Chapter 54 A Deep Kiss

"Brother Yehua, it's dawn, and you are still sitting here!" Hua Xiaoyan planted two eyes and said tiredly.

Yehua put Shi Zimo's hand back into the quilt and said in a dry voice, "I'm just afraid that he will suddenly wake up and no one will take care of him."

"Little pebbles are too weak. Usually, he doesn't practice anything other than reading leisure books. When his body recovers, I will definitely teach him to practice spiritual power." Hua Xiaoyan rubbed her sour eyes and said.

"No, I'll teach him." Ye Hua smiled at the corners of his mouth, and then looked at Hua Xiaoyan and asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Last night, the master told me about Zhaoxue Shangxian. It's just a little sad."

"It's a pity that Zhaoxue is also a pity. People trapped by love will inevitably get out of control." Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at Shi Zimo affectionately.

"I'm going to pick some fairy grass to apply the wounds on my back with stone ink."

"You don't have to pick it. I'll heal his wounds with spiritual power. You can go out first."

Hua Xiaoyan couldn't help but sigh that Shi Zimo was so blessed. There was a god who was so kind to him. She flattened her mouth and closed the door.

She took a deep breath in the sunny place. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant and elegant earthy smell came to her face. She stretched out and narrowed her eyes very appropriately. I don't know if the purple myrtle flowers planted next to Qingshui Lake have bloomed. She said to herself, and the next moment, she summoned Tengyun and flew straight down the mountain.

The aura under the mountain has been surrounded for a long time, with hundreds of flowers competing for beauty in four seasons, covered by clouds, and thousands of rocks. It is Bai Ling Emperor's favorite place. I remember that when Hua Xiaoyan was a baby, Bai Ling Emperor often put Hua Xiaoyan into the five-colored flowers and played in the Qingshui Lake.

On the rock next to Qingshui Lake, a gentle and light shadow sat in it, gently plucking the strings, which was beautiful and unmatched. The sound of Lang Langqin echoed in the mountains on the white clouds, gentle and quiet. When the sun shines on this clear lake, the rainbow is gorgeous and mottled again.

Hua Xiaoyan slowly landed, and he stopped stroking the piano in his hand.

"Master, why do you have leisure to play the piano here today?" Hua Xiaoyan couldn't help asking happily. Just now, the master's appearance of the piano was so dreamy and beautiful. It seemed that she hadn't heard the sound of the master's piano for decades, and she missed it very much.

"Recently, because of the evil dragon, it's a little nerve-wracking. The more it is like this, the more you should calm down."

"Master, can you leave this matter to Xiaoyan? Xiaoyan wants to share her worries for her master.

Emperor Bai Ling shook his head with a faint smile. "Xiaoyan is very gratified that she has this intention to be a teacher. The evil dragon against the sky is not easy to deal with. In addition, there are people in the demon world who hide it, and there is no way to be a teacher, let alone you."

"Master, what's your plan for the next step?" Hua Xiaoyan sat next to Emperor Bai Ling and asked softly.

"After returning from the demon world, Ye Hua and I went to heaven and reported the situation of the Jade Emperor's demon world. The demon world is training magic soldiers on a large scale, and this time it also saved Warcraft. I'm afraid that in the near future, the demon world will declare war on the heavenly world." Emperor Bai Ling frowned.

"What? Is there going to be a war?" Hua Xiaoyan said in horror, "Xiaoyan hates killing the most. Can you let them not fight with heaven?"

"I just guessed that the demon world had this intention, but I didn't find out from it that they were really going to war. If it was true that one day, no one could stop it." Emperor Bai Ling comforted him several times.

"The fox is also a demon, and he will also fight with the heaven?" Hua Xiaoyan muttered softly.

Emperor Bai Ling picked up the piano again. The pleasant sound of the piano floated in the mountains, and Hua Xiaoyan's thoughts drifted farther and farther with the sound of the piano...

After Ye Hua Shangshen used spiritual power to heal the wounds of Shi Zimo, the scars on the back of Shi Zimo began to scar. People also have signs of waking up.

"Ye... Hua... Ye Hua." He called his name intermittently.

"Zimo, I'm here, I'm here." When Ye Hua heard what he said, his heart tightened, and his face couldn't help but be happy.

Shi Zimo's closed eyes slightly opened a gap and looked at the trance figure in front of him. He raised an arc at the corners of his mouth and said weakly, "Yehua, it's really you, it's you."

Yehua held his cold hand and said softly, "Zimo, how do you feel now?" He stroked the hair on his forehead, and every action and eyes was infinitely gentle.

"I'm sorry, Ye Hua, let you worry about me." A trace of apology appeared on Shi Zimo's slightly pale face.

"It's good to know, so get well quickly, do you hear me!" Ye Hua's domineering tone is not only concerned. He masturbated the bedding, and Shi Zimo slept peacefully on his arm. The room was suddenly filled with a breath called happiness...

"Zimo, when you recover from your injury, I will teach you how to practice spells and become an immortal as soon as possible, okay?"

"Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?" Shi Zimo coughed gently, and Ye Hua's heart tightened and quickly pulled the quilt for him, "I'm fine..."

Ye Hua breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to be worried all day long. Your body is not good. What do you want me to do if something happens one day? As long as you become an immortal and have an immortal body, I will feel more at ease. Ye Hua stared at his beautiful face attentively. Although he was not charming, he had a charm that could attract his soul.

"What should you do? The person who was injured is not you, and the pain is my pain, not your pain. Shi Zimo looked at him with some laughter.

"For so many days, don't you understand what I mean to you?" Yehua God put his hand on his cheek, and the sunlight coming through the window sprinkled on his body and crossed a layer of gold edge for him. It was so beautiful that Shi Zimo couldn't leave his eyes for a moment. "Huh?"

Shi Zimo took back the trance just now and wanted to pull his hand back from the palm of his hand, but his strength was too small to resist Ye Hua's god. Shi Zimo's eyes looked elsewhere, but he didn't know that his cheeks had turned red. Seeing Ye Hua's god, there was a kind of woman's shyness. He bent down and his lips were close to his tenderness. On the double petals, Shi Zimo opened his mouth slightly because he was stunned. Ye Hua kissed him, and his tongue reached into the lilac tongue wrapped around him. Shi Zimo slowly adapted to his kiss. Shi Zimo didn't hate it, liked it very much, and had a little expectation. Maybe he had fallen. Shi Zimo put his hand around his neck and danced with his tongue. Ye Hua received a response and deepened the kiss until both of them couldn't breathe.

Shi Zimo gasped slightly, and Ye Hua gently stroked his face. "Zimo, I tell you, I like you. I care about you. You are injured. I am more anxious than anyone else. You are sad. I feel more than anyone else. This is my feelings for you. So, what about me?"

Shi Zimo's face turned crimson because of the kiss just now, and his eyes looked at Ye Hua Shangshen. He did not answer him. Ye Hua was a Shangshen, and he was just an elf who was not even a little fairy. How could he expect to be with him? It will definitely involve him in the future. He doesn't want to hurt him. He doesn't want him to bear the ugly name of broken sleeves. The feeling just now can't help but be a sin. Yes, he wants to wake up. He can't continue to fall...

"Cough... I'm so tired and want to rest." Shi Zimo coughed twice pretending to be tired, and then he looked down.

Yehua God no longer forced him to answer. He gently pulled his hand back, covered the quilt for him, and whispered, "You go to sleep, and I'll guard you."

The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing and the rapid heartbeat of two people...

In the Yao pool above the heavenly palace, the Queen Mother lay on her side on the beautiful soft couch and played with the feather fan in her hand. The Ziwei fairy was attentively stroking the piano, surrounded by cranes, carp jumping in the pool, strange flowers and grasses, colorful and mottled, very gorgeous.

"Ziwei, how are you and Bai Ling going?" The Queen Mother suddenly asked.

Ziwei Fairy stopped her movements and replied shyly, "Emperor Bai Ling is as indifferent to Ziwei as ever. He didn't say a few words. What's the progress?"

"Hey, Ziwei, I reminded you at the beginning that Bai Ling can't have a relationship between a man and a woman. No matter how hard you try, it's in vain." The Queen Mother sighed.

"But the Empress doesn't know something. In fact, Bai Ling Emperor also has a gentle side." The purple myrtle fairy smiled.

The Queen Mother suddenly became interested and smiled, "Bai Ling will also have a gentle side? It's incredible. Specifically, how gentle is he?"

"Emperor Bai Ling is very gentle to his disciple Hua Xiaoyan. I think she is the only one who can act coquettishly in the arms of Emperor Bailing for thousands of years." Speaking of this, Ziwei Fairy's heart was a little sour.

"Ha ha, Ziwei, what kind of vinegar do you eat? Hua Xiaoyan is his apprentice. He thinks he wants to treat her better than outsiders. Hua Xiaoyan has grown up for more than 6,000 years. Anyway, she still has a master-apprentice friendship.

"Mother, Ziwei is not jealous." The Ziwei fairy blushed and denied it.

"I still want to advise you that sooner or later, let go and don't delay yourself."

"Bai Ling Emperor is the first person Ziwei likes. Ziwei doesn't want to give up like this." Ziwei Fairy said firmly, and then began to play the piano again.

"It's okay, it's okay." The Queen Mother gently tapped her eyes and fell asleep safely in the sound of the piano.

The sound of wisps of the piano is melodious, but a kind of love is reverbering, gentle sadness, sad and melancholy, like a persistent inquiry. Is Qin Yin entangled with a relationship? One person? A scenery? A cry? Or a deep sigh? The pain echoes clearly. Can you put it down? Can you put it down? The voice said the scars in the bottom of the eyes, like the scales under the deep pool, the streamer, the persistence, the eternity...

At the end of the song, the Ziwei Fairy took the piano and saw that the Queen Mother had fallen asleep and left quietly.