Quick Travel】Gods spend time with me

The system cat immediately closed its mouth.

Su Youmiao looked at Ling Xuanyou, "Yes."

Ling Xuanyou grabbed his wrist and tied a red rope for him.

After tying it, Ling Xuanyou looked at him with an expectant look.

The system meows from the sidelines.

[Wow!The Son of the Plane has a sense of ceremony!]

Su Youmiben didn't want to refuse, picked up the red rope and tied it to him.

Ling Xuanyou looked at Su Youmi, who lowered his head to tie a red rope for him, his heart throbbed slightly, and he involuntarily raised his hand and touched his face.

The action of tying the red rope was slightly paused, but he didn't say anything.

Ling Xuanyu restrained himself and only touched it lightly.

After the red rope was tied, the marriage tree shook its huge body, as if blessing the two.

In the dark, Ling Xuanyu felt that there was a mysterious and mysterious connection between him and his dreams, and he could vaguely feel his dreams.

For example, at this moment, Su Yu Yu is still calm, even cold.

It was as if nothing could cause a change in his mood.

The only thing that connects the two is the red rope in their hands, and once the red rope is cut, it means that their relationship is broken.

Ling Xuan thought to himself in a daze.

The marriage tree slowly disappeared, revealing a huge cold pool behind it.

There is a biting cold air on the cold pool, which is wrapped in a rich aura that condenses into an entity, but the edge of the cold pool is a barren, the surface is cracked, and there are countless pits, forming a strong contrast.

"Let's go. It

seemed that after tying the red rope, Ling Xuanyou untied some shackles, and with a natural expression, he took his hand and walked towards the cold pool.

Again, the system makes a sound.

But

if you look closely, you will find that Ling Xuanyou's calm expression has a hint of imperceptible nervousness, and he even looks at Su Youyu from time to time with the corner of his eye.

As expected, Su Youmiao did not resist and walked along with his movements.

The two walked into the cold pool together.

The red rope tied to the hands of the two seemed to feel something, and moved slightly, and an inexplicable aura circulated throughout the space.

But neither of them was aware of it.

Although Ling Xuanyou was holding Su Youmi's hand, he didn't dare to interlock his ten fingers at all, and only dared to pinch his two fingers, which could be said to be a little cowardly.

Su Youmiao glanced at him, and felt that this way of holding hands was very similar to pulling a child.

The two of them sat cross-legged together in the cold pool, which was not deep, and even if they sat down, it was only a little up to their waists.

Ling Xuanyou let go of his hand at this time.

"Ah You, when I was healing you before, I found that you had a dark wound in your body, did anyone hurt you?" he asked softly, lowering his eyebrows.

Su Youmiao looked at him and said unhurriedly in the sound of the system's "oh huo".

"A... Unfamiliar enemies.

Ling Xuanyou frowned: "Who is it?can you tell me?"

[Yes, you are you, you are you!]

Ignoring the inexplicably excited system on the side, Su Youyu said, "Wait for the secret realm."

Ling Xuanyou paused slightly, "Okay." "

Out of the secret realm, can they still have a relationship

? Or is it out of the secret realm, will Su Youmiao still remember him?

He didn't know.

But he wanted to leave his figure in the eyes of that man.

After the small talk, the two closed their eyes and began to practice the exercises.

A majestic aura vortex appeared on the heads of the two of them, and the special aura in the cold pool began to merge into their bodies, and the inexplicable aura was also released little by little.

A trace of broken golden light overflowed from Ling Xuan's heart, and the shattered spirit under his body could be faintly seen.

Time just passed quietly.

Su Youmiao didn't know when he opened his eyes, and a pair of indifferent eyes looked at Ling Xuanyou quietly.

To be precise, it was the spirit that looked at him through his body.

After an hour, the golden light on Ling Xuanyou's body stopped overflowing, and Su Youyu suddenly stood up, walked to his side and sat down cross-legged.

The two auras gradually fused, and more than half of the aura poured into Ling Xuanyu's body like a tide, helping him nourish his shattered divine soul.

Gradually, I felt a period of fatigue and slowly fell asleep.

His head rested lightly on Ling Xuanyou's shoulder, but Ling Xuanyou didn't feel it.

An inexplicable aura swept over in an instant, becoming ambiguous and confused.

The red rope on the hands of the two of them became more and more vivid, as if they had absorbed some nutrients.

Ling Xuanyou opened his eyes in a haze, his mind was in chaos, he had no time to think about what he was doing, only instinct remained.

He felt that there seemed to be someone sitting next to him, and the familiar breath made him feel nostalgic, and subconsciously reached out and hugged it in his arms.

Before the system could make a shocked sound, it was instantly locked up in a small dark room.

When it comes to something that you can't see or hear, the system will be blocked.

Ling Xuanyou only felt that his body was heating up, and the burning sensation all over his body made him extremely uncomfortable, and he just wanted to find something cold to relieve himself.

The person he was holding was clearly breathing, but it unexpectedly relieved his heat, although it was only temporary.

Su Youmiao was held in his arms, his eyes were closed, but his breath became unstable and his body temperature was rising.

In his sleep, his temperament softened a little, and he obediently let Ling Xuanyou's movements.

Ling Xuanyou took a few breaths slightly, and held the person in his arms for a few minutes, but his heart began to heat slightly, burning his reason again.

He couldn't help but raise his chin and kiss it indiscriminately, but when he kissed his face, he moved his lips slightly and kissed the lips accurately.

Hot, soft, impulsive, momentarily occupied his mind.

He had never experienced such a bliss.

Ling Xuanyou held his long-cherished face in both hands, deeply obsessed.

After the kiss, Ling Xuanyou's breath was completely disordered, his chest rose and fell violently, and he could no longer maintain the only reason left.

He only knew that he had to hold the person in his arms tightly and never let go.

Ling Xuanyou's trembling hand rested on his belt.

Fingers tugged at each other.

There was no doubt that Ling Xuanyou was an extremely good swordsmith and an extremely good sword-wielding monk.

He knew that forging a sword should be done step by step, and that it must not be done in one step, as that would only make the sword flawed.

So he first prepared the materials he needed and began to feel them with his fingers over and over again, in order to forge the most perfect sword.

The sword was preliminarily formed, he checked it with his fingers again, and began to make the final preparations, and after a single operation, his sword was cast.

Then he began to prepare the scabbard, which was the most delicate and important, and he needed to feel it little by little.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his face, and the scabbard was finally finished, and now the scabbard was the most suitable for the sword, just waiting for him to put it into the sheath.

Ling Xuanyou sighed slightly, grasped the sword, and gently put the sword into the scabbard.

Sure enough, the sword fit perfectly with the scabbard.