These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

"Master has also become strange..."

she whispered.

The lips are slightly opened, the pink and tender are extremely attractive, like the pulp of grapefruit.

21 You are a traitor, I am a bad master

The kiss at close range was not kissed, but it was like the sadness of not being able to love.

The person you love is right in front of you, but you can't seem to express your love.

Lu Qingyan won't know, when Wei Tu looks at her drooping eyebrows and her lips that are not closed, what is the most real feeling.

The woman who chose to die with the devil seemed to have disappeared into the dust just like that.

If you were not so persistent in your previous life, think more about her.

Will the result be different?Could he at least keep her...

In her previous life, did she love herself?

It should be because he loves himself, otherwise, how could he have left the last chance to himself, but he failed to catch up with her last one.

It should be because I love myself, otherwise, how could I remember the last letter for a long time, and how could I feel sad when I think about it?

How lonely she was, not only did she leave, but she also took Jiang Ying and everything.

Become a so-called hero and stand on the top of a mountain that people admire.

He has done many great things and has been sought after by many people.

But why, why left her there?

Take shallow breaths.

Heavy breathing.

Fiery breath.

Moist breath.

Lu Qingyan felt that she couldn't resist for too long, this kind of stalemate made people dizzy, and made people aware of the ambiguous beauty.

She felt that the person who couldn't control the kiss in the next second was herself.

but……

"..."

Something fell on the ground and turned into crystal clear fragments, obviously only one drop.

But it is like a shooting star that suddenly shines in the dark night.

Lu Qingyan raised her head in astonishment, and saw the young man in front of her, with a very clear trace of tears on her cheek.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he looked at himself with an unprecedented expression of sadness, regret, and self-blame.

Lu Qingyan panicked.

She had never seen Wei Tu with such an expression. As for his tears, ever since he became sensible, no amount of suffering had ever made him cry.

Why are you crying?

Lu Qingyan flusteredly reached out her hand to caress Wei Tu's cheek, and tried her best to wipe the other's tears with her palm.

She whispered nervously.

"What's wrong... Did I really hurt your heart? I'm sorry... Tu'er is sorry, Master doesn't want to be like this..."

Wei Tu looked at the woman's flustered expression, but he smiled warmly.

Lu Qingyan was even more disturbed.

She hugged the boy and hugged him hard, as if she wanted to integrate herself into the boy's embrace.

The woman was a little incoherent, as if she just wanted to keep him by her side.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Master didn't want to make trouble with you, nor did he want to make you sad. Master just..."

Those sudden sentimental emotions evaporated.

Maybe it can't be said to be a sudden sadness, but a wound that has been hidden in the bottom of my heart suddenly leaked a crack.

This crack is called the past, the past.

Occasionally, the wind will blow out from the crack, making people's emotions suddenly fluctuate, disappearing or rebirth is normal.

He hugged the woman's shoulders and said softly, "It's okay, Master, I'm not sad."

"But……"

Listening to the familiar tone, Lu Qingyan felt the warm breath enveloping herself again.

"It's okay, I just remembered a dream, Master."

"Dream?"

Lu Qingyan leaned against his broad chest.

It seems that every time I lean against his chest, I feel emotional.

At first, the boy's mind was thin and weak, as if there was only the bright moon and the breeze, and he couldn't bear all the heaviness of this world.

Maybe it's a matter of course to give a little beauty.

But now, he is broad, warm and down-to-earth.

He is an upright man.

His amazing growth rate allows him to do things that he can't even do, which is amazing, and it also makes people feel that he is ready to fly at any time.

Perhaps it was only at this time that Lu Qingyan felt that she was a woman, not the mountain master of Xiaoyuan Peak, or the elder of Yuan Jianzong.

Not a female swordsman who must be strong and must protect many people.

Under his tricks, she can be a little woman, complaining occasionally, reprimanding loudly, and acting like a baby in a very subtle mood.

But he can tolerate it, just like an adult who is more mature than himself, obeying himself and comforting himself.

Lu Qingyan would not tell Wei Tu about these things, she wanted to secretly enjoy all of this as a master.

People always don't know how to cherish because of the flood, and they don't need to be happy too often. Lu Qingyan knows that the rarer the more precious.

She also doesn't want to be someone who forgets her original intention.

Only these do not want to forget, only these do not want to live up to.

Of course she likes him, she likes him very much, from when he was a child, to when he was a teenager, to when he is mature and more age-like, she will always like him.

Fate was doomed from the beginning.

Wei Tu hugged her, breathing in the smell of her hair greedily.

He said softly, "Yes, it was a dream. I dreamed about a completely different direction from now, our different lives. I dreamed that I left Xiaoyuan Peak..."

"You left...?"

Lu Qingyan asked nonchalantly.

Wei Tu nodded, "Yes, I left in my dream, and I also left with Su Mi and Jiang Ying. I became a very prestigious person, which is different from me now. I am single-minded, a sword, a Lover. But I left Master alone on Xiaoyuan Peak, and I went far away."

"Have we never met again?"

Lu Qingyan asked in a low voice.

Wei Tu said, "It's rare to meet each other. We exchanged letters. I didn't help Master exercise. Master just kept going, just like what I mentioned before. Until Master, you and a devil died together. We never saw each other again, not even the last time."

"and after?"

"Later... Later I came to Master's grave. I drank there, drank a lot of wine, was drunk there, and didn't want to leave. I kept repenting. I read all your letters. Some of you I sent it to me, and you kept some of them. Then I realized, Master...you like me."

Lu Qingyan listened to the boy's 'dream', but felt her eyes moved and her nose sore.

"Yeah, I like you."

"I like you too. Some things have been said a long time ago, but saying it doesn't mean it will be resolved, so I still feel uneasy. At this time, I worry you like a child. I am the one who is sorry."

Wei Tu put his arms around her shoulders.

Soft body, soft waist.

It seems that this woman can be folded into any desired posture and shape at will.

But Lu Qingyan is not a fresh snow, of course he would not be willing to do so.

Lu Qingyan smiled, and reached out to stroke his long hair.

"You're just a child. I've taken care of you for so long. It doesn't matter if it lasts longer."

Rather, Lu Qingyan hopes that she will be stronger and can take care of him longer, but it seems that all of this is irreversible.

The young man has finally spread his wings, and it seems that now it is his turn to follow in his footsteps.

But it doesn't matter, the story will not be interrupted, and there will be a later story.

It's not a tomb, but a lonely dream of drunkenness and death, that's very good.

"Then master, take care of me more."

"How do you want Master to take care of you?"

Lu Qingyan bit her thin lips slightly, because she was sensitive enough to notice that the boy's breathing was gradually becoming unsteady.

Obviously, she knew exactly what kind of omen this was.

When his palms stopped confining her so hard, but turned into free strokes on her soft back, she knew that this young man's evil intentions had come out again.

But under such circumstances, Lu Qingyan couldn't think of refusing at all.

She could only bite her lip, and let the young man do whatever he wanted on her body, who made... who made him her Tu'er.

Wei Tu chuckled, almost biting her ear.

"The child needs to drink milk, right..."

The smirking boy made the woman blush, and her heart trembled slightly.

This stinky brat is getting more and more presumptuous... He has no cover at all, yet he can say such extremely frivolous words to himself...

But thinking so, the fiery feeling couldn't be concealed.

As his palms rubbed her waistline, Lu Qingyan's body honestly became hot.

"How can there be such... such a big person, don't be ashamed..."

"Well, I really want to."

"Don't think about it..." Lu Qingyan blushed hotly, her eyes drooped slightly, and she felt his fiery palm pressing against her belly through her skirt.

The fiery touch can penetrate the not thick dress long ago.

The heat transferred almost scalded my heart.

I don't know what it feels like, it's just that my body... seems to be getting more and more used to his breath.

I don't know if it's because of body forging, but obviously...it wasn't this serious before.

But now, as long as he gets close, I can't help but blush and want him to hug me.

As long as he touches her, she feels like there is no cure, hoping that he will take more from her.

It's really bad...Lu Qingyan, what a bad woman you are now, are you still his master?Or elders?

What are you doing...

The more clearly he thinks about it, the words in his mouth are like another self, the words spoken by a cold and reserved self.

"Master... there is nothing for you to drink."

So Wei Tu lowered his head and gently pressed her forehead against her forehead, forcing her to raise her head up little by little.

Then kiss her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and her lips.

At the same time, he climbed up the mountain with his palm unstoppable.