In fact, Zhao Yuan's inner world was struggling desperately.
There are not many men in the world who can endure this kind of temptation, unless he is not a normal man.
However, Zhao Yuan didn't move. It wasn't that he didn't want to move. He wanted to hold Ming Riming Yue's delicate body in his arms and chop it into pieces. However, he didn't dare. He was deeply afraid of the two moody nuns, especially the two moody nuns.
It's tomorrow, and they are trying to chop off his head at every turn, making Zhao Yuan feel like he is struggling on the edge of life and death all the time.
The last time they were in the east courtyard hut, Mingyue almost cooked rice with Zhao Yuan. However, Zhao Yuan did not dare to have such wishful thinking. It was their business to take the initiative tomorrow. It would be completely different if he took the initiative. It was very likely that he would be confused.
If Mingyue would stab him in the chest, he would die unjustly.
Thinking of the tragic situation of Liu Jiemin who was stabbed dozens of times by Wan Ling'er, Zhao Yuan had a feeling of panic. He did not want to follow Liu Jiemin's footsteps.
Let's just wait for tomorrow and Mingyue to take the initiative...
Zhao Yuan did not expect that the current environment was different from before. Without Wan Ling'er by his side, there would be no competitors for Tomorrow and Mingyue, and the idea of making raw rice into cooked rice had long been forgotten. In their view, Zhao Yuan
A cooked duck cannot escape.
"Are you going to run away?" Ming Ri stared at Zhao Yuan, as if he was afraid of waking his sister, and asked softly with a blue breath.
"No." Zhao Yuan looked at the top of the bed and looked at tomorrow from the corner of his eye.
"Only a ghost would believe you." Tomorrow snorted coldly.
"I really don't want to run." Zhao Yuan couldn't help but tilt his head.
"I know you want to see me take a shower. As long as you don't run away, you are allowed to watch me while I take a shower." Tomorrow suddenly blushed and said shyly.
"..." Looking at Mingri's shy look, Zhao Yuan was immediately fascinated. Although Mingri and Mingyue are exactly the same, they have two completely different feelings. One is frank and frank, without the slightest purity of the city.
The shame between men and women does not know what it is. But tomorrow, knowing shame, he will restrain himself, dodge, and be shy, just like seeing flowers in the mist, full of infinite mystery.
"No, you will definitely run away." Tomorrow thought about it and felt that Zhao Yuan was unreliable, so he took out a black rope from his arms and tied it to Zhao Yuan's arm, and then tied the other end to himself
on the arm.
Zhao Yuan was secretly happy. The rope was thin and extremely soft. The material must not be very tough. As long as he waited until he fell asleep tomorrow, he could get up and leave quietly.
"Zhao Yuan, this rope is not simple. It is called the Small Bundle Fairy Rope. Not to mention that you can't break free. Even an ordinary cultivator can't break free if he is trapped." Tomorrow seemed to see through Zhao Yuan.
With his thoughts in mind, he immediately warned.
"A small bundle of fairy rope..."
"Yes, it is the Small Bundle of Immortal Rope, because it has the same function as the real Bundle of Immortal Rope, but has less magic power, so I gave it the name 'Little Bundle of Immortal Rope'." Tomorrow proudly said.
A foreign way.
"How powerful is the real Immortal Binding Rope?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"I don't know. I haven't seen it. But since it's called a fairy-tying rope, there should be no problem in binding the gods."
"That's very powerful. It can tie up gods."
"Yes, if I had a rope to bind the immortals, I would tie up Liu Xiaotian. Humph! He actually dares to hurt my master's mistress, which is unbearable!" Ming Ri snorted softly, with murderous intent.
"Concubine..." Zhao Yuan suddenly opened his mouth.
"Yes, my master has never forgotten Wan Ziyu since he healed him. When he was in Shenlong Mountain, he often mentioned him and was in a daze. Later, Wan Ling'er was injured, and master immediately rushed to Wan's house overnight. This is
This has never happened before."
"Master Tai likes Wan Ziyu." Zhao Yuan looked surprised. He felt a little weird.
"Yes, my master Xuan Ke helps the world. He only devotes himself to studying medicine. He has never been in love since he was a child. He is over two hundred years old and does not have a man. It is really pitiful... This time it is rare to be moved. As her disciple, I naturally want to
Matchmaking...well, I have to find an opportunity to kill Mrs. Wan, and then my master can marry Wan Ziyu."
"You must not kill him!" Zhao Yuan was frightened and quickly tried to dissuade him.
"Why?"
"Think about it, your master is already over 200 years old and can give birth to Wan Ziyu. How would it be inappropriate for her to marry Wan Ziyu?"
"Why do you have to be polite? As long as the master is happy." Mingri rolled his eyes at Zhao Yuan.
"Even if you are not disrespectful, you still have to think about your master. Your master has a good reputation among cultivators. If Lin Lao does something deviant, she will be scolded by others. Will she be happy?"
"I don't know... maybe I won't be happy..." Tomorrow hesitated.
"Even so, you don't know that even if you want to kill Mrs. Wan, you have to ask for your master's opinion. Besides, I think your master just admires Wan Ziyu and doesn't necessarily want to marry him."
"Why?"
"Your master is already over two hundred years old. He has spent his whole life serving the world with no desires or demands. Now that he is old, he is just looking for someone to rely on. Let us not worry about her affairs. If she really likes Wan Ziyu, she will naturally find a way.
, there is no need for you to worry blindly. If Wan Ziyu finds out about your killing of Mrs. Wan and gets angry at your master, then you will be able to beat the mandarin duck."
"Oh, when you say it, it's really like this. It's okay, okay..." Tomorrow patted his chest gently, with a look of fear on his face.
"I wonder how Wan Ling'er is doing?" Zhao Yuan glanced at Ming Ri. His chest-slapping action was very similar to Wan Ling'er's, which aroused his concerns.
"What else can happen? My master and Wan Ziyu are both there. Besides, Liu Xiaotian thinks you killed Liu Jiemin. For the sake of Mrs. Wan and my master, I won't make things difficult for a fool like her." See you tomorrow.
Zhao Yuan had a look of concern on his face, and suddenly he became angry and pinched Zhao Yuan's chest desperately.
Zhao Yuan felt a sharp pain, but he did not dare to cry out for fear of waking up Ming Yue, who was sleeping soundly. He just grabbed Ming Ri with one hand to prevent her from twisting.
"I wonder when Wan Ling'er's illness will be cured?" Zhao Yuan sighed.
"It's okay. My master gave her a calming pill. It's an elixir. It can calm even the soul. Why are you worried about her? At most, she won't remember your visit to the brothel. Isn't that better?
Well... Humph, with Wan Ling'er as beautiful as a flower by your side, you actually visit a brothel. It's exactly what the book said."
"What does it say in the book?" Zhao Yuan asked curiously.
"Men, none of them are good!"
"..."
"The book also says that men eat from the bowl and stare at the pot."
"..."
"Okay, okay, you men are so bad, go to sleep!"
Tomorrow seemed very angry, closed his eyes and ignored Zhao Yuan.
At this time, Zhao Yuan mentioned Wan Ling'er, and was looking at Ming Ming, talking very enthusiastically, but Ming Ming suddenly stopped talking, felt depressed, and closed his eyes.
My chest suddenly moved slightly.
Only then did Zhao Yuan realize that Tomorrow's hand was still tightly grasped by his chest, and it looked as if Tomorrow was holding him.
Suddenly, a hint of mischief arose in Zhao Yuan's heart, and he gently touched Ming Ri's slender jade fingers with his fingers. Tomorrow's body moved a bit, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhao Yuan grabbed it and could not pull it out.
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