Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Shui Wufeng raised his hand to add spirit grass to the furnace again, and then Feng Yangye, who was vaguely asleep, suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes forcefully, and whispered in a half-awake voice, "...Twelve?"

"What's the matter?" Shui Wufeng lowered his head, the person in his arms was sleeping hazily, pulling at his clothes, the devil's heart sank a little, turning into a puddle of water.

"...I forgot to consummate the room."

"Aren't you very sleepy?" Ancient Demon's voice became hoarse instantly, and he immediately pushed back the matter of alchemy.There is no awkward feeling between the two of them when others use this body, they have been in intimate contact for a whole day, if there were not always delays, Shui Wufeng would have wanted to swallow the person in his arms long ago.

However, Feng Yangye was so obedient, seeing that his heart was sleepy, he was not willing to provoke him, and now when he heard the Taoist partner bring it up, he couldn't hide his affection: "...Really not going to sleep anymore?"

"...can't sleep...have to consummate the room," the drowsy headmaster put his hand into the devil's clothes, leaned his face on the large chest muscles, and after provoking someone, he fell asleep as if it had nothing to do with him after a while past.

Shui Wufeng, who had already expected the result, sighed alone, something in his hand struggled, he clenched his palm tightly, Zhang Danmo's soul struggled a little more violently, and there was a weak pulling sensation, a little tingling.

Shui Wufeng opened his palm and glanced, a messy formation flashed by, the soul in his hand was flowing with black light, it was the weak spiritual power drawn from the palm of the devil.

This Xiaoxiu didn't forget to struggle at this point, using the soul-penetrating formation to make useless resistance... Shui Wufeng, who was already depressed in his heart, glanced at it, and threw this strand of soul to Changxuan Red Halberd indifferently Beast souls that cannot come out of the banner yet.

Of course other people can die easily, but this person made his heart so sad... Let him die so easily, it would be cheap for him.

Zhang Danmo watched the monsters approaching with their teeth and claws, and trembled in despair... He suddenly remembered how he was besieged by fierce beasts when he was traveling, and Feng Yangye came to rescue him, and his heart ached...

Zhang Danmo looked up at the void in pain and roared bitterly at Shui Wufeng outside the banner: "Why did you recognize him? You should kill him... Only after you kill him can he know that the person who loves him the most is me." ...How could you love him more than me? Why did you, a monster, rob him from me...The master is mine, I have worked hard for him for decades, he should have loved me..."

The roar turned into a murmur at the end, the monster's soul was getting closer, but he didn't hide...Looking at the silent void, he went mad and murmured non-stop.

He knew that he would be found out sooner or later...so he expected Shui Wufeng to kill his master...Unfortunately not...that devil didn't...

What he lost was not only his cultivation and appearance...he couldn't even compare to his infatuation...

Master... don't you know that you won't love me anymore?But I really...don't want to let go...

The soul of the young man pressed the painful chest, and the imitation array on his chest that had penetrated into the soul still affected his mind at this moment... He vaguely saw a person smiling warmly at him behind the curling smoke... The next moment However, his soul body was caught and bitten by the soul of a monster, and the soul quickly became fragmented, and then it was constantly nourished by the soul power in the banner to recover, and he couldn't die no matter what... He screamed ...the pain he experienced for killing Feng Yangye could not be avoided.

The eventful night was blown away by the sound of the wind... the time inside the banner will be longer than the outside world, and it will not die completely, which is the most terrifying thing.

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Just after the early morning, the first quenching of the elixir in the furnace was completed, and the fragrance of the medicine gradually wafted out of the elixir furnace, and the whole alchemy pavilion was immersed in the faint fragrance.

The monsters around were commotioning slightly, but the monster general was by his side, and the sage was on top, none of them dared to do anything wrong.

Shui Wufeng withdrew his hand quietly, pulled away from the state of concentration, his demonic nature suddenly returned, he couldn't restrain himself from lowering his head and buried his face in the collar of the leader, sniffing a mouthful of the Qiankun bag that he had specially used by himself. Taste masked by the upper smell...

Relying on his sweetheart's "body fragrance" to relieve some longing, Shui Wufeng raised his face, glanced at the unconscious person who was still sleeping, and moved his Adam's apple helplessly... Feng Yangye is Feng Yangye. When Zhang Danmo used this body, the devil couldn't arouse such interest. The smell of the medicine only aroused his appetite.

The eager monster moved his face up a bit, and licked the lips of the master Fenfen. Unfortunately, smelling the sweet medicinal fragrance did not appease his demonic nature... it only increased his hunger and thirst .

The sleeping master gradually woke up, and the foreign body sensation in his mouth became more and more obvious. He half-awake gave the devil a small sip, and Shui Wufeng kissed him forcefully, quickly plundering the air in his lungs.

The leader opened his eyes in a daze, and the other party let go, making him notice that he was pressed on the futon, and a heavy panting and a sexy voice sounded in his ears: "Yang Ye... still sleepy!" ?"

Feng Yangye was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and shook his head nervously: "No...not sleepy..."

"Hey..." Shui Wufeng gently kissed him on the cheek, and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sweeping his eyes over the red lips kissed, "...Cry if you want to cry in a while, I will be softer, don't cry." endure."

Feng Yangye held the devil's girdle with his hand, and while unbuttoning his Taoist companion's clothes with downcast eyes, he couldn't hold back his silly joy: "It's not... Twelve, you said you let me be on it..."

Shui Wufeng raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a smile in his hoarse voice: "Do you still remember? Dear..."

The scene of intercourse in the Sea of ​​Consciousness before turned around in Feng Yangye's mind a few times. He tried his best to recall the process, and then thought that the devil would teach him after he had agreed, so he raised his face and looked at Shui Wufeng expectantly, "Just once ..."

Seeing the seriousness of the Taoist couple, the demon head was full of demonic nature, and lowered his voice a lot and whispered in Feng Yangye's ear: "My dear, it's been hard work up there..."

A powerful enchantment was laid in the alchemy room, and Shui Wufeng also deliberately guarded against Feng Banyuan, who was elusive and haunted. He first released his consciousness and asked someone to take Feng Banyuan out after falling asleep, and then sent his demon generals to withdraw from the alchemy pavilion. Guard this pavilion and set up another layer of enchantment...

When the preparations are complete, the two of them are happy before entering the beginning...and then it's over.

Feng Yangye was lying on the futon, wrapped in a clean and soft blanket, looking disappointedly at the devil who dared not touch him again, "I don't hurt...really."

Shui Wufeng tidied up the bloody clothes on the ground with his hands, holding them one by one in his hands, his tone was still gentle: "Yangye, take a rest, don't move around."

"It was all skin injuries just now... I'm fine..." Feng Yangye clenched some of the blankets on his body. He has no injuries at all now, but it wasn't like this a few breaths ago... His Taoist almost swallowed him He ate it in one bite...the blood stained the clothes of the two people scattered beside him, Shui Wufeng tried his best to stop himself, and even strangled his three souls.

The devil silently tidied up all the blood-stained clothes and put them away. After making sure that his demon nature was suppressed, he approached Feng Yangye and hugged him, even restraining himself from kissing him.

Feng Yangye leaned in the familiar embrace, wrapped in the warm breath, his eyes were a little red, although he tried his best to relax his tone, he couldn't hide the slightest disappointment: "...twelve... I won't be able to consummate the house in the future Yeah?"