Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Although Shui Wufeng couldn't bring Feng Yangye with him, he still left some gadgets beside his Taoist companion.

The puppet put the mirror heart of this Xuanling mirror, as long as the mirror heart is not damaged, even if it is placed in the Qiankun bag, he can still see the scenes around the mirror heart.

The devil did this, saying in his heart that it was to protect his Taoist companion, but in fact, it was to satisfy his own selfish desires to a greater extent.

His desire for Xianxiu increased day by day, and he controlled it not to show it, but he couldn't restrain the possessive desire surging in his heart. He wanted to know everything about Feng Yangye, wanted to watch him all the time, and wanted him to live. In my own control, I want him to have only myself in his life.

Shui Wufeng looked at Xianxiu whose eye circles were getting redder and redder in the mirror, his eyes showed distress, "Yangye..."

Feng Yangye curled up, buried his face in the puppet, his shoulders trembled slightly, the devil watched him withdraw his fingers and clenched into fists, and did not let his irresistible hand smash the mirror.

"Wufeng...I'm afraid..."

Shui Wufeng heard the faint choking sound that came into his ears, his heart wrinkled fiercely, risking being discovered by the lurking ancient Celestial Soldiers, he pumped out a lot of spiritual power and gently kissed the inside of the mirror "Dear... I'm always here, don't cry."

Feng Yangye, who was so drunk that he was about to lose consciousness, felt someone gently kiss his forehead, he raised his head but didn't see anyone, and stared blankly at the black puppet in his arms, the soft feeling came back again. When he stuck it up, the tip of his nose and lips were gently brushed, a familiar voice appeared in his mind and softly comforted him, and his clothes seemed to be dried.

Feng Yangye calmed down from the panic and helplessness he couldn't resist, kissed the puppet with a smirk on his face, narrowed his wet peach eyes and said drunken words: "Twelve...how did you become ugly... ... Don't worry, little monkey... Grandpa still likes you... Be good, let me kiss... Don't be afraid, Grandpa will marry you..."

Shui Wufeng smiled wryly and shook his head, watched the Taoist couple close their eyes, snored and fell asleep, withdrew his consciousness to let the image on the mirror dissipate, put away the mirror and continued to sink his mind and distract his consciousness to look for sneaking into no return The method of the Haotian Great Formation that was deployed around the mountain by people sent by the ancient fairy court.

"Master..." Wu Cheng walked in from the outside and saw the lonely figure lying in the hall at a glance. He clenched his fists and walked over, only to find that the person had fallen asleep: "Master, don't lie here ...I'll take you back to sleep."

Wu Cheng left the hall with Feng Yangye on his back, a figure in blue clothes slowly came out from the hiding place, with a terrible shadow on his face.

Zhang Danmo came back two steps earlier than Wucheng. He drank two more cups with depression in his heart. After leaving the main hall, he wandered around for a long time alone, and walked in through the back door in confusion. He happened to see Feng Yangye being alone by the man transformed into a snow wolf Throw it in the hall.

Looking at the figure that became so sluggish and weak for some reason, he wanted to go to hug his master, but before he got close, he heard Feng Yangye talking to himself...

The small words fell into his ears, and mixed with the smell of alcohol, a trace of cold anger was ignited... His master actually fell in love with that twelve, and he missed him like this in such a short time since leaving the sect... Then I What kind of?Isn't it all because of you that I have been away from the sect for decades? !

He clenched his fists loudly, and his chest was scorched with gloomy anger. When he noticed Wucheng coming in, he took a deep breath and barely restrained his breath.

Feng Yangye was pulled up by the young man and put his back on his back. Uncomfortably, his clothes were torn back a little, revealing the red spots on the back of his neck. The candlelight in the hall was dim, but Zhang Danmo's eyes were stabbed it hurts...

He watched Wucheng take Feng Yangye away, stood alone in the hall for a long time, and smashed many wine jars with red eyes in anger... The memory of frustration in the daytime under the pressure of alcohol also rolled up In my mind... I have worked hard for so long and paid so much. Xuandao Ridge is scorching hot during the day and freezing cold at night. I have endured them one by one. Why should you please others?Why not wait for me?You should please me...

On the surface, Shui Wufeng's identity as Feng Yangye's disciple stimulated him, making him feel more and more that he should be the one who left those dazzling ambiguous marks on Feng Yangye's body...

So... did the master change his mind when I left the sect, or did the master have no intention of...me?

This thought made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but feel that it was true... I used to think that I was different, that you valued me, but in the end I was just a kitten and puppy who was pitied by you?

All kinds of thoughts when returning to the clan turned into outrageous thoughts and flashed across his mind. Zhang Danmo's gloomy eyes flickered. In the past... no one treated him well. A person who has been bullied and despised for so long suddenly fell into warmth. It makes people deepen their feelings into obsessions... Once broken, they will turn into hatred obsessions.

Drunken and resentful, he repeatedly thought about the scene when he saw Feng Yangye for the first time... The person who amazed his eyes and gave him all the warmth and fantasy in this cold world, pretended to be someone else... never without him...

It was because he wanted to be worthy of Feng Yangye, he wanted to capture the surprise that gave him the greatest warmth in his life, and he was able to suppress the shrinkage caused by all the hardships with the other party's expectations of him and the ambiguity in his imagination. , cultivating desperately...

Now back in the Zongli, not only was he suppressed by his senior brother and humiliated in public, he was looked down upon by the elders in the Zong, and his efforts were also thrown off the stage, making people talk about it as a joke...

He has to accept this kind of thing.What he thought would belong to him in the future, what he had worked so hard for for so long... was easily taken away in a blink of an eye.

It's ridiculous how many times he went to ask to see him while he was with other people, how ridiculous... He was still guessing how much Feng Yangye liked him, how much he wanted him to come back, but in the end he was just A little apprentice who looks pitiful and adopted... Is there no difference between Rong Ning and the others?It's just a person who has been pitied by you.

Zhang Danmo suddenly felt a chill, and could no longer hold back the panic and resentment in his eyes.

He kicked another wine jar, and walked out of the hall with a calm face in a daze.

……

Wu Cheng carried his master back to the other courtyard in charge, and noticed that Feng Yangye was holding a black monkey puppet in his hand, and he was still hugging and rubbing against it in his drunken sleep, unwilling to let go.

Why did Master suddenly like these children's things?Wu Cheng was puzzled for less than a breath, and then he thought of his identity as the devil's younger brother, and he was relieved... Master really missed Twelve very much.

After Wu Cheng had settled down in Feng Yangye, he went back to his remote and clean courtyard alone. He always felt that he had vaguely forgotten something, but he was choked up for a while and couldn't remember.

He lay on the bed and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered, that...

He sat up startled, and met the eyes of a pair of shimmering eyes staring at him beside the bed.

Wu Cheng paused for a moment, pursed his lower lips, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the snow demon was fine, and was thinking about how to get the snow wolf out, when Liu Qianshan climbed onto the bed.

With the cold weight on his body, Wucheng stepped back, helplessly being blocked in the corner again, "Qianshan, can we not... huh?"

Something cold and soft suddenly squeezed into the jaws, Wucheng was stunned for a while, feeling his tongue was sucked several times, he pushed Liu Qianshan hard, his anger overwhelmed his usual gentleness: "what are you doing?"

The snow demon looked at him disappointedly, stretched out his hand to hold his foot and squeezed it lightly, "I want you... Huaihai."

An awkward feeling of being humiliated as a substitute emerged from the bottom of his heart, the key... This was still his first kiss.

Wucheng's chest heaved violently a few times, he pulled Liu Qianshan's hand away abruptly, and his tone lost his gentleness, "I'm not Huaihai..."

Liu Qianshan's eyes turned red, his handsome face was filled with depression, his voice was pitifully hoarse, "Huaihai..."

Wu Cheng himself didn't know why, he was still angry at first, but when he saw Gu Yao's appearance, he couldn't bear it anymore, and it seemed that he was angry not because he suddenly kissed him, but because he was treated as someone else ...Wu Cheng frowned, his eyes averted a little... What's wrong with me?

Even if it only softened for a while, Liu Qianshan hugged him again, "...You just don't like me calling you Huaihai, do you? You don't remember me."

His heart was stabbed lightly by something, Wucheng frowned, and clenched his fists: "I am not your Shangjun, nor is my name Huaihai...you made a mistake."

Liu Qianshan slowly raised his head to look at him, confirming the look in those eyes again and again, the strangeness made him despair.

why don't you remember me?

Lost to the extreme, Xue Yao showed a smile instead...

Could this person... really not be Huai Hai?Where is Huaihai now?

Wu Cheng looked at the ancient monster's sad smile under the moonlight, and he felt a familiar feeling of distress even though he didn't have this person in his memory.

He frowned tightly, feeling that he should get out as soon as possible but couldn't.

Have you seen it somewhere...?Is it... a dream?Why do you feel a little familiar?

Vague thoughts fluttered in his mind, and his vision became a little wobbly, as if he had drunk too much, Wucheng moved closer to the person who gave him a strong sense of familiarity, trying to see that face clearly.

Liu Qianshan looked at the young man who was approaching him, his wavering mood eliminated the excitement he should have had, and he stared into the young man's eyes again with some indifference, but his heart stirred up waves.

Huaihai...

Liu Qianshan cautiously approached him again and was not rejected.

Wu Cheng accepted his kiss naturally, and would frown and hit him lightly when he was bitten too painfully, but he would never push him away.

I really found you, I didn't admit my mistake...

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