Article 365

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This girl is very pretty, and what's even more rare is that she is not thin, and is a plump woman that is rare to find in remote areas. She also knew how to dress herself up. She had no money left to buy accessories, so she picked some fine pieces of copper and iron, washed them, polished them into warm rings, and strung them on the hem of her clothes, making a jingling sound as she walked. , shining brightly in the sun.

"Immortal Lord." She called him crisply, her voice like a ripe berry.

Chu nightning said: "What's the matter?" The voice was like cold smoke.

Ling'er was slightly startled by his inhumanity, but then she pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "It's nothing. It's boring to see the immortal sitting alone. I want to come and talk to the immortal."

"..."

Allen Chu doesn't think he has an amiable face, and that cat is probably the best evidence. But humans and cats are different after all. Cats don’t know how to scheme, but humans may have ulterior motives.

As expected, after Ling'er talked to him about a lot of things in a nonchalant manner, she seemed to ask casually: "Immortal Lord, you are at the top of life and death... what kind of people do you want to accept as a disciple? You Is it okay to see me like this...?"

Chu nightning said: "Stretch out your hand."

"Ah..." She opened her eyes wide, and then she was so excited that she did it. Allen Chu put his fingertips lightly on her pulse, and after a while he withdrew and said: "I won't accept it."

Ling'er's face suddenly turned red: "Is it that you don't have wisdom?"

"If I ask you to reach out, you will know that I am going to test your spiritual core. Then you should have asked others before." Chu nightning said, "The girl's immortality is shallow, and I am afraid that she will not be able to build it even when she is old. Ji, Kongliu Mountain is just a waste of time, it’s better to give up this idea.”

Ling'er stopped talking and lowered her face, looking very disappointed. After a long while, he shook his lips and whispered: "Thank you, Immortal Lord, for your guidance."

"You're welcome."

She left silently, and Chu Wanning looked at her back with a complicated mood. For many people in the lower realm of cultivation, they are more eager to join the immortal sect than the people in the upper realm of cultivation, because for those in the upper realm, cultivating immortals is just to honor their ancestors and gain a good reputation.

But for people in the lower realm of cultivation, sometimes it means saving their lives.

Chu Wanning leaned against the grain pile and took another sip of tea. Now the weather has turned colder. He hasn't drank for a while, and the tea has become cold. He drank it all in three or two sips, closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap. However, he went to bed too late last night and was busy all morning today. This sleep became a deep sleep, and most of the day passed in the blink of an eye.

When he woke up again, the sky was already filled with blood, crows were cackling on the treetops, and only neat rice stalks and falling grain crumbs were left in the fields.

Allen Chu was startled and suddenly opened his eyes.

He actually slept until dusk leaning on the grain pile. Probably because of his status, the farmers didn't have the nerve to wake him up. Not only did they let him sleep like this, but some people were afraid that he would catch a cold and covered him with something. clothes.

"..."

clothes……

Chu nightning wanted to sit up, but a familiar smell suddenly came from the tip of his nose. He came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to look at the robe. The material was very thick, but the wash was clean, and there was lingering in the gaps between needles and threads. Fragrance of soap locust.

It's ink-burning clothes.

For some reason, after understanding this, Chu Wanning's original move to sit up stopped. He relaxed his back and lay back, with half of his face hidden under his robe, only revealing a pair of clear eyes, slightly squinting. Hiding indescribable emotions.

It's crazy.

He squinted his soft eyelashes and looked for that person in the fields. He found it quickly. After all, Mo Yanchu was so tall and handsome now that he would look very eye-catching wherever he stood.

The young man was helping the village chief and others carry the cut rice to the bullock cart. His back was to Chu Wanning. He was getting a little hot after working for about a day. Like other farmers, he put on his coat and upper clothes. He took it off, revealing his strong, honey-colored back.

Under the hot sunset, his broad back was filled with heat. Sweat slowly slid down along the bulging texture of his muscles, flowing into his waist and winding under his tight waistline...

He was like hot iron, like charcoal in the furnace, burning all the tenderness and sweetness into steaming male desire. Chu Wanning looked at it from a distance, and all other scenes gradually faded away in his eyes, leaving only the bright and beautiful person. His fur, muscles as smooth as a cheetah, and half of his face that was turned away when he was joking with the village chief, his eyes were kind, and he looked handsome and charming.

Seemingly feeling the gaze behind him, Mo Ran turned around, and Chu Wanning quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

But his heartbeat was as fast as a torrential rain, and the sound of blood was rumbling in his ears.

After a while, he quietly opened a gap and looked under the eyelash curtain. Mo Ran had turned around, and Ling'er walked towards him from the ridge, with shy eyes, and handed him a handkerchief.

"Xianjun, wipe your sweat."

Mo Ran was carrying a pile of straw to the car. Hearing the words, he smiled and said: "I'm too busy, wait a moment."

Ling'er seemed very happy, standing next to him and watching, reaching out her hand to give him a hand from time to time. Mo Ran was quite surprised by this girl's enthusiasm and said: "Thank you."

She was even more delighted. The tall and strong man next to her exuded a touch of masculine charm. When she heard his breathing and looked at his relaxed shoulders, she couldn't help but blush. For a moment, she forgot about male and female. Without being kissed, he held the handkerchief and said softly: "Immortal Lord, if you don't wipe your sweat, it will drip into your eyes."

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