The little boy didn't stay quiet for long.

Jiang Zheliu slept in the arms of the Taoist companion, and got a rest time to relieve fatigue. When he woke up, the light rain outside had stopped.

The air was filled with a faint scent of grass.

Ling Xiaojian was reintroduced into the body. Although his pregnancy reaction was strong, it was not too repulsive, so the mastery of this saber could still be controlled freely.

Wen Renye rubbed his waist for a long time, and the numb muscles had regained their sense of touch. It's just that the cub in the stomach has been sending information continuously, like a chatterbox.

"There is still a day or two to go to Lanruo Temple." Wen Renye said, "When you regain the escape method, you and I don't need to travel like this."

"You don't seem to be saying what you mean, obviously you like carriages." Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and was pulled by the little devil to sit up, a little pressed to the place where the redness and swelling had not disappeared, and when he sat up, he suddenly realized that it was put inside. thing.

Jiang Zheliu grabbed the opponent's wrist in an instant, closed his eyes and slowed down, before maintaining a stable posture, feeling that a slippery, small thing was squeezed deeper.

"...what is it?"

His voice has not recovered yet, the sentence is soft and hoarse, and the ending is a little empty.

Wenren hugged him in the middle of the night, asked the other party to put the weight on him, and then said sincerely: "Yaoyu."

"...Where did it come from?"

"Collected with the secret scriptures of Shuangxiu." Wen Renye's eyes brightened, and he lowered his head and kissed him, "There's nothing wrong with this, right?"

Jiang Zheliu regretted taking back Ling Xiaojian, and even if he couldn't hurt the other party now, he would stab him to vent his anger.

"You," he jumped out a word, the rest of the words were bitten between his teeth, and he didn't say it for a long time. After a while, he took a deep breath, and then grabbed the other's wrist and said, "Can you weigh it? Weigh the depths.”

Wen Renye looked at him and listened to the advice seriously.

"How do you want me to take it out?" Jiang Zheliu had a headache, "Put it so deep, do you want to send this thing to meet the cub?"

"It can melt." The little devil is very sincere, "The material is not ordinary jade, you can rest assured."

He added another sentence: "I tore the inside of it yesterday, I'm afraid you will always hurt, so..."

Jiang Zheliu really lost his temper when he heard it, but he didn't want to pay attention to him, so he was alone. Not only does this slippery piece of Yaoyu have a strange foreign body sensation, but even his body is too sensitive because of this, even the clothes of very good material make him feel a little worn...

……Um?

He reacted.

A man's chest, no matter how rough the clothes and sensitive skin are, won't hurt a little.

Jiang Zheliu didn't say anything, but calmly glanced at the cub in the lower abdomen, and soon realized that this was also a special sign of pregnancy, but it was too subtle to detect.

In the past celestial spirit bodies, it is not that no **** have been born, but they have not recorded these, perhaps because it is too difficult to explain. Even Jiang Ziliu, who was in a calm and stress-free state of mind, was embarrassed and embarrassed in the face of this kind of thing.

You can't tell the little devil, otherwise he will "have to see".

But soon, Wen Renye didn't want him to shut himself up. The other party couldn't refuse to come over to rub him, Zi Mo looked straight at him, and even tried to kiss him, which was more clingy than a three-month-old kitten.

It's just that Lord Mozun is not soft enough, and it is hard to hug him. In Wen Renye's heart, maybe Jiang Ziliu is the "three-month milk cat", which makes people unable to bear the desire to hug and kiss.

"Don't be upset." Wen Renye whispered into his ear, "If you don't, you'll be in pain for a few days."

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and pinched his face, tugging at the deep and handsome cheeks of Lord Mozun, and said, "I see that you are getting more and more independent."

"I'm being nice to you!" The little devil pouted, and then he was snarled, "Would you rather be in pain for several days?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zheliu was embarrassed for him, "Long memory, sleep in separate beds."

Wen Renye stayed for a while, thinking of the cruel and terrifying thing of sleeping in separate beds, and felt that he had encountered a great crisis of marriage and love in his life, he held Jiang Ziliu's hand and said, "Don't you like this? "

Jiang Zheliu was irritated and unhappy about his body sensitivity, so naturally he wouldn't tell the truth, but looked at him blankly.

Lord Mozun's bone tail curled up, pitifully rolled into a ball.

"Then are you just accommodating me?" Wen Renye asked in a low tone.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and before he could speak, he was suddenly hugged by the other party. His waist had no strength, and this time, it suddenly hit the wall behind him.

The jade melted, and the body-healing ointment repaired his wounds, working gradually.

Jiang Ziliu took a deep breath.

It was only a small piece of medicinal jade, but it still made him feel uncomfortable, and the end of his eyes suddenly turned red. He couldn't help but use a light cough to cover up the uneven breath in his throat, trying to regain his normal sense of proportion.

"Zhe Liu," Wen Renye pressed against his forehead, "If you don't like it..."

Jiang Zheliu waited for him to say the next sentence, ready to make amends, don't tease his lover too much. As a result, I heard the next sentence from the beast opposite:

"...We come a few more times, and you'll like it."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Go away."

Wen Renye's expectations were in vain, and his heart was really like this, and then he said obediently: "Okay, get out now."

He got up and moved his body away, and just as he was about to think of another way, he glanced at the other's wet eyelashes and reddened eyes.

Not right.

Lord Mozun's keen sense of smell suddenly flared up, he reached over, held Jiang Zheliu's side cheek, and looked at the other party's black eyes.

"Zhe Liu..." Wen Renye swallowed, not knowing where to ask, the other hand casually pressed the other's shoulder and slid down the shoulder.

This is actually a very familiar, and not out of the ordinary move. But his palm suddenly touched the place where he couldn't write in detail through the clothes, and he suddenly became out of line.

Jiang Zheliu's mind immediately burned.

He held Wen Renye's hand and pulled it down, lowered his head and buried himself in the other's arms, not wanting Wen Renye to see his performance at the moment. In any case, as a same-sex, he still feels very ashamed to have such an unwanted symptom.

Reproduction is very great, and life is very noble. What makes him feel ashamed is not the birth itself, but his deep-rooted senior thinking. When showing weakness in front of young people, he feels very ashamed and ashamed.

There are not many places that can offend Jiang Ziliu's self-esteem, this is one.

Wen Renye was also panicked. He didn't realize what was going on, but he felt that the other party was a little strange. Under the worry, he didn't think that it was a side effect of having a baby, but he kissed his hair on the top and coaxed in a low voice. : "You take care of me, tell me, what's wrong?"

This answer is indescribable.

Wen Renye didn't get a response, so he was even more worried. He hugged the other party in his arms, changed his posture, reached out and touched it again, thinking that the other party was in pain.

Pain, indeed, but not in the traditional sense.

Wen Renye touched the other's chest, but he didn't notice it at first, until a little protruded against his palm, and he suddenly stopped.

The breath of the other party can no longer be heard, fragmented and chaotic.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and wrapped one arm around the opponent's neck. Still not looking at him, he closed his eyes and said dumbly, "Understood?"

Wen Renye was still stunned, and replied blankly, without daring to move his hand, stammered: "...this, this is..."

He was rubbed against the palm of his hand by that little tip, and felt that, judging from Jiang Ziliu's body temperature, the temperature here had reached an unacceptable level, and it was a bit warm.

When his mind was disconnected, he raised his finger and pinched it.

"...Hiss, you...!"

Jiang Zheliu's voice was strange, unbelievably hoarse, even with some whimpering emphasis, and his breath was disjointed.

He can be **** to death by the little devil.

Wen Ren suddenly woke up at night, and with hindsight, he realized what shameless thing he had just done, and then he became stupid and panicked: "This... this, the demon women have never mentioned it. Ah, no, does the Celestial Body also advocate breastfeeding?"

"..."

"...Parents, I'm sorry."

The little devil's tail came close, shameless but strong-willed to hook his legs, and he would not let go, so as not to let Xiao Liushu sleep in a separate bed with him.

Wen Renye consciously said something wrong, so obediently rubbed against the other party with the magic horn, and asked him in a low voice, "What should I do? I, I will rub it for you?"

Jiang Ziliu really didn't want to pay attention to him.

According to his own speculation, it should only be the self-change of the physique after the birth of the month, and it has nothing to do with the cub of which race he has guessed. Maybe this physique will be there, just to prepare for feeding.

Wen Renye asked, while leaning over to smell the aroma on his body, he felt that the mushy brain was seduced to the point that there was no IQ left. His little fangs are a little itchy, and he asks without thinking, "I'll give you... lick?"

Jiang Zheliu couldn't bear it any longer, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar and pulled him down, and said in a hoarse tone, "If you can't do anything, just shut up."

Wen Renye met Dao Lv's moist and slightly bright ink eyes, looked at his red eyes and trembling voice, his heart was pounding uncontrollably, and the first love that made people irrational and dizzying climbed up again.

"...Are you going to endure it until it doesn't hurt?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak, she retracted into the bed and turned over.

He is obviously in good health, but every time he completes double cultivation with Taoist companions, he has to "linger on the bed", which is unspeakably miserable.

Wen Renye rested next to him uneasily, reached out to play with the other person's cold long hair, played with the ends of the hair for a while, then absentmindedly tied a small braid to him, and whispered, "Is it because Yaoyu is too slippery? Now, it stimulates the body to trigger it to appear?"

The other party was silent.

Wen Renye was even more uneasy, always feeling that Xiao Liushu was thinking about how to break up with him.

He dawdled against each other and whispered, "There is... that..."

Not to mention Jiang Zheliu, he couldn't say it, but he only had Xiao Liushu's only first love, and the experience was all derived from the other party.

How could he ask whether his same-sex Taoist partner would rise... What the hell! This is too unbelievable!

Wen Renye thought about it for a long time, closed his mouth in depression, tied Jiang Ziliu's hair with a bow, and reluctantly said: "How can you suffer so much for a ball, can you still beat it now? When are you ignoring me... Zhe Liu? Are you asleep? Why don't I go back and ask other demons...?"

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

It's really that he's not ashamed enough.

Why was he moved by his sincerity and affection when he picked up the Taoist companion, what did he talk about...