you are my color

"Wei Ping." The boy replied.

Xie Chengfeng nodded: "Do you know who I am?"

"Xie Chengfeng of Feidu Gate, the only son of Elder Xie."

Xie Chengfeng paused, frowned slightly, and soon let go: "Do you recognize me?"

He originally thought that the other party didn't recognize him and wanted to admit his identity, but he didn't expect that this young man knew more about him than he thought.

Thinking about it again, he was relieved.As a prestigious inner disciple of Feidumen, his strength must be outstanding.Many other small sects encountered unsolvable troubles and asked to come to them. He also led other juniors and younger sisters to make a move. Presumably, they met by accident at that time.

The boy smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Yes."

His voice was a little strange, Xie Chengfeng noticed it, but thought it was the first time the other party saw him, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Which sect do you belong to?"

"Tianzongmen." The boy replied.

Xie Chengfeng searched in his mind, but he didn't have any memory of this small sect. It seems that he should have never had any dealings with Feidumen before.

While thinking about several possibilities for Wulin to leave him behind, he tentatively asked, "Since you know me, it's easy to say. What do you think of Feidu Gate? Do you want to go and see it?"

If it was just the boy himself, Xie Chengfeng would not be lazy to look at him more, let alone feel that there is something wrong with his proposal.

If you really don't want to go, just grab it.

This is the world of comprehension. Even if they claim to be righteous, they mostly do what they want, and it is not uncommon for the weak to prey on the strong.

But now that Wulin was involved, he couldn't help but think about it.

Wei Ping's answer was straightforward: "I don't want to."

Xie Chengfeng was taken aback: "Why?"

Wei Ping narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the person in front of him.

This person...does he really not know, or is he just pretending to be stupid?

Because Shi Xin is at the Feidu Gate.

The man who just made a vow with him at the Heart Stone in the morning and took him there to break the vow in the afternoon.

Even if he broke the oath, he didn't give him a real reason, only that he was too impulsive and not calm enough.

The results of it?Turn around and go after Xie Chengfeng.

Oh, Wei Ping swears, no matter what, even if he likes another person again, his love will be broken long ago after being tossed with his sincerity on the ground.

But that doesn't mean he can treat Xie Chengfeng calmly.

Especially when the other party offered to take him to the Feidu Gate.

Do you get along with the scumbag day and night?Or do you watch how the scumbag pursues Bai Yueguang every day?

Wei Ping said that he was indifferent to both.

"Do you know why the Changshengzong kept me?" The young man raised his chin slightly, showing a bit of arrogance.

"Why?" Xie Chengfeng didn't like the young man's expression, he suppressed his displeasure, and asked.

Wei Ping smiled "hehe": "I won't tell you, if you want to know, go ask Wulin, go ask the suzerain of the Longevity Sect." Then he turned and left.

Xie Chengfeng was angry.

His humility and courtesy are for those who are worthy, but this boy is obviously teasing him with words.

Ask Wulin?Ask suzerain?This boy has such a big face?

"Stop! Speak clearly!" Xie Chengfeng reached out to grab someone.

"Ah Feng!" someone called from behind.

Xie Chengfeng heard a human voice, withdrew his hand, and frowned.

The boy also stopped for some reason, and turned his head to look over.

Shi Xin fell down, took back the flying sword, and looked at Xie Chengfeng affectionately: "I heard that you were injured, so I came to see you. Why are you not recovering well, what are you doing here?"

Before Xie Chengfeng could answer, Wei Ping sneered.

Shi Xin's attention was diverted, and only then did he realize that the boy was here, and his face changed drastically: "Wei Ping? Why are you here?"

Wei Ping was full of disdain, his expression like a proud little peacock: "What am I doing here, do you care? Who are you?"

"You..." Shi Xin's heart skipped a beat, fearing that his sweetheart had been indoctrinated into something before he came, he hurriedly turned his head to explain, "Ah Feng, I..."

"Brother Shi, you'd better call me Brother Xie, our relationship is not good enough to call each other by name." Xie Chengfeng said distantly.

He is equally lukewarm towards Shi Xin on weekdays, but now Shi Xin has a ghost in his heart. He always feels that Xie Chengfeng said this because Wei Ping said provocative words out of jealousy.

After glaring at Wei Ping bitterly, Shi Xin said with a smile on his face, "Brother Xie, I was just impatient. Why are you with him?"

"Why, you recognize him?" Xie Chengfeng came this time, apart from meeting Wei Ping, he just wanted to find an opportunity to take him away, no matter what method he used.

He didn't want anyone around Wu Lin, even servants.

After all, the first person accepted by Wulin is always special.

"He..." Shi Xin just uttered one word and then broke it off. He couldn't say that this young man was the one he made and broke his vow.

If he dared to say that, with Xie Chengfeng's noble temperament, it would be impossible to say a word to him again in this life.

While the three were in a stalemate, another person came in a hurry, but he was a disciple of the Longevity Sect.

"Master Wei." The disciple saluted respectfully.

Wei Ping turned his head and looked over: "What's the matter?"

"By the order of the suzerain, please come to invite Mr. Wei to go to the front." The disciple said.

The front, of course, is where Sect Leader Zhao and Wu Lin are fighting with the demon cultivators.

All three of them understood the meaning, Wei Ping was already impatient to argue with these two people, and immediately agreed.

Xie Chengfeng's injury was still unhealed, so he couldn't follow. He frowned and looked at the young man's back, and walked slowly towards the residence.

Shi Xin followed immediately.

Zhao Yuan asked someone to invite Wei Ping over, but there was no one else, but because of the tense battle, more and more people's magic weapons were damaged.

Other things are easy to talk about, but everything above the spirit weapon is good, and if it is bad, there is one less. Each family has so much wealth, and everyone doesn't talk about it, but it hurts in their hearts.

In particular, the Changsheng sect dispatched the most disciples this time, and naturally the most magic weapons were damaged.

Like Wu Lin, any magic weapon can be used, but other disciples are not like this.Especially for those who fused the spirit weapon with their soul, once the spirit weapon is damaged, the spirit will be greatly damaged.

Zhao Yuan inevitably thought of Wei Ping.

The Longevity Sect has a profound background and is not afraid of other sects' thoughts.In particular, he decided to keep Wei Ping, and according to the younger brother's opinion, he had to cover it himself. In this case, he might as well be a favor and help Wei Ping to make a name for himself.

In case there are always some blind people trying to figure out the identity of the boy.In such a short period of time, he has heard no less than five versions of the story of "The Little Boy Beloved by Wu Lin".

When Wei Ping first arrived, he was repairing the magic weapon in a temporary tent.Too many magical artifacts were damaged, so he could only repair them one by one at first, at a very slow speed.

And he was worried, the first few handfuls didn't drip his own blood into it.

Until Wei Anan came to him sneakily.

After Wei Anan sent his son away, he quickly noticed that someone was watching him, and some even made excuses to fight him.

He knew that the news about the jade gourd must have spread, and he thought it would be a few days, but when a disciple of the Feidumen wanted to take him away forcibly, someone from the Longevity Sect appeared, saved him.

From those people's words, he knew that his son was in the Changsheng sect and beside that elder Wulin.

It's just that the disciples of the Longevity Sect obviously didn't know the reason. He had heard those disciples speculate several times in private.

But he knew that the only thing that could protect him from the dignified number one sect was because his son sold him there.

Wei Anan felt sore when he thought that his son who had been pampered by him would have such a decision.

He would rather his son be more ordinary than Wei Ping get involved in any right and wrong.

After knowing that Wei Ping was here, he found a chance and hurriedly looked for it when no one was around.

"Father, I'm fine. I like Changshengzong very much," Wei Ping said with a smile. "I'm fine here, and Elder Wu treats me very well. We made an appointment to be together for the rest of our lives."

"..." All Wei An'an's words of persuasion were blocked by his son's words.

His eyes were as big as eggs, and he looked up and down at his son for a long time.

The son who has been carefully raised for more than ten years, is just being beaten by Wulin?

Wei Anan didn't mention what was going on in his heart.

"You, you, are you sure you're with him?" Wei Anan asked.

"Yes," Wei Ping said naturally, "Elder Wu agreed, and he also told me not to leave him or betray him. I promised him that I can't just walk away like this."

"Yes, yes, but..." Wei Anan wanted to say, after all, you didn't have the orders of your parents, and you didn't make any vows at the Heart Swearing Stone, so what's the matter with just being together like this?

Before he could say anything, the curtain of the tent moved, and Wu Lin walked in from the outside.

"Elder Wu!" Wei Ping greeted with a smile.

Wu Lin nodded to him, then turned to look at Wei Anan: "Master Wei, shall we go out and have a chat?"

It was about his son, Wei Anan gave Wei Ping a few words, and went out with a serious face.

Wei Ping continued to mend the magic weapon.

About half an hour later, Wu Lin re-entered, but Wei Anan was nowhere to be seen behind him.

"Where's my father?" Wei Ping asked, blinking his eyes, a bunch of hair stood up on his head without knowing it, and he looked cute and cute.

Wu Lin stretched out his hand to suppress his stupid hair: "Go back." Seeing Wei Ping's appearance, he raised the corner of his mouth and added, "He sold you to me."

Wei Ping raised his mouth: "It's impossible, my father loves me the most. If you treat me badly in the future, I'll go back and find my father."

"Looking for your father to teach me?"

Wei Ping frowned and thought for a while: "No, my father can't beat you."

Wu Lin couldn't help laughing, stretched out his arms to hug him, but was pushed away by the young man in disgust.

"Let go! Busy work! You smell so bad!" He turned and stared at the repair circle.

Wu Lin looked down at herself.He had just come off the battlefield, and the clothes on his body were stained with blood again, and the smell was very unpleasant.

"The magic weapon you have repaired these few times has not been upgraded." He said.

Wei Ping didn't raise his head: "I know."

"You deliberately?"

"We can't really mass-produce the spirit weapons, can we? Then we will win quickly, but the Longevity Sect will be in trouble." Wei Ping said.

Wu Lin paused.

He thought it was random whether the magic weapon repaired by the young man was promoted or not, but he didn't expect it to be the result of the other party's intentional control.

The reason why the young man did this was because he was afraid that his abilities would be revealed too much and it would bring some surprises to the Longevity Sect.

He stretched out his arms to embrace Wei Ping: "Don't worry, if I say you're fine, you'll be fine."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then I'm relieved." Wei Ping said, stretched out his hand and pricked his finger, dripping a drop of blood in the formation.

"what are you doing?"

"My blood is the blood of a spiritual trainer. With it, the magic weapon can be upgraded."

The rays of light rising from the array reflected on the young man's face, making him feel a little more inexplicable than before.

Wu Lin held the boy's hand, and gently sucked at the wound on his fingertips.

A tingling sensation rose from the fingertips, and Wei Ping was numb.

Wu Lin also felt as if something was spreading along the fishy sweetness in his mouth, making him more sure that the boy in front of him was there for him.

"It's good to have you." He whispered, reaching out to hold the boy in his arms.

Wei Ping obviously didn't have a heart-to-heart with him, so he pushed him away in an ugly way: "What did my father tell you for so long?"

Wu Lin tapped her lips lightly: "You kiss me, and I'll tell you."

"Cut!" The boy rolled his eyes at him, turned around and continued working on the magic circle.

Wu Lin stayed in the tent for a while, when a disciple outside said that Zongzhu Zhao had an invitation, he went out.

The young man narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Yao, are you sure that Wu Lin has not collapsed? He is more extreme now than that night! With such a guy, how do you want me to cooperate?"

"This...can't all be blamed on him," the voice of the system sounded in his mind, "he just ate your blood."

"What do you mean?"

"Your blood, with the smell of the spirit stone, can double his affection for you."

"Is that so?" Wen Qing always felt that it was not that simple.

The system is silent.

It can't always tell the truth.The Spirit Stone is the golden finger deliberately left by the general to Wen Qing, and it contains some other fragments of emotion. As long as Wu Lin touches it, he can accept it completely, and thus fall in love with him even more.