Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

However, Liu Qianshan continued to rest his chin on his Shangjun's lap as if no one was there, and looked at Wucheng quietly.

"Master," Wu Cheng saw Feng Yangye coming in, his embarrassment became more serious, and he wanted to get up.

Feng Yangye saw his apprentice's embarrassment, and wanted to walk over with a strange expression, Shui Wufeng grabbed his waist and hugged him back, "Don't move, be good."

A wall of ice quickly rose from the ground following the voice of the devil. If Feng Yangye had taken that step just now, he would have been injured even if he hadn't been cut into two pieces.

Shui Wufeng frowned, rubbed Feng Yangye's head, looked at his monster general behind the ice wall, "Qianshan?"

Liu Qianshan didn't respond to him, the devil stretched out his hand and smashed the ice wall, the snow demon's eyes turned cold, he stood up slowly, turned his head and looked at Shui Wufeng for a few breaths, his aura gradually decreased, and his expression recovered As cold as before, he knelt on the ground on one knee, "I have no intention of offending the Holy King, please punish the Holy King."

This time, Shui Wufeng didn't let Liu Qianshan get up immediately. He glanced at the pieces of jade flute on the ground and then looked at Wucheng. His expression gradually became suspicious, and he asked tentatively, "...Huaihai Lord?"

……

That night, Wucheng suddenly knew a lot of things—the little junior brother is really the big devil Chijiri, and the master really had an affair with the little junior brother...

And Wucheng himself...

"I'm...an ancient demon king?" After listening to Liu Qianshan's explanation, Wucheng looked at the man in front of him with a complicated face who claimed to be a demon general and Taoist companion tens of thousands of years ago. He was mentally prepared, he also saw the relationship between Shizun and Twelve, but Huai Haijun and so on.

"...Qian Shan, are you sure you're mistaken?"

"It can't be wrong," Liu Qianshan knelt next to Wucheng's legs again, in front of Shui Wufeng and Feng Yangye, raised his cold hand to hold the young man's slender thigh.

Wucheng felt a bit awkward, tensed his muscles and wanted to escape, Liu Qianshan thought he hurt him, so he withdrew his hand, "Shangjun..."

Wu Cheng was once again stared at by his persistent eyes until his ears became hot, and he smiled awkwardly, "Qian Shan, I have parents, and I'm still an immortal cultivator...it shouldn't be what you said, Mr. Huai Hai, you Get up first, don't kneel down."

"Except for you, no one can arouse the breath in that jade flute... Shangjun," Liu Qianshan called each Shangjun so affectionately that Feng Yangye felt his back go numb.

Originally, he hurried over because he was afraid that the demon general of the Taoist companion would hurt his little apprentice, but now that he saw the scene, he didn’t have to worry about it at all. The head who was focused on eating melons listened to the strange conversation between the two of them and rubbed against his Taoist companion. "Twelve... Is Qianshan's brain broken? How could Cheng'er be the ancient demon king?"

The devil who was being affected by the fluctuating demon breath of Liuqian Mountain was rubbed for no reason, and slowly took a breath, the fragrance from the loose hair of the Taoist companion in his arms penetrated into his heart... Xiao Things are seducing people again, Shui Wufeng thinks that he is going to go to seclusion and probably won't see his little sticky bean bun for a long time, the doubts about Wucheng's identity are weakened in his heart...

Feng Yangye, who did not hear a response after asking, was about to raise his head when his waist was caught suddenly, and he was thrown on the shoulder of the devil in a blink of an eye.

Takeshi, who was in a complicated mood, was about to ask Chijiri something, but in a blink of an eye, he found that his demon junior brother and his stupid master had disappeared.

He glanced at the dark sky outside, thinking that when his master came, his hair was disheveled and there were obvious red spots on his neck, he vaguely understood something, and he didn't dare to go over and disturb him... After all, there seems to be no danger here Word.

What should I do with such a big guy on my leg?

Wucheng was embarrassed for a while, and he stroked Liu Qianshan's head bravely: "Qianshan, it's getting late... let's not sit here anymore, I have to go to rest, can you come back tomorrow?"

Liu Qianshan heard that he was going to rest, and sure enough, he no longer pressed on his leg to make him unable to move. Even if Wu Cheng was not sleepy, he hurried to the house... Fortunately, the snow demon did not follow, Wu Cheng Song After taking a breath, he felt a little guilty again, sighed and sat on the bed, planning to ask Shui Wufeng what to do tomorrow...

In the middle of the night, the sound of long breathing came from the room. The ancient demon who dared not come in until the young man fell asleep suppressed all his breath, and sat on the ground beside the bed to guard quietly.

The handsome young man frowned slightly when he fell asleep, as if he was still thinking about trivial troubles or intricate things during the day. Liu Qianshan lowered his head and looked at the light in his hand through the dim light emitted by an unextinguished candle. A brocade bag containing fragments of jade flute.

Wu Cheng turned over slowly, the quilt was rolled up, revealing a long leg and bare-naked slender feet.

Liu Qianshan put down the brocade bag and seemed to want to pull the quilt, but stopped when he saw that beautiful foot with skin as soft as jade... Shangjun...

In my memory, the person was sitting under the corridor, with the mountains and rivers behind his back, his brows were warm and clear, and he was dangling in the air with a beautiful jade foot...Liu Qianshan was thinking about that scene...the clear laughter It seems to be echoing in my ears again...

He looked at it for a while, leaned over and carefully held it in his hand, kissed every slender pink toe and then kissed the white instep.

Wu Cheng, who was not sleeping deeply, was woken up by the cold touch on the instep. He was startled when he saw the man who appeared beside him at some time. Shan Qingleng's eyes were frighteningly red, two tears slid down the bed smoothly, Wucheng stared at him for a while, then reached out to wipe the man's wet face, his mind was empty for a while, not knowing what to do. say something.

"Huaihai...you really don't remember me at all?" Liu Qianshan didn't call him Shangjun this time, his supposedly cold and tough face was soft and distressing, and his choked and hoarse voice sounded more like It was a tormenting curse, Wucheng couldn't bear it when he saw him, he really tried to think about it... he didn't have any memory.

The snow wolf demon looked at the bewildered young man, and the loss in his eyes became heavier and heavier, so heavy that he suppressed the respect... He once sacrificed his status as a demon king to become a demon in Huaihai, who was almost the same in cultivation Yes, because he just wants to look at this person, and to be with this person, he is willing to give his life. It's just dignity. If the other person wants it, he can give it.

But now...the person he switched to at all costs, but he doesn't remember him...a little...doesn't remember a little...

The joy of losing and regaining has become extremely complicated. The demon always asks for more and more like this. He still hopes that Huaihai will remember him no matter what... He is willing to give everything for Huaihai, fame, dignity, life or everything he can What was given, the love that was finally exchanged, but now you can't get it at all?

Is it because you still don't love me enough?Then tell me... what should I exchange?

Liu Qianshan climbed onto the bed and seemed to want to do something, Wucheng watched him move back, with a distant and awkward smile on his face, a little flustered: "I'm not some Huaihai Lord... Qianshan... Don't come here..."

Liu Qianshan finally hugged him up, Wucheng was blocked by the corner, he sighed helplessly, this time not only he couldn't move his legs, but he couldn't even move his upper body.

……

From last night when he was suddenly carried back into the room by the devil until dawn, Feng Yangye was lying on the bed listlessly, with a satiated and exhausted expression on his face, unable to have intercourse, and unable to blend his spiritual consciousness too deeply The Taoist companion made him bleed seventeen or eight times a night, and finally let him go when the cries from the bottom were almost as thin as the cries from the top... If it was placed on a mortal, it would be estimated They're all dead.

Before Shui Wufeng went to retreat, he wanted to help Xingan wipe off all the bruises on his body, but spiritual power was already gushing out from the palm of his hand, Feng Yangye clung to him and rubbed his head lightly, "Can you keep it?"

"Yano likes it?"

"I like it..." Feng Yangye smiled and nodded, once again satisfying the strong possessive desire that the devil had been hiding all along.

"I'll leave Qianshan here to protect you. If he pesters Wucheng, let him pester him for a while. Even if Wucheng isn't Huaihai Lord, he won't hurt anyone...Yang Ye, be good, half a year at most. I will definitely come back," Shui Wufeng held his Taoist couple's face and kissed again after speaking.