Chapter 527 Night

Inside the room, one could hear the heartbeat.

Because of his drunkenness, Xu Yuan really thought that the girl in front of him was what he saw in his dream, but the delicate warmth immediately made him realize that everything in front of him was real.

Facts have proved that even the coldest ice cubes are warm after being touched.

In order to facilitate movement, Ran Qingmo has never worn silk clothes. The material of the black clothes on his body is the composite fabric unique to the Sword Sect. It doesn't feel good to the touch, but even so, Xu Yuan can still feel the softness of the waistline under the black clothes.

Of course, it's really cold.

The feeling of being locked by Ran Qingmo's Dao Yun is not pleasant, and Xu Yuan feels a chill that he may die at any time.

Even with his eyes closed, his spiritual vision allows Xu Yuan to clearly feel the slightly vigilant eyes of the big ice cube in front of him turning back and forth on his face, and along with his sight, there is also the Dao Yun that has permeated every corner of the room.

Xu Yuan tried to figure out what happened just now.

He could understand his blackout. He was holding his breath after getting drunk. He was not surprised that he slipped on the snow in the yard and became the last straw that broke the camel's back, but he really didn't understand why he slipped inexplicably, and he didn't understand why Ran Qingmo appeared in his room when he blacked out.

It was like an invisible big hand was controlling everything in front of him.

Xu Yuan thought it was the old man who did it, but he had no evidence and didn't understand why he did it.

The messy thoughts spread in his heart, and Xu Yuan suddenly realized that he was thinking a little too far.

He was really drunk.

The hundred-year fantasy sword brew had a strong aftereffect. Even if Ran Qingmo's cold Dao Yun forced him to speak, the drunkenness continued to surge.

People who have been drunk know that after closing their eyes, the whole person is like being thrown into a drum washing machine, and the space around them is spinning and shaking all the time.

This drunken nausea and dizziness made Xu Yuan subconsciously hug the girl in front of him tighter, and the warmth from his hands made him feel down-to-earth.

But soon, Xu Yuan regretted it.

He sensed that the girl in front of him was ready to go.

The big ice ball was different from the rational princess with a chest wrap, and even more different from the washboard saint who knew the limits.

If she was provoked, this girl would really draw her sword and chop people.

Previously in Shengshan County, Ran Qingmo cut off the roof with one sword.

After the drunkenness was temporarily suppressed by the momentary shock, Xu Yuan, who started to think again, immediately calmed down.

The experience of the previous life told him that drunkenness was his protective color.

No matter what kind of woman, when facing a drunk man, even if she said she disliked him, her tolerance would be greatly improved.

Of course, this may be a little bit of face, and some of favorability.

But Xu Yuan had both of these points, so he was not panicked at all.

"Rustle."

The two of them lay on the bed facing each other, and a rustle of clothes rustled in the quiet room. Xu Yuan buried his head intimately in Ran Qingmo's collarbone wrapped in black clothes.

As the sandalwood incense in the room and the fragrance from the girl's neck just reached the tip of his nose, Xu Yuan noticed that the big ice ball in his arms had begun to tremble slightly, his beautiful eyes blinked, he pursed his lips nervously, and his jade hand gently pressed against his chest.

Xu Yuan didn't think Ran Qingmo was flirting.

When her fingertips touched his chest, strands of dark blue frost gradually spread.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan seemed to murmur unconsciously:

"Ran Qingmo"

"Hmm?"

Hearing the sudden voice, Ran Qingmo shuddered like a frightened little rabbit. After coming back to his senses, he quickly dispersed the Dao Yun on his hand and asked softly:

"What's wrong with you, Xu Yuan."

"I miss you."

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The gentle voice sounded in her ears, and Ran Qingmo's watery eyes instantly widened, blinking at the man's sleeping face.

She actually had a lot of things to ask Xu Yuan.

Ask him about his engagement with the princess named Wu Yuan, and why he didn't want to see her, but after hearing a gentle word, she was inexplicably a little happy.

The cold Dao Yun gradually dissipated with this little joy.

At this moment, Xu Yuan sincerely felt that spiritual vision was really a good thing.

Without spiritual vision, with his cultivation in the fusion realm, let alone exploring the Dao Yun of the big ice ball, he would have been caught by her the first time he sensed her state.

He tightened his hand around the girl's waist, and before she could react, Xu Yuan whispered softly:

"I'm so cold"

Looking at the man in front of him who had almost buried his head in his chest, Ran Qingmo pursed his lips gently, and after hesitating for a long time, he raised his hand and gently hugged his head.

The master's wife said that a girl's body should not be touched by men at will, especially the chest.

But Xu Yuan had touched it so many times before, and it shouldn't count through clothes.

Xu Yuan felt that he was going to succeed.

The confusion after being drunk made his thoughts almost single-threaded. He could only think about one thing, not the consequences, nor other trivialities, let alone whether the big ice block in front of him would cut people after being stressed.

For a moment, in the dim mansion, only some intoxicated whispers and the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other came from the bed, until.

"Ka Ka Ka"

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was replaced by a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Ran Qingmo looked at Xu Yuan in front of him with a little anger in her eyes, and a small hand grabbed his wrist that was wandering on her body.

She tried to control the strength, not too hard, but Xu Yuan's wrist still made a slight cracking sound.

It seemed to be broken.

The pain came slowly due to drunkenness, but the obstruction of movement made Xu Yuan subconsciously look up at the girl in his arms.

The black eyes were still clear, but for a moment there was a hint of anger.

After returning to the Sword Sect, the master's wife told her a lot of things between men and women in the boudoir, and also told her a lot of tricks that men would use to deceive women's bodies.

Ran Qingmo remembered all these honestly.

Even if he was angry, Ran Qingmo's voice was still as clear as ice:

"Xu Yuan. You are not cold, right?"

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The cold voice broke the silence in the room and gradually dissipated the drunkenness in Xu Yuan's eyes.

He looked at Ran Qingmo, and Ran Qingmo also looked at him.

After a short silence, Xu Yuan nodded gently to the girl in his arms:

"Yeah."

"You're not drunk either?"

"I should be a little drunk, but I'm still conscious."

"Oh"

Ran Qingmo responded and asked seriously: "Why do you want to act?"

The words fell silently, the cold wind outside was whistling, and the falling snow brought coldness to the world, but there was only warmth on the bed.

The two were very close, she looked at him and waited for his answer.

Xu Yuan's narrow eyes drooped slightly, and he said softly:

"I just miss you. If I don't pretend to be drunk, I'm afraid you will leave directly."

The soft words fell slowly, and only the sparks from the incense burner flickered in the room, and she unconsciously relaxed the force of pinching his wrist.

Ran Qingmo didn't look away, and thought seriously:

"I won't leave."

"Really?" Xu Yuan looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Ran Qingmo nodded gently, her long eyes still serious, and said seriously:

"But you can't touch me anymore."

"Why?"

"I have a strange feeling in my heart."

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The straightforward words made Xu Yuan stunned for a moment, but then a warm smile slowly spread in his heart, and he pondered for a moment:

"Can I just hug you?"

"Hold me."

Ran Qingmo blinked her beautiful eyes, as if considering, and after a while, she said softly: "You can only hug."

"Well, I want to sleep."

"Okay"

After a rustling, Ran Qingmo turned over in bed, facing Xu Yuan, silently pulled his hand and put it on her waist, and then said softly:

"You can only hug like this, Xu Yuan."

"Well, okay."

The words fell, silent.

The snowy night passed slowly with the warmth in the room. Just when Xu Yuan was about to fall asleep due to drunkenness, the murmur of Big Ice in his arms interrupted his sleepiness:

"Xu Yuan, are you asleep?"

"No, what's wrong?" Xu Yuan replied softly.

Ran Qingmo gently placed his hand on his wrist and asked softly:

"Um, does it still hurt here?"

Big Ice's hand was as cold as ever, and the cold touch from his wrist made Xu Yuan slightly stunned.

Drunkenness will make all senses slow, even for cultivators.

After thinking for a moment, he realized the "crackling" sound he heard just now, and smiled:

"I'm a little drunk, I can't feel it now, I should know tomorrow."

Ran Qingmo asked in a low voice:

"Oh, do you want some medicine?"

"Medicine?"

"Yes."

Ran Qingmo's voice was cold and serious: "This time when I returned to the Sword Sect, I asked my master's wife to teach me a lot of things. If you get sick again, I won't let you get cold."

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan whispered:

"I have cultivated myself now."

"Don't you need it?"

"Well, it's not that I don't need it. It's always good to learn more, but my wrist shouldn't need it."

Xu Yuan said softly, subconsciously pulling out his other hand to touch the big ice ball's head, but as soon as he moved, he heard a painful murmur:

"Um"

"What's wrong?" Xu Yuan stopped and asked softly.

"You pressed my hair."

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The familiar yet unfamiliar words made Xu Yuan silent for a moment. He could hardly remember how long he hadn't heard this sentence.

Pulling his hand out skillfully, gently brushing her long, smooth black hair, Xu Yuan whispered an apology:

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ran Qingmo responded.

"Heh"

Xu Yuan chuckled, as if remembering something, and suddenly asked half-jokingly:

"Ran Qingmo, do you know how the child was born?"

"Yes."

"Well? Do you really know?" Xu Yuan was a little skeptical.

"I know!"

Ran Qingmo's voice was a little alert, and after a pause, he whispered back: "This master's wife gave me a booklet before."

"Ah?" Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Ran Qingmo explained in a serious manner:

"It's a booklet with similar content to the dual cultivation method obtained in the Qionghua Secret Realm."

Well, it seems that I can't fool him anymore.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan sighed silently:

"Okay, let's go to bed."

"Well, you go to sleep, I won't leave."

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That night, Xu Yuan had a dream.

According to past experience, sleeping in the same bed with Da Bingtuozi, the drunkenness should make him dream about her, but after falling asleep, he directly entered a snow-white space.

In this space, he saw a flawless sword and also saw the uncle.

This was a lucid dream.

When Xu Yuan regained consciousness, the uncle had already swung the sword at him.

Based on the principle that he could still be bullied by you in his dream, Xu Yuan was ready to beat up the uncle to vent his anger.

But the facts proved that he had to be bullied in his dream.

But fortunately, there was no pain.

This was very comfortable.

Beheading, waist cutting, vertical chopping, sword skills exchanged again and again, dissipated and condensed again and again.

This slightly long process made Xu Yuan immersed in it, but after another encounter of weapons, the flawless sword in the snow-white space suddenly moved.

It formed a phantom.

Then,

this phantom inexplicably fought with Feng Jiuxuan.

Although it was a dream, everything was extremely real.

Because it was a dream, Xu Yuan could clearly see every detail of the fight between the two.

The sword skills that were as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon were constantly splashed between the two figures.

The sword moves were peerless and the sword skills were stunning.

It was very beautiful, so beautiful that Xu Yuan completely forgot the idea of ​​dreaming about the big ice ball at the beginning, and was completely immersed in the pure sword skills.

Buzz——

Finally,

accompanied by a buzzing sound, the two figures began to blur, the snow-white space began to break, pieces of white gradually peeled off, and warm yellow light shot in from those gaps.

"Pah."

Everything returned to silence.

Then,

Xu Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and the influx of a large amount of information made his consciousness chaotic for a while.

What he saw was the familiar wing room, and the sunlight in the early winter morning gently fell on his eyes through the window lattice, which was a little dazzling and a little warm.

"Hmm"

After a soft murmur, Xu Yuan suddenly realized that there was a soft and warm "object" in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and saw the black hair with a fresh fragrance.

The memory of last night began to revive at this moment. The fantasy sword brewed by his uncle was a good wine. Even if he lost memory, he still didn't have a hangover headache and nausea today. This made Xu Yuan immediately realize who the "object" in his arms was.

Ran Qingmo was still wearing the ink clothes, and his hands were still on her delicate belly, hugging her body tightly.

According to common sense, the movement of him waking up should wake up Ran Qingmo, the great master, but at this moment she was still motionless in his arms.

While wondering, Xu Yuan suddenly caught a glimpse of this ice ball holding a palm-sized source crystal in his hand.

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Sleep with him for a whole night, and don't forget to practice, right?

Just as he was thinking,

after the black-clothed girl with her back to him in his arms had dispersed her martial arts, a clear voice came quietly:

"You're awake"

Xu Yuan whispered back:

"Yeah."

".Then can you let me go?"

As he spoke, Ran Qingmo's soft body moved forward slightly, half turned his eyes, and said faintly:

"Xu Yuan, the hilt of the sword on your waist kept scratching me last night and made me feel a little uncomfortable."