Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

On the bank of the East China Sea in Shenzhou, next to the long forest of apricot blossoms for thousands of miles, there is a clean courtyard.

As dusk approached, warm light shone on the small flower beds in the yard, where some herbs and flowers were planted in a mess, exuding a burst of fragrance, which was not beautiful or elegant, but somehow warm.

A handsome man in dark blue clothes sat cross-legged on a stone table, boredly watching a thin monk wrapped in a large black robe plant flowers in the flower garden.

"Ning Yuan...help me water..." The people in the flower garden were busy fertilizing and patting the soil, and at the same time ordered their little broken sword, which had finally learned to change form, to water the flowers.

The sword spirit who was condensed in the coldness of the abyss responded, and squatted next to him with a big water pot, slowly watering the newly planted flowers, without any expression of complaint, after all, even the shovel in his master's hand They are all spirit weapons that are more than a little bit more powerful than him.

After pouring the water, Sword Spirit glanced at the person next to him who was picking up the soil and catching bugs, raised his eyebrows secretly, and sighed in his heart, it would be better for another person to be spoiled by that god-defying devil. The more you should be pampered and indulgent, how can you let his master here, the more you spoil him, the more stupid you are...

It is estimated that the master also knows his master's stupidity, and he is guarding every day every day, and he is only willing to leave for a short while in retreat today.

Feng Yangye dug out a small worm from the soil, and was about to dig another one, when there was a chaotic atmosphere in the room, he immediately dropped the worm he had just dug out, stood up and rushed into the house.

Ning Yuan's cold soul turned into a sword shape and followed beside him, sighing again in his heart... Now sticky bean buns are no longer enough to describe his stupid master, this is simply a lump of paste that cannot be shaken off.

"Twelve..." The door was pushed open, and a slender figure rushed in, grabbing the burly monster that had just opened its eyes.

The monster retreated and tried to completely fuse the last sliver of split souls without improving his cultivation.Rong merged a little more, but during the fusion, he was hit by the power of heaven and earth, which aroused part of Feng Yangye's spells left in his soul, causing the sea of ​​consciousness to be temporarily sealed, and he couldn't remember anything. Not a contract in the soul, but he could sense that the spell was just a remnant, and it shouldn't take long for it to heal.

Then who is this person...?The stern-faced man lowered his head, and saw a gray and unfamiliar face looking up at him, with crooked eyes and a warm smile... It made him want to pinch that soft face.

While he was thinking, the man's arms hooked his neck, and the two soft lips were pressed together, with a hint of sweetness, he opened his mouth, and the other's little tongue skillfully penetrated into his mouth middle.

The body subconsciously supported the back of the man's head, held the little tongue in his mouth and gave a mouthful, drawing the man closer to him.

Feng Yangye's physique is still good now, but when he doesn't show the power of heaven and earth, he neglects to cultivate his dantian, so his cultivation level doesn't seem to be considered high.

People don't seem to have a city, and they seem to have been kept in captivity for a long time... Is it my furnace?After Shui Wufeng had doubts in his heart, he let go of his mouth, and the man sat in his arms comfortably and intimately, took out a piece of shortbread from his pocket and took a bite.

"Why is your body so dirty?" Shui Wufeng looked at the other party's dirt-stained hands and black nails, unable to ignore that his "stove" seemed to be dirty all over, he wrinkled in displeasure He frowned, his tone slightly apologetic.

Feng Yangye blinked guiltily, with a mouthful of cake in his mouth, trying hard to think of how to explain.

Seeing that the little guy didn't speak, he got up with his arms in his arms, and after dissipating his consciousness, he found the hot spring pool in the Xinghua Forest, moved and appeared beside the pool.

Ning Yuan Hanpo hurriedly followed his master's breath, came a few steps late, and then saw his master soaking in the water alone... The clothes were placed on the shore, and they were not surrounded by monsters like in the past. Fold one by one and collect them...

Sword Spirit frowned suspiciously, hid behind the big rock next to the hot spring and took a peek at Shui Wufeng, this devil is acting weird today, he is still looking at the scenery from so far away?

Normally, even if he didn't take a bath, he would always sit cross-legged by the pool, smiling and looking at his master... What's wrong today?

Shui Wufeng felt the needle light on his back, turned his head and saw a dark blue long sword that hastily shrank behind the big rock to hide him.

The sword seemed to belong to his small furnace, looking at that sword spirit was sneaky, much smarter than his master.The monster glanced at the strange magic weapon and didn't pay much attention to it, but was drawn back to the "Furnace Cauldron".

The little guy in the hot spring looked very obedient if he didn't care about him. He washed his body by himself, soaked in the water and ate half a piece of shortbread slowly.

It's just that when he got to the water's edge just now, he looked a bit spoiled, and stood there blankly for a while, as if he was waiting for him to help him undress, and he opened his mouth before the little guy came to his senses. He took off his clothes and went into the water to take a bath. He was so outrageous that he didn't know how to call himself master.

Did I get used to him?It's really strange... He raised his eyebrows, and after turning his eyes back, he didn't notice that he had been subconsciously looking at his small furnace.

A certain demon who lost his memory was watching his Taoist partner with relish as usual, but he couldn't find the clue, and he was a little dissatisfied that the apricot blossoms covered the other party's body, so that he couldn't see the complete small furnace. tripod.

In his mind, he recalled the appearance of Feng Yangye taking off his clean clothes before entering the water, his slender white legs dangling on his heart, the monster's mouth became parched, and he walked towards the pool step by step.

Feng Yangye swallowed the last bit of shortbread today, and when he was sucking his fingers, his broad chest surrounded him from behind, and he was about to turn around with a smile, but the man caught his body, He hugged to the pool.

Shui Wufeng brought his well-behaved little stove to the edge of the pool, dragged him to the cold ground on the bank, and left his two slender legs in the water. The position was just right, with his little butt facing him... … He watched the exquisitely lined back of the cauldron move his Adam's apple, and his mouth became more and more dry.

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye looked at him suspiciously, moved uncomfortably, but was pressed even tighter.

Shui Wufeng covered his figure, and all the hunger and thirst that he couldn't practice because of his reluctance in the past surged up, urging him to lick his little guy hard, and then bit his neck...

Feng Yangye suppressed a groan—groaned, mist accumulated in his clear eyes, and a strange sense of satisfaction permeated his heart and lungs. He smiled involuntarily, opened his robe soaked in water, and straightened his little The waist of the cauldron wanted to vent the frightening desire that was rampant in his belly as soon as possible.

Ningyuan Hanpo took the shape of a human and hid behind the boulder. His body and senses were sealed by the chaotic spiritual power for a long time.

He yawned, complaining in his heart that his master left without taking him with him, but when he was about to turn his head, he found that he still couldn't move his body, and he couldn't hear any sound... Isn't it alright?

The feeling that something was not right was getting heavier and heavier, and he waited dryly for a long time until the sky was bright enough for him to move around, ignoring his fear of Shui Wufeng, he hurriedly came out from behind the big rock, and saw at a glance There were large swaths of bright red blood on the shore.

"No way?" Ning Yuan Han Po stared at the blood that had not been cleaned up on the bank in disbelief, a little unbelievable that his master and that monster had fun here last night.

His silly master is usually tossed by monsters, but at most, his eyes are swollen from crying, and his voice is hoarse... What's the matter with this blood?Is it his stupid master?It can't be Shui Wufeng's own, can it?

It's over, it's over... The foolish master has been bullied miserably... Ning Yuan Hanpo silently mourned for his master in his heart, turned back into a long sword and rushed to the two people's residences in fear.

Before he flew two meters away, he heard a familiar laughter, and he walked around dozens of trees. He smelled the unusually familiar smell of fireworks when he was a "fire stick".

Taking a closer look, he saw his stupid master sitting on the ground gnawing on a large piece of golden roasted meat, his fingers and mouth were greasy... He glanced at the bird feathers beside him, shook his head and clicked his tongue , the relationship is because I think too much, and I don’t know where the unsightly monsters came from, disturbing the happiness of the two, it’s okay now...have you been eaten?

And it seems that the stupid master likes to eat it quite a bit. Ning Yuan Hanpo glanced at a certain demon who was doting on his stupid master, and turned to mourn for those monsters. His stupid master doesn't like to eat meat. It's hard to meet someone I like, this kind of monster is probably extinct.

After eating a large piece, Feng Yangye sucked his fingers, and the person who was still grilling next to him put down the roasted meat and leaned over, took a piece of wet cotton cloth and wiped his hands carefully, "Are you full? "

"I'm full, Twelve is so delicious," Feng Yangye smiled and kissed him, Shui Wufeng licked his greasy lips, and smiled knowingly... Lu Ding was so silly and obedient that he was reluctant to bully him too hard last night.

When I feel like sleeping, I hold a black puppet and push it into my arms like a child, no wonder I pet him.

"Twelve..." His cute little cauldron called out to him softly, with a sweet smile on his face, he stretched out his palm towards him, with a kind of flattering look in his eyes.

Shui Wufeng didn't understand what the little guy meant, he raised his hand and touched the little head leaning over, without explaining his temporary amnesia: "What's wrong?"

Fengyang's wild thief raised his eyebrows, and rubbed the palm of Xia Shui Wufeng's palm with his uncombed hair in the morning, "Sweet cake..."

Shui Wufeng remembered the kind of cake that the little guy ate yesterday, and smiled helplessly... So he likes to eat that so much.

He reached into his Qiankun bag with his divine sense, saw several boxes of identical pastries, took out a large box, and stuffed it into the little guy's arms.

Feng Yangye opened it and took a look, was stunned for a while, then blurted out surprised: "Give it all to me?"

Shui Wufeng frowned suspiciously, why does it sound like he is too strict?It's just a box of shortbread, what's wrong with the little guy?

"I'll give it all to you, eat it..." Shui Wufeng kissed the little guy's forehead kindly.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Yangye was holding a box of crisp cakes, showing a cute smirk with white teeth, and he spoiled the hair on that little head to make it more messy.

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At night, the wind was slightly cool, blowing into the window, piercing through the bed curtains and letting in a bit of chill.

Feng Yangye, who was sleeping soundly, turned over, put his legs on the body of Taoist couple, rubbed it for a few times, and continued to sleep comfortably.

Shui Wufeng woke up and pressed his slightly painful head. The memories of the previous day and night slowly came to mind. He lay on the bed rubbing his brows and smiled wryly for a while. Fortunately, he didn't hurt him.

The monster turned his head and saw a black box next to the bed. He put it away lightly and took a look. It was already half empty.

Feng Yangye coughed lightly, as if he felt a little uncomfortable, he lowered his head and pinched the Taoist couple's face, and found that the little fool's mouth was still sticking to the residue of shortbread.

"My silly darling..." Shui Wufeng wiped the corners of his dirty mouth, and then sent spiritual power to heal his darling's throat. He closed his eyes with a smile, and listened to the little snoring in his ears. Sink into the quiet night.

The next day's sun had just shone through the window, and Ning Yuan Hanpo, who was squatting outside in the flower garden watering the flowers, turned around and saw his sleepwalking master standing at the door holding an old white quilt, staring straight at him. He looked at him hooked.

"Master...Master? What's wrong?"

Feng Yangye hugged his quilt tightly, and seemed to have just woken up, his hair was still messy: "Ning Yuan... I lost my pastry..."

Before the sword spirit could react, Feng Yangye was hugged by the person who came out from behind him, and kissed him hard, "I put it away..."

"Didn't you say give it all to me?" Feng Yangye touched the monster's chest muscles aggrievedly.

Shui Wufeng kissed him again, smiled and carried him back to the house: "That was not a day..."

The room was quiet for a while, Ning Yuan Han Po leaned over and listened carefully, and vaguely heard the monster talking: "If you still want to eat today, Yang Ye must be obedient..."

Sword Spirit had a vague premonition of something, clenched the kettle in his hand, and only heard his master's guttural voice softened for a while, before he was frozen and sealed his hearing.

He looked at the apricot blossom forest in front of him and sighed faintly... making a sword... so hard...

The author has something to say: there is also a side story about Qian Shan and the elder brother's previous love story. (wretched smiling face)