Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Shui Wufeng looked down at the slender arm that was trembling slightly around his waist, raised his hand to hold his wrist and pulled him away.

Feng Yangye raised his head in confusion, watching the devil turn around and hug him, that warm embrace seemed to protect him like an iron wall, dispelling all the strong anxiety that had just occurred in a moment.

Shui Wufeng gently stroked Xianxiu's hair, and soon felt a trace of moisture coming from the clothes on his chest. He touched Feng Yangye's cheek, and touched the water marks that had not yet dissipated, "I don't Leave you, don't cry..."

"I didn't cry... Twelve..." Feng Yangye pulled his clothes tightly, his voice was hoarse, "I will not tell anyone who you are, I will try my best to protect you...you stay , stay by my side and accompany me." As long as you don't leave me... anything is fine, I am willing to do anything.

The moment Shui Wufeng got up to leave, Feng Yangye felt as if he was thrown back into the endless darkness in an instant, and the surroundings seemed to be flooded with water, and the huge fear instantly enveloped him, and he broke out in a cold sweat And two traces of tears... Only hugging this person is like hugging a dry and warm light. This feeling is so inexplicable but he can't believe it.

Still the same stupid, the devil bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, with a smile in his tone: "You can't protect me."

Feng Yangye leaned in his arms and tightened the arms around the devil's waist, completely forgetting who was in charge of going and staying: "...I know I can't protect you, but it would be safer for you to stay , my cultivation can be further improved, and sooner or later I will be able to protect you."

Shui Wufeng put one hand under Xianxiu's buttocks, held up the slender body that would break if he folded it, and hugged it tightly, staring into Feng Yangye's eyes, with tenderness in his strong tone: "You don't need to protect me. I just need you to protect yourself. I will help you with everything you can't do. What I want is you, not what you can do for me... Even if the world doesn't want you Yes, you are mine too."

Feng Yangye's two long legs were clamped uncomfortably around the monster's waist, hugging the other's neck, looking into those deep eyes for a long time, without speaking.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Shui Wufeng pinched his buttocks.Feng Yangye shrunk his body, and fell into his arms as if in a daze, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "...Fortunately, I picked you up, otherwise you would fall in love with someone else, wouldn't you?"

Shui Wufeng showed a hint of helplessness, unable to understand what Feng Yangye was thinking, he pulled him into his arms, "There will be no one else, if it wasn't for you, that other person must be dead."

Reassuring, Feng Yangye slowly laughed, his expression was a little strange, and he changed back to his incongruous look: "...Twelve, you're pushing me down."

Seeing Feng Yangye couldn't help laughing, the demon head leaned over and pressed Xianxiu on the couch, and stared at Feng Yangye with eyes full of cockroaches under his thick eyebrows that slanted into his temples. The eyebrows were kissed and kissed again.

Feng Yangye smirked, and accepted the closeness to the devil very naturally, without a trace of resistance: "I want to see you..."

Shui Wufeng sniffed the scent of medicine in Xianxiu's neck hair, and said softly, "What do you think?"

Feng Yangye pushed the man onto the couch, looked at Shui Wufeng's face seriously, slowly got up and sat astride him, and untied the devil's belt.

The strong body is gradually exposed to the air, the wheat-colored skin and the muscles that look like a dragon entrenched are bloody, Feng Yangye can't hold back the serious expression on his face, his two peach blossom eyes are narrowed, revealing an idiot-like smile... ...It's completely different from what I expected before, but the masculine beauty exuded by this body is really irresistible.

Obviously many layers of barriers have been lowered, and there is no one else in the room, Feng Yangye still carefully picked up the clothes on the devil's head to cover the body and lay down to admire it by himself, not knowing who was guarding against peeping.

The soft fingertips and palms fluttered between the chest and abdomen, and they went down more and more. Shui Wufeng's Adam's apple moved, and he bent a long leg, making Feng Yangye a little closer to him.

"My dear, have you seen enough?" The hoarse voice startled Xianxiu, who was watching seriously, and wrapped up the clothes on the devil's head in a mess, looking up at the smiling face with a blushing face. On the face, under the anxious look, there was a casual daze.

Shui Wufeng saw through his intentions, held his waist and pressed down, propped up his body with the other hand and kissed the corner of the other's mouth forcefully, then bit his lips, and held the thin piece with his palm through the clothes. waist.

His lips and tongue were plundered, and the air in his body was gradually taken away. Before Feng Yangye was about to suffocate, the devil let go of his mouth and rubbed his head to comfort him.

Feng Yangye lay on the shoulders of the precious apprentice, his eyes were full of confusion, after a few breaths, he came back to his senses, feeling that the big gap between his buttocks seemed to be getting hotter, he turned his head to look at Shui Wufeng, from those eyes Noticing the forbearing and restrained expression, he pursed the corners of his mouth viciously, and tried to put his soft lips on the corner of the devil's sharp jaw and gently rubbed it a few times, "Twelve..."

Shui Wufeng pinched his waist, his eyes showed doting, "Not yet, it will be inconvenient until my seal is released... If Yang Ye wants, I can help you like I did just now."

"You still have a seal on your body?" Feng Yangye frowned, and the gentle and provocative expression just faded away, "What about the injury? You were seriously injured in the bottomless abyss, right?" If the injury is not serious, How could a devil who was comparable to the ancient golden immortal commit himself to one of their immortal sects?Feng Yangye recalled the appearance of Chijiri walking out of the bottomless abyss, his heart tightened suddenly, and he worried about the body of the devil...

The identity of the apprentice and the devil is actually a bit messy and vague in Feng Yangye's mind, but he accepted it, his mind was telling him that he must accept this person.

He brought the kind of trust that he didn't know where he came from, which made him deeply feel that as long as Shui Wufeng can like himself, it is enough to stay, and he must protect him well, no matter who he is, Let him live well, never die, he will disappear forever when he dies, when he thinks that this monster will disappear, he suddenly feels that he is going to fall into the dark and cold abyss again, and all his rationality is drowned in terrible fear inside.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry," Shui Wufeng looked at Xianxiu who was showing a nervous expression, his eyes were full of tenderness.

The wrinkles between Feng Yangye's eyebrows became more serious, "Let me see your injuries, don't lie to me." He wanted to penetrate the body of the devil before, but he either couldn't get in or he could only see the normal The normal meridians and dantian of monks are obviously all illusions.

Shui Wufeng bit Feng Yangye's ear affectionately, "Must watch it?"

Feng Yangye stared at him unmoved, Shui Wufeng sighed, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Look..."

Xianxiu poured his spiritual consciousness into Shui Wufeng's body without hindrance or illusion. As he went deeper, his movements gradually became more careful, and his face became more and more serious... A red seal as ferocious as a thin snake spread all over his chest And Dantian, when he gets too close, he can even feel his consciousness being pulled, and then another extremely powerful consciousness wraps around his consciousness, allowing him to continue to explore other conditions in his body... The devil is in the Zongli has raised his body for more than thirty years, not only with a large number of terrible seals, but also with internal injuries...

Shui Wufeng looked at his gloomy look after exploring his injuries, stretched out his hand and gently scratched Xianxiu's chin, "It will be heal soon, sweetheart, remember? I am not human... the injury you saw is right It’s a trivial matter for me, otherwise how could I let you see it?”

Feng Yangye didn't take this kind of thing at all, with thin anger in his eyes: "From now on, you will honestly soak the spiritual spring for me, don't always tell me what's right and wrong, don't you see your own injuries? You Do you know how important you are to me?"

The last sentence was completely blurted out, and it was an idea engraved in his subconscious mind. Xianxiu wanted to raise his hand to beat the devil's head, but looking at the imposing handsome face, he hesitated and put down his hand again, and clenched it tightly. fist.

Shui Wufeng put his hand on the back of his neck and touched it, "If you hurt me, you can take care of yourself, don't hurt yourself."

Feng Yangye paused for a moment, and said in a faltering tone, "What do I have to do to hurt myself if you soak in the Lingquan?"

"I know something about the formation on your back. If you don't want to say it, I don't need to ask, but don't use it to hurt yourself."

There was surprise in Feng Yangye's eyes: "...you peeked at me?" My precious apprentice actually peeked at me?No... Is this the devil actually peeking at me?That's not right... anyway... this person actually...

"I've seen it..." I watched it more than once. Except for the first time, half of the rest of the time was to prevent this immortal cultivator from drowning, and the other half... was simply to satisfy the devil's own physical needs.

Feng Yangye frowned and looked at Shui Wufeng for a while, then suddenly threw himself on his neck, the devil felt licking and sucking forcefully on his neck, his eyes were stained again, "Yangye is losing his temper? "

"Master is taking advantage... just sit down and don't move," Feng Yangye loosened his mouth and glanced at the extra bright red spots on the devil's neck, and stretched out his hand to untie his own belt.

A ball of white clothes was thrown to the ground, Shui Wufeng looked at the person lying in his arms, he stretched out his hand to caress up the delicate and graceful spine, touched the skin engraved with formations, and kissed the wind lightly Yang Ye's shoulder, "Yang Ye...you don't know how much I want to eat you."

The devil's voice had a different kind of bewitching feeling, and Xianxiu's mind was instantly sluggish from the steaming heat wave, and he endured it with difficulty, "...I will help you heal your wounds, so don't move yet."

Shui Wufeng was puzzled for a moment, and saw that the formation behind Feng Yangye suddenly lit up a few times, and streaks of golden light spread from the scar, covering half of his back in less than ten breaths, and then he and Lingquan The same spiritual energy gushed out from the formation, and directly penetrated into the body of the devil... For just a moment, the skin of Feng Yangye's whole body turned red, and then suddenly turned pale...

Shui Wufeng, who originally thought that he could only rely on water as a medium to disperse this kind of aura, changed his face slightly. He wanted to pull Feng Yangye away but realized that it was useless, no matter how far away he was, Feng Yangye didn't take the initiative to disconnect this kind of aura. Transmission, even if it knocks people out, is useless.

"Stop, stop making trouble." The refined aura is different from the half-absorbed aura. Shui Wufeng felt that his serious internal injuries were quickly healed by the aura. It was astonishingly fast and did not affect the seal. It was more than ten times faster than swallowing elixirs or soaking in spiritual springs, but Feng Yangye's body was perceivably weakening faster.