Kong Ling was locked in Qiankun bag by Chu Jinxiao for several days, and was already so depressed. This morning, he took advantage of him going out to practice swordsmanship and ran out secretly.

His cultivation level was not enough before, and he had been suppressed by Ning Ji. Now with the arrival of the estrus period, his cultivation level has gradually recovered. Although he cannot reach his heyday, it is more than enough to break a bag of Qiankun.

He slipped out quietly and was not discovered by anyone.

I originally wanted to relax after coming out. But as soon as I came out, Kong Ling looked at the empty Jie Jian Peak, but didn't know where to go.

The peak is so big in total, and there seems to be no good place to go.

Kong Ling felt empty in her heart. After walking around the mountain for a few random times, she unknowingly turned to the top of the mountain she had been here before.

The top of the mountain is not far from Hexueyuan, and there is a cold pool outside the woods.

Kong Ling walked for a while before recognizing it. This was the place where Ning Ji threw him down.

His steps suddenly stopped, his gorgeous face was slightly stunned, and then he frowned. He didn't understand why he had inexplicably walked to this ghost place where he had once bald a few tail feathers.

Is it because one person is too boring?

But he wasn't bored as an egg in Ning Ji before?

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, because he was confused, so he became more and more irritable when he thought about it.

There was no one in this ghost place. Just as Kong Ling thought for a long time and was so annoyed that he was about to take a detour and leave on the spot, a sudden movement came.

Birds and birds flew down in the forest. Kong Ling paused and noticed the sound of footsteps approaching.

At this time, he no longer knew nothing like he had just come to Yuqing Sect. He knew that only a few people could come to this cold pond.

Most of the time Achu doesn't come here, so only the boy and... Ning Ji are left.

It was a pity that, after thinking of the person's name, Kong Ling, who was about to leave, stopped.

Maybe Achu is here too? He comforted himself casually.

Kong Ling was in a daze for a moment, and her body was much more honest than her brain. After the treetops were brushed away, they quickly turned into a grass and sank into the woods, pretending that they were no different from other grasses.

He has not said anything else when he came to Yuqing Sect these days, but his illusion technique is more proficient in the time and time.

It even reached the point where it was fake and real.

It was pitch dark at night. Although the bright moon was falling, there were still places that could not be shined.

What's more, compared to the previous human body standing in the woods, the grass and the jungle had no sense of existence. When Kong Ling converged his breath, even Ning Ji did not notice it.

He brushed away the peach branches, slowly passed through the woods, and came to the cold pond.

Kong Ling saw him wearing a crane flap, and a peach blossom faintly fell on his crown and hair.

It's him.

Kong Ling paused and tightened his hands.

He felt angry in his heart. He should have been disappointed, but he was not Chu Jinxiao's, but at this moment he felt a little nervous.

This feeling was inexplicably pressing on his heart, which made Kong Ling startled by his thoughts.

What's so good about Ning Ji's bathing?

He should have told himself in his heart that he should leave at this time. But his body is like rooted in the grass and cannot move.

I could only watch the man hang the lamp on the branch and slowly untie the sword.

I don’t know if it was because he was too nervous, but Ning Ji’s every move seemed very slow at this time.

Kong Ling couldn't stand it and closed her eyes. He told himself that he liked Achu and could not peek at Ning Ji's bath, even if it turned into grass.

But maybe it was too quiet at night, and the slightest movement was particularly obvious.

He could hear the sound of insects in his ears, torture people one by one.

After Ning Ji took off his crane cloak, Kong Ling couldn't help but open his eyes quietly.

The moonlight shines on the cold pond, while the dark lamps on the branches shine on Ning Ji.

He only saw the cold light under the man's mask.

The hair crown was taken off by a pale hand.

As the crow feathers dispersed, the peach blossoms also fell in the water.

The man had already entered the cold pond.

Ning Ji lowered his eyes. Even at this time, his eyes were as cold as ice, without a trace of softness.

After the snow-colored underwear was filled with water, a little transparent color appeared. From the angle of Kong Ling, you can see that the thin shoulder blades slowly unfolded under the reflection of the candlelight of the branches.

After Ning Ji entered the Hantan, he suddenly tightened his hands. The temperature of the Hantan was intertwined with the wine that had just entered, making his fingertips numb for a moment.

The burning heat in the abdomen slowly rose after being pressed down, even faster than before.

What Xie Yuqing said is indeed correct.

The more suppressed the dragon pill, the easier it is to backfire.

He had just entered the cold pond for a moment, and he was instantly numb and burning, causing his bones to become soft.

The enthusiasm in the belly is igniting little by little.

Ning Ji pursed his lips, feeling that his body was so hot.

Thinking of the scene he saw in the picture album before, he closed his eyes and froze after a round of enthusiasm, and then he reached his hand under the water.

...

Chu Jinxiao was originally unsure that his master was in the cold pond.

It was not until he walked outside the woods that he saw the familiar lights from afar that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, Master had often soaked in the cold pond when the fire poison occurred, and he was wearing an outer robe, so Chu Jinxiao didn't think much about it.

Thinking of Master's cultivation, he must have heard the footsteps coming at this time, so after walking over, he pursed his lips and spoke:

"Master."

Ning Ji was disturbed by the craze at this moment and could not hear Chu Jinxiao's voice.

Water drops fell on his forehead and hit the cold mask.

The hand is still stiff and hard. It's there.

He never touched these things before, and he was really unfamiliar with them.

Ning Ji lowered his eyes, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't hear anything else in his mind.

Chu Jinxiao reported it a few times and did not respond.

He frowned and asked again, but he couldn't help but worry about the safety of his master.

Now that the demons are attacking, the Yuqing Sect is not at peace.

I haven't heard back for so long. Has something happened to my master?

Lou Weiyan, who was secretly following, was also a little surprised about what Ning Ji was doing.

Are you practicing?

But even if you practice and enter the spirit, you should not be unable to hear the movements outside?

Both of them were extremely confused.

Chu Jinxiao frowned again and asked, "How are you doing Master?"

He paused and saw that he did not respond and said, "Can I come in?"

Chu Jinxiao's expression was already serious at this time.

As soon as he asked this, the surroundings were quiet. Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a muffled groan.

It’s the voice of the master!

Chu Jinxiao raised his head and his face changed slightly.

Has something really happened?

He was originally a little worried, but after hearing this voice, he didn't care about anything and had to speak: "Master, forgive me. If there is any offense, the disciple is willing to receive the punishment."

"I just want the master to make the disciples feel at ease."

His last sentence was a little lower.

He raised his head and frowned and pushed away the branch screen in front of the cold pond.

Ning Ji leaned against Tan's side under the night, and his neck was faintly dyed with a little red color. He was covered in ice and snow, but at this time he was inexplicably extremely gorgeous.

Yuan. essence cannot be released at all times.

After hearing the sound, he tightened his hands tightly and opened his eyes suddenly.

Chu Jinxiao was worried that something might happen to his master, but he didn't expect that he would see this scene when he came in.

The unattainable man leaned down at the edge of the cold pond, his snow-colored clothes soaked.

His pale lips were stained with blood. It seemed that he had been suppressing for a long time. Ning Ji's long eyelashes trembled, his eyes were slightly red, and he raised his head.
To be continued...