"Am I?" Rong Huang denied Sanlian. "I didn't. I didn't say I don't remember."

Shang Teng chuckled, his warm breath hit his ears, "No, you remember."

There is a kind of remembering that makes your apprentice think you remember.

Rong Huang smashed his mouth, his little head shook into a rattle, "I said no, I didn't."

Shang Teng sighed in frustration, but did not let go of Rong Huang, "Well, Master said that if there is no, then there is no."

What kind of tone is this?

Rong Huang immediately became angry.

Before the angry words could be spoken, he was gagged.

I don't know how long it took, the little girl lay softly on the boy's arms and rubbed the boy's chest hum.

"Master, I was shocked by the woman's intention to treat me just now."

The young boy's low voice was also mixed with a little panting, grievingly coquettishly with Rong Huang.

It seemed that the person who pressed Rong Huang in his arms was not him.

Rong Huang's head was thick and he could hear the sound of water when he shook it. He answered vaguely, "Scared?"

"Yes, I was scared, I need comfort."

The boy finished speaking and laughed low, his arms bent across the little girl's knees, and he hugged the person directly in his arms.

Rong Huang's small **** was resting on the boy's strong forearm, his expression sluggish.

He noticed that the teenager was getting closer and closer to the canopy bed. Rong Huang slapped Shang Teng's face without thinking, "What are you doing?"

"I'm seeking comfort from the master."

The young man stretched his arms and pulled down the curtain.

A small world suddenly went dark.

Shang Teng has a habit of cleanliness, and all the bedding is taken out of the spatial ring. Rong Huang's face is rubbed on it, and he can smell the faint fragrance of acacia.

Rong Huang Xianyu slumped on the bed and rolled his eyes when he looked at the excited look of the young man with his shirt off.

Really unreserved.

Just thinking about what posture he would use to conquer Feng's disease, Rong Huang's slender waist was caught by someone, his eyes turned.

"Master is an elder, so he should be on top."

The boy pressed to his ear and whispered with a smile.

The tips of Rong Huang's ears were red, and he tried to run when he stood up, but was easily picked up by someone.

"What did the master run? From today on, we are Taoists."

What kind of couple? ?

The king hasn't agreed yet, it doesn't count!

"Hey, let go of me!" Rong Huang flopped, kicking Shang Teng's face.

Shang Teng laughed instead of anger, and squeezed Rong Huang's little jiojio and got down.

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The second elder and the third elder who had gotten up early in the morning to check the spoils passed by Shang Teng's room with a small book, and suddenly heard the voice of Rong Huang's devil.

"Shang Teng, get out of here!"

The second elder and the third elder glanced at each other, with a clear look in their eyes.

This is the bedroom of Concubine Shang, the Sect Master couldn't help but rectify the Fa right there.

The lord is amazing.

In the bedroom, Shang Teng, who was originally asleep, was kicked out of the bed by Rong Huang, his eyes still filled with anxiety and contentment.

In less than half a month, the leader of his demons, an upright tyrant, was kicked out of bed twice.

How can this make him stand?

As a man, one must have the demeanor of the head of the family.

Shang Teng stood up on the edge of the bed, rubbed on the bed, pinched the quilt, and said hoarsely, "You are too fierce, be careful of me..."

Before his body stabilized, Shang Teng was kicked out of the bed by Rong Huang again.

"I'm fierce?" The little girl was disheveled, like a lunatic, "Shang Teng, you get out of bed immediately, let's break our relationship!"