The color of Mu Liang's lips is light, and like his whole body, he looks tepid. The shape of his lips is neither thin nor thick, just like the contours carefully drawn by the most powerful painter in the world. One is too dark, the other is too light.

One point is too bland.

With her beautiful lips, she bit down the pale pink pastry from the edge of Feng Ruqing's fingertips. She didn't eat all of it, but left a little bit of the edge. Her lips were slightly warm, if there was any, it seemed like nothing.

The ground rubbed against Feng Ruqing's fingertips, making her feel slightly itchy.

But Mu Liang slowly let go of Feng Ruqing's wrist, lowered his eyes and chewed slowly. There was no trace of charm or strange emotion in his warm brows. Only the fingers of Feng Ruqing's hand fell on her.

On his own legs, his fingertips were slowly rubbing in the loose robe.

Anyone with long eyes would be able to tell something was wrong in this scene. It stands to reason that Feng Ruqing is now considered an expert in love. If this happened to anyone, she would be caught by the wrist when she was caught

I realized something was wrong.

But the person in front of her is different. This person is Mu Liang, her senior brother. Although he has only been for more than ten years, he has played the role of all her family members, accompanying her through the most difficult road and correcting all her extremes.

Mu Liang watched her grow up.

Feng Ruqinglian almost had sex with Mu Liang in the ghost cultivator's dream. To this day, she still feels that Mu Liang acted like that because he was influenced by the ghost cultivator.

Even if she had nine heads like a nine-headed dragon, she still couldn't figure out what kind of hysteria Mu Liang was spreading.

Mu Liang pretended to taste it, but in fact he was filled with regret. He didn't know what kind of hysteria he was spreading. He silently adjusted his breath and circulated his spiritual power in his meridians, suppressing the inner demons that wanted to torment people.

Feng Ruqing, on the other hand, was very natural, as if eating the leftovers of her own. She took the small edge of the pastry that Mu Liang had bitten and put it directly into her mouth. She also smiled and asked Mu Liang, "Okay."

Do you want to eat?”

Mu Liang suppressed his emotions, but when he looked up, he saw Feng Ruqing putting the leftover pastry into his mouth naturally. Her bright red lips were like the source of seductive and depraved sin. Mu Liang twitched violently.

After taking a breath, he stood up from the table and started to cough.

When Feng Ruqing saw this, she immediately stood up. With her mouth full, she asked vaguely, "Da Xihong, what's wrong..."

Mu Liang looked away from her. He coughed and patted his heart, his face turned red, and then he said, "I choked..."

Feng Ruqing's cheeks were bulging. She quickly stood up and picked up the kettle. There was indeed no water. She didn't send the kid guarding the door, but ran to the back hall to pour water herself.

Mu Liang regained his breath and stopped coughing, but his face was burning, as if someone had slapped him twice.

He lowered his head and looked at the snacks on the table, clenching his fingers tightly, and there was a sense of gloom between his usually warm and gentle brows.

He took a gentle breath, exhaled it slowly, and smiled to himself.

The words he used to persuade his junior sister were that love is only a very small part of life, and how unrestrained it is, but it cannot be proven by oneself.

For more than six hundred years, he never gave up for a moment. If not, how could he have become a demon in his heart over the years.

He couldn't let go of the smart and charming little girl he raised with his own hands, let alone the ten years of being together in the fantasy world. The little junior sister had already embarked on her own path and had let go of Xuanyun Mountain, but he was still stuck in it until now.

He was unable to extricate himself from the illusion of the long-dead ghost cultivator.

And as her brother, how could he be so despicable...

Mu Liang had already adjusted as usual when Feng Ruqing came back with the kettle.

Feng Ruqing poured water for Mu Liang and handed it to him. Seeing Mu Liang drink from the water cup, she sat down and continued eating while saying, "Elder brother probably hasn't eaten such sweet food for a long time, but

This is really delicious. Are the peach blossoms in Xuanyun Mountain blooming this season?"

Mu Liang put down the water glass, exhaled slowly, and sat back at the table with a normal expression. He shook his head and said, "The peach trees in Xuanyun Mountain were chopped down to a disgrace by Jing Feng's sword practice. These peach blossoms are the disciples who came down from the mountain.

To get rid of evil spirits, I happened to encounter a peach blossom essence, which opened my spiritual wisdom but did not do evil, so I took it back to the mountain gate and planted it in Xuanyun Mountain."

Mu Liang laughed when he talked about this, "This peach blossom essence was born in the yard of a cook's house. The cook often used the stove in the yard to make food, so this peach blossom essence was very good at cooking, so he entered the Five Grain Hall.

help."

"She made this peach blossom cake," Mu Liang said.

Feng Ruqing ate happily, "It's really not easy for her. She makes cakes for others to eat... Oh, that's not right. What are these peach blossoms from the peach tree?"

Mu Liang couldn't help laughing, "How come everything changes when it comes to you?"

Feng Ruqing smiled sweetly, "Then what I said is the truth..."

"Senior Brother, are you busy in the mountains today? If you are not busy, can you come with me to visit Huangquan?" Feng Ruqing said, "Although it looks either dark or red inside and is a bit depressing, it is actually quite fun.

The little ghosts are all cute too.”

Mu Liang nodded, "Okay, you eat first, there is nothing going on in the mountains today."

There was nothing going on in Xuanyun Mountain, Jing Chengyin was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground.

Jing Feng went to Jiao Pinghai, and Mu Liang couldn't catch any ghosts in the past two days. Jing Chengyin's state has been advancing and retreating over the years, and he has become increasingly irritable, and the ravine between his eyebrows is getting deeper and deeper. If he hadn't been a monk after all, he would have been worried.

My hair turned white.

He asked several gatekeepers of Mu Liang's Yuehua Palace, and finally found out that Mu Liang took a lot of food from the Five Grain Palace before leaving. Jing Chengyin frowned and thought for a long time, and even thought of him taking things to give to civilian children.

The only thing I didn't expect was that he was going to please the Ghost King of Underworld.

But here, two people had eaten and drank enough and were wandering around in the ghost land.

Everywhere Feng Ruqing went, she would chirp like a little swallow and talk to Mu Liang about everything, including the rules and interesting things in Huangquan.

Mu Liang was so amused by her that he kept laughing, like a piece of white jade exuding radiant light. It was completely inappropriate to fall into this hell like red fire, but the fire light was very tight and warm, not even the slightest bit.

It never hurt or burned him.

The little ghosts in the underworld have never seen their own ghost king jumping up and down like this, like a young boy eager to show the good things he got to his sweetheart, and the eyes of the immortal king have never left the ghost king.

.

The little ghosts became excited and gossiped even more enthusiastically.

"I thought that your Excellency was going to be sad for a while because the previous Ghost King came to the world and became the crown prince, but failed to marry her. Now it seems that everything is fine."

"How big your heart is, how can it be compared to that sinful dragon?"

"Yes, yes, let me just say, if you want to be a princess in heaven, the feng shui of the underworld and the ghost realm is the best. If you tie up this gentle and gentle immortal king in the palace of the ghost king, you can be as happy as you want.

hapiness!"

"Stop talking nonsense, my lord said that the Immortal Lord is her brother!" One of the gossiping brats shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately laughed at by the crowd, "Tsk, at that time, my lord said that he and the previous Ghost King were just brothers..."

Feng Ruqing's words to the little ghosts in the Underworld Ghost Realm have been heard in one ear and out in the other. Her reputation cannot be restored anyway, and they seem to be eager to have an affair with her all over the world.

However, Feng Ruqing could also tell that they were not discussing maliciously. As long as they were not malicious, she would not bother to care.

Feng Ruqing had already told Mu Liang not to take anything he heard seriously. Mu Liang responded with a smile, and then heard the little devils say that he and Feng Ruqing listened with gusto.

But he heard another name besides Gongyou, Bai Li.

The little devils said that Feng Ruqing used three hundred thousand merit in exchange for the wealth and wealth of his tenth life. Mu Liang remained calm on his face, but he became curious in his heart.

It's just that he wouldn't ask his junior sister about this.

When Feng Ruqing was with Mu Liang, she had endless things to say and endless achievements to show off. She even wanted to let Mu Liang know that she had saved an ant.

She wanted her good brother to know that although she had left Xuanyun Mountain and had been an evil spirit for so long, she had always had kind thoughts in her heart and had kept everything he taught her in her heart and had never forgotten it.

Huangquan was very big, and Feng Ruqing talked a lot. Unknowingly, it was already past lunch time, and I could eat it with dinner before I saw it.

Feng Ruqing talked too much and finally realized that her mouth was dry and she took Mu Liang back to the Ghost King's Palace to drink water.

While drinking, she said, "Whenever Senior Brother has free time again, I will take Senior Brother to Abi Hell to see the deepest part of the Netherworld River. It is actually still. If there happens to be a ghost wandering by,

, it’s like being in a galaxy, it’s so beautiful.”

Mu Liang nodded, smiled and poured another glass of water for Feng Ruqing. Feng Ruqing took it and drank it in one gulp.

Mu Liang has been nodding and laughing all day long. He has not laughed like this in hundreds of years, and his heart is shaking with laughter.

When he was swaying irrationally like this, Feng Ruqing asked him, "Senior Brother, let's stay here tonight. Do you want to go back?"

Mu Liang nodded with almost no struggle. Yesterday he could leave confidently because they suddenly recognized each other after many years of separation, but today he couldn't refuse no matter what.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never been willing to refuse Feng Ruqing's request, both before and now.

Seeing Feng Ruqing smiling happily, he calmed himself down and told himself not to be happy or to think wildly.

The overnight stay is just to stay here. The monks don't need to rest. They only need to adjust their breath for a night and it will be over quickly.

Both of them had eaten a lot for dinner. Mu Liang had been fasting for many years and felt uncomfortable eating so full. Feng Ruqing quickly noticed it and suggested, "Elder brother, the back of my dormitory is very spacious. It's not as spacious as this."

Let's move around and have a test?"

Feng Ruqing's eyes were eager to try, and Mu Liang naturally would not refuse, "Okay, then let me see what my junior sister has learned over the years."

Feng Ruqing habitually touched her ribs, but suddenly remembered that she had returned Shen Hai to Gong You. With a sigh, she condensed a long sword with her body, and golden light emerged, which looked very similar to that of back.

thing.

Mu Liang glanced at it and couldn't help but said, "This is this?"

Feng Ruqing shook the sword that seemed to be born in her own hand and was originally her own body. She smiled brightly and said, "This is my natal spiritual sword. It's called 'Ruqing'. Does it look good to me, senior brother?"

Mu Liang smiled lightly, "It looks good."

Merits shape the soul, and the soul condenses into the sword, how can it not look good?
To be continued...