Fox seven eyes wave light micro flash, he laughed: "Xianjun said is."

"Listening to you is better than reading for ten years."

Rosin bent his finger over his head in a funny way and tapped, "again nonsense."

"I didn't," Fox seven puckered her lips wrongly, "just to tell the truth."

He was lying on lothing's body, and his smooth silver hair fell from his shoulders. He looked at lothing so carefully, with a vague feeling in his eyes, as if to crush his eyebrows and eyes into blood.

This kind of look made Luoxin feel uncomfortable. He coughed and said, "what do you want me to do?"

Fox seven's fingertips fell on the tip of his brow, and slowly slid to the lip, "naturally, you look good."

His voice was tender, and with the breeze at night, people seemed to be drunk with him.

It's good-looking. It's really good-looking.

The eyebrows are clear and clean, and the blue eyes are like clear lake water, rippling with Lingling light.

Eyes, nose, lips, there is no imperfection, showing a unique temperament.

It is just in this way that he can form his favorite immortal.

So, how could he be willing to hurt lothing?

Fox seven leaned over and the dragonfly bit the water to kiss Luoxin's lips. His hand gradually went down to explore Luoxin's waist position, and picked out: "Axin."

His voice was too sweet to say, "it's a long night. Why don't we discuss it again?"

Luoxin only felt that his mind was not clear, not physically, but from the bottom of his heart, like a little drunk.

He didn't have time to stop, so the later things became out of control.

The last time he did it, loessien still had some sense. In the final analysis, he was not affectionate.

Now it's a little different.

Luoxin bent down and looked at Fox seven with a smile.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart. I just feel that Fox seven tonight seems to like to smile. It's like honey on the tip of his eyebrows and the bottom of his eyes. All of them are affectionate.

"Asin," he said slowly, leaning against rosin's neck socket, "do you like me?"

Luoxin did not speak, so fox seven can only hear his slightly suppressed breath, and the beating heart.

Across Luoxin's shoulder, fox seven saw a bright moon in the sky.

The moon is hazy and shining. Reflecting on them, the scene is just like a beautiful painting.

Fox seven eyes half closed, his consciousness is a little at a loss, no focus of the line of sight to see the past, only such as the water of the moon, and Luoxin's eyes.

He suddenly smile up, fox seven think, he saw the sentiment, this is enough.

Finally, he pulled Luoxin down from the altar.

……

……

Luoxin found that Fox seven seemed to be more and more sleepy.

He sleeps most of the day. The rest of the day is around him. He is very good. He can only become a fox and nest in his arms.

Simply, fox seven directly lived in the West Island, Soul City things are handed over to red Yan processing.

Luoxin vaguely aware of the fox seven what is hiding from him.

This day, fox seven rare sober, he sat on the edge of the spring, quietly in front of the water.

Luo Xin has just recovered from his cultivation. Now he is only one step away from the highest level, but he can't step on the last barrier.