After the Hehuan Sect Picked up His Tentacled Wife from the End of the Crane

[Gentle and crazy, the mind is more aggressive than the lotus pod. X is a clingy person who catches people without knowing it and gets them at his fingertips] The Hehuan Sect is infamous. It is a legendary sect that is shameless, degenerate and relies entirely on indescribable spiritual practices. Only the sect's crane tail sinks late, he is over 20 years old, in his prime, has no cultivation, and his innocence is still there. What he wears is a wind-god, handsome and good-colored, carefree and uninhibited, with natural charm, but he passes among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touching his body. Everyone in the sect sighed with regret. —— Shen Qichi did not want to rely on supplements to cultivate, and he was not willing to have his power taken away by the sect master and turned into a puppet once he succeeded. He turned his whole body and life into a stepping stone on the sect master's way to the top. Therefore, he worked hard and planned for many years, and finally got his wish and was knocked down by the sect master in exchange for a chance of survival. Then she was captured by a mountain spirit monster and brought back to get married. The small tentacles have just transformed, and they look no bigger than a weak crown. The long hair is not tied up, hanging down like a waterfall, scattered around the waist, making the face look white and small, like a handful of easily melted snow. When she went to sleep in Shen Qichi's arms, her head was buried in the crook of his neck, the tip of her nose was pressed against his collarbone, her breathing was shallow, her back was bent into a fitting arc, and her whole body was embedded between his chest and abdomen, as if she was sleeping at home. As the saying goes, people will be killed by swords and I will become flesh and blood. Shen Qichi, who had no cultivation, sighed and could only obey the terrible monster and become his human cat nest. Then he gathered the vines entangled around him into his arms one by one, and hugged the sleepy little tentacle monster together. I made a braid easily. —— Later. Guan Shan's long hair was as messy as a waterfall of mist, and his pupils were out of focus under his trembling eyelashes. His wrists and limbs were paralyzed to the ground, struggling to escape. Shen Qichi, neatly dressed and looking as usual, stood not far away, smiling carelessly. Only one tentacle is wrapped around the fingertip. With such a physique, how dare you invite someone from the Hehuan Sect to get married. Reading Reminder 1. Chen Qichi 2. Su Gong Meng Shou, only physically and mentally, the young couple turned to literature 3. The tentacles of feeling follow the setting of restraint and exist in the void. Their number is unlimited, so there is no need to worry about where to grow. 4. The tentacles are like whistles to the spiritual body. Each tentacle has its own thoughts, but not many. Intention: Love mountains and seas