Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Above Zhang Danmo's courtyard, two powerful divine senses beyond his cognition silently perceive everything.

"Shengjun...doesn't he intend to kill him?" One of the two divine senses hovering above the gloomy youth courtyard asked coldly via voice transmission.

"...Let's keep it for now, keep him in prison, don't let him hurt Yang Ye again," another part of the consciousness said slowly, without much emotion.

"Yes..." Liu Qianshan replied, and another part of his consciousness dissipated.

Shui Wufeng's consciousness went from outside to back, and he never forgot to rub his belly with his hands. Fortunately, there is not much devil energy in Jing's heart. After Feng Yangye inhaled the remaining demonic energy, the golden core in the dantian was not broken back and forth like it was in Mochizuki City last time, but there were still many tiny cracks spreading repeatedly on it.

This feeling will not be good, but Feng Yangye habitually did not show how uncomfortable he is, Shui Wufeng knows what it would be like if the golden core is damaged... And if there is no Qiankun bag left by himself to cover him Liu Qianshan was induced by the fragrance of medicine, and it is very likely that he would hurt Feng Yangye.

Listening to just a few words, is that "seventh brother" regarded as hatred because of love?If you don't get it, you will be ruined, so what about getting it?In this person's eyes, did he treat Feng Yangye as an object?He's really a scum who doesn't even know how to be grateful, why is the formation on Feng Yangye's back engraved in that jade mirror?Could it be that Zhang Danmo is the eyeliner left by the Fuxi tribe?He didn't know how he was so stupid that he accepted this person as an apprentice.

Shui Wufeng controlled the strength in his hands to gently pull out the excess spiritual power from Feng Yangye's body, let him condense it for another round, and finally used it to slowly temper the body of the person in his arms.

"My dear, tell me why you are always getting hurt... Should I just tie you by my side, or should I swallow you in my stomach?" He took a bite of that white and tender face, and his eyes began to dim... Feng Yangye did get injured a lot, is it a coincidence?

Quietly guarding Fengyangye all night, watching the Taoist couple's crooked sleeping position after gradually not feeling uncomfortable, the devil silently felt that some kind of voyeuristic desire was inexplicably but deeply satisfied.

It was near dawn, Shui Wufeng was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the Taoist couple sleep while quietly condensing the Buddhist bead placed in his dantian, Feng Yangye moved again, moved down a little, from the pillow to the belly Become a pillow thigh.

Shui Wufeng looked at this "dangerous" position and raised his brows lightly. He had a vague premonition. Sure enough, the next second, the little head fell down somewhere, and it was still drooling. , rubbing his face uncomfortably.

The devil paused for a while, then calmly picked up the man, and relocated the dishonest head on his stomach, helplessly ignoring a fellow Taoist who couldn't help raising his head.

"Hmm..." It was just after dawn, and the head of Ansheng who had been there for a while didn't know what he dreamed of. He frowned slightly and hugged the devil's waist, rubbing his leg around him.

Akajiri looked at the puppy-like human, rolled up his waist and tilted his head to kiss him, not wanting to wake him up.

"Holy Lord..." Liu Qianshan's voice appeared in his mind, and Shui Wufeng's spiritual consciousness spread out, and he knew what the demon general wanted to say to him without asking, "No problem."

Less than a stick of incense passed, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, Shui Wufeng placed the Xianxiu who had been stripped from his body on the bed to let people continue to sleep, turned around and turned into a Taoist companion, and even The scent of the medicine lingered on his body because he hadn't parted overnight. Of course he could kill someone directly, but if this "Seventh Senior Brother" really had something to do with the Fuxi clan, it would be a waste of chance to startle the snake.

As soon as Zhang Danmo walked into the courtyard, he took a good look at it. The walls and houses were not damaged, but the trees in the courtyard were gone. Maybe Feng Yangye or the snow wolf had repaired them afterwards.

With the help of a few missing trees and stone tables and benches, he was sure that Feng Yangye was injured yesterday. Thinking about it this way, he thought that he would have to wait for a while before Feng Yangye would wake up, but he did not After looking at him for a while, the door suddenly opened, and Xianxiu, who was dressed in white, stood at the door and looked at him, "Is there anything you can do to find a teacher?"

Zhang Danmo looked at Feng Yangye's seemingly unharmed appearance, and clenched his fists, but he was not too worried. After all, Feng Yangye is also a person who is used to not revealing his injuries, "I have some questions about cultivation. Ask Master, is it convenient for Master?"

"Come in," Feng Yangye turned lightly and entered the hall, Zhang Danmo felt a little strange, why is his master so steady today?

After all, they each had their own thoughts, and the two didn't stay in the hall for long. Shui Wufeng changed back to his original appearance after watching Zhang Danmo leave. Thinking back to the dark and sinister eyes he looked at "myself", a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Closing the door with a wave of his hand, he gathered the phantom formation behind him in the palm of his hand, and there was a breath left inside... It was a formation shadow, also attached to it with distraction.

With Zhang Danmo's spiritual sense, he couldn't tell the difference between this phantom formation and Feng Yangye's formation, but he didn't know if there would be any changes in the jade mirror, but it was better than putting Feng Yangye in danger.

Shui Wufeng attached the phantom array to his wrist, walked to the inside, opened the door, and saw Feng Yangye sitting on the bed with a quilt on his back, holding a puppet that was about to break and looking at him eagerly Like a small animal that was briefly abandoned.

"Twelve..." As soon as Feng Yangye woke up, he found that he was surrounded by an enchantment set up by Taoist companions, and he was the only one in the room. The smirk was hugged by the tall figure who appeared in front of him in a flash and rubbed his head to appease him.

Rubbing the warm and thick palms on the head felt very comfortable, Feng Yangye touched the familiar body, closed his eyes, smiled and yawned.