How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 498 The most important thing is that the world can\'t keep it, Zhu Yan speaks from the mirror, flowers and trees

   Chapter 498 is the most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (59)

   "Life."

   Wen Xien called out.

   Hearing the sound, he turned around and called out aggrievedly: "Senior brother."

  Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying, her eyes were slightly cold, she waved at Pingsheng: "Go back."

  Although he didn't want to leave in his life, he also knew that staying here would only make his senior brother more embarrassed. He first glanced at Wen Xien, and when he saw the other party's eyes were lowered and he was indifferent, he could only leave first.

  There are only two people left, their eyes are looking at each other, dark waves are surging. After staring at each other for a long time, Yue Ying stretched out his long arms and grabbed the opponent's waist, directly pressing his shoulders, and pressing the person heavily against the tree.

   Wen Xien's back rested on the rough tree trunk, his waist and shoulders were severely suppressed by a pair of powerful hands, and there was pain in the bones.

She didn't feel really flustered, but the unresolved discomfort made her scalp numb, and the frost and snow in her eyebrows almost froze. Condensed on Yue Ying's face.

  Yue Ying's eyes gradually became scarlet, and he licked his dry lips.

  Wen Xien heard Yue Ying's tired voice, hoarse and weak, with a thick nasal voice, which seemed to be mixed with pitiful grievances and choking.

   He said, "Why didn't you tell me when you were leaving?"

   When he didn't see the monk, he was full of anger and resentment, thinking about how to punish the monk if he saw it, let her know the consequences of doing wrong things, and make her dare not do it again in the future.

   But when he actually saw the monk, the overwhelming grievance came out in an instant.

  Yue Yinglai lay on Wen Xien's body and refused to leave, the hot breath seemed to burn people.

  Wen Xien was under his weight and was crushed embarrassingly, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What do you want?"

  Yue Ying raised his face from the side of Wen Xien's neck, looked at Wen Xien's unbearable indifferent expression, and felt dissatisfied, and asked sarcastically, "This is the way the master treats guests? Shouldn't I be invited to sit in?"

  Wen Xien looked at him coldly and said, "let me go first, and I'll take you in."

   "Really? I'm afraid Master will run away if I let go. What should I do then?" Yue Ying looked directly at Wen Xien, the smile on the corner of his lips gradually spread, but his hands did not loosen at all.

  Wen Xien's face was almost transparent, and he asked him, "Why did I lie to you?"

   "Who knows, the master monks don't slander, I hope the master will not run around as you said."

  Yue Ying let go of Wen Xien, took advantage of the situation to touch her side neck, and laughed lightly: "It's so slippery."

  Wen Xien couldn't tell whether he was angry or unhappy, and immediately got out and left the moment Yue Ying let go, and walked towards the house.

Wen Xien didn't walk fast, and his steps were not hurried. It was quite a leisurely walk, which made Yue Ying suddenly have an inexplicable glare, as if he came or not, it was the same for the monk, and it didn't have any impact on the monk. .

  Yue Ying walked slowly behind Wen Xien, the slender white back swaying in front of him not far or near.

  The flexible waist was hidden in the wide robe, Yue Ying remembered the touch of his hand at that time, and how the long and white legs were like a beautiful and emotional scenery.

  Although time has passed for a long time, the feelings left behind are already engraved in my bones. Every time I think about it for a little bit in the middle of the night, I will reveal a numb pleasure in my bones.

   Wen Xien stopped at the door of the cabin, suddenly turned sideways and looked back at Yue Ying, who was a few steps away from him.

  Yue Ying also looked into her eyes, Wen Xien was scalded by the strong **** inside, and immediately withdrew his eyes.

The man behind    laughed lowly, Wen Xien's expression became more and more indifferent.

The inside of the    wooden house is very shabby, which can be considered very shabby for Yue Ying. As long as he thinks of such an immortal character living in such a crappy place, he gets annoyed for a while.

   The person he holds at the top of his heart, the unattainable person, how can he live in such a place with grievances, his eyes are dirty.

  Yue Ying became more and more determined to take Wen Xien away.

  Wen Xien ignored Yue Ying's cold breath, sat calmly on the wooden bench, and looked at Yue Ying quietly.

   "You live in a place like this?"

  Yue Ying's voice was low, with hidden anger.

  Wen Xien replied yes, Yue Ying's expression became even more gloomy, he said bitterly: "Has Yonghe'an reached such a level that there is no decent wing?"

   Wen Xien didn't know why he was suddenly angry again, but Wen Xien also knew Yue Ying's moody character, so he didn't take his ugly words to heart.

   "The poor monk made a mistake, I thought about it here."

  Although this is the case, Yue Ying's face is still very ugly, and he thinks that a monk with such an old-fashioned and charitable character can make a big mistake?

   What made him even more angry was that the monk was indifferent to himself, just like a piece of wood.

  The room was very quiet, and the faint breathing sound was amplified and rang in the ears of the two of them. Yue Ying leaned over, and when he bowed his head, a few strands of hair fell and scattered on Wen Xien's shoulders.

  The two were so close that Wen Xien could even smell the dusty smell on Yue Ying's body, and the slight fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on the mountain on the front of his clothes.

   Her gaze fell on Yue Ying's protruding and sharp Adam's apple, which slid up and down, as if swallowing, and then heard Yue Ying speak in a low voice:

   "When you look at me, you have nothing to say to me. I came all the way to see you, but I'm not happy."

   How could he be happy? Only he knows what kind of dirty mind Yue Ying has. When he says such words, he is not afraid to flash his tongue.

   Wen Xien's expression didn't change, so he said lightly, "My relationship with Young Master Yue is broken, it's better to meet less often."

   There was a warm temperature on his face, Wen Xien felt that there seemed to be a layer of sweat on his neck, and his face was hot, and he wanted to avoid Yue Ying's imprisonment.

   But she didn't want to move, and the other party's hand pressed directly on the back of her neck.

  Yue Ying lowered his body again, the shadow almost closed Wen Xien's whole body tightly, the tip of his nose was hanging in front of Wen Xien, and their interlaced breaths faintly fell on each other's lips.

   This is an overly intimate and dangerous distance, Wen Xien was expressionless, waiting for his next violation.

Yue Ying gently touched her forehead, her voice almost in her throat, and she said warmly: "How could our fate be broken when you say it is broken, I don't think it is broken, so I have to find you. "

   Before Wen Xien could react, Yue Ying suddenly got closer, and his warm lips touched the corners of Wen Xien's pale lips, and they parted.

   (end of this chapter)