Ji Yan was speechless.

It's been a long time to see, how can anyone say such things so confidently? Is the attitude of serious couples talking? Ji Yan felt that he should reflect on whether he was too stupid and sweet to let this dog man eat himself to death.

But when Yin Xuezhuo said this, her tone was serious, as if she was just stating a fact, and even worried about her in her tone, really didn't want to see her cry.

Ji Yan couldn't help refuting: "I'm not so crying."

Yin Xue scratched the corners of her lips, lowered her eyelashes, and looked at her seriously, "Yanyan loves to cry, I treat you badly, I treat you well these few days, but you love to cry more."

Ji Yan: "???"

He described her as a crying hypocritical little Bailian, who didn't save her a bit of face, which was different from what she thought.

She felt that this was slander, but her heartbeat speeded up unconsciously, her cheeks burned, and subconsciously, there was a piercing anger into anger.

It was as if Cao Si was exposed and he saw the weakness.

"No way!" Ji Yan bit her lip, widened her eyes a little angrily, raised her voice, and didn't know how to refute him. Facing his confident expression, she stammered for a few words, the more she said it, the less confident she was. , The more I think about it, the more angry I get, and I don’t know what I am angry about.

Her mouth collapsed, and she felt a sore nose again.

It’s over, I just wanted to say that I don’t like crying, but now I can’t help it because Bai Lianhua’s people can’t get rid of it. What is wrong with her? Ji Yan wanted to lower his head to cover up, but he lifted his chin again. stand up.

Yin Xuezhuo leaned over, her face close to her.

He could see her slightly swollen eye contours, and around her dark eyeballs, there were also some clearly visible bloodshot eyes, hidden behind a piece of crystal water, with a drop of tears on her eyelashes, which made me feel pity.

This is actually a very aggressive posture, but when he does it, he reveals a gentle and cautious gesture.

He said, "Look, cry again."

Ji Yan:? ? ? Damn, you talk about it!

Ji Yan was agitated by his words and held back his tears abruptly. The tears did not fall alive. He stared at him dryly, and he laughed again, as if he was in a great mood.

"Yanyan has grievances in her heart, that's why she loves to cry. Yanyan only cries to me, because I am the only person who makes you close and can let you put down the shelf." His gaze moved down and fell on her lips. , Seems to want to kiss, but still barely restrained because of physical reasons.

His hand followed the corner of her lips and reached the back of her neck, his fingers slightly pierced into her hair, pressing her neck, in a gesture of wanting to hold her in his arms.

Ji Yan was also slightly silent when he said the thoughts in the center. He did not resist his movements for a while. He was pressed into his arms, his neck was gently leaning against his neck, it was a mandarin duck crossing his neck to death and lingering. posture.

He didn't want to admit it anymore, but he still saw her through. He was so sensitive Yin Xuezhuo that he could not tolerate the slightest indifference of the world towards him, nor would he ignore her hidden dependence on him.

If she didn't regard him as the closest person, why did she make her temper?

If she didn't understand that he cares about her tears, why would she cry?

The girl is crying, she is only in front of the person who hurts herself, otherwise she would not even be qualified to cry, and the world would not care whether she was crying or laughing, and what she wanted.

Only he indulged and favored, just as she let him vent the hatred in her heart before, he also let her express her grievances.

Yin Xuezhuo was too tall, so he bent over to indulge, Ji Yan leaned against his neck and closed his eyes slightly.

Thinking of all the past, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently hugged him back.

Yin Xuezhuo's waist was thin, and she couldn't help but compare her waist with her arms.

Who knows this hug, like a switch turned on, Ji Yan's feet were hung in the air, and he was hugged face-to-face. She screamed, and Yin Xuezhuo turned around, seeming to be looking for the bed. In a flash Remembering that there is no bed here, I simply brushed off all the dishes on the table and put her on the table to sit down.

Even if she was sitting on the table, she was not as tall as Yin Xuezhuo, but he wouldn't bend down so hard, and he could express his excitement better.

Yin Xuezhuo leaned forward slightly, put her hands on the backs of her hands, and supported them on the desktops on both sides of her, enclosing her within her own territory.

Ji Yan couldn't turn his hand back, couldn't move forward or back, his eyes widened.

His eyes became more and more gloomy, like a thick ink that couldn't be removed, more difficult to watch than the night, and emotions were hidden in it, and it was quickly surging.

He stared at her lips, the excitement and impulse in his eyes seemed to be uncontrollable, as long as he crossed that barrier, it was the smoke in front of him.

Trapped in the body, but still smoke.

Ji Yan was nervous when he saw him. This was the look he had never shown, like a wolf and a tiger, but also full of irritability and eagerness. At this moment, she even felt that he was going to eat herself and couldn't help but remind. "This is Mu Yunyao's..."

Before he could finish speaking, he leaned in, and no matter how she resisted, she closed her eyes subconsciously.

I closed my eyes for a long time, but didn't feel anything.

She was not kissed forcibly, and she didn't act more excessively, completely unlike her brain filled.

"Yeah." Someone said to her ear tirelessly: "If you don't touch Mu Yunyao, I will only marry Yanyan."

"..." His voice was dumb, but Ji Yan heard the joke in it and opened his eyes.

He just leaned close to her, slowly smelling from top to bottom, like a puppy smelling the smell of a familiar owner.

He was feeling the smell of smoke.

In fact, this posture is also very ashamed. Although there is no touch, there is a hint of shame. The distance of one inch is the greatest courtesy that can be tolerated. He is separated from the void. At this moment, even Ji Yan himself feels that this obstructive body It doesn't exist anymore, as if all he saw was this faint soul.

He was struggling with the real her.

She felt soft, and suddenly called him softly, "Shining."

He paused, and the whole person froze. The head that had been lowered was raised again, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. "Say it again, okay?"

She didn't cooperate again this time, and she pressed her lips and said nothing.

Yin Xuezhuo knew the taste of the marrow, and became more addicted. She insisted on screaming and coaxed tirelessly. Ji Yan was forced by him to do nothing. This time he yelled, but the name was called "Yin Xuezhuo."

Yin Xuezhuo: "It's called Zhuozhuo."

"Smelly man."

"It's burning."

"Bastard!"

"It's burning." He showed aggrieved expression again, "call again."

"Big..." The words in her throat turned abruptly, "Big Burning."

He lifted the corners of his lips, smiled so that the corners of his eyebrows were shining, and imitated her calling: "Xiaoyanyan."

Ji Yan: "..." What's the matter with this inexplicable shame.

Her heart, which had been silent for many years, suddenly came to life again, and there was a smile that she hadn't noticed hidden in her crescent-like apricot eyes.

Mu Kangning said that he had dealt with it as soon as possible and returned to accompany his daughter, but as the lord of the city, he did not come back.

The quiet attic became two separate places to live together. Yin Xuezhuo gave all the servants and guards a spell. Now they are just unconscious puppets, still doing their own things methodically, but when they wake up, they won’t Some people remember that Yin Xuezhuo appeared.

Ji Yan didn't know, she was picked up by him and walked into the bedroom, and struggling to say: "They are all innocent, don't kill."

Yin Xuezhuo paused in her footsteps and quickly returned to normal. After taking her back to her boudoir, she raised her hand to remove the luxurious hairpin from her head, and her long dark hair covered her cheeks.

She added: "They treat me very well."

Yin Xuezhuo looked at her and suddenly said, "No one in this world treats you better or more sincerely than me."

"I used to kill people like a numb, but I have been willing to stop for you, but you don't seem to believe it."

However, the future is long.

The changes he made for her, time will tell, he may have been anxious for temporary gains and losses in the past, so he has always been impulsive and brave enough to get hurt easily.

Now, one hundred years, he has seen through a lot of things, and the last thing he lacks is time.

Yin Xuezhuo raised his hand, and the black air in his palm suddenly condensed into a silver-white oil lamp. The lamp floated in the air, lit by the spiritual fire at his fingertips, and the cold wind blowing from the wide sleeves gently beating with flames. Twice.

Ji Yan turned his head and looked at the lamp, curiously asked: "What is this?"

She doesn't know what this is, but if Mu Kangning sees it, she's afraid that she will be shocked.

This is the Enlightenment.

Using the spirit lamp as a medium to perform soul-reading, you can watch the memory carried by any soul, which is the least harmful way to the soul.

What burns on the wick is spiritual fire, while the oil is not an ordinary spiritual object, but a human cultivation base.

In this world, people who can afford the Enlightenment must be people with endless cultivation bases. There are only a handful of people in the world. Yin Xuezhuo, as the world's top powerhouse, is not afraid of these at all. Any hesitation, such a big handwriting, is enough to convince the monks in the world.

Yin Xuezhuo didn't explain this to her, he did not like to explain this kind of thing. Ji Yan vaguely guessed something was wrong, and just about to question, she felt sleepy in a flash, and she didn't even have time to buffer. She swayed and fell into his arms.

Yin Xuezhuo laid her flat, cut her index finger with his nail, and cut his own blood again.

The wounds joined and the blood melted, Yin Xuezhuo's spiritual power rushed to Ji Yan, and his divine consciousness shuttled into the deepest point along the spiritual power, and found this group of fragile souls belonging to Ji Yan.

Countless unfamiliar scenes poured into my mind, like a stormy sea, scenes of her past, gradually unfolding in front of him.

Everything he accidentally missed, if possible, he didn't want to miss a single bit.

He wanted to see what she had experienced over the years.