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Looking at the blood overflowing from her fingers, and the slightest pain, Yan Xiaomo frowned tightly and gasped. Pinshu.com

Yan Xiaomo glanced at the fairy grass complainingly, but she didn't expect that there was such a hurtful spirit grass in this fairy garden.

"What's wrong with your hand, little Benzhu?" Xuanyuan Jing's voice sounded behind him, and the original frivolous tone was gone, and only heaviness remained.

"Cut by the spirit grass." Yan Xiaomo looked at the person behind him helplessly, and looked at the wound on his hand, only to see that a small wound had been bleeding, and bright red blood dripped on the spirit grass.

Soon, the blood was absorbed by the spirit grass, and the speed was so fast that Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why was it so careless?"

Although Xuanyuan Jing was reproachful, he did not mean to blame, and even his tone was worried.

Yan Xiaomo's heart was touched, but the next scene made Yan Xiaomo blush.

I saw Xuanyuan Jing take her injured finger in one mouthful, he sucked her finger, and the finger came with a feeling of being crispy and numb, this feeling spread to Yan Xiaomo's cranial nerves, his face turned red unconsciously, and he wanted to pull out his finger in shame, but Xuanyuan Jing grabbed her wrist tightly, and her fingers were always sucked by Xuanyuan Jing.

Half of Xuanyuan Jing's index finger, which was as white as jade, was held in Xuanyuan Jing's mouth, and Yan Xiaomo felt the warm tongue licking and licking her wounds, which made Yan Xiaomo tremble slightly.

Zhuang Zhou saw this scene through the ethereal mirror, his brown eyes were even colder, the hand behind him was tightly twisted into a fist, and his chest was suddenly full of pain.

I closed my eyes and let away the emotions that I shouldn't have.

It's just that once some emotions are engraved in the mind, the more you don't think about it, the easier it is to remember and linger.

With Xuanyuan Jing's help, Yan Xiaomo found the fairy grass she needed, and the wound on her finger was originally sucked by Xuanyuan Jing like this, and even the wound disappeared and was intact.

Although I don't know what's going on, Yan Xiaomo doesn't delve into it, this is the world of cultivating immortals, what can't happen?

After putting away the spirit grass, Yan Xiaomo went back, Xuanyuan Jing did not continue to follow Yan Xiaomo, only said that he would give her a gift on the day of her birthday.

Hearing the gift, Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but shiver, although this master is a little romantic, but he doesn't look like that kind of person!

It's just that who can guarantee that he won't attack her in order to increase his cultivation?

Back in Zhuang Zhou's hall, Yan Xiaomo felt that there was almost no temperature in the entire hall, and Zhuang Zhou was meditating.

Yan Xiaomo hesitated for a while before she mustered up the courage to say to Zhuang Zhou: "Master, I picked the herbs back." ”

In these days together, Zhuang Zhou's favorability towards her has reached seventy points, and the previous likes have been a little more.

"Come here" Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes, his brown eyes were shining, but with a faint coldness.

I hadn't seen Zhuang Zhou like this for a long time, and Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but wonder for a moment.

He took two steps forward and stopped one step away from Zhuang Zhou, still holding the herbs in his hand.

Zhuang Zhou slowly stood up, exuding a sense of oppression all over his body.

Looking at Zhuang Zhou's expressionless appearance, his heart couldn't help but be a little afraid, he lowered his head weakly, and thought of the scene in the fairy garden in his mind, and his face turned red.

How can I feel like I've been caught cheating?

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