Chapter 232: He Huan Sect: Socially anxious master vs. sickly disciple 7
Ji Xiao was frightened by her lion roar for a second. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Quan Jiu suddenly raised his knee and hit the man between his legs.
Ji Xiao's face changed drastically, he pushed her away, and finally came to his senses.
001 is also a man, with thin lips tightly pursed:
"You don't have to be so cruel. You should at least consider your happiness for the rest of your life."
Quan Jiu: "He was obviously unconscious just now. He was kissing me one second, and he might have bitten off my tongue the next."
She raised her eyes to look into Ji Xiao's eyes, only to find that the man's eyes were clear and bright, with the whites of his eyes and pupils evenly distributed, and he had returned to his normal appearance.
Ji Xiao stared at the messy teeth marks on Quan Jiu's neck, his face visibly ugly.
He actually kissed a man.
The other party is still his master...
He finally lost the appearance of a saintly figure, his hands clenched into fists, and a cold air emanated from his body.
"I was reckless and offended Master. Please punish me."
Quan Jiu slowly and steadily tied up the loose collar of his shirt.
"What happened to you just now?"
Ji Xiao lowered his eyes and said, "My disciple was too eager to achieve success and accidentally went astray while practicing the technique."
Only then did Quan Jiu remember the Hehuan Sect's deceptive martial arts.
The Hehuan Sect has a treasured martial arts technique that is a hidden gem - "The Hehuan Heart Technique". This technique is divided into ten levels. The first three levels can be practiced alone, but for the last seven levels, one must find someone to practice together.
As a person with social anxiety for thousands of years, the original owner simply couldn't stay with others all the time. Gradually, as soon as the other party looked into her eyes, the true energy in her dantian began to run wildly. In the end, not only did her skills not improve, but she suffered serious internal injuries.
Because of this reason, her cultivation level has remained at the third level.
Quan Jiu looked at Ji Xiao meaningfully:
"Ah Xiao, you've been stuck on the third floor for a long time, right?"
Ji Xiao remained silent.
Quan Jiu patted his shoulder:
"You can find someone to practice with."
She was sure that Ji Xiao had no intention of practicing the "Hehuan Heart Method" at all, and his true strength was far beyond the third level.
Ji Xiao raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and saw her bright red lips and the ambiguous and messy kiss marks at a glance.
The "man" had porcelain-white, delicate skin. He remembered that he didn't use much force, but the entire skin from his chin to his chest was a glaring red, his eyes were watery, and he looked like a pitiful little thing that had been severely ravaged.
Ji Xiao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he inexplicably avoided her sight.
Quan Jiu stared at the scraps of white silk on the ground:
"Are your eyes better?"
Now that you are well, why do you still need to cover your eyes?
Ji Xiao: "...It's not over yet."
Quan Jiu nodded with a look of understanding.
"That's what I was wondering. How come you were blind yesterday but can see today?"
Ji Xiao: “…”
"You should take good care of your injuries, and I will not disturb you anymore."
Quan Jiu planned to leave.
As soon as she left, Ji Xiao lowered his eyes and stared at the wrist and arm that Liu Susu had grabbed. His black eyes, which had originally returned to normal, flickered again.
In a few breaths, his eye color changed dozens of times before finally returning to that of a normal person.
He teleported to the edge of the pool, took out a handkerchief and wiped the skin on his wrist vigorously, not stopping until it became swollen.
Di Xie emerged from his space at some point, making a buzzing sound, as if trying to dissuade him.
It stuck close to Ji Xiao's arm, rubbing it gently, acting very coquettishly.
Ji Xiao said coldly: "No."
Emperor Xie: Oh, no, no, no~
Ji Xiao: “…”
…
After Quan Jiu returned home, he locked himself in his room and did not go out for two whole days.
In the early morning, the clear sunlight shone into the yard. She stretched and got up refreshed.
“It would be great if I could stay at home like this every day…”
She no longer wanted to revive the sect.
The vines imitated her and stretched in an anthropomorphic manner. Hundreds of red irises bloomed on the branches at the same time, and the vines climbed all over the walls of the room. The scene was spectacular and amazing.
Quan Jiu glanced at it and said lightly:
“It’s all fancy.”
Like a flashy peacock with its tail spread out.
The vine proudly shook itself, rolled up a teacup with its vines, and handed it to her lips for her to rinse her mouth.
Quan Jiu accepted its dog-licking service and touched its head.
"From now on, you can call me Xiao Tengzi."
As flattering as a eunuch.
The vine stopped in mid-air and froze for a second. After digesting the name, it suddenly stretched out two new branches and rolled out of the house.
The next second, Zuo Yao, who was putting on his pants, was dragged into Quan Jiu's room.
Zuo Yao, who was only wearing a pair of shorts: "..."
Quan Jiu, who was rinsing his mouth, said: "…"
The vine that did something bad: "QWQ~"
“Master, Master…”
Zuo Yao's face flushed red.
Quan Jiu glanced at his bare thighs:
"Put your pants on before you talk."
Zuo Yao nodded and was about to put it on when another branch of the vine came back.
There was also a person wrapped in the branches and leaves.
Ji Xiao was wearing a black robe. He looked at Zuo Yao, who was holding his pants and didn't know whether to put them on or off, and Quan Jiu, who was only wearing underwear, with his brows furrowed.
"Brother Zuo, how can you behave so untidy in broad daylight?"
Zuo Yao felt aggrieved: "..."
He is not the only one whose clothes are in disarray, why are you scolding only him?
Is it fair?
Quan Jiu cleared his throat and pretended to be reserved:
"Ahem...Ah Xiao is right, Zuo Yao, put on your pants quickly."
In front of Quan Jiu, Zuo Yao pulled up his trousers, fastened his belt, and gradually became indifferent.
"What's the big deal? There are no women here. We're all men. You have everything I have. What's there to be afraid of?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and he lifted up his clothes to show off his eight-pack abs.
The man's body has tight lines and every muscle is full of explosive power. Due to years of fitness training, his skin is a deep bronze color.
Ji Xiao couldn't help but compare him with Quan Jiu.
Both men, one is masculine and strong, while the other is weak and fragile, like a boiled chicken...
Not only that, his skin is so delicate that a slight pinch will leave a red mark.
Looking at Zuo Yao showing off his body lines like a peacock with its tail spread out, Ji Xiao felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.
"He" is just a weak man who doesn't know how to train. What's the point of Zuo Yao showing off like this?
"call--"
A gust of cold wind blew past, and Ji Xiao's black coat was draped over Zuo Yao, completely covering the man's abdominal muscles.
"Brother Zuo, it's cold in the morning, so it's better to wear an extra layer."
Quan Jiu watched Ji Xiao take the initiative to give his clothes to Zuo Yao. Zuo Yao, a 1.75 meter tall muscular man, put on Ji Xiao's clothes, with a simple and honest smile on his face. He stood obediently beside Ji Xiao, wrapped his clothes tightly, looked up at him, and said happily.
"I know that Junior Brother Ji loves me the most."
Quan Jiu's mouth opened into an O shape.
She understood.
It turns out that men love other men the most.
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