Chapter 980 Yes, Ten Thousand Years Old Snake

Chapter 981 Yes, Ten Thousand Years Old Snake

When Xue Ming came back, Yao Xiaomeng had already left, and Nan Xun was lying on the rocking chair in front of the bamboo house, gently shaking the chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Feeling the familiar breath, before she opened her eyes, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

Xue Ming carried her away from the rocking chair, took her place himself, and hugged her on his lap.

"Hey, don't move your hands and feet." Nan Xun opened his eyes, first squinted, and then looked at him, "Be careful that my rocking chair collapses, it can't bear the weight of two people, let alone you push me up alone." two."

Xue Ming said: "If it collapses, make a new one."

Nan Xun smiled, "It's great to have such a ready-made carpenter. If the furniture is broken, you can always replace it with a new one."

Seeing him staring straight at her, Nan Xun reached out and touched her mouth, "See, it's already swollen into a small sausage. If you Meng Lang like this again next time, you won't even think about kissing me again."

Xue Ming hummed, "I'll rub it for you."

Nan Xun scolded with a smile: "Fuck, it's already swollen like this, if you rub it again, it won't make it even more swollen."

"Don't use your hands, use something else to rub it for you." Xue Ming said, suddenly lowered his head, wrapped his thin lips around the swollen pink lips, and gently licked and pecked.

"Pfft, it's a little itchy."

"I'm afraid it will hurt you more."

"Ming, you are such an old pervert."

Xue Ming sucked it hard at the end, put two fingers on her chin, and smiled meaningfully, "I feel more like an old snake. Didn't Xun Xun hear that snakes are inherently obscene?"

Nanxun: ...

Are you not ashamed but proud?

That's right, it is indeed more like an old snake, a ten thousand year old snake!

"Ming, I have coaxed Xiaomeng just now."

"Why do you coax her?"

"Of course I'm too lazy to coax people who don't care, but I watched Xiaomeng grow up, so this kind of affection is naturally different from others."

"Are you sure you watched her grow up?" Xue Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.

When he spoke, his tone was calm, with a touch of tenderness and a smile, low and gentle, which sounded really nice.

Nan Xun gave him a sideways glance, "Yes, yes, this looks a little watery when I grow up, tell me honestly, did you do it on purpose when you led me to retreat for ten years?"

Xue Ming said calmly, "If you really want to watch me grow up, I'm afraid you'll raise me as your son. If you want to chase you, I'm afraid it will take more effort."

"You cunning old snake. It's because you are too narrow-minded, which caused Xiaomeng to distrust you very much. When she left, she was so worried that she cried."

Suddenly remembering something, Nan Xun's waist, which was held in his arms, suddenly straightened, and then stared straight at him, "Ming, when I washed Xiaomeng's spiritual root, did you tamper with it?"

Xue Ming was silent, and said shamelessly, "I just don't like your eyes on others."

"You, you, you, you are too much, you can mess around with this kind of thing? The water spirit root in Xiaomeng's body is obviously stronger than the earth spirit root!"

"I've helped her widen her meridians, and now her earth root is more than the water root in her body, and it will be easier to practice." The man who has the courage to destroy but also has the ability to repair has a leisurely attitude, feeling that he doesn't need to repent.

Nan Xun choked suddenly, but couldn't find anything to refute.

Without waiting for Nan Xun to express any further opinions, Xue Ming had already taken out the script books he had found out, "Look at Xun Xun, do you still like these books?"

Then, I opened it and read for a while.

Nan Xun was fascinated by what he heard, and boasted: "Ming, you can become a storyteller in the future, and the story is really good."

"I will read it to you when you are too lazy to read it in the future."

Nan Xun smiled, "Just read one or two to me once in a while, I'm afraid your throat will feel uncomfortable if you read too much."

Hearing the words, Xue Ming suddenly rubbed her big palm irregularly on her waist, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, when your throat feels uncomfortable, let Xun Xun let me kiss it, this will help moisten my throat."

Nanxun: ...

I really want to slap this stinky shameless man into the soil, and stab him upside down.

"By the way, Xun Xun, I was very lucky. I found the color-changing Douluo bowl I mentioned last time outside. Would Xun Xun want to see it?"

Whenever Nan Xun was about to beat Xue Ming, Xue Ming used other things to attract her attention.

It was the storybook she liked to read just now, and this time it was the Color Changing Douluo Bowl that she was very interested in.

"Is there really a color-changing Douluo bowl?" Nan Xun wondered.

She already believed that Xue Ming was lying to her back then, but she never expected that the other party really found this thing!

Xue Ming handed the Douluo bowl to her, "Xun Xun can give it a try and pour wine into this Douluo bowl."

After finishing speaking, he took out a jar of peach blossom wine and placed it on the small table next to him.

"It's really inconvenient for you to keep hugging me like this, why don't you leave?" Nan Xun turned his head and glared at him.

Xue Ming held her waist tightly, and asked, "Isn't sitting on me more comfortable than sitting on this rocking chair?"

Nan Xun said with disgust: "You are too hard, your whole body is hard, it makes me very uncomfortable."

Huang Xiaoba: If Xue Mingda hadn't used his mind to control a certain place at this time, you would, cough, be even more embarrassing.

Xue Ming had no choice but to let go of her, and sat on a small bamboo stool beside her.

Nan Xun couldn't wait to pour the peach blossom wine into the Douluo bowl, holding the bowl with both hands, staring straight at it.

Not long after, the wall of the bowl filled with peach blossom wine really changed color!

The sapphire color slowly turned red, and finally turned into a blood red color!

"Ah Ming, it really changed color. It turned into a red bowl, scarlet and clear, even more beautiful than blood jade." Nan Xun said happily.

Xiao Ba: Xue Mingda dripped the refined blood into this Douluo bowl, the master only felt that the color was scary.

It stands to reason that the fleshy body of the four-clawed red-blooded snake had already exploded into slag in the first world, but because the primordial spirit of the red-blooded snake in front of him was too strong, the recast body once again condensed four Claw Crimson Blood Soaring Snake Bloodline, after tempering it a few times, I'm afraid it will be as strong as the original body.

and many more! Xiao Ba suddenly thought of something.

This douluo bowl contains Xueming Da Da's blood, wouldn't drinking the wine in this bowl improve his health? Even if it can't compare with Xue Ming, it's much easier to bear this big viper.

Xiao Ba suddenly felt that he was the truth.

Xue Mingda really didn't miss anything, even taking into account the happy life in the future, tsk tsk.

Silently lit a candle for Nanxun.

"Does Xun Xun like it?" Xue Ming asked her.

Nan Xun touched the bowl, nodded and said, "I like it, it feels amazing."

She didn't drink this bowl of peach blossom stuffing until she had seen enough.

It's really delicious.

Nan Xun secretly glanced at the small table.

As soon as he glanced at it, the jar of peach blossom wine was gone, and it was put into the storage container by Xue Ming, and the action was extremely fast.

The man stretched out his hand and pinched her nose, then flicked her forehead lightly, his eyes were extremely doting, "Little greedy cat, drink at most one bowl a day."

Nan Xun leaned over, pouted twice on his thin lips, and bargained with a smile: "Two bowls."

"Xun Xun come a few more times."

After thinking about it, Nan Xun really used her little sausage mouth to linger on his lips for a long time, and even made a particularly loud sucking sound.

"It's been so long, why not three bowls?" Stretched out three fingers.

Xue Ming pursed his lips slightly, as if reminiscing the taste just now, seeing Nan Xun's watery eyes staring at him with hope, with a smile in his eyes, took her hands, pressed two of them lightly, and turned back. Sentence: "A bowl."

Nanxun: ...

"Teng Xueming, you dishonest king, eighth, egg—"