Fairy, please let me explain

Chapter 527 Night

Inside the wing, one can hear the heartbeat.

Because of his drunkenness, Xu Yuanfang really thought that the girl in front of him was what he saw in his dream, but the delicate warmth made him immediately realize that everything in front of him was real.

Facts have proved that no matter how cold the ice cube is, it will be warm after you get it.

Because of the convenience of movement, Ran Qingmo has never been in the habit of wearing silk clothes. The material of the ink clothes on his body is a composite fabric unique to Jianzong. It doesn't feel good to the touch, but even so, through the ink clothes, Xu Yuan put his hands on the girl's waist. You can still feel the softness of its lower waistline with your palms.

Of course, it's really cold.

The feeling of being locked by Ran Qingmo's Dao Yun was not pleasant, and Xu Yuan felt as if he might die suddenly at any time.

Even with his eyes closed, Xu Yuan's spiritual vision allowed Xu Yuan to clearly feel the slightly vigilant gaze of the big Bing Tuozi in front of him moving back and forth on his face, and following his gaze, there was also the feeling that had permeated every person in the room. The Tao Yun in the corner.

Xu Yuan tried to figure out what had just happened.

He could understand that he was fragmented. He was holding his breath when he was drunk. He was not surprised that he had slipped on the snow in the yard and it was the straw that broke the camel's back. But he really didn't understand why he slipped and fell inexplicably. He even didn't understand why Ran Qingmo would appear in his room when he was broken.

She asked about his engagement with the princess named Wu Yuan and why he didn't want to see her, but after hearing a soft word, she felt a little happy inexplicably.

He was mostly really drunk.

If she gets stressed, this girl will really draw her sword and kill someone.

The nausea and dizziness caused by drunkenness made Xu Yuan subconsciously hug the girl in front of him tighter. The warmth from his hands gave him a sense of down-to-earth peace of mind.

But Xu Yuan has been exposed to it so many times before, and it shouldn't be counted through clothes.
Xu Yuan felt that he was going to succeed.

The two of them were lying on the bed opposite each other, and the rustling of clothes sounded in the quiet room. Xu Yuan very affectionately buried his head into Ran Qingmo's collarbone wrapped in ink.

"I miss you."

"Rustling."

Without spiritual vision, with his body-melting cultivation level, let alone detecting Dao Yun of Da Bing Tuozi, he would probably have been caught by her as soon as he sensed her state.

Xu Yuan didn't think Ran Qingmo was flirting.

Previously in Shengshan County, Ran Qingmo cut off the roof with a sword.

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After his drunkenness was temporarily suppressed by the momentary fright, Xu Yuan's thoughts started to circulate again and he immediately calmed down.

"Uh-huh?"

He sensed that the girl in front of him was getting ready to go.

The scent of sandalwood in the room accompanied by the fragrance around the girl's neck had just reached the tip of his nose. Xu Yuan noticed that the body of the big ice lump in his arms had begun to tremble slightly. His beautiful eyes were blinking, he pursed his lips nervously, and his jade hands gently pressed against his chest.

Da Bingtuozi is different from the rational breast-wrapped princess, and even more different from the washboard saint who knows how to measure.

"What's wrong with you? Xu Yuan."

Chaotic thoughts spread in his heart, and Xu Yuan suddenly realized that he was thinking too far.

No matter what kind of woman she is, no matter how disgusted she is when facing a drunk man, her tolerance will be greatly improved.

Anyone who has ever been drunk knows that after closing your eyes, the whole person feels like being thrown into a drum washing machine, and the surrounding space keeps spinning and swaying.

The confusion after drunkenness made his thoughts become almost single-threaded. He could only think about one thing, not the consequences, nor other trivial matters, nor the aftermath of the big ice lump in front of him. Will kill people.

However, Xu Yuan didn't lack these two points, so he didn't panic at all.

Hearing the sudden sound, Ran Qingmo trembled like a frightened rabbit. After regaining consciousness, he quickly dismissed Dao Yun from his hands and asked in a low voice:

A crisp sound of bones rubbing together replaced the sound of clothes.

The cold Tao Yun gradually dissipated with this small burst of joy.

The mistress said that girls’ bodies should not be touched by men at will, especially their breasts.

At this moment, Xu Yuan sincerely felt that spiritual vision was really a good thing.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan murmured unconsciously:
"Ran Qingmo"

After hearing the gentle words, Ran Qingmo's watery eyes widened instantly, blinking at the man's sleeping face.

Of course, there may be some reasons for this, as well as some factors for favorability.

Looking at the man in front of him who had almost buried his head on his chest, Ran Qingmo pursed his lips slightly, hesitated again and raised his hand to gently hug his head.

She actually had many things she wanted to ask Xu Yuan.

But soon, Xu Yuan regretted it.

He tightened his grip around the girl's waist, and before she could react, Xu Yuan murmured softly:
"I am cold"

For a moment, in the dim Prime Minister's Mansion, there were only some intoxicated murmurs and the rustle of clothes rubbing against the bed, until...
"click"

When her fingertips touched her chest, strands of blue frost gradually spread.

Xu Yuan thought it was the old man who did it, but he had no evidence and didn't understand why he did it.

The century-old magic sword brew has great stamina. Even though Ran Qingmo's cold Dao Yun forced him to speak, his drunkenness continued to rise.

It's like there is an invisible hand controlling everything in front of you.

His past life experience told him that drunkenness was his protective color.

Ran Qingmo's quiet eyes looked at Xu Yuan in front of her angrily, and a small hand grabbed his wrist that was wandering around her body.

She tried hard to control her strength, but it wasn't too hard, but there was still a slight clicking sound from Xu Yuan's wrist.

It seems to be broken.

Being drunk made the pain come slowly, but the obstruction in his movements made Xu Yuan subconsciously raise his eyes to look at the girl in his arms.

The dark eyes were still clear, but at the moment there was a hint of anger.

After returning to the Sword Sect, the master's wife told her many, many things between men and women in the boudoir, and also talked about many, many methods that men would use to cheat women's bodies.

Ran Qingmo remembered all of this honestly.

Even when he was angry, Ran Qingmo's voice was still as quiet as ice:

"Xu Yuan. You're not cold, are you?"

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The cold voice broke the silence in the room, and the drunkenness in Xu Yuan's eyes gradually dissipated.

He looked at Ran Qingmo, and Ran Qingmo looked at him.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan nodded gently to the girl in his arms:

"Ah."

"Then you're not drunk either?"

"I must be a little drunk, but I'm still conscious."

"Oh"

Ran Qingmo responded and asked seriously: "Then why do you want to act?"

The words fell silent, the cold wind howled outside, and the falling snow brought ice to the world, but there was only warmth on the bed.

The two were very close and she looked at him waiting for his answer.

Xu Yuan's narrow eyes drooped slightly, and he said softly on his lips:
"I just miss you. Don't pretend to be drunk or act like I'm afraid you will leave directly."

The soft words fell slowly, only the sparks from the incense burner flickered in the room, and her grip on his wrist unconsciously relaxed.

Ran Qingmo didn't look away and thought seriously:
"That's all I won't leave."

"Really?" Xu Yuan looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Ran Qingmo nodded slightly, his long eyes still filled with seriousness, and he said seriously:
"But you can't keep touching me."

"why?"

"I have a strange feeling in my heart."

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The straightforward words made Xu Yuan stunned for a moment, but then the warmth in his heart slowly spread and he pondered for a moment:
"Is it okay to just hold you?"

"hold me."

Ran Qingmo's beautiful eyes blinked, as if she was thinking about it. After a while, she said softly: "You can only hold me."

"Well, I want to sleep."

"it is good"

After a rustling, Ran Qingmo turned over on the bed, turned his back to Xu Yuan, silently took his hand and put it on his waist, and then said softly:
"You can only hold me like this, Xu Yuan." "Yeah, okay."

The words fell silent.

The snowy night passed little by little with the warmth in the room. Just when Xu Yuan was about to fall asleep due to his drunkenness, the murmur of the big ice cube in his arms interrupted his sleep:

"Xu Yuan, are you asleep?"

"Um, no, what's wrong?" Xu Yuan replied softly.

Ran Qingmo gently placed his hand on his wrist and asked in a low voice:

"Well, do you still feel pain here?"

Da Bingtuozi's hand was as cold as ever, and Xu Yuan was slightly stunned by the cold touch on his wrist.

Drunkenness will dull all the senses, even for those who practice it later.

After thinking for a moment, he realized the "click" sound he just heard, and smiled a little:
"I'm a little drunk. I can't feel it now. I shouldn't know until tomorrow."

Ran Qingmo asked softly:

"Oh, do you want some medicine?"

"medicine?"

"Ah."

Ran Qingmo's voice was cold and serious: "When I returned to Jianzong this time, my wife taught me a lot of things. If you get sick again, I won't let you freeze."

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan whispered:
"I have cultivation now."

"No need?"

"Well, it's not that I don't need it. It's always good to learn more, but my wrist probably doesn't need it."

Xu Yuan whispered softly, and subconsciously took out his other hand to touch Dabing Tuozi's head, but as soon as he made a move, he heard a painful murmur:

"Well"

"What's wrong?" Xu Yuan stopped his movements and asked softly.

"You hit my hair."

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The familiar yet unfamiliar words made Xu Yuan silent for a moment. He could hardly remember how long it had been since he heard these words.

Familiarly, he took out his hand and gently brushed her long, smooth black hair. Xu Yuan apologized in a low voice:

"sorry."

"It's okay." Ran Qingmo responded.

"Ah"

Xu Yuan chuckled lightly, as if he was remembering something, and suddenly asked half-jokingly:
"Ran Qingmo, do you know how the child is born?"

"know."

"Huh? Do you really know?" Xu Yuan was a little doubtful.

"I know!"

Ran Qingmo's voice was a little wary, and he paused for a moment before replying in a low voice: "This junior lady gave me a pamphlet before."

"Ah?" Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Ran Qingmo explained sternly:
"It's a booklet with similar contents to the Dual Cultivation Technique that I got in the Qionghua Secret Realm."

Yes, it seems I can’t fool you anymore.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan sighed silently:
"Okay, let's go to bed then."

"Well, you can go to sleep, I won't leave."

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That night, Xu Yuan had a dream.

According to past experience, sleeping in the same bed with Da Bingtuozi, the drunkenness should make him dream of sweet dreams related to her, but after falling asleep, he directly entered a snow-white space.

In this space, he saw a flawless sword and his uncle.

This is a lucid dream.

When Xu Yuan regained consciousness, the uncle had already swung his sword at him.

Based on the principle that he could still be bullied by you in his dream, Xu Yuan was ready to beat up his uncle to vent his anger.

But it turns out that he also had to be bullied in his dreams.

But fortunately, there was no pain.

This is very comfortable.

Owl's head, waist chop, vertical chop, sword skills are passed over and over again, dissipated and condensed again and again.

Xu Yuan was immersed in this slightly long process, but after another clash of weapons, the flawless sword in the snow-white space suddenly moved.

It creates a shadow.

then,

This phantom got into a fight with Feng Jiuxuan inexplicably.

Although it is a dream, everything is extremely real.

Because it was in a dream, Xu Yuan could clearly see every detail of the fight between the two.

As graceful as a startled dragon, sword skills like a swimming dragon continued to splash between the two figures.
His sword moves are peerless and his sword skills are alluring.

It was so beautiful that Xu Yuan completely forgot about his original desire to dream about Da Bing Tuozi and was completely immersed in the pure sword skills.

hum-

finally,
With a buzzing sound, the two figures began to blur, the snow-white space began to shatter, and pieces of white gradually peeled off, and warm yellow light shot in from those gaps.

"Clap."

Everything fell silent.

then,

Xu Yuan opened his eyes drowsily, and the influx of a large amount of information made his consciousness temporarily confused.

What he saw was the familiar wing, and the winter morning sunshine gently fell on his eyes through the window lattice, which was a little dazzling and a little warm.

"Well"

After a small murmur, Xu Yuan suddenly realized that there was a soft and warm "object" in his arms.

Lowering his eyes, he saw fragrant black hair.

The memory of last night began to revive at this moment. The uncle's magic sword was brewed with good wine. Even if it was broken, there was still no hangover headache and nausea today. This made Yuan Yuan immediately realize who the "object" in his arms was.

Ran Qingmo was still wearing the ink-colored clothes, and his hands were still on her delicate belly, hugging her delicate body tightly.

According to common sense, the sound of him waking up should wake up Ran Qingmo, the great master, but at this moment she was still motionless in his arms.

While he was wondering, Xu Yuan suddenly caught a glimpse of Bingtuozi holding a palm-sized source crystal in his hand.

"."Xu Yuan.

You slept with him all night, and you didn't forget to practice, right?

Just thinking,

After the girl in black clothes with her back turned to him dispersed her skills, a quiet voice came quietly:

"You're awake"

Xu Yuan returned in a low voice:

"Ah."

".Can you let go of me then?"

As he spoke, Ran Qingmo's soft and delicate body moved forward slightly, half-turned his eyes, and said quietly:
"Xu Yuan, the hilt of the sword at your waist kept making me feel a little uncomfortable last night."

(End of this chapter)