Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

Ye Fengjun came out of the main hall, walked along the Shoushou Veranda for a while, and found the hopeless Jun who was wandering in front of the set of square flower windows with hollow steps. Through the flower window is a living water pond, and a small piece of green bamboo is planted in the open space on the west side.

Because of this bamboo forest, Hanshan Temple was hidden from view by heavy smoke. The gardens in the Jiangnan area are very particular about borrowing scenery, so the vegetation on this open space has been changed many times. One was a cricket, another was a peach blossom, and I have tried boxwood, camellia and osmanthus.

In the long torment that can't get Ye Tan's attention, the idle king can only hope to waste his endless time on these trivial matters.

After so many reincarnations, Jun was hopeless to look back and found that Cuizhu was the most right.

Ye Fengjun saw the drowning gaze, and could not help but yell, "Master."

Jun hopelessly looked back at his face, and for a moment hesitated, he could not help asking: "Who are you?"

He replied, "It's yours."

Jun hopelessly stunned: "Ye Fengjun."

Ye Fengjun stood down beside him, staring intently at him.

After all, this is the sword pavilion, and Jun has no hope of his own restless restlessness.

Jun hopelessly whispered: "Adam."

Ye Fengjun responded steadily: "Yes."

The past was awake and drunk again, and the flying sand of the sea was still scattered. This feels really wonderful, Ye Tan is not Ye Fengjun, Ye Fengjun is Ye Tan.

He stood right under the corridor without a joke of laughter, but even more exciting, Jun could not help but pressed his head and asked for a long kiss.

Ye Fengjun has seen the records of every life, and saw with his own eyes how he repeatedly rejected the hopelessness of the king, how to cruelly extinguish the hot and gentle heart, and enjoyed his wings without knowing it. He was forced into the abyss.

He warned himself numerous times: This time I changed the initiative.

After Ye Fengjun went through all this, the blood and possessiveness in the chest were surging to the extreme, and he wished to make up for all his cold and lonely years in one day, and it was urgent to be almost frivolous. Even so, the respect and docile engraved in the bones have not had time to completely abandon-Ye Fengjun, who is eager to the light, and Ye Tan who is indifferent but gentle, he swings back and forth between the two extremes, and he feels fast. Split.

Since returning to Jiange, old scenes and old romances are vividly remembered, and he is more like going backwards.

Yesterday's day can't stay, today's day is more troubled. He couldn't help but think, "What can I do, why don't you give up on me?"

Whenever Ye Fengjun has this idea, it is more like Ye Tan who will shut him out of hope. And whenever he looked this way, Jun hopelessly used to changing his own initiative.

Jun hopelessly pressed his lips and pressed him to the trunk on the side of the veranda, while slitting Ye Fengjun's placket.

Ye Fengjun reacted, and whispered, "You are here ...?"

Jun hopelessly choked softly with the tip of his ear, and asked mutely, "Who said that ... all places and postures should be compensated to me?"

This sentence is naturally said by Ye Fengjun.

In Changluoye that year, Jun hopelessly quietly planted a nirvana for Yetan to prepare for the back road, confirming that everything was done, and he said goodbye to that person in his heart. He only hoped that Ye Tan and Jun Xuanheng would live in peace in this lifetime, and never have to come to Tianshan to ask him for help.

He has been chasing that figure for too long, and it is time to take a good rest.

Jun Wuwang hasn't stood still yet. A familiar voice outside the courtyard greeted him, "Isn't I going to Tianshan? I'll send you a ride."

Jun was hopeless.

Riding his foot on the magnolia white dragon foal and tilting his head with a rein, he looked at his man and Ye Tan, who had been sleeping in the back room, looked back and forth several times.

Jun hopelessly horrified: "How come there are two Yetans ?!"

The man on the white horse smiled: "You're wrong. There are three of you."

Jun hopelessly embarrassed.

The man extended his hand to him, and the hopeless ghost gave him a grip and sent him back to his horse.

Jun hopelessly froze, and heard him whisper in his ear: "Can you change your own face first? I look really weird."

Seeing his stunned and unresponsive, the man smiled helplessly: "Well, master, I'll help you."

He raised his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. Jun hopelessly felt cold, and his appearance had changed back.

Jun hopelessly startled: "How do you have authority? Who are you ?!"

He asked, "Do you remember what the world number is?"

Jun Wuwang recites: "S233B817 ..."

He smiled: "You look at it again."

Jun hopelessly squinted and cut into the interface of the system for a look, and then he was shocked again and again: "818 ?! What's going on? How come one more ... I clearly read the 817 file ..."

"I read it." The man laughed. "This week, the real administrator is me, not you."

Jun Wuwang: "You you you shouldn't ..."

"It's me. You transferred the place of this world to me. After I was dead, I went to this world and read and learned about all the past ..." He loosened his wrists and believed in Ma Youyi, shuttled in the night view of the bamboo building, and gently tightened his arms Hopeless, "Since I know all this, how can I bear you alone?"

Jun hopelessly whispered: "You ... Why do you give up the qualifications of this world now that you have obtained eternal life ..."

"Rest assured. The Yetan next door is one level lower than me. We are not the same personality. I have not violated the ban ... Master, I will find you in the next life even if this life is over.

He added: "It's strange to call me Ye Tan again, master, please give a name to your subordinates."

Jun hopeless eyes red.

This is what Ye Tan first said to himself. He did not know how much effort he had ... but never let Ye Tan communicate with him calmly.

"I, I won't choose a name ... you ..." Jun Aiai said hopelessly.

"Then I'll take it myself." He bent his eyes and smiled, squinting Jun Jun's hopeless cheek. "Just call Ye Fengjun."

Jun hopelessly felt a bit too straightforward, his face was burning.

Ye Fengjun said quietly: "I have carefully read your records of every life."

Jun was nervous when he was hopeless: "How, how?"

He was too clear about how many times he messed up, too much of what he did that made Ye Tan hate. He was mentioned at this moment, and he was very much like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I think you have been in the wrong direction." Ye Fengjun said.

Jun looked hopeless: "Ah?"

"Knoxuan, who knows nothing, is attracted to Yetan, who knows nothing. You know so, why do you have to let a monk who knows together have no hope, to find Yetan, who knows nothing? This is not necessarily Is it different? "

Jun hopelessly dumb.

He had long felt that the contact with Yetan in every life was getting worse and worse.

But forgot that the two were not equal at all.

"King who knows everything is hopeless, it is natural to deserve to know all night Fengjun." He said frankly.

"Did you not say?" Ye Fengjun picked him up and turned himself, raised his chin. "Only Jun Xuanheng can accompany this happy ending."

Jun had no hope of going through hundreds of reincarnations, and never had the chance to be treated gently by Ye Tan. He was overjoyed at the moment, but was a bit silly, just staring at him blankly. Ye Fengjun looked at these eyes, and his heart was burning, his heart was burning, and he kissed him gently, softly:

"This sentence is the same for you."

Jun looks hopeless and unpretentious, somewhat unbelievable. He didn't even say a word, lowered his head tightly and pulled his cuffs tightly, and Ye Fengjun nodded in his ear: "What do you want?"

"I've had too many dreams with you at the end of my life." Jun smiled bitterly, his eyes were dry and sour, "I'm afraid this time is fake."

Ye Fengjun knows very well that in the first few reincarnations, he was unwilling, and he hissed and wept. Later, no matter how sad he was, and his heart was torn again, it was only this sorrow of sorrow. He couldn't even shed a tear.

"Master, I know that I have missed too much." Ye Fengjun gently kissed at his fingertips, "You rest assured that all your thoughts are futile ... I will compensate you one by one."

He hugged his master carefully, and couldn't help thinking of a lifetime. It was Jun Wuwang who hugged Ye Tan Zema to hurry and couldn't help wanting him. ——Jun has no chance to get close to Ye Tan. There are very few chances, and it is no wonder that he will be tempted on horseback.

That time naturally ended because of Ye Tan's resistance.

Ye Fengjun thought so, his body could not help but react. Jun is hopelessly aware of the change, his face and body are stiff.

"Have you ever been in love with Ye Tan right away?" Ye Fengjun hugged him, gently soothed with one hand, and whispered in his ear, "Don't reject me, master ... every time you beat, every time Every place, I know everything. I think ... it's all compensated to you. "

Jun was hopeless, and he was drunk like a demon.

Ye Fengjun loosened the reins, pulled open a large cloak and buckled it in front of the host, covered the two bodies, and faded half of the host's clothes in the bumps. The skin fit tightly, Ye Fengjun pressed red on his chest with one hand, and ran into his leg with one hand and rubbed. Jun hopelessly holding his hand, he said, "Come in directly."

Ye Fengjun said, "How can I hurt you. After a while, I expanded ..."

Jun hopelessly closed his eyes and hoarsely said, "Did I wait long enough?"

Ye Fengjun stunned.

He suddenly realized that maybe what Jun hoped for at the moment was not soothing and pleasure, not an orderly situation with everything, but merely pain—real, frank, and related to each other ’s pain.

The horse stopped, and the two, who were almost free, could only rest on the horse's back and breathe.

"How? Master, are you satisfied?" Ye Fengjun kissed his back lightly and asked with a teasing smile.

"It's not fun, I regret it. I won't play next time." Jun hopelessly face pale, very afraid.

This night was too expensive, and Jun couldn't wait for a long time to return to his heart. When Ye Fengjun took him into the river to wash, he was so tired that he passed out.

Jun was hopelessly scared that day.

But it was limited to that day.

He kept in mind the words that Ye Fengjun touched him. When he was intrigued, but Ye Fengjun felt inappropriate, he tried to persuade him and refute him.

He wasn't the kind and naive Jun Xuan. He was brutal, overbearing, revengeful, harsh and frivolous.

It doesn't matter, because it is him, Ye Fengjun will always be happy.