The voice is childish, like a child of four or five years old.

I look at him...what does he look like?

As soon as this question came out of my mouth, I immediately thought of the story of Wong Tai Sin's quest for the title that I had read in the ancient books collected by my mother-in-law when I was a child.

The book says that the weasel is a very spiritual little animal. A well-trained weasel will find the first human it meets that day at the right time and ask him what he looks like.

This move is called asking for a seal.

If the person answers like a person, then the weasel will have perfect merits and attain enlightenment.

If the answer is that it doesn't look like anything, the weasel's hundred years of practice will be in vain, and it will have to return to the mountains and forests to practice again.

If a person answers that he is like a god... he will be reborn and ranked among the immortals.

It turns out that this little guy came to me specifically today, not to ask for food, but to ask for a seal...

I squatted down again and gently touched the wound on its shoulder with my fingers, "When you become an immortal, you will be a good immortal, right?"

The little thing nodded with firm eyes.

I smiled softly at it with satisfaction, and said solemnly: "I think you are like a little fairy who benefits all living beings, has a kind heart, is loved by everyone, and is cute, smart, and smart!"

"Wow……"

After I finished speaking, the little guy's eyes lit up.

She jumped on me happily and excitedly, climbed onto my knees, raised her head and kissed my face.

After the kiss, he ran out of the door alive and kicking...

I froze in place for a moment and touched the place on my face where it had kissed me.

He chuckled helplessly, "This little thing..."

How delightful.

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After collecting the clothes, I went back to the room to hang up all the clothes that had been dried. I pushed open the large wooden cabinet in the bedroom, took out the clothes, and put them in one by one.

The last skirt was hung on a wooden pole, and someone suddenly grabbed my waist from behind...

The familiar body temperature, the familiar fragrance of flowers, and the tightness of the firm force. You don't have to look back to know which clingy person is clinging to you again.

"I'm hanging up my clothes. It's inconvenient for me to have you hugging me like this." I discussed with him in a low voice.

But he caressed my lower abdomen dishonestly with his big hand, his nasal voice was dignified, and his low-pitched voice was ambiguous and coquettish: "But isn't the madam already finished? The madam is done with her work, so the husband dares to come over to bother the madam... I miss the madam.

, I want to hold my wife in my arms and ravage her."

As he said that, he pinched my side deliberately.

I really had no way to deal with him, so I raised my head and kissed his fair chin affectionately, "My Ah Xuan is so capable, and he still wants to ravage me."

He stared at me intoxicatedly, lowered his head and took my lips with a gentle look on his face, and after a few kisses, he whispered in my ear impertinently: "I've always thought about it, okay? I've always wanted to

I want to strip my wife naked, ravage her, eat her dry and wipe her clean."

"I gave it to you before, but you didn't dare to touch it." I said carelessly and sarcastically: "If I were you... I wouldn't care about so much."

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If I am the one who is injured, I won't care so much. I know that my wife is afraid of pain...if it breaks, my wife will cry."

"Then you just have to endure it?" I turned around in his arms and found that he was now wearing a dark silk nightgown, with the skirt hanging loosely on his chest, and his snow-white hard chest still exuded a faint scent.

The smell of shower gel made me surprised and asked: "Have you taken a shower?"

He nodded, "Well, I stood outside for a while today. I was afraid that it would be too hot and my body would smell uncomfortable, so I went to take a shower while you were washing the dishes."

"No wonder my A-Xuan smells so good now...it smells very appetizing."

"It's no use having an appetite." He shamelessly took the topic in an inappropriate direction, flicked my head, and said with a malicious smile: "The wound on your heart has only healed two-thirds, so it can't be severe.

Exercise will be affected."

Strenuous exercise?!

"What are you thinking about!" I blushed and corrected embarrassedly: "I mean, I want to bite you, bite your flesh!"

He nodded as if there was something wrong: "Well, which piece do you want to bite? Do you want me to take it off? You can choose it yourself?"

"No need!" I interrupted angrily, "You have scales and teeth."

"When you turn into a human form, the scales can be hidden. If you bite now, what goes into your mouth is real meat. If you press harder, you can even bite the bones. Dragon meat is very precious. It is said that eating dragon meat can make you immortal.

"

"I'm immortal, how can anyone describe themselves as so delicious!" I pinched his cheek and joked: "You are so good-looking, how can you be so careless?"

He took my hand and kissed me secretly when I wasn't prepared: "My wife, it doesn't matter if you are short-sighted."

With one strong arm, he easily picked me up horizontally.

He took me to lie down on the big bed, and took the air-conditioned quilt to cover the two of us.

He hugged my waist from behind. In this position, my back was close to his chest, and I could clearly feel every beat of his heart from the scar on my back.

"Just now, I noticed that there was a spiritual movement nearby. Madam, who did you meet outside?"

I leaned on the soft pillow and murmured lazily: "I met the little weasel who saved the little rabbit earlier...it came to me to ask for a seal."

"Asking for a seal? This guy is quite discerning. No wonder people say that weasels are shrewd. Madam, what kind of immortal did you grant him?"

I frowned and shrank into his arms: "How do I know this? I just read it in a book. If you answer that it looks like an immortal, it can be ranked among the immortals."

I think it has a good temper and is quite cute, so I said it is like a little fairy that everyone loves and loves when flowers bloom...Axuan, if I say this, will it cause any trouble?"

"Are you afraid that if it is just cute on the surface and not bad, what impact will it have on the mortal world after your words become an immortal?"

"right……"

"No." He suddenly cast a spell to create the crystal hourglass. There was a lot more sand in the crystal hourglass than when I saw it last time.

"Why has the sand changed so much?" I exclaimed.

This unscientific!

Judging from the rapid growth of the sand in the hourglass before, if I want to accumulate so much sand... it will take at least five or six years to accumulate merit.

Xuan Ye gave me the hourglass to play with, and Yun Qingfeng said calmly: "Have you forgotten that in that middle school before, you sent away thousands of dead souls at one time? In addition, the merits of Cinnabar Town can indeed accumulate a lot of sand.

However, those two gains were far less than the merits accumulated today. You were right. That was a little thing with immortality, and it was destined to ascend to heaven. You helped it ascend to immortality, and God rewarded you with two

Thousands of merits.

With these two thousand meritorious deeds, ordinary mortals can be born into a wealthy family in their next life. They will live a lifetime of prosperity, wealth, food and clothing, a smooth love life, and no illness or pain. But Madam... she still needs to keep up her efforts.

It is easy to collect these two thousand merits, so the weight is not heavy. Next time, we should try to be down-to-earth in collecting merits. This will help you to become an immortal."

I nodded and put the hourglass on the bedside table, "I know that real merit is hard-won. Sometimes I just think that if I hadn't been lucky enough to meet you in this life, I would have been reincarnated by now and become someone else.

Alone.

I can't guess what kind of life I will live in the next life...but I may not be as happy and comfortable as I am now. Ah Xuan, it was you who gave me the taste of love, and you who made me realize that there is love.

The feeling of protection from loved ones and most of my happiness in this life come from you."

"This is the same for me, too."

His hand quietly moved up, pressed against my heart, kissed the tip of my ear from behind, and hugged me tightly with the utmost love, "Now that the warm and fragrant nephrite is in my arms, I am the most unrestrained person in the world." Tankou panted slightly.

The apricot eyes are fascinated, the soft clouds in the palm are soft... When will I go to pick plum blossoms, go deep into the winding paths, and explore the peach orchard."

"What are you reading?" I frowned and muttered, "What are the clouds, flowers, and peach orchards?"

The soft cloud in my palm was soft, I subconsciously imagined it, and then suddenly realized...

His hands were placed where they shouldn't be touched.

"Xuan Ye!" I yelled at him in shame, "You, you read obscene poems!"

He shamelessly suppressed my struggle, and deliberately pressed his skin against my body again, teasing me softly: "Madam, what you said is different, it's just for fun."

"Qing, what is Qing? I..."

Suddenly I didn't know how to confront him.

He took the opportunity to hold my shoulders and let me lie flat on the bed. His long, sharp-knuckled hands reached into my collar. His fingertips rubbed across my collarbone and landed on my heart. "This is called Kai Feng."

"

The fingertips lingered and circled an inch below my heart, "This is for ink research."

Further down, he deliberately teases: "This calls for writing."

Yunre boldly stroked it with his palm, raised it slightly, and traced it carefully with his jade fingers along his chest: "This is Qihui."

It is the process of painting in ancient times...

Every movement of his fingertips can cause my body to go numb and my blood to surge up.

When I reached this point, I already felt excited and excited.

The more I trace with my fingertips, the faster my heart beats and the faster my breathing becomes.
To be continued...