Douluo: The Tang Poison Official Match

When Shen Xiu and Tang San returned to the bamboo house, an hour had passed.

While in the woods, Tang San’s Blue Silver Emperor grew wildly, firmly creating a dark and private space for the two of them. Shen Xiu was pressed against the tree and had to cling tightly to Tang San’s back to make Tang San. Unscrupulously burnt his jade-white body one after another gorgeous red marks, just like blossoming red plum blossoms on the snow. The two clung to each other tightly. Tang San held Shen Xiu's hand, folded his hands on top of each other, and moved, leading them up to the state of joy amid the crisp sound of bells.

Shen Xiu was held by Tang San all the way back to the bamboo house, the kind that he hugged sideways-commonly known as the princess hug. He was enveloped in a large black cloak, and his black hair was scattered on Tang San's arms in a mess, his delicate eyebrows did not show a single trace, only those delicate feet swayed in the air, bringing the bells above them. Followed the jingle.

"No, don't go back from below, go directly to the second floor." Shen Xiu couldn't imagine what kind of look he would get if he really appeared in front of everyone in this image. Shamelessly twisting the meat around Tang San's waist, it was not soft at all, it was hard, but his fingers hurt a little, Shen Xiu squashed his mouth in frustration, and cursed secretly, what are the muscles so strong?

Tang San jumped to the second floor from the back of the bamboo house, not reminding Shen Xiaoxiu that the people downstairs were at least the soul emperor's cultivation level, how could he not know their movements, just because he was embarrassed and pretended to not know it.

Hugging Shen Xiaoxiu directly to the bathroom, Tang San watched as he lifted the cloak, and stared at him with a pair of moist peach eyes, who thought he was fierce. In fact, his little expression was beaten by the intoxicating blush at the end of his eyes. Shen Xiaoxiu smiled without deep meaning, "Master Tang Zixiu, would you like to take a shower? I promise to wash you clean from inside to outside and from top to bottom~"

As he read "Tang Zixiu", the young man's voice became heavy, like ridicule and like whispering, gentle and unattractive.

What responded to him was the cloak hitting his head and face and the bathroom door closed in front of him with a "touch".

Tang San grabbed the cloak and touched the tip of his nose. There was no one around, and a faint red appeared on his face. Don't look at what he pretended to be calm, but in fact...the little third is still a pure and innocent virgin~

Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Tang San cleared his throat. In order to divert his attention, he began to look up and down the room where Shen Xiaoxiu had lived for five years.

The room was exceptionally clean and tidy. Tang San, who had been with Shen Xiu for so many years, naturally knew how clean his little lover was. At first glance, it was all green and green, and I felt calm and peaceful, as if all worries would be relieved. Tang San's gaze crossed the delicate and elegant wardrobe in the corner, and landed on the big bed covered with a soft white mattress and blue and white quilt — it was indeed a big bed, and Shen Xiu wanted to satisfy his liking. The childish preference of rolling around on the bed specifically asked Ming Erming to make this bed half the size of a room.

Tang San walked to the bed, thinking that Xiaoxiu had fallen asleep on this bed for five years. He raised a relaxed and peaceful smile, spread his arms and fell back on the warm bedding, as if there was a deep self-cultivation in his breath. With a light smell, he rubbed the quilt contentedly, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, his eyes were slowly heavier.

When Shen Xiu changed his clothes and came out, he saw Tang Sanhe breathing smoothly on the bed, with a faint fatigue between his eyebrows. He let go of his movements, and his long hair had dried out in five years. The head and long hair have almost reached the calf position. He sat on the side of the bed lightly, and looked at Tang San's peaceful sleeping face, bending his eyes uncontrollably, leaning over to kiss Tang San's unconsciously frowned brows, Shen Xiu smiled softly.

As if he felt a familiar breath, Tang San's eyebrows slowly loosened, and his warm and handsome facial features were exceptionally soft.

"Brother, good dream." The voice in his ears was clear and gentle, and Tang San murmured "small repair" vaguely, sleeping more deeply in the light fragrance.

"Xiaoxiu, where's the third brother?" The atmosphere downstairs was a little weird. Xiao Wu was sitting on the bamboo sofa on the left holding the tourmaline and Han. Seeing Shen Xiu walking down the stairs alone, she couldn't help but asked a little strangely.

Sitting in the middle were two long-lost people. Ye Lingling wears a long silver-gray dress, her delicate face habitually wears an appropriate smile, and when she hears the sound, she also looks at Shen Xiu, her smile is much more sincere, and she is also apologetic, "Xiao Xiu." She looks like sunshine next to her. The handsome Huo Shaoheng, compared with the last time we met, Huo Shaoheng is already more calm, and also smiled and nodded towards Shen Xiu.

On the sofa on the right, Ji Chen stood silently behind the sofa, Qiao Changyan sat with red eyes, and it was Qiao Changyan, who was kneeling in front of her, who was in thin blue clothes.

"The third brother is tired, let him rest for a while." Shen Xiuchao Ye Lingling and Huo Shaoheng smiled politely. After answering Xiao Wu's question, Xiao Wu's eyes widened in surprise, "Hugh, rest! This is impossible! You guys! , Did I guess wrong? You are the one above?"

Shen Xiu Heixian, "Xiao Wu! Very simple rest!"

"Oh oh oh scared me to death," Xiao Wu said with an exaggerated aftermath, "that means you are still the one below?"

Shen Xiu: ^Mom's mental retardation, I don't want to talk to you!

"Zixiu." Qiao Changyan wiped away her tears, and stood up from the sofa. The originally bright and charming woman had appeared a little haggard in a short period of time.

"Sister Chang Yan." Shen Xiu picked up a blue and white jade ring from the table and clasped it on her black hair. His expression was exceptionally calm. When he walked to the woman, he smiled slightly, his tone indifferent and he couldn't hear the joy or anger.

"Zixiu, although I know it doesn't make much sense to say it, but I still want to say it," Qiao Changyan looked at the boy in front of Zhilan Yushu with a heavy expression, she bowed deeply, "I'm sorry."

Shen Xiu didn't hide, his eyes were clear, "Sister Chang Yan, you didn't apologize for us, why do you apologize?"

Qiao Changyan sighed long, "After all, he is my younger brother. He said that the eldest sister is like a mother. The younger brother did not learn well. It is my sister who did not teach well..." There were tears in her eyes, and she tried her best to suppress it. , She reluctantly smiled, "Zixiu, you are so kind to us, but Xiaoyan is so to you, I dare not ask for your forgiveness. I will take Xiaoyan to leave as soon as possible, but this is help. I don’t know how to repay it now."

"No." Shen Xiu's gaze swept over Qiao Changyan, who was swaying with his head down, and the corners of his lips showed some coldness, "It's fine for you to take care of him." It's fine to design him, he doesn't. I would be too angry, because I didn't use much sincerity because of my doubts. But Qiao Changyan shouldn't even calculate with the third brother! He is Tang San's Ni Lin, so why isn't Tang San his Ni Lin?

Anyone who rebels against scales touches it with terrible anger.