Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The eyes of the entire inn were on them.

Song Qingshi subconsciously wanted to deny that he had a child, but this child looked too much like him...the skin color, face shape, hair and nose were all exactly the same, and the eyes and mouth were like Fengjun.From the perspective of genetics, no one would believe that it was not his baby...

Feng Jun sighed, he took the Immortal Peak as an enemy against the entire world of cultivating immortals, cleaned up the filth, and vented his resentment by killing.He can't guarantee that he will succeed, but Song Qingshi's return to this world is a high probability, and he may change his body. Opteron is a spirit snake, and the identification of his identity depends on his sense of smell and soul, so he raised Opteron to grow up. The demon was left to Song Qingshi as a talisman.

Haolong was loyal to Song Qingshi, and his thoughts were pure, so there was no big problem...

He let the snake stay on the top of immortality, and planned to give it to Song Qingshi as a demon pet in a few days. However, things that are too stupid are out of control, just like Song Jincheng, who often have magical ideas and take magical ways. the way……

How dare this broken snake call him "mother"?

He wanted to take advantage of the situation to finalize the identity of the Taoist companion, stamp the seal of the Taoist companion, and drag him back to his nest.

However, after the man's identity was revealed on the bed, how should he explain to Song Qingshi who gave birth to his "son"?

Feng Jun put on the tulle gloves again, wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with this stupid snake.

Haolong sensed the crisis, hugged Song Qingshi's thigh tightly, and howled desperately.However, it was under a curse, unable to say the words "Yue Wuhuan", and did not know the name of this incarnation, opened its mouth several times but couldn't say anything, and could only keep crying: "Daddy help! "

Others talked a lot, accusing the parents of being irresponsible.

Song Qingshi fell into deep thought...

Song Jincheng said cautiously: "Could it be that Feng Jun is the person you are looking for? You even have a baby?"

Feng Jun stopped and looked at Song Qingshi.

Song Qingshi calmed down, looked at Fengjun's face and figure carefully, then stretched out his hand, and gently touched the gorgeous facial features, and the tear mole under his left eye... only his shadow was in the dark golden pupil, with silk Silk could not express the complex emotions.He felt his head hurt again, and there were some obstacles preventing him from thinking about it...

The symptoms of this partial amnesia are interesting.

The memory is resisting something, doesn't it mean that this thing has existed in the memory?

Is this trying to cover up?

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, then smiled, he hugged Haolong and put it on his lap for teasing: "I can't remember the past, maybe he is really my son. If no one comes to claim it, let him stay, maybe He can help me slowly recover my memory. Child, what's your name?"

Haolong succeeded in recognizing his master, and was so happy that he couldn't find Bei, he said crisply: "Xiaobai!"

Feng Jun was stunned.

Song Qingshi asked again: "Is Mr. Feng really your mother?"

Opteron said decisively: "Yes!"

It doesn't care whether Yue Wuhuan's incarnation is a man or a woman, they are all mothers!Anyway, with daddy around, it won't be beaten to death no matter how hard it is!

Feng Jun looked at Haolong, took a deep breath, and tried to control his emotions. He has tolerated this stupid snake all these years because of this pleasing face with a relatively clean temperament. Looking at it from a distance, it looks a bit like Song Qingshi when he was a child. Let him chat for comfort.

At that time, Song and Qing Dynasties left without saying goodbye, and there were too few things to miss... He painted countless portraits in private, and also made many moving images with magic symbols, and put them in the Wutong Terrace, but what about inanimate things? Neither is right.He felt that these things had tarnished the existence of Song Qingshi and gradually destroyed them, and he didn't want to use fake things to recall them.

He forced himself to keep all the things that Song Qingshi liked, including Yaowang Valley, Peach Blossom Forest, laboratory, library, Qingluan, Minghong and Haolong, etc...

Later, these things slowly changed.

The building weathered and decayed over time, and with repeated repairs, all traces were finally erased. The peach blossom forest was burned down when the group of garbage counterattacked and attacked Yaowang Valley. He and people he knew in Song Qingshi passed away one by one. Distracted for the breakthrough, there is not much left until now.

Song Qingshi once said that life is hope, please don't destroy the whole world.

He did all of them.

However, Song Qingshi finally came back with a mission to save others...

He could only force himself to accept it.

I hate it, I hate the way of heaven, I hate the system, I hate everything in the world...

When he looked at Song Qing, he bit his fingers fiercely, suppressing all desires, wanting to go crazy, but not going crazy.

Song Qingshi pulled his finger out of his mouth: "Don't bite, it will hurt."

"I lost my composure," Feng Jun smiled and teased Haolong, "Although I can't remember it, this child is so cute."

He felt that he was worried too much, so he was led into the ditch by these idiots, let them make trouble first, and see what Song Qingshi's intentions are.If he can't come up with the answer he wants, he will implement the last plan, destroy this annoying world, kill all living things, eliminate all right and wrong answers, and lock Song Qingshi's soul in a knot that the system can't touch In the world, he can only be chosen.

Therefore, he will never fail.

Opteron felt the danger in his increasingly gentle smile, and his whole body stiffened.

Feng Jun leaned close to its ear and asked softly, "Do you want to eat rats or carrion?"

"Mouse," Haolong just finished speaking, feeling wrong, immediately withdrew the answer, and replied obediently, "No, Xiaobai wants to eat meat..."

Feng Jun picked up the vegetables on the table, and stuffed them into its mouth mouthful with the most loving expression and the strongest movements: "Kids, don't be picky eaters."

Song Qingshi nodded and said, "Yes."

Haolong didn't dare to resist, and almost burst into tears after eating.

……

It was getting dark, and Song Jincheng said that he was exhausted from being chased by snakes, so he went to rest early.

Feng Jun said that the child slept with "mother", and ignored Haolong's objection, and dragged it back to his room.Haolong tried to ask for help, but Song Qingshi told it while reading a book: "There is no father in this world who dare not listen to his mother, you can go at ease."

Two loud bangs came from Feng Jun's room, and the sound insulation barrier fell, and there was no more movement.

Song Qingshi was lying on the arhat chair, holding the story book in his hand, but he was thinking about the contents of the book in his mind, and he didn't turn the page for a long time.

Feng Jun walked in with a plate of ice cream, put it on the low table, and found that Song Qingshi was distracted from reading and didn't pay attention to the things around him, so he sat opposite and looked at it wantonly...After so many years, he still likes this person so much , eyes, nose, mouth, body, skin, personality, and even every strand of hair...

A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, he quietly took off his clogs, stretched out his bare feet from under the red gauze skirt, hooked the opponent's calf quietly, and slowly climbed up with his dexterous toes, as light as a butterfly falling , After crawling to the root of the thigh, seeing that he hadn't noticed it yet, he was a little angry, so he squeezed it a little harder, then quickly retracted it, and sat down dignifiedly.

Song Qingshi was suffering from pain, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Feng Jun was sitting opposite him at some point. His long hair, which had just been washed, was not completely dry, and it was casually draped over his shoulders. A fitted red brocade robe with wide sleeves, baggy, casually tied with a belt, outlining the long legs and thin waist... But the expression is very dignified, with a bit of nobility in his eyes, as if he just did something bad People are not him.

It's a bit chilly, so wearing too little will make you uncomfortable.

Song Qingshi resolutely put a white robe on him, wrapped it tightly, and did not allow it to be exposed at all, then grabbed the ice cream, tasted it, was stunned for a moment by his taste memory, and then boasted: "It's really delicious!" tasty."

Feng Jun didn't expect him to be so easy to understand style. He leaned on the table and asked with a half-smile: "A father should listen to a mother? Do you listen to me?"

The wave after wave of autumn makes the heartstrings flutter.

Song Qingshi was seen flustered, and couldn't help saying: "Listen..."

Feng Jun approached slowly, the outer robe that had just been wrapped, fell halfway for some reason, he breathed in his ear and asked, "How do you hear it?"

Song Qingshi felt that his breath was the familiar sweetness, so sweet that he was a little dizzy: "How do you want to hear it?"

As soon as the words fell, the earlobe was gently licked by the tip of the tongue.

Song Qingshi couldn't help but let out a comfortable low moan. He didn't know that his ears were so sensitive, which caused a strange reaction in his whole body.

He was a little afraid of this feeling, and wanted to shrink back, but his hands were tightly grasped.

With great strength, Feng Jun hugged him into his arms and pressed him so hard that he couldn't move.

Immediately afterwards, the entire earlobe was sucked into the warm lips, deftly played with, the itching was unbearable...

Song Qingshi was almost made to cry by him, tears rolled in his eyes, he wanted to beg for mercy, but he refused to say it.

Feng Jun finally let go of his earlobe, took his hand that just grabbed the ice cream, admired it for a moment, sniffed the delicious smell of medicine on it, then checked his fingers one by one, and asked softly: "Why didn't you set the black fire on me? "

Song Qingshi was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "You will be burned, I don't want to hurt you."

Feng Jun smiled, and said in a low voice: "You have crumbs of ice cream on your finger, I'll take care of it for you."

Song Qingshi thought that he was going to wipe it with a handkerchief, and obediently handed it over. Unexpectedly, he put his fingertips into his mouth, and swept every inch of his skin with moist breath, tasting the sweetness left on it. But it is an indescribable desire, as if tasting something more interesting, it makes people think about it.Song Qingshi was stunned and tried to pull his hand back.However, a little cultivator who has only established a foundation and has never practiced body training is powerless to resist when he is unwilling to use the two fires in his body. interest.

Fingers clasped, pressed against the back of the chair, did not refuse.

Feng Jun approached his face, and the breath he exhaled was almost close to his lips, the distance was less than half an inch, and he concluded: "You are delicious."

Song Qingshi thought for a while and asked, "Feng Jun, when is your birthday?"

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, and replied puzzledly: "February fourteenth."

The greedy kiss followed, forcefully prying open between the teeth, looking for more delicious food.

Song Qingshi gave up struggling and tried to bear everything. With the feeling of familiarity, he gradually relaxed, began to obey, and enjoyed this sweet kiss.