Before the general changed his career to become a magic stick

Three days passed by in a flash, Guan Feiyue was a little excited and a little inexplicably nervous, as if he was about to go to the battlefield, his spirit was a little high, and he felt that the remaining time was getting longer and longer, but he couldn't see it now, so he couldn't judge the time specifically , and finally couldn't help but asked Shen Buren:

"When is it?"

At this time, both of them had already had their dinner, and the ion time was getting closer and closer. Guan Feiyue could hear the activity of people outside gradually becoming less and less, and knew that most of them had already fallen asleep.

"Come on, there's still half an hour left."

Shen Buren's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence, his low voice carried his usual coldness, but his tone was soft.

Guan Feiyue nodded, and asked again: "Is there anything I need to do?"

"No, you don't have to worry, just wait." Shen Buren put his hand on the back of Guan Feiyue's hand and patted it lightly.

Guan Feiyue nodded, fell silent, and let the other hand rest on the back of her hand with a vague grip.

After a while like this, Shen Buren suddenly withdrew his hand, stood up, and said in a cold voice:

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon, just wait for me here."

Before Guan Feiyue could answer, she just felt a breeze blowing around her, and Shen Buren was no longer in the house.

The time moved forward a little bit, and it was said that Zhou Lang wore Suyin's cat fur all the time as Shen Buren said, and he really felt better. Although he could still see the undead, at least he was not so cold that he had to wear it. Dressed like a cotton ball.

After the past few days, Zhou Lang had already trusted Shen Buren for the most part, so he waited until three days later at night, also estimated the time, drank half a jar of wine to strengthen his courage, gritted his teeth and went out, running all the way to the nearest river.

As soon as he went out, the undead followed him, but they didn't dare to get too close as if they had some scruples. They just followed him at a distance, making creepy noises.

Seeing this, Zhou Lang gradually gained confidence in his heart. He ran to the river in one breath, looked at the dark river, and then looked back at the undead who followed them persistently. His chest heaved violently, and finally he jumped down resolutely.

The river was not deep near the shore, Zhou Lang stood, the river just reached his waist, but the river was very cold at night, Zhou Lang shivered from the cold when he first entered.

After standing in the river for a while, he didn't find any sign of the undead surrounding him dispersing. While trembling, Zhou Lang gradually began to suspect that he had been cheated. It was impossible for him to jump into the water so stupidly in the middle of the night. Are you kidding yourself? !

Zhou Lang couldn't stop his anger, and was about to get up from the river, when his eyes blurred, he saw a handsome man in Tsing Yi appearing in front of him.

"It's you?!" Zhou Lang was very surprised, because the person who came was the fortune teller Dashan Layman.

The man was still the same as he had seen before, his expression was indifferent and alienated, and when he looked down at Zhou Lang from a high position, he was a little arrogant; but in this dark night, there was a faint blue brilliance around the man, which made him look a little holy feeling.

Zhou Lang lowered his head unconsciously for a moment.

This person obviously looks exactly the same as in the daytime, but they have completely different feelings, as if the aura is deliberately hidden in the daytime.

Then Zhou Lang felt an irresistible force pressing on his neck, pushing him into the water!

Zhou Lang struggled, but he only had time to glance at the shore. The man in green clothes held his hands behind his back, but he didn't see any movement, only looked at him with a pair of cold eyes.

The next moment, the cold and dark river completely submerged him.

There are indeed soul fragments belonging to Guan Feiyue on Zhou Lang, but Zhou Lang is a living person, and his soul cannot be easily separated from his attachment to anger. Therefore, in order to remove Guan Feiyue's soul from the living soul, Zhou Lang must be put into a state of near-death or death. In this way, Zhou Lang has no vitality in his body, and Guan Feiyue's soul fragments will naturally detach if they cannot be attached. At this time, the soul fragments can be recovered.

But the boundary between dying and dying is actually very fragile. Zhou Lang may lose his life if he accidentally uses too much force.

This is a very dangerous matter, perhaps Shen Buren should seek the consent of the person involved in advance.

But he didn't.

What's more, it doesn't make any sense for Shen Buren that Zhou Lang agrees with him.

All he wanted was for his little general to be happy, and it didn't matter if he used some dishonorable means for that.

Soon Zhou Lang in the water stopped moving, and an extremely weak spot of light slowly emerged from Zhou Lang's body, and was put into his sleeve by Shen Brunen with a light wave of his hand. Zhou Lang was moved from the water to the shore with a splash.

Shen Buren glanced at it, Zhou Lang was lucky, he took a breath, injected a spiritual energy into his body, and then disappeared on the spot.

At dawn, the moment Zhou Lang opened his eyes, he would forget everything that happened at night, and he would return to his previous life as he wished.

As promised, Shen Buren came back after not leaving for a long time.

The moment Guan Feiyue sensed Shen Buren's return, she stood up abruptly, with no change visible on her face, but her fists were clenched tightly.

"Where have you been?"

Guan Feiyue's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's done."

Shen Buren's answer was only two words, but Guan Feiyue already understood it.

It was supposed to be an extremely exciting moment, but unexpectedly, Guan Feiyue felt that he had calmed down instead, as if he had actually believed in this person from the beginning, and believed in the inevitable result.

"Then now..."

"Close your eyes."

Shen Buren approached, and was almost close to face to face with Guan Feiyue, but there was a short distance between them. At the moment when their breaths were intertwined, Guan Feiyue's heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and then he obeyed. I closed my eyes.

Covering her eyes with one hand, with a comforting coolness, Guan Feiyue's breathing gradually calmed down, feeling the slightly itchy feeling of her fingertips gliding across her eyelids very slowly.

The itching seemed to swim away, spread throughout his limbs, and then gradually converged to the sensitive parts of his lower back. Guan Feiyue took a breath as if he couldn't bear it, and leaned back. .

Shen Buren quickly put his arms around the little general, stared at Guan Feiyue's eyelashes that were covered by his closed eyes, and slowly approached Guan Feiyue's face, and at the moment when the tip of his nose was about to touch, he suddenly turned slightly Looking sideways, his lips seemed to brush across Guan Feiyue's cheek.

Shen Buren lowered his eyes slightly, parted his thin lips slightly, and grabbed half of Guan Feiyue's earlobe.

Guan Feiyue hummed uncontrollably from deep in her throat, and put her hand on Shen Buren's shoulder weakly, as if trying to push him away, but in the end it turned into a gesture of refusal and welcome.

"When you wake up tomorrow, you will be able to see." Shen Buren whispered close to Guan Feiyue's ear, his lips opening and closing to make Guan Feiyue's ear itch. You... How about it, can I ask you for a reward? Huh? My general..."

Guan Feiyue turned her head to avoid the itchy lips, but was firmly pressed by a hand on the back of her head to fix it. The next moment, the warm and soft lips that belonged to others pressed against her fiercely. of.

"Hmm! Mmm..."

Guan Feiyue opened her mouth subconsciously, but was taken advantage of by the other party. She slyly inserted a wet tongue, first brushed his palate pretendingly and gently, and then attacked the city wantonly, even rolled up his dodging body. Tongue, to lead him into crazy desires, forcing him to keep sinking.

Before Guan Feiyue was almost out of breath, the initiator ended the entanglement of lips and tongues, and just kept kissing the corners of his mouth and cheeks with quite nostalgia.

Guan Feiyue was gasping for breath, there were traces of water on the corners of her mouth and eyes, and they were faintly red.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

He heard someone chuckle next to his ear, and then his mind was like a feather brushing, and he couldn't help but fell into a deep sleep.