[System + Zhetian] Ye Fan, hello

After Wen Lang left, Pang Bo felt a lot more at ease. He put one hand on Ye Fan's shoulder, took a peek at Wen Lang, and then said sternly, "You and Teacher Wen are done?"

"What?" Ye Fan looked a little embarrassed.

"That's it." Pangbo made fists with his thumbs facing each other.

"How do you know?" Ye Fan opened his eyes and told nonsense when he found that he couldn't be fooled.

"Yes, it definitely didn't work. What stage is it now?" Pang Bo and Ye Fan had been in a relationship for so many years, how could he not know that he wanted to hide it, and asked with such a face.

"Kiss." After chasing someone for so long and still not being able to catch up, Ye Fan was also a little embarrassed, so he could only talk about the biggest development between him and Wen Lang, to stop Pang Bo's mouth.

Pang Bo became interested in an instant: "Is it a tongue kiss?" Seeing that Ye Fan didn't answer, he hesitated and asked, "I just stuck it on my mouth."

Ye Fan nodded and didn't say much.

Pang Bo laughed unkindly: "To be honest, Ye Fan, that's what I admire the most about you. You're almost becoming a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

"Say it directly if you owe it."

"But to be honest, what are you holding back for? Drink some wine, lie down on the bed, and cover the quilt, won't it be knotted? You won't really read some scriptures or something, and think that your spiritual world is spotless." Pang Bo never forgets to come up with bad ideas.

"Don't talk about it, if you were covered at night, we will part ways the next day." Ye Fan dismissed.

Pangbo shrugged, feeling a little pity for him. As a person who never wronged himself, he couldn't imagine how Ye Fan had been enduring it: "But you know what Teacher Wen thinks, and he won't be a person who can hang himself." Other than you, I have never seen him not paying special attention to anyone."

"Nonsense, if he didn't care about other people, how could he come to save you." Ye Fan argued for Wen Lang, but said Wen Lang's question, this is really his most important thing besides going home, thinking of his strategy He was also a little decadent about the progress, "He must care about me."

Pangbo rolled his eyes in his heart, and listened to him continue.

"But he seems to have been scruples about something." Ye Fan was a little frustrated, what Wen Lang was hiding was something he had never been able to touch, "It's like this time, we need to use divine sense attack to save you, but Wen Lang's divine sense knowledge……"

If a person's consciousness is a small world with starry sky and light in it, then Wen Lang's consciousness is a piece of darkness.When the three of them entered Wen Lang's sea of ​​consciousness, a bolt of lightning struck in the darkness, knocking out the old demon and the black emperor. Only Ye Fan was squeezed out. Before being squeezed out, he saw in a blur. To a little golden light struggling in the darkness.

"Pang Bo, do you remember how Wen Lang became our teacher?" Ye Fan suddenly doubted his memory.

"Hasn't he always been our teacher?" Pangbo didn't understand why he asked.

"It's nothing." Ye Fan shook his head. For the first time, he began to doubt his memory.

Because he wanted to hide from Yaozu's sight, Pang Bo decided to stay in Yaozu first, so that he could cooperate with Ye Fan and the others later.Leaving Pangbo behind, the group of people and Tu Fei went to the demon city again, and because they heard the news of a ruthless person from a monster, they agreed to the monster's invitation to attend the party of the monster clan.

At night, in a palace of the monster clan, many powerful monster clan gathered.

The banshees danced with half-covered clothes, not showing their snow-white arms and thighs, making the atmosphere in the hall even more ambiguous.

Wen Lang wasn't used to such scenes, so he sat quietly beside Ye Fan and didn't speak, which made him look a bit obedient.And at this time, he didn't do anything else, just sat beside Ye Fan, drank some wine from time to time, and looked quiet, Ye Fan didn't care much.However, Ye Fan also paid attention not to let him drink too much, and found that his wine glass was filled again and again, so he immediately grabbed his arm: "You drink less, drink less."

Wen Lang wanted to pull his hand out, but he couldn't match his strength, his arm was clenched tightly, he just remembered not to hurt him, but he just refused to let him touch the wine glass.It was still Tu Fei who couldn't see it, so he helped him pull Ye Fan aside, and persuaded him: "Young brother Ye, this is your fault, it's okay if Wen Lang wants to drink two glasses. Besides, they are all monks, two glasses of wine How can you get drunk to death?"

Ye Fan was relieved by such persuasion, and Tu Fei immediately looked for an opportunity to pull him over to drink. Wen Lang had no one to take care of him, and drank more and more without scruples.

He doesn't know why, but he just wants to drink anyway, it's best to be drunk, so that he can do things that he wouldn't normally do, and he can also use drunkenness to fool him.

Then he got drunk and fell headfirst into Ye Fan's arms, which startled Ye Fan who was just about to check on his condition.The party simply came to an end, Ye Fan hurriedly bid farewell to Yan Ruyu and the others, and went back to their room with Wen Lang in his arms.

Ye Fan kicked open the door, put him on the big red sandalwood bed, and gently patted Wen Lang's flushed face.Wen Lang, who was annoyed by his photographs, finally opened his eyes willingly. After drinking some wine, his eyes were misty and the whites of his eyes were red, like a wronged rabbit.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the topic he talked to Pang Bo yesterday, he swallowed quietly, but his subordinates were not idle, took off Wen Lang's shoes, and gently moved him to the bed.

"Are you still awake?" Wen Lang still looked straight at him, Ye Fan resisted the desire to commit crimes in his heart, and asked while touching his forehead.

Wen Lang shook his head under his hand.

It's getting cuter.

Ye Fan's other hand touched Wen Lang's waist uncontrollably, and stroked it lightly.

Wen Lang stretched out a hand, Ye Fan thought he was going to hit him, closed his eyes, and decided to take the palm, but felt a weight on his neck, and the hand rested on his shoulder.Wen Lang climbed up his neck, finally reached the destination, and rubbed against Ye Fan's chest.

Ye Fan never knew that this was a kind of torture. He grabbed Wen Lang's waist with both hands, and threatened Wen Lang's ear: "Wen Lang, if you don't wake up, I won't be able to control myself."

"Hot." When he spoke, the hot breath made Wen Lang's neck shrink, and he finally said the first sentence in such a long time.

Ye Fan felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Pfft." There was a mocking voice from outside the door, but the beauty of the voice could not be concealed.

"Who?" Ye Fan wanted to put Wen Lang by the bed, but was stopped, so he could only ask Wen Lang half-heartedly.

"Brother Ye, I'm just here to remind you that the princess suspects that you went to the Hall of Immortality, but I don't want to see this scene. I didn't mean it." Qin Yao said so, but her eyes were fixed on the two hugging each other hold on.

"Leave after reading." Ye Fan's face darkened, and he covered Wen Lang's face in his arms.

Qin Yao was amused by his possessiveness, and threw him something from his hand, smiling very maliciously.

"Brother Ye, this is the secret treasure of my monster clan. Now my sister is giving you a bottle. Take care of your health."

"Sister, I thank you, you should leave quickly." Ye Fan only wanted her to go.

Qin Yao knew that he didn't welcome her now, so she swayed away, and before she left, she didn't forget to say: "I will ask the attendant to bring you water, remember not to go too far."

Ye Fan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.After sending Qin Yao away, the problem returned to Wen Lang.He looked at someone who was soft in his arms, and finally couldn't bear it.Two big palms imprisoned Wen Lang's face, he leaned forward and licked Wen Lang's lips, and then gradually deepened.

After the kiss, he hugged Wen Lang, who was not breathing well, and patted him on the back: "I'll be waiting for you, so you have to hurry up."

That bottle of medicine Ye Fan was still useless.It's just that the person who cleaned up the next day found that the bucket of water and the bucket had disappeared.