It was extremely quiet that night, and the candlelight seemed to shaking less. In the small room, Shen Qingxuan's voice was not loud, but it was clear that his expression was very serious and even solemn.

He said with this expression: I am the same as you, how about you?

Yimo was a little surprised.

How could you not be surprised?

He was originally a snake, but he was attracted to others because of his cold personality. The person who enlightened him is now an immortal in heaven. He has been practicing for thousands of years. After this disaster, he can pass through another tribulation and reborn in the position and the immortal class. It will only take another two or three hundred years. At this time, a mortal Shen Qingxuan said with confidence: I and you all have the same fate.

Where to go together? Heaven or earth?

Yi Mo could see that Shen Qingxuan did not have the roots of practicing Taoism, which was related to fate. Shen Qingxuan had a strong fate and was indescribable, but he only adapted to the world. Although Shen Qingxuan, who was rich and wealthy, was in a bad mood at this time, it was just a period of bad luck.

When we first met, Yi Mo knew that this was his opportunity for him and Shen Qingxuan. Meeting was an opportunity, otherwise he had been hiding in the mountains. How could he enter the Shen family courtyard on that day? He also appeared snake-shaped wrapped around the railings and basking in the sun, which made Shen Qingxuan pour a cup of hot tea over his body.

Therefore, he helped him just to follow the will of heaven. According to the sayings of the world, he was a noble man in Shen Qingxuan's destiny. If he helped him overcome trouble, he could also gain merit.

Shen Qingxuan, who has survived the misfortune, will naturally follow the trend of fate, and it will have nothing to do with him to be the marquis and ministers in the future. Yi Mo does not take the benefits of the world seriously, but Shen Qingxuan's fate is determined and cannot be detached.

Moreover, a mortal life is only a hundred years, and a hundred years are just a drop in the ocean for him. In the future, Shen Qingxuan died of old age and his bones were corrupted. He was still like this, standing in the world. How could he live together?

Yi Mo walked over slowly, stood in front of Shen Qingxuan, lowered his head, looked at him calmly for a while, and then said, "I really underestimated you."

Shen Qingxuan knew that his previous words were very rash and even offensive, but he didn't know how he could say such a stupid word. At this moment, Yi Mo was accustomed to being cold and could not see the clues, so Shen Qingxuan took this sentence as a compliment. Unexpectedly, Yi Mo paused and said calmly: "Although the thin one fell swoop when he saw the wind, his lustful heart was very big."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly asked him to comment like this, but he couldn't react for a moment. He still raised his face and looked at him in a daze. When he reacted, Yanyun ignited a loud bang on his face, and he suddenly didn't even say anything. He whispered: "You, what are you talking nonsense!"

Yi Mo still stood with his hands behind his back, with no turmoil on his face. He just said slowly: "I will save your life and promise you to recover as usual. It is also necessary for you to repay me with your body. But I have not yet developed lust, but you are so anxious that I am very surprised."

His words were clearly organized and his thinking was clear, but he suddenly bombarded Shen Qingxuan's thoughts into scum and could not speak.

Seeing that he was messy, Yi Mo blushed as if he was about to ignite spontaneously in the next second, and his tongue was tangled. After pondering for a moment, he raised his hand, curled his fingers slightly, and touched the fingertips on the unspeakable face. It seemed like a test, and it seemed very light and thin.

The heat was transmitted from the fingertips and the touch was smooth. Yimo opened her palm again and turned her wrist to completely cover the heat source. It was extremely warm.

Later, his palm slowly stroked the face, rubbed it from the forehead to the cheekbones, and finally stayed on Shen Qingxuan's thin jaw. After his cold palm touched for a while, the temperature on Shen Qingxuan's face not only did not drop, but became even hotter.

Regardless of Shen Qingxuan's staring blankly, Yi Mo touched himself for a while before he took back his hand and said, "I've lost weight, but I'm still smooth."

Shen Qingxuan shouted "ah" lowly, then he instinctively shrank back. He woke up and reacted quickly, saying, "Do you think this is a business deal and still need acceptance?"

Yi Mo raised his eyes, looked straight at him, and said, "Since you want to agree with your body, don't you allow me to test the quality?"

Shen Qingxuan still blushed, but his mind had recovered most of his mind. Seeing that he was so honest and unsatisfied, there were only two people in the room, and they were getting close to each other, and their breaths were even more ambiguous, he simply pulled down his shame and whispered: "According to your words, I am actually repaying my kindness. Have you seen a man who would give me a promise to repay my kindness? There are no records in those books."

He was talking, but Yi Mo once again reached out and untied the belt around his waist.

As soon as he loosened his waist, Shen Qingxuan pursed his lips and swallowed what he was about to say. He suddenly realized that Yi Mo didn't understand, but deliberately shirked his thoughts to repay his kindness. In this way, it would be much easier to solve, and there was no such a tangle.

Shen Qingxuan thought about this, but he felt that his heart was flooded with ice water, and the cold air was everywhere. But he had some experience and he recovered without showing any expression. He thought that he was not the opponent of this knowledgeable old demon, but he did not move at all, so he let Yi Mo wear a loose clothes for himself.

The silence suddenly returned to the room, with only the subtle sound of the loosening of the belt.

Shen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at his outer robe with wide open mouth, revealing his snow-white middle robe. He also saw the thin, hard and powerful slender fingers moving skillfully, loosening the thin belt on the waist of the middle robe, and untiing another thin belt. When Yi Mo's cold fingers touched the skin on his body, Shen Qingxuan felt cold and some small bumps appeared on his body.

I noticed his reaction, Yi Mo stopped, remained silent for a moment, and asked, "Are you still willing to agree to this?"

Shen Qingxuan was also quiet for a moment, then laughed softly, raised his hand to untie the crown of his hair. His long hair poured down, covering half of his face in strands.

"Since you are repaying kindness, you must be sincere." Shen Qingxuan put the corner of his lips, put Shu Guan aside, turned his face and smiled calmly: "Don't say you are a snake, you can't freeze me to death. Even if it's the thousand-year-old ice, I might have it."

After hearing this, Yi Mo didn't say a word, stretched out his hand again, walked through the loose hem of his clothes, and slowly stroked the thinnest curve around his waist.

Shen Qingxuan shivered on his hands and relaxed his body. He closed his eyes as if he was unwilling to see the scene at this time. He was dedicated to the hand that was touching his waist, swimming lightly or heavily on the curve, sometimes pausing and rubbing slowly, sometimes increasing strength, tightening his waist.

Perhaps because of the difference in body temperature, the person who caressed him at this time was not the same type, but the same sex. The part that should not have been so keen was particularly sensitive at this moment. Shen Qingxuan only felt that the skin on his waist was ignited from the inside to the outside, and a wave of numbness was transmitted from the waist muscles to half of his body, connecting the meridians in his lower abdomen were being kneaded and pulled, and he was not covered by the robe, and the part of his inner pants gradually raised his head.

Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes unevenly and happened to meet a pair of cold eyes like a cold pool. In an instant, his heartbeat, which had gradually become chaotic, was completely defeated.

Shen Qingxuan didn't know where he got the courage, so he grabbed Yi Mo's collar, pulled him to his face, touched his nose, and said with his lips: "Put me on the bed."

Hearing his slightly soft voice sounded in his ears, Shen Qingxuan blushed in an instant, but said:

"You have difficulty in legs and feet and weak bodies. Please bear with me."
Chapter completed!