Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Are you tired?" Liu Qianshan looked at the indifferent opening, his voice was emotionless, with a lonely coldness that was difficult to cling to.

Wu Cheng nodded with a smile, his tone was gentle and tired: "I'm really tired."

Wucheng originally wanted to inquire about Twelve's details by teaching Liu Qianshan to blow the flute, but after half a month, he couldn't get anything out of him. Always with an iceberg-like face, people dare not ask questions easily.

Wu Cheng was speculating that maybe this Snow Wolf didn't know the identity of the junior brother...

Moreover, Shui Wufeng has stayed in the sect for decades, and Feng Yangye's closeness to him can be seen personally... If his guess is true, then his master may know the identity of Twelve.

Wu Cheng thought of this level, and he no longer intends to search any further. Even if Twelve is some kind of monster, Feng Yangye will try his best to protect his shortcomings according to Feng Yangye's temperament, so... as long as Twelve doesn't want to hurt Feng Yangye.

In fact, I should have figured it out from the beginning, Twelve wouldn't hurt people, it's been so long, it should have hurt people long ago.It's just that Wucheng suddenly began to speculate, and he was too nervous for a while... Having been worried for so long, it's time to get a good night's sleep.

Wu Cheng thought that a personality like Liu Qianshan would not be difficult to deal with, but when he said he was tired, the other party should leave, but when he lowered his head and put down the teacup, a cold hand reached between his eyebrows.

The demon force rushed into the body, and the sense of burnout was completely wiped away. Liu Qianshan put down his fingers and sat aside, "Continue to teach me."

Wu Cheng watched the ancient demon take out the jade flute again, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "Okay..." Sleepy is not sleepy anymore, but this feeling of being forcibly wiped out of sleepiness is not so good.

……

"What is Qian Shan doing sneaking out in the middle of the night every day?" Feng Yangye propped his forehead against the window to open a gap, and looked at the empty yard under the night with mischievous eyes.

The voice of questioning came to his ears, Shui Wufeng looked at the jade slip, and at the same time touched the pouty buttocks of someone who was lying on the couch and leaning against the window, "Yangye, boy... come here."

Feng Yangye bit an apple back his head, and obediently slipped back into the arms of the devil.Shui Wufeng stuffed the jade slips that he helped to approve into his Qiankun bag, hugged the person and stroked the smooth hair, checked Feng Yangye's current state of consciousness recovery...it's all right now.

Feng Yangye finished eating an apple, turned over in the devil's arms and found that the devil had not closed his eyes, "Aren't you in samadhi today?"

"No, if I stay with you for one more day, I will have to retreat," Feng Yangye was no longer so sleepy seven or eight days ago, but Shui Wufeng still held back for a while, and when Feng Yangye was completely fine, he Only then did he plan to retreat to break the seal.

Feng Yangye was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, and quickly adjusted back: "Don't worry... I'll wait for you."

"My sweetheart wants to say, wait until I come back to consummate the house with you?"

Feng Yangye smiled and lay on the devil's body without saying a word, but the sticking became tighter and tighter. Shui Wufeng glanced at the white and tender collarbone exposed from the scattered skirt, his Adam's apple slipped gently, and his Taoist partner looked like a sticky bean bag , making him want to swallow people, thinking in his heart that maybe only his heart would not feel that his desire to possess is too strong, or... such a clingy little thing and a greedy demon are really a match made in heaven .

A sudden wave of monster aura attracted Shui Wufeng's attention suddenly, doubts flashed in his eyes, his monster general who didn't return at night seemed to have made some kind of moth outside.

……

In a secluded and elegant courtyard of Fengshenzong in the East China Sea, not to mention freezing everywhere in midsummer, there is even fine snow falling from the sky for no reason. Under the moonlight, this courtyard and its surroundings seem to be in two worlds, one winter and one summer are particularly abrupt.

Wu Cheng, who was inside the room, looked at the ice in the room, the broken jade flute on the ground, and the stern figure frowned. He knew how precious Liu Qianshan was with that jade flute, and he didn't want to do this either... …

He just touched it accidentally, and he didn't expect the jade flute to be broken like this. If he knew it would be like this, he would respect this jade flute three feet away. Now that he broke his treasure, what can he give to compensate?

The ancient demon stared at the fragments of Yuxiao for a long time, then turned to look at him, his gaze was cold and unwavering, Wucheng's heart almost stopped beating under the pressure of his breath, and the usually calm person couldn't help tensing his body nervously and annoyed. Li couldn't think of a remedy and could only apologize dryly: "It's my fault..."

That jade flute must have been given by someone very important, and it was broken just like that. It was inevitable that Liu Qianshan would be angry. Wucheng watched him walking towards him and clenched his fists. Even if it was not intentional, it was after all. His own responsibility... He waited for the snow demon to get angry at him, but saw the lonely man made of ice and snow kneel down at his feet, with a slightly trembling voice revealing his overwhelming excitement: "Sir..."

"Huh?" Wu Cheng looked at the strangely behaving Snow Wolf Demon in surprise, but didn't realize what happened.

Liu Qianshan leaned at his feet, staring at the black boots in front of him, stretched out his pale and slender fingers to slowly hold Wu Cheng's ankle, kissed the upper of the boot lightly, his ice-coloured eyes were full of lost and found treasure, Panting cautiously.

Wu Cheng took a step back in shock, and the word "surprise" was written on his gentle face: "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Qianshan raised his head and glanced at him, a little disappointed but more of admiration, all his loneliness seemed to be gone, he just wanted to kneel at the feet of this person in front of him, like a pious servant.

Wu Cheng looked at the man who kept approaching his feet, took another step back, hit his leg on the chair behind him, and sat down unsteadily, with his white head resting on his knee, as cold as a lump. The ice was on top of it.

Liu Qianshan lay motionless on his lap, making him unable to move, so he could only try to ease his mind, and tried to stroke the head of Snow Demon with his hands, but he didn't dare to touch it. Before it fell, it was a lonely and cold spirit beast that refused people thousands of miles away... Could it be that the jade flute was broken and the blow was too great?

Wucheng withdrew his hand in self-blame, frowning and didn't know what to do: "...It was my fault just now, can the jade flute be repaired?"

"Shangjun... don't be afraid," Liu Qianshan's hand gently grasped Wucheng's calf, and the latter gripped the armrest of the chair tightly in shock, "Qianshan, do you...do you want...to take a rest first? "

"It's Qianshan's fault. You've been exhausted these past few days. Do you want to rest?" Liu Qianshan's eyes that could freeze to death on weekdays are now softly staring at Wucheng's face, and forcefully cast a warm smile on his face. His face flushed, "I..."

As soon as Feng Yangye came in, he saw this scene, with one foot on the inside of the room and the other on the outside, wondering if he should step in or not.

Shui Wufeng followed behind him and gently supported his waist, looking at Liu Qianshan who was lying on Wucheng's lap like a tactful concubine, he was also taken aback...