On the Correct Posture of La Bang

Chapter 39

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and Shenxiang sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

When Shen Yue woke up, he heard the raindrops knocking on the window outside the window, making a tick-tock sound, and there was a warm body in his arms. He looked down and found that Hua Fanjing was around his waist, and his head was on his chest. I slept peacefully.

There was a smile in Shen Yue's eyes. Lying on the bed, he didn't want to move, so he put his consciousness in his own space, and found that the flowers and plants were swaying. The posture and frequency looked like they were practicing radio gymnastics.

Although the space is large and the things are comprehensive, like another small world, Shen Yue still used his consciousness to get them out, because he could feel that the outside world was a natural aura, and the inside world was his heap of spirits He doesn't like to do it if he doesn't need something urgently. He likes things that grow naturally.

It was a habit he had brought from his own world.

Vajra flower, little cherry, dogtail grass and others were thrown out of the space. Shen Yue used the plug-in provided by the system to transmit sound transmission to them directly to the spiritual consciousness, and let them form a team to go for a walk.

By the way, establish diplomatic relations with those singing and dancing flower demons outside who are bathed in the water because of the rain, and leave a clean space for their good landlord, that is, myself.

As long as you don't walk around until you get lost and need him to find someone, that's fine.

Shen Yue's two palms were constantly heating up. He spread out his palms and saw the two imprints emitting blue light, probably because they like the atmosphere here, whether it's the space, the ingredients radar, or the food. Whether it's a strategy or a strategy, it's all about / wanting / moving.

There was even a tendency to fly out of Shen Yue's body.

Can dissociate?Shen Yue pressed his palm and found that it was so hot that his flesh and blood felt like boiling.

But there was no smell, he took a closer sniff to make sure, but Hua Fanjing woke up after such a movement.

"Morning." Shen Yue hugged him closely.

When Hua Fanjing just woke up, she was a little dazed. Immortals don't need to rest or sleep. She hasn't felt so peaceful since she recovered her original body.

No wonder mortals have to rest, this kind of "cute" feeling is really good.

For flowers and plants, it is a natural phenomenon that one season dies and another season grows. They can rest from the extinction, and they will bloom better in the next year. Bad things become good and then upgrade to good, generation after generation.

So it makes sense to say in his world that "Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers".

Hua Fanjing is a white lotus flower born from heaven and earth. Because of its abundant aura, it escaped from this way of birth and death at the beginning, and accumulated step by step to cultivate a fairy body. It has never felt such a mysterious and mysterious feeling. At that time, she didn't sleep, and walked in Shen Yue's space. Because of her short stature, no matter how she walked, she couldn't reach the end.

It was to kill his boring time.

Now that she was awake, she was willing to let Shen Yue take advantage of her, so she leaned forward and kissed him too.

No matter when and where, Hua Fanjing always has a cold fragrance on her body. Shen Yue loves this kind of smell. She bites the corner of Hua Fanjing's lips. Behind the back, there is a trace without a trace.

After pestering Shen Yue, he realized that something was wrong. Why did he have a strange feeling on his back?

Hua Fanjing smiled like a sneaky fox.

At this time, Shen Yue realized that his posture was a bit wrong. He might have been sunk by Hua Fanjing just now, and even his sanity was eaten by the other party. Now he is sitting on Hua Fanjing's lap, and Hua Fanjing is relaxed. She wrapped her arms around his waist, put her slender fingers on his back, Shen Yue's hands were placed on Hua Fanjing's shoulders, it was alive/color/life/scent.

"The window is not closed." Shen Yue couldn't help panting, resisting the urge to groan, and insisted on saying this.

Although he is bold and unrestrained, he doesn't want to perform live / spring / palace in front of a group of flower demons who have opened their spiritual consciousness.

"Don't worry," Hua Fanjing bit his ear, "I'm also reluctant to show you to others, whether it's flowers or grass."

"Can I only show it to you alone?" Shen Yue sank impatiently, struggling with Hua Fanjing's words.

Hua Fanjing took a deep breath, and moved his fingers nimbly twice. Thin and long grass grew around the window, weaving and winding spontaneously, becoming a natural curtain.

Shen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but found that he was relieved a moment later. Hua Fanjing bit his neck, and when he looked up, he found...

What about the roof of his house!

Why are the stars in his sky bright? !

Hua Fanjing gave him another "surprise".

"Shen Yue, look." Hua Fanjing pressed Shen Yue's face and turned his head nearly 180 degrees.

Shen Yue saw the things behind him uncomfortably, and felt even more uncomfortable after seeing it:

Why do you want such a high-definition mirror?

The author has something to say: Today's provisionally fills up so much.

I feel a little uncomfortable with a cold, I hope everyone will forgive me.

Try to update on time tomorrow, and review computer graphics at night...

The season is changing, everyone pay attention to the weather... I eat so regularly and wear so warm, but I still have a cold...

Tears run away...