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"Go back."

Nan Yuan intentionally interrupted Nan Li's meditation, narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.

Nanli was taken aback, and quickly turned his gaze away from Feiyan, and looked at Nanyuan with a guilty conscience.

"Go back and pack your bags and have an early rest." Nan Yuan casually threw the wine glass in his hand on the table, stood up, and said to Nan Li, "Tomorrow is time, outside the long revolving door, I will personally see you off. "

"Yes……"

Nanli bowed down with eyes full of unwillingness, but his tightly clenched knuckles turned blue and white due to the force.His father's words seemed caring, but in fact he was alienated. Even an emergency military situation would take a day to prepare, and he had just returned to the city today, and he was eager to send him away tomorrow...

Out of the corner of his eye, Fei Yan was sitting motionless at the table with his eyes lowered, showing no emotion.But that slightly stiff body betrayed his uneasiness at the moment.

Ah……

A sarcastic smile appeared on Nan Li's face buried in his arms, and even his eye sockets became moist with uncontrollable distress.

Father, father, in order to monopolize Feiyan, I never thought you would be so impatient!

Through the hair hanging from his forehead, Nanli saw the man in the black dragon robe flicking his sleeves coldly, turning around and walking towards the inner hall.And Fei Yan, who was sitting by the side, also stood up slowly, and followed silently with a blank expression on his face.

Nanli stood up silently, stepped out of the hall door with flying robes, raised his head, maybe the light in the bedroom was too dim just now, and he felt the moonlight was a bit dazzling at this moment?

Otherwise, why would you want to cry so much...

……

inner hall.

By the side of the gorgeous hot spring pool, several copper basalt candlesticks are filled with golden thread and red candles. Under the warm candlelight, wisps of mist rise from the pool water and linger in the surrounding layers of soft smoke gauze tents .

Nan Yuan took off his dragon robe and brocade boots, and walked barefoot on the ground paved with white jade. Following his steady and powerful steps, the white jacket slowly slipped off his body.

The sound of spring water slapping the bank of the pool came from not far away. Fei Yan, who had been standing by the side with downcast eyes, followed the sound, and saw that Nan Yuan was already sitting on the edge of the pool, with the warm spring water covering his waist and abdomen, caressing him constantly. His strong chest.

"Come here." Nan Yuan raised his head slightly, glanced at Fei Yan who was frozen in place from the corner of his eye, and his deep voice was a bit lazy.

Fei Yan inadvertently loosened his tightly clenched fingers, forced himself to purse his lips, walked slowly behind Nan Yuan, and carefully knelt down on the bank of the pond made of white jade.

"Subordinates... wait for His Majesty to take a bath..."

Although it is not the first time, it is still difficult to say this.He is really not good at pleasing others and serving others.Rather than that, it would be easier and more pleasant to let him go to the bloodbath battlefield...

Fei Yan frowned, his angular face looked even more handsome.He gently picked up some spring water to Nan Yuan's shoulder with his hands, and rubbed his fingertips on his bronze-colored skin indiscriminately.

The movements were so stiff... Nan Yuan tightened his brows.

"That's all." The usual indifferent and deep voice was a little blurred in the steaming water vapor, Nan Yuan suddenly pressed his fingers on his shoulders, and with a little force, he dragged him into the water abruptly, "Come in wash."

"what--!"

Fei Yan gasped in surprise, the warm spring water suddenly rushed towards his face, choking him so much that he could not stop coughing.

Nan Yuan held his wrist tightly, lifted him out of the water steadily, and leaned on him.Fei Yan was seriously injured and had lost all of his internal strength, so he could only let him confine himself in his arms, breathing heavily.

"Which one is stronger, Nanli or me?"

Nan Yuan stared fixedly at Fei Yan, his eyes were dark and his tone was bitingly cold.

Under the dancing candlelight, Fei Yan's hair wetted by spring water lay on his slender neck, evoking seductive arcs.

Fei Yan raised his head, his original deep eyes were clouded with mist because of the pain, he stared at Nan Yuan stubbornly, even though the man pinched his chin more and more tightly, he never said a word.

"Do not say?"

Nan Yuan pressed him firmly between the steps of the pool wall, leaned over his body suddenly, approached his face with a bit of danger, and sneered, "Do you know why you are here today?"

Fei Yan shook his head slightly, panted and closed his eyes.Nan Yuan's face was so close to him, so close that he could almost feel every fiery breath.

"Because...the things I like are dirty..." Nan Yuan's fingertips slid down from the side of Fei Yan's face little by little, brushed his neck, and stroked his chest, both charming and domineering, "Need a good wash wash."

"His Majesty……"

Fei Yan's lips trembled slightly, a drop of water slipped from the side of his face, tasted a bit of bitterness, "Now that my subordinates have lost all their martial arts, they are no longer useful to Xuanming, to Xuege, to you... ...Please also choose a new pavilion master in the Blood Pavilion, and the subordinates will personally hold the blood oath ceremony for him..."

"You know, with a new blood oath, you can't keep it."

Xuanhuang's arm loosened a little, and he pulled a little distance away from Feiyan. He looked at Feiyan's dark eyes as deep as the night, sneered and hooked the corners of his mouth, "Are you going... to die in advance?"

"Subordinate..." Fei Yan bit his lip hard, and said in a deep voice as if he had made up his mind, "With the new owner of the Blood Pavilion, this subordinate has nothing to worry about..."

"Hahaha!" Nanyuan laughed arrogantly a few times, lifted his chin with his fingers, forced him to look at him, and snorted coldly, "The Lord of the Blood Pavilion, I don't need anyone else except you."

"This subordinate is already useless. He really can't lead the Blood Pavilion, let alone serve His Majesty..." Fei Yan shook his head, a look of pain flashed in his eyes for a moment, but Nan Yuan didn't escape his eyes at all.

Nan Yuan lowered his head silently, picked up a strand of black hair on the side of his face, kissed him lightly, and then whispered softly in his ear: "It's okay, as long as you stay by my side, that's fine." .”