning on the wooden couch, shaking the fan to cool off while closing his eyes and thinking about his thoughts. His bedding trembled slightly, and his skin was as white as frost. When he was silent, he asked: "

Do you have something to say to me?”

"I thought you didn't understand." Yin Miaomiao opened her eyes, raised her ankle and pointed, "Sit down and talk."

Mu Tianguang sat down: "What do you want to say to me?"

"It depends on what you want to say to me." She changed her position, raised her head, and her washed hair scattered on her shoulders, "I'm just joking with you during the day, now I want to ask you well,

Since you figured it out, what are you going to do?"

Mu Tianguang remained silent.

"Talk to you more tactfully, maybe you won't understand." Yin Miaomiao smiled, "Then I won't go around with you anymore. Are you planning to do nothing or do something?"

The word "love" is either killed or followed, and this is the way for a monk.

But he asked, "I have something to do with you, what about you?"

"I will definitely not treat you as good as you." She sat up straight slowly, and the round fan brought a little coolness, "I have experienced too much."

This was expected. Mu Tianguang was not surprised, he just asked, "So what?"

Yin Miaomiao looked at him gently: "I will be very happy to see you, but if I can't see you, I will not feel disappointed."

Mu Tianguang was stunned.

"This is the biggest difference between us. You treat me with deep affection, but I cannot repay the same feelings." Yin Miaomiao stroked the pattern on the round fan and said slowly, "So, if you want to cut off your love,

Of course, it would be better. I will avoid seeing you. There is nothing that cannot be ignored over time. If you don’t want to be as happy as you did in the secret realm, I will be willing to do it too."

The night was quiet and the moonlight was like water. Mu Tianguang looked at her for a while, and asked, "It's not affectionate, at least it's intentional?"

"Which woman in the world can really be unintentional to you and don't see the appearance of those female cultivators?" She patted his arm with a fan and teased, "You are too underestimating yourself."

Mu Tianguang knew what others loved him, but he didn't understand the reason for their heartfelt love. He only felt that they were inexplicable, so he was inevitably cold and indifferent: "They are them, you are you."

The speaker is unintentional, but it is the most beautiful sweet words.

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing and leaned over to look at his eyes like Liuli: "I can't avoid the vulgarity, I'm also an ordinary person."

He frowned and said lightly after a long time, "That's intentional."

"Yeah, I'm interested in you, so what?"

He said, "It's enough."

"Enough?"

"Those who practice swords should be better off without worries, so I originally wanted to cut off the thread of love, but I just had a thought, which was really difficult to do." He said quietly, "Now, since I have feelings, you also have intentions, then...

It’s okay if you don’t kill.”

It is okay not to behead.

If someone else said this, he would be very worthy of beating, but if Mu Tianguang was the one who heard it, the hearts of people would be melted. Yin Miaomiao's lips raised, and there was a pleasant smile in his eyebrows and eyes: "You."

"What's wrong?" He didn't know what beautiful things he said, and he thought he was speechless and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"It's becoming more and more likeable." She said, leaning over and kissing.

His lips were thin and cool, like the smell of the first snow in winter. It melted away by the touch of her temperature, turning into gurgling spring water, sweet and cool, moistening the dry lips and teeth.

After a long separation, happiness is inevitable.

The cold bedding slipped down, the snow-white silk fan was abandoned, the ink-colored hair scratched the skin, making itchy and unstoppable. The ambiguous sound echoed in the small building and dissipated with the wind.

On a hot summer night, the Milky Way reflected in his eyes.

When Dongfang was white, Yin Miaomiao pushed him out of bed: "It's time for you to go back."

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

She leaned lazily on the pillow: "I'm afraid of death. If someone sees me, I won't think about being purified. Do you think I'm not doing enough?"

He said concisely: "Don't care about others."

"I'm here to visit your sect, not to cause trouble." She said, "The day of the demon cultivator is coming is approaching, so don't make trouble. Don't underestimate people's jealousy."

Mu Tianguang was silent for a while and followed her: "Okay."

"Don't worry, there is nothing I've done that I've never dared to recognize." She leaned on his shoulder and teased, "When I leave, don't care what others think?"

He said lightly: "Leave me alone to deal with it?"

"I'm not afraid, I'll take you with me." She said seriously, "Is that okay?"

"Okay." The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The author has something to say: Ahhhh, I finally wrote about the affair, it’s a thief!

Congratulations to the male guest No. 4 for successfully holding hands. Although we still have to split in the end, we are currently reborn.

Love or something, let's talk about it~~

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