long night walk

Chapter 432

It's not just Poppi, when she was ignorant when she was a child, he provoked him a few times, each time saying that she would take a ruler and break her legs, and imprison her in a quiet room for self-reflection, and never let her out again.

Every time she showed a look of fear, in fact, she was secretly looking forward to it.

Because he spent most of his day practicing alone in a quiet room.

never let it out again...

What an extravagant punishment.

But every time...he was just talking.

She knew that he was actually reluctant.

After all, a master who waited for her to ask her to find out where her knots were, and then pretended to be unintentional, but in fact patiently and gently unraveled her knots one by one, was the one she loved so much.

Feng Luo was speechless.

He was very tired, and put the willow leaves that he had been playing with for a long time on the green silk, this time he really fell asleep.

Ah Rao thinks that green leaf is very beautiful, just like her master.

Undeterred, she slowly stood up from the spring water, and carefully picked off the green leaf with slightly wet fingertips.

Do not worry about it.

It's just a green leaf, even if she doesn't take it, it will be stolen by those unintentional breezes who don't know how to cherish it.

That being the case, it would be better for her to pick and hide for a lifetime.

She looked at Qingye and Master's peaceful face that were getting closer and closer, and for a moment she couldn't tell which one she wanted to pick and hide.

His fingertips finally touched the green leaf.

She slowly closed her eyes, suppressing the beauty in her heart.

That's all.

Don't be greedy.

She who once lost everything knows that if she is greedy in her heart, those things that do not belong to her will become sand between her fingers.

Just collect one leaf.

patter.

The sky did not know when it fell a torrential rain.

The rain quickly soaked the clothes and hair of the two of them, she suddenly opened her eyes, and was about to raise her hand to form a barrier to stop the rain.

a raindrop...

It just happened to run along the hair on his forehead, moistening his breath and touching her fingertips, it was slightly cold and cold.

She lowered her head slightly, looked at her fingertips, and slowly drew a thin pale line from her lips.

The cold rain mixed with his breath, like a newly brewed poison.

Or it could be said that the man in front of her who is close at hand but must never be picked off is her poison, which has been absorbed in the deadly place for a long time, and there is no cure for it.

slow down.

Don't be greedy.

Don't be greedy...

But how can we not be greedy!

How can the heart fire be stopped by the rain.

Fang Geyu saw the unconcealable darkness and madness floating in her eyes, and felt startled.

"Master?" She drew a beautiful spin on the green leaf in her hand, then disappeared, and then whispered.

She knew that if he was awake, he would respond.

There was peace by the spring.

She also knew that his master's daily sleep time was very short, only one hour, so every time he fell asleep, it was very heavy, especially when he fell asleep when he was tired, and it was difficult to wake up except for the sound of thunder.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but thank Master for his strict father.

The willow catkins flicked in the rain, and the sound of thousands of leaves shattered the hazy sky that filled the pond.

The green silk was loose and loose, and was tightly wrapped and held by her slightly sweaty hands. Ah Rao carefully but boldly leaned forward, and her soft and thin lips fell between the corners of his eyes.

"Master..." His lips brushed against the corners of his eyes, fell on his ear, and whispered softly: "If you don't speak, this disciple will continue to piss off Master..."

It's completely different from the Poppi just now, but now the word "Popi" is full of pink and ambiguous meanings.

When she didn't get a response, she narrowed her eyes dangerously, and then easily occupied his lips.

The fingertips on the green sleeves suddenly tightened, and one could see the momentary world-shattering and great satisfaction in her heart.

From the careful probing at the beginning, the gentleness to the bone, to the uncontrollable suppression later, it was just a dispute with the moment.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The tired bird returns to the forest, and its crowing disturbs the sound of the rain.

She was very happy, and after licking the corner of Master's lips, she slowly separated from him.

Ah Rao stretched her waist very satisfied and satisfied, and was about to squeeze the formula to get rid of the wetness on Master Shizun's body, when her eyes froze suddenly.

On the surface of the cold spring that was disturbed by the rain, at some point, there was a tall reflection standing with an umbrella.

Yun Rong looked calmly at the enchanting woman on the other side of the spring.

The reason why she is enchanting is not only because she looks enchanting, but also because she is not wearing any clothes at the moment.

The body soaked by the rain was extremely white and beautiful, like a jade stone dazzled by the light of the sky, and her dark curly hair stuck to her bare shoulders and slender back, black and white but extremely alluring.

So, very enchanting.

But this enchanting woman has no color on her face at this moment.

Yun Rong was holding a green bamboo bone umbrella and carrying a three-layer food box in her hand. She looked at the wetness on Ah Rao's lips, like two tender petals just exposed to dew, and then turned her eyes to look at her sword master husband Wei Weiwei. With red and swollen lips, he nodded calmly and said, "I'm here to deliver meals."

Fang Geyu was so speechless that he didn't have any thoughts.

The witch A Rao didn't answer.

She silently picked up the clothes on the bluestone, dressed neatly and meticulously, but in front of Yunrong, she was dignified and more like a qualified disciple, with no disrespect or coquettishness in her eyes.

She knelt on the ground, allowing the wet mud to stain her dirty dress: "The disciple sees his wife."

Fang Geyu thought to himself, at this time, the heroine who appeared at the end will definitely raise the corners of her eyes with a sneer and sneer, and say: "Master? You also know that I am your master?"

Never thought that this Yunrong is really different, the first sentence she uttered was: "How is Ah Rao's wound recovery?"

Is now the time to care about your wounds?

The stiffness in Witch Ah Rao's eyes dissipated little by little, but her face was still pale, and she responded, "I'm fine."

Yun Rong is very generous: "Get up."

Then she really got up.

Both of them didn't mention the matter of talent.

Yunrong's posture is so good that it can be called "generous and decent".

Ah Rao's attitude was so good that it was called "honest and honest".

The teacher's wife Yunrong crossed the spring in the rain, and completed the unfinished water-avoiding spell for Ah Rao, steaming the water on her husband's body, and blocking the rain from the sky.

She stood under the tree, silent for a moment, the atmosphere was subtly awkward.

The rain came and went quickly.

There is a clear and moist breath in the forest.

Yunrong put away the umbrella, and stretched out a palm towards Ah Rao.

Ah Rao's heart suddenly seemed to be tightened by a slender and sharp thread, and the pain was extremely painful: "Master...do you like Liu Ye too?"

Yun Rong was startled, puzzled and said: "Liu Ye?"

A Rao's heart was immediately put into her stomach, her heart was indeed worthy of Jian Chi Yunrong, as expected, in her eyes, picking leaves was just as simple as picking leaves.

How can a person who is not in the mood to love understand this.

She rejoiced feebly, and realized what she was asking for, so she dried the wet green silk and water with Taoism and handed it to her.

Yun Rong squatted down, covered the green silk between the man's eyes again, and stretched out her hand to carefully brush off the messy clothes on his body.

After doing this, she squatted on the ground, staring at her husband's red lips in a daze for a while, and she, whose Dao heart was as firm as a rock, also felt a little dazed for a while.

She is obsessed with swordsmanship, and doesn't care much about other things. As the wife of the suzerain, she encounters some troublesome and trivial things that are difficult to deal with on weekdays. She just casually mentions them to her husband, and his husband can arrange them perfectly proper.

But now, can she still bring up this matter with her husband?

Why did no one tell her when she got married that being a teacher's wife is such a headache?
Sure enough, there are many trivial matters in the world, and it is not as simple as a sword.

Just when she really didn't know how to deal with this matter, her family's little disciple who had been silent for a long time finally spoke up: "Master."

Yun Rongxin said, are you trying to defend yourself?

But I saw clearly just now, it is impossible for Jianxiu's eyes to have illusions.

But since you want to explain a thing or two, then I'll just listen to the sermon.

If the excuse is reasonable, she will not make it difficult.

After all, this is his most beloved disciple.

"The disciple secretly kissed the master just now."

How can you be so honest! ! !

Yunrong: "..."

"Just now the disciple even secretly rubbed Master's waist, and it feels good."

Do you want to tell her how you feel? !
It's too much! ! !

I really don’t want to teach you this little thing.

"The disciple knew he was wrong."

Yunrong: "???"

Admitting your mistake so quickly?
She was suddenly helpless.

"So..." Ah Rao was blunt and angry: "Can I ask Master Mistress to pretend that she didn't see it?"

Even Yun Rong, who was indifferent, had his breath stuck in his throat for a while and couldn't swallow it.

She had never seen such a brazen person.

Ah Rao was very sincere again: "I really know that I made a mistake, and I won't do it again next time."

Yun Rong thought about it carefully, although it seemed that her request sounded very rude, but it seemed that there was no better solution other than this.

She rubbed the center of her brows and said, "After the injury is healed, go back and copy the meditation formula a hundred times."

"Yes, Mistress."

(End of this chapter)