Uncle is Up

"What sweet dreams are you having again? I just eat and eat all day long. Are you reincarnated as a hungry ghost?"

Bei Yinuan roughly opened his mouth and used spiritual pressure to press the green lotus into juice and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem, no, no, no, no, no."

When he opened his mouth, the green lotus juice immediately slipped into his throat. Just as he was about to spit it out, Bei Yinuan reached out and covered his mouth and pushed him back.

"Don't waste it," she said, "Xianzhi is very precious."

Xu Mingyu opened a slit in his eyes and looked at her with tearful eyes. His aggrieved look looked so pitiful.

"Have you swallowed it?" Bei Yinuan lowered his head and asked with a smile.

Her dark hair fell on his face, and his heart also felt itchy, as if he had been scratched by furry claws, and half of his body trembled slightly.

Xu Mingyu blinked her eyes with bad thoughts swirling in her stomach, and said in a soft voice: "Swallowed...but my chest hurts so much, and my stomach hurts..."

Bei Yinuan opened his open collar with one finger and said calmly: "Of course it will hurt. You have been penetrated. Your stomach hurts..." Maybe she fed something wrong.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled: "It's nothing to have a stomachache. Maybe it's the bugs in your body."

"Insects?" Xu Mingyu paused and looked confused.

"That's right." Bei Yinuan took the blanket on one side and gently covered him with it, saying slowly, "You've been poisoned."

Xu Mingyu's pupils dilated, and she raised her weak hands to touch around her stomach.

"Stop touching it, you can't find it." Bei Yinuan sat cross-legged and forced his hand back into the blanket.

Two pairs of dark and deep eyes met, Xu Mingyu pursed her lips into a straight line, and said a little childishly: "I was hurt because of you, and you are still so cruel to me, Bei Yinuan, you have no heart!"

Bei Yinuan exhaled with a headache and raised a smile with difficulty: "Then how do you want me to talk to you?"

Xu Mingyu lay back on the bed and began to moan: "O-at least rub it for me. My stomach really hurts, and the voodoo insects are probably eating my internal organs."

[He is lying, the voodoo only eats spiritual power and blood] Liu Wanwan sneered, but only Bei Yinuan could hear it.

Bei Yinuan squinted her eyes slightly. Her narrow eyes gave people a sharp look. Normally, she smiled softly, but now she dropped her gentle mask, and the ends of her eyes were raised and elongated. She suddenly looked serious and cold. Fear.

Xu Mingyu shrank his neck and felt a little short of breath, but as soon as the wound on his chest was touched, he immediately became full of energy again.

He rubbed his neck and said to Bei Yinuan: "My chest hurts, my stomach hurts, my feet hurt, I hurt everywhere!"

Bei Yinuan's eyes became more and more dangerous. Xu Mingyu swallowed her saliva and refused to change her words because she was injured, making it clear that she was in pain.

After watching for a while, Bei Yinuan was defeated by his shamelessness.

She stretched out her hand, touched his abdomen with her slender fingertips, and then pressed it for him gently: "Is it here?"

Her tone was soft and gentle. Xu Mingyu was flattered. He stammered and replied: "A little further down."

[Hey, this guy is pretty good at it.] Liu Wanwan was very impressed. [The key is that you are still used to him. No wonder he is so willful in what he says and does to you. 】

Bei Yinuan said nothing, and her expression did not fluctuate much. She rubbed Xu Mingyu's belly with her palms as usual, with the force sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Xu Mingyu, who had been pretending to be in pain, couldn't bear it now. He felt that the temperature of Bei Yinuan's palm was going to burn him through a layer of clothes and quilt, and his body temperature gradually increased.

He used his peripheral vision to secretly spy on Bei Yinuan's expression. The wind blew in from the window of the flying boat and gently lifted her dark hair. The hair stuck to her delicate side face, and it seemed to be stuck to his heart. Itchy and somewhat tender.

"Why did you block the sword for me?"

While he was stunned, Bei Yinuan turned to ask him.

The sudden gaze made Xu Mingyu look away in panic. He suddenly stuttered again: "Then, then, why is that? It's just, it's just subconscious."

Bei Yinuan: "Subconsciously looking for death?"

Xu Mingyu was speechless, but he didn't feel angry at all, because when he wanted to be angry, a small hand always gently stroked his abdomen, and the gestures were driven downwards, and his whole body was... He was as stiff as a dead corpse and dared not move.

"You don't have to."

The low voice accompanied Bei Yinuan's head lowering lower and lower, and his clear eyes reflected Xu Mingyu's face. He scratched his cheek slightly uncomfortably: "Actually, it's nothing. I'm thick-skinned and can't die, but you No, you are as delicate as a flower. If the sword stabs you, you will probably cry."

"hehe."

It was that devilish laughter again, and Xu Mingyu's expression suddenly froze. It's over, he said the wrong thing!

"Xu Mingyu." Bei Yinuan stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek, her eyebrows raised high, and when she saw that she still had the deep breath from before, she looked at him as if she wanted to chop him!

"Ouch, my stomach hurts so much."

He turned over, his body arched like a shrimp, and screamed, he thought that if Bei Yinuan still had some conscience, he would be able to let him go.

But Bei Yinuan did not.

"I am Jiaohua, who are you?" Bei Yinuan stood up, pulled out his sleeves, and a golden long sword appeared gorgeously.

Xu Mingyu rolled his eyes and muttered: "Ah, I feel dizzy from the pain."

"laugh."

Bei Yinuan couldn't help but burst into laughter. She made a soft sound that didn't sound like she was angry, and Xu Mingyu opened a slit in her eye to peek at her.

However, there was no one from Bei Yinuan in the flying boat. He half-stretched his body in confusion and wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to find the person. But as soon as he used his spiritual energy, the meridians all over his body felt pain, as if a knife was stuck in the veins of his body. It hurt. Now he believed that there was a poison in his body.

Bei Yinuan, who had disappeared, was hanging outside to deal with a group of birds and beasts that accidentally hit them.

The wings of the fifth-level black bird were as sharp as knives. They scraped past the flying boat, and a piece of the flying boat was immediately cut off.

Xu Mingyu rubbed his chest, then looked at the elegant Bei Yinuan outside, blinked his eyes, then lay down again with peace of mind, and then admired the beautiful face of the person outside.

People in the world of cultivation say that Bei Yinuan is the number one immortal king in the world of cultivation. He is gentle and elegant, like a jade tree orchid, and a tree like a pine tree like the moon. He feels the same way, but he thinks the appearance is the same, but his personality is different.

At least it wasn't like that when she was treating him. She was so gentle to others, but so cruel to him.

His gaze was too hot. When Bei Yinuan looked back, he waved to him and grinned.

Bei Yinuan tilted her head slightly, smiled, and calmly raised her hand to flick the black bird that hit her. With just one flick, the black bird rolled several times in the air, dizzy and confused. Can't tell the direction.

Xu Mingyu felt that he should be applauded here. Isn't that what Bei Yinuan is good at? If he does what he likes, it should be able to improve the relationship between them, right?

When he wanted to cheer him up, someone spoke up faster than him: "Wow, the Immortal Lord is so powerful. The slave family should have the same purpose as the Immortal Lord. I wonder if the Immortal Lord would like to let the slave family go with him?"

A woman in a red dress gently approached Bei Yinuan, her weak and boneless hands on her chest, but Bei Yinuan did not push her away or reject her.

Xu Mingyu's eyes suddenly widened. In shock and anger, he was able to shout with his severely injured body: "Bold demon cultivator, let me go!"

The water is hurting me. I won’t have water tomorrow. I have to write well.