The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 17

"How dare you—" just as the broken voice escaped from his throat, he was bitten hard as if punished. Lin Zhiyan exhaled in pain, and then his lips and tongue gently held the tender skin like pity, Licking carefully, the tip of the tongue gently sweeping over, the little young master couldn't stop trembling.

The bright eyes were soon filled with mist, and the beautiful young man's eyes were full of grievances, but he was powerless to struggle, so he could only whimper softly: "No...let me go..."

Lin Qingyang suppressed the little young master's constantly struggling hands, and sprayed warm breath on the delicate neck, stimulating the little young master's small and exquisite Adam's apple to keep sliding up and down.

Lin Qingyang's voice was almost hoarse.

"The young master is not good, what you say really hurts the hearts of your subordinates."

The big hand pressed harder, completely suppressing any resistance from the boy.

"Uh-no...don't, ah...Lin...Lin Qingyang, I hate you!" The young man finally realized the fact that he couldn't resist. shed.

Fragile and touching...

Woohoo...I hate you!I hate you!

Lin Zhiyan was short-tempered, as if thinking back to his childhood, every time Lin Qingyang came to challenge him with malicious intentions, and sometimes secretly used a small lost circle, which trapped him for a whole day.Sometimes with some hidden weapons, he was caught off guard.It wasn't until Lin Zhiyan's cultivation level was finally on par with him that he could barely get rid of this malicious trick.

Only now did the young master remember the fear of being dominated by this villain in his childhood (???), and he couldn't help crying even more fiercely, "Woooooo... Lin Qingyang, you always bully me... wooooooo"

The little young master recalled the sad past, couldn't stop crying, the tip of his little nose was red, his voice was choked up, he looked very pitiful.

Lin Qingyang was so soft-hearted that he almost melted away. He couldn't help but feel a little helpless. Looking at the pitiful appearance of the young man, he couldn't help pinching his tender face and coaxing him, "It's all my fault, be good. The young master stopped crying."

Tsk, it's still a little crying bag.

Lin Qingyang couldn't help but think of when he was a child, when Lin Xiaotuanzi was still a soft and glutinous little dumpling, those big black grape-like eyes looked at you ignorantly, and his cheeks were as white and tender as a big bun, which made people unable to bear it. I want to take two bites.

At that time, he wanted to bully him badly in his heart, why?It's just a fool, yet he is still regarded as the young master.

It is unforgivable to win the favor of so many people.

Do as soon as you think of it, Xiaolin Qingyang was enlightened early, and the great elder who had hoped for Sun Chenglong to teach him some basic knowledge of formations and talismans, so a small lost trace formation still can't trap him.

So the bad plan started. Seeing that cute little dumpling stepping into the Lost Formation ignorantly, Xiaolin Qingyang tried his best to ignore the little uneasiness in his heart, "Hmph, I will teach you a lesson this time." Thinking like this , Xiaolin Qingyang left happily.

Until it was getting late, Xiao Lin Qingyang in his room was a little restless, and he kept thinking about that defenseless soft bun face in his mind.

"How can there be such a stupid person! Even a lost circle can't get out!"

Some distraught voices disappeared into the wind, and there was also a little anxiety that I didn't realize.

The sky is dark and the trees are whirling.

When Xiao Lin Qingyang came to the Lost Formation again and broke the eyes of the formation, he saw such a scene——

The little Lin Xiaotuanzi huddled under an old tree, his ignorant and clear eyes became a little hollow, and he looked straight ahead. The exquisite and luxurious clothes had already become dirty. The child hugged his knees with his hands, silent I couldn't help but looked closer, only to find that the child was trembling.

Xiaolin Qingyang couldn't describe his feelings at that time, he just felt a little sour in his eyes, and felt regretful for the first time.

"Hello—are you okay?" Xiaolin Qingyang tentatively reached out to touch the child's arm, but did not get any response.

Xiao Lin Qingyang became anxious, and his actions were a little rough. He quickly took off his clothes and wrapped Lin Xiaotuanzi up, but when he was tucking his neckline, his hands trembled, as if he had been burned by something.

I saw the child's dark, out-of-focus eyes wide open, and big, crystal clear teardrops falling down, but there was no sound.

Silent crying is the most pitiful.

The little Lin Qingyang didn't understand yet, he just felt that the feeling of being stabbed in the heart by the point of a knife was really uncomfortable.

Now looking at the little young master who was a little wronged and crying under him, Lin Qingyang felt a little irritable, didn't he already warn himself?Never let a child cry again.

He was just about to release the restraint on the young master, when he heard the sobbing sound in his ears complaining, "Lin Qingyang, you bastard! I will never talk to you again!"

With a pain in his heart, Lin Qingyang smiled wryly, and coaxed softly, "Be good, the baby will stop crying, huh?"

"Don't call me baby!" The slightly raised voice broke down, and the young master gave him a fierce look. This kind of title that belongs to the dark history of childhood should be buried with a lunatic like Lin Qingyang.

Lin Qingyang indulged, "Well, it's my fault not to call you a baby, young master calm down." After saying that, he wanted to reach out to touch the boy's head, but Lin Zhiyan turned his head away.

With an angry "hum", Lin Zhiyan turned away from him.

The atmosphere was a little silent for a while.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, Qing Mo stood outside the screen window, and said softly: "Young Master, Master Lin, the Patriarch has arranged a comeback banquet to welcome the young master, please come over now .”

"Well, tell daddy, I'll be right there." Lin Zhiyan got up, without looking at someone who was half squatting on the edge, went to the mirror to straighten his clothes, looked at the handsome young man in the mirror, and was narcissistic. She smiled and found that there was nothing wrong, so she walked towards the banquet.

Lin Qingyang has been silently following behind Lin Zhiyan.

Sparkling, the evening breeze is coming.

Beside the Banyue Lake, there was laughter and laughter, and everyone was seated, just waiting for the main character of the banquet to arrive.

Lin Zhiyan helped the weeping willow in front of him, gradually revealed his figure from the somewhat dark winding path, and walked towards the main seat.

Lin Qingyang followed closely at this time and walked to Lin Zhiyan's side. The young master gave him a sideways look, but said nothing.

Everyone was also curious at this time. Lin Yunyuan, this precious son, hardly showed up. Except for the celebration that announced to the world seven years ago, they almost never saw this legendary young genius.

I saw two young men in a white shirt and a yew tree coming. Everyone was familiar with the yew boy. He was another genius with a single spiritual root in the Lin family, Lin Qingyang. At this time, everyone knew that the young man next to him was Regardless of their identity, they all cast their eyes on the boy in white.

He has a handsome figure and graceful hair.

The young man was dressed in white, with a light blue belt around his waist, covered with a basket of green gauze, like a gentleman like a bamboo, his every move was elegant and indifferent.

As he got closer, the outline gradually became clear, revealing a stunning arc.Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like stars, and her bright red lips are slightly raised. At such a young age, she reveals her elegance.

Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, and their faces are also different.

Lin Zhiyan glanced at the happy, silent, or curious faces of the crowd, smiled slightly, and said in a crisp voice, "Zhiyan first thank you uncles for coming here, everyone must have fun tonight. "

"Okay! How dare the old man disobey the young master's words?" A rough old man in the lower position laughed loudly, accepted this sentence, and drank a bowl of wine boldly.

The atmosphere became lively, and everyone exchanged cups, talking and laughing.

Lin Zhiyan couldn't avoid being given a few glasses of wine. Although he was young, a cultivator didn't care about these things, especially some of his peers who came to respect him in turn, wanting to see the young master's face.

By the time the banquet was over, Lin Zhiyan's eyes were slightly drunk, and his steps were vain.

"Well...you go down." Lin Zhiyan held onto the door frame with his hands, swung his sleeves slightly, and dismissed the boy who helped him back.

"Yes, the little one goes down first."

As the footsteps gradually left, Lin Zhiyan rubbed his temples, feeling a little uncomfortable. The banquet was too noisy just now, and when the silence suddenly subsided, his brain hurt a little.

He paused, slowed down, opened the door slightly pretentiously, creaked, and seemed a little empty in this silent night.

It was pitch black inside the door, and there seemed to be a faint figure.

Lin Zhiyan was startled, "Who?"

Suddenly the candlelight was lit, Lin Zhiyan narrowed his eyes, saw the figure in front of him clearly, and asked in confusion, "Daddy, why are you here?"

Lin Yunyuan frowned, but did not answer, his eagle eyes stared at the drunk young man in front of him.

Lin Zhiyan shrank his neck.

"Why do you drink so much?" Lin Yunyuan said in a deep voice.

"No... I just drank some fruit wine..." Lin Zhiyan retorted in a low voice.

Lin Yunyuan frowned even tighter, as if he saw his darling being dragged to pieces, he sighed softly, as if a little helpless, "Drink less alcohol from now on, you are still young, it is not good for your health."

"Enen... Enen." Lin Zhiyan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his movements were confused, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

Lin Yunyuan had no choice but to support him.

"Eh... Daddy, why are you two?" Lin Zhiyan, who was not being honest in his arms, popped his head, and tugged on his father's sleeve, trying to count how many people there were.

"Yan'er, you're drunk."

"Well - I'm not drunk, I still want to drink!" said the young director with flushed cheeks.

Taking off the young man's coat, Lin Yunyuan gently placed him on the bed. As soon as the young man touched the soft bed, he hummed contentedly, rubbed against the soft pillow unconsciously, turned over, revealing a white and tender body. With a small belly, she hugged the silk quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Yunyuan looked at the boy's cute sleeping posture, stretched out his hand to touch the sweet baby's white and tender cheek, and chuckled, "It's still a child."

Then I felt a little melancholy, the fairyland had already been opened, and Yan'er, as the young master of the Lin family, had to go there.

It's time to let go.