Raise birds when the forest grows

, just enough to hold Lin Wurong's upright breast, and suck it between his lips.

The other one that was left out was taken care of by fingers, pressing heavily on the areola and rubbing it in circles.

Feng Jian freed one hand to support Lin Wurong to help him maintain his balance.

After shooting once, Xiao Lin raised his head again, and pressed tightly against Feng Jian's lower abdomen.

Because of Lin Wurong's twisting, the mushroom head rubbed back and forth on Feng Jian's lower abdomen, forming another kind of stimulation.

The clear fluid oozing from the small eyes soon wet the pubic hair of both of them.

Lin Wurong's voice was almost hoarse, and the pain in his throat was burning, but he still couldn't help moaning.

Whenever Xiao Feng Jian stabbed the prostatic gland, the tingling sensation drove him crazy, the weaker his body was, the more he longed for more.

Hearing his breaking sound, Feng Jian immediately let go of his breasts and kissed him, sealing his moan between their lips and teeth, so that he could no longer make a sound.

With the speed of his own fall and Feng Jian's deliberate acceleration to stab upwards, Lin Wurong quickly reached his second climax.

Xiao Xiaolin trembled and spewed out semen, which almost hit Feng Jian's shoulder.

Ju Dao contracted violently, biting Xiao Feng Jian almost to death.

Finally, Feng Jian couldn't help but put Lin Wurong on his back on the bed, bent his soft and mature legs into an M shape and fully opened them, and began to sprint with all his might.

The pleasure in Lin Wurong's body hadn't subsided yet, and Judao ushered in another frenzied thrust.

The desperate little Feng Jian made his eyes turn white, his throat was choked, and he couldn't say a word at all.

When Xiao Feng Jian shot the condom half full, Lin Wurong felt that Ju Dao had been worn to death, and he didn't even notice when Feng Jian withdrew.

Feng Jian wiped off the remaining semen on the two of them, and carried him into the bathroom to clean up.

When he returned to the bed again, Lin Wurong's eyelids were clenched and he quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Lin Wurong found that he could hardly speak.

In just two nights, he "lost his body" to the point of losing his voice, which shows how crazy he became after meeting Feng Jian.

In order to get back to normal as soon as possible, Feng Jian bought a bunch of fat sea, Chuanbei powder and throat lozenges, and Lin Wurong took them all, but there was no great effect.

When I went to work with a hoarse voice on Monday, I was inevitably asked by my colleagues.

Fortunately, everyone understood that he was not good at speaking, and was easily dismissed by the reason of "acute pharyngitis".

In the days that followed, Lin Wurong's life could be said to be a sweet one, and it couldn't be better.

He comes home excitedly after get off work every day, and he no longer faces the computer screen alone after dinner.

Sometimes when the interest comes up, the two will buy vegetables and cook by themselves. Although the taste is a lot worse than that of the restaurant, Lin Wurong loves this feeling to death.

Especially when Feng Jian was busy in the kitchen with a serious expression on his face, Lin Wurong couldn't bear to look away.

In the middle of the night, the two of them will naturally do some double sports that everyone likes.

Sometimes when I get up in the morning, I will add another game.

After a month, Lin Wurong stayed at Feng Jian's house almost every night, and the 10-pack of condoms had been dismantled to the third box.

Over time, Lin Wurong felt that his body was weak, he couldn't get out of bed in the morning, sometimes his eyes were dizzy, and he had difficulty concentrating.

He speculated that it might be because of the recent excessive indulgence and the need to recuperate.

But he and Feng Jian are in the honeymoon period, and they just don't feel tired of being together long enough.

Every time I kiss and hug for a while, Xiao Xiaolin will straighten up and play with his presence. How can he be willing to suppress his lust and not go to bed?

Therefore, he never told Feng Jian about it.

Until, one night.

Feng Jian quickly spit out the contents of his mouth onto the towel, and without even remembering to wipe the corners of his mouth, he grabbed Lin Wurong's wrist and caught his pulse with three fingers.

Lin Wurong hadn't caught his breath yet, and didn't want to move, so he just looked at him dully.

After a few seconds, Feng Jian's face changed, and it was as gloomy as the dark sky before a thunderstorm in summer.

Lin Wurong faintly felt that there was a rage raging in his body, so he asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?"

It would be better if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Feng Jian's expression became even uglier, and the word "Chuan" appeared between his brows.

"You're so weak, why didn't you tell me?"

Lin Wurong instantly realized that Feng Jian was actually checking his own pulse just now.

"I……"

Lin Wurong felt that his thoughts were too embarrassing, so he hung his head and said nothing, and the enthusiasm in his body quickly cooled down.

This expression of regret and timidity poked Feng Jian's heart the most.

Feng Jian couldn't bear to say anything serious, hugged his naked body, and sighed, "No matter what, it's wrong for you not to cherish yourself. If you really want to get sick, you'll have to suffer. That's all for tonight. I can’t do it for ten days, let’s talk about it after I recover my body. Okay?”

"Hmm." Lin Wurong sniffed, feeling that Feng Jian's words made sense, "Can we sleep together that night? I don't want to go back downstairs."

"You can sleep anywhere, as long as you can take care of your body."

19 Unexpected Disaster

Feng Jian really did what he said.

In the days that followed, the most intimate behavior was only kissing, which was still superficial, allowing Lin Wurong to live a life of abstinence for ten days.

At first, Lin Wurong was really tired, and at night he just slept peacefully with Feng Jian in his arms.

But after three days of being vegetarian, he forgot the discomfort of the previous few days, and his hands were always touching Feng Jian's body.

However, Feng Jian still acted like a normal person, taking the time to watch him "molest" himself.

At first, Lin Wurong secretly jumped for joy, thinking that Feng Jian couldn't help being touched by him, so it was naturally a thunderbolt.

Unexpectedly, after three or five strokes, he touched himself half hard, and Xiao Feng Jian didn't move at all.

If he hadn't tasted the power of Xiao Feng Jian a few days ago, Lin Wurong would definitely think that Feng Jian would not do it.

Today is Friday, so it can be regarded as the agreed ten-day period.

Before going out in the morning, Feng Jian took his pulse again.

Although the other party didn't say anything, Lin Wurong was secretly relieved, obviously his body was fine.

After lunch, Lin Wurong looked at the time almost every half an hour, and was thinking about getting off work.

Seeing that there was still an hour to go, the director of the department excitedly brought a "bad news".

Customs conducted random checks on a batch of imported high-grade olive oil yesterday, but found some problems with some of the products, and it is necessary to conduct a comprehensive inspection of this batch of valuable goods.

Lin Wurong's unit has just obtained the brand of Grain and Oil Product Quality Inspection Center issued by the State Grain Administration this year. It is a qualified third-party certification organization and has also entered the directory of government departments to purchase outsourcing services.

The customs found the head of Lin Wurong's unit, and hoped that they could undertake part of the inspection work and give the results as soon as possible.

The olive oil in question is currently being loaded at the terminal, and the other party predicts that it will take at least two and a half hours to be delivered to the unit, which means that some people have to delay getting off work to wait for the delivery.

After much deliberation, the director of the department chose Lin Wurong, a young backbone who had neither family burdens nor a relationship and needed a date, to accompany him to wait for the truck.

After hearing the news, colleagues in the laboratory gave Lin Wurong sympathy, and at the same time worried about the next testing task.

It is the first time to cooperate with the customs. This kind of customer leader is unwilling to offend even if he loses money. It is foreseeable that the work pressure will be quite high this time.

Colleagues left one after another, leaving only two offices with lights on on the entire floor.

Lin Wurong made sure that no one was around, took out his mobile phone and dialed Feng Jian's number.

"Working overtime?" Feng Jian said on the other end of the phone, "What time can I go home?"

"Inventory and storage, it will be finished at least nine o'clock. Sorry, you said that you are making soup this morning, but I definitely can't eat with you today."

Feng Jian smiled lightly, and turned off the fire under the casserole, "No need to apologize, save the soup for tomorrow, remember to eat dinner on time. I'll pick you up at nine o'clock."

"No, I'll go back by myself."

"I'll pick you up. It's too far away, the bus intervals are long, and there are few taxis at night. I can go shopping in the supermarket first, and then go to your unit."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Wurong smiled and ate a box lunch with the leader for dinner.

The truck arrived an hour earlier than expected, and Lin Wurong transported the oil products that needed to be inspected to the storage room on the ground floor.

Guessing that Feng Jian might be shopping, he didn't make a phone call, and went back to the office on the fourth floor to kill time by browsing the web.

I don't know if he was too impatient, but I always felt that time passed very slowly tonight.

There were still 15 minutes until 9 o'clock, but he couldn't sit still, so he turned off the computer and planned to wait at the intersection.

After the director left, apart from him, there was only one security guard in the duty room at the gate.

After the off-duty time period, the elevator was shut down due to energy saving.

Lin Wurong had to go down the stairs at the end of the corridor.

The dark four-storey building was empty, only some moonlight shone through the glass windows, making it look a bit intrusive.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor on the second floor.

After walking a few steps, there was no movement in an instant.

Lin Wurong was sure that he was not hallucinating, so he turned on the flashlight function on his phone and walked to the other end of the corridor step by step.

When he walked through a certain office, he suddenly found that the door of the office was opened a crack.

Just when he was guessing whether a colleague had forgotten to lock the door, he was hit hard on the back of the head, his eyes went dark for an instant, and he lost consciousness again.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the ground.

A dull pain came from the back of his head, and there seemed to be a thin red line on the ground not far away, which was surprisingly bright.

While rubbing the back of his head, Lin Wurong stood up and took a closer look.

Before they could get close enough, a heat wave with pungent gas rushed over from the red line.

When Lin Wurong saw his surroundings clearly, he broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that he was locked in a storage room, and the red line turned out to be the firelight coming through the crack in the door.

Lin Wurong subconsciously wanted to open the door and go out, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, it was immediately burned by the scorching heat.

He yelled and withdrew like a spring, but his palms were still burning red.

At this moment, Lin Wurong was completely taken aback.

You don't need to see him with your own eyes to guess that there must be a fire outside the door.

One-third of the rooms in this building are laboratories, which store a large number of flammable materials. Once a fire occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking that he might be burned to death here, Lin Wurong panicked.

He touched his body, but he couldn't find the phone. The haze of despair suddenly overwhelmed his reason, and his hands and feet were so numb that he lost all strength.

The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. Lin Wurong knew that if he waited any longer, he would be a dead end, so he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and try to escape.

Just when he was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, the locked door was suddenly kicked open.

Huge heat poured in like a tide, and the dazzling fire flashed so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

With blurred vision, Lin Wurong saw Feng Jian standing at the door, licking Feng Jian's body with raging fire, but he was covered by an orange halo from head to toe.

Lin Wurong felt that he must be dazzled.

At this moment, he actually felt that Feng Jian came by stepping on the fire and was a part of this consuming fire.

20 Burn the fire of truth

Feng Jian rushed into the room almost at the same time as Heat Wave, and hugged the dazed Lin Wurong tightly, with such strength that he was about to suffocate.

As if he could not feel the pressure on his body, Lin Wurong fixed his eyes on the door of the room.

Those vicious flames only reached the door frame, and it was difficult to take a step further, as if there was an invisible wall blocking them out of the door.

The flame roared and screamed, and continuously launched impacts towards the room, but it just couldn't burn an inch into the room.

What made Lin Wurong the most unbelievable was the appearance of Feng Jian rushing in just now.

There were flames burning all over him, but none of the sparks could really hurt him.

Not to mention the body, even the clothes are intact.

And after he was hugged, Lin Wurong obviously noticed that the temperature of the scorching air had also dropped, turning into a warm and harmless feeling.

After Feng Jian hugged him, he kept murmuring in his ear, "It's fine, it's fine...", the voice sounded clear and real, but what he saw was a dreamlike scene.

He was sure that he was not dreaming, let alone hallucinating because of being knocked on the head.

For some reason, a strange idea came out of Lin Wurong's heart.

I encountered a supernatural phenomenon, or it should be said that I met a person who could cause a supernatural phenomenon.

Feng Jian let go of his arms, looked at him from head to toe, and frowned immediately when he was about to speak.

"A Rong, I know you must have a lot of things you can't understand right now, but I really don't have time to explain to you. The firefighters have already arrived, and they should find you soon. In your society, fire is a serious problem. I can't be involved in the problem, and you'd better stay out of it as much as possible. I will make you dizzy, and when someone asks you about your past, remember to hide the fact that you and I met, okay? "

"I……"

Too many accidents happened tonight, Lin Wurong's brain was in a state of shutdown, and the pain from the back of his head also made it difficult for him to concentrate on thinking.

Relying on the trust and emotion accumulated during this period, he nodded subconsciously.

Seeing that he agreed, Feng Jian's nervous expression finally relaxed a little.

He hugged Lin Wurong tightly again, and promised in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, with me here, these fires won't hurt you. I will always guard you until you get out of trouble, trust me..."

Hearing the tone he was used to, Lin Wurong really relaxed quickly.

Just as he was about to fall into darkness again, he seemed to hear shouts in the aisle.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in the hospital ward.

The department director and two colleagues surrounded the bed, but Feng Jian was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was about to speak, the policeman who was waiting outside the ward came in and asked if he could make a statement.

Lin Wurong kept Feng Jian's instructions in mind, but said that he was knocked out suddenly when he found something strange, and then woke up in the hospital.

The police asked him a few more questions, asked him to sign and left in a hurry.

After his colleagues talked about it, Lin Wurong finally figured out the whole thing.

Tonight, two blind thieves sneaked into their unit to steal.

Unfortunately, they were first discovered by Lin Wurong, who came back late, and then smashed by the security guards who were watching the night.

The two thieves were relatively "kind" when they met Lin Wurong, but they just knocked him unconscious and locked him in the storage room.

When they met the security guards again, they scuffled each other, inadvertently made their strength stronger, and accidentally beat the security guard to death.

In order to dispose of the corpse, the two set a fire in the building, burning most of the entire office area.

Colleagues sighed while narrating, Lin Wurong's luck is really good.

Being attacked by the thief just had a bump on the back of his head, and the raging fire didn't add any other injuries to him.

The security guard was even more pitiful. Not only did he die, but his body was burnt beyond recognition.

The only consolation is that the police caught the murderer with surveillance video an hour after the incident, and also found Lin Wurong's mobile phone.

After Lin Wurong heard the whole story, Yi Xin was no longer in the hospital.

Coincidentally, when the director saw that he woke up safely, he rushed back to the unit to deal with the aftermath, and the other two colleagues also left one after another.

Lin Wurong got out of bed and shook his arms, only to find that only the back of his head felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking of Feng Jian's guarantee before he fell into a coma, Lin Wurong's desire to see him became even more urgent.

He walked to the nurse's desk and asked if he could be discharged early, which was stopped by all the nurses on duty.

joke!

It's three o'clock in the morning, and the doctor said that he must stay for 24 hours to observe whether he has a concussion. Which nurse dares to let him out casually?

Lin Wurong saw that the other party didn't let go of his mouth, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

He roughly explained what happened to him, and hoped that someone would kindly let him borrow his mobile phone and log in to WeChat to contact other people.

The nurses knew that he was a victim sent in by the police, and accepted his reason that he couldn't recite the other party's mobile phone number, and lent him a mobile phone.

Lin Wurong thanked him a lot, and at the same time logged into his WeChat and sent a message to Feng Jian.

--Where are you?

Just 5 seconds after sending this sentence, Feng Jian replied the message.

— Opposite the hospital.There are too many people, and it is inconvenient to go up.

Lin Wurong was stunned when he saw the news.

He didn't expect Feng Jian to be waiting nearby.

—Everyone is gone.The nurse won't let me out, can you come up?

--2 minutes.

Lin Wurong let out a long sigh, quit WeChat and returned the phone to the kind nurse.

When he returned to the ward, Feng Jian was already standing at the door.

This is a double ward, Lin Wurong is the only one staying tonight.

Someone who didn't know closed the door, turning the ward into a temporary private space.

I don't know who, took the initiative to hug each other, making the four lips tightly entangled together, and vented the emotions at the moment in the most direct way.

21 man or bird or birdman

Feng Jian let go of Lin Wurong, who was breathing unsteadily, let him lie back on the bed, and then pulled a stool to sit beside the bed.

Seeing his solemn expression, Lin Wurong knew that the other party must take the initiative to explain what happened tonight, so he couldn't help becoming nervous.

However, he did not expect that Feng Jian's words would be earth-shattering when he opened his mouth.

"I'm not human."

For a moment, Lin Wurong felt his brain buzzing, and Feng Jian's facial features seemed to be blurred when he was so close.

He opened his mouth halfway, his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, staring at Feng Jian's face, trying to make the blurred vision clear again.

It took a long time for Lin Wurong to squeeze out a word from his dry throat.

"It's not human...that's, what?"

After Feng Jian said that sentence, he waited patiently for him to accept it. Hearing this sentence, he felt a little less uneasy.

"Please don't be afraid, I really have no ill intentions towards you. Before answering your question, I want to know, have you ever heard of ancient mythical beasts?"

Lin Wurong followed his words and thought for a while, "Do you mean Phoenix, Pixiu, and Taotie?"

"Well. My real body is somewhat similar to the ones you mentioned. I am Zhibi Fang."

Bi Fang?

Lin Wurong felt that this name was very strange, and he seemed to have heard it before, but it was limited to knowing the name.

Seeing his confused expression, Feng Jian clicked on the browser on his mobile phone and searched for the explanation of Bi Fang on the Internet to show him.

It took Lin Wurong half an hour to read the explanations word by word, and then he raised his head and asked uncertainly, "So, you are a firebird?"

Hearing the word "fire bird", Feng Jian wanted to laugh for some reason, and at the same time he was glad that Lin Wurong didn't conclude that he was a turkey.

He lowered his head slightly, and after controlling the expression on his face, he gave a soft "um" in agreement.

Hearing his confession, Lin Wurong still found it inconceivable.

This is not filming a fantasy TV series. How can a good living person become a bird?

"I still find it hard to believe," he said.

Feng Jian nodded in understanding.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not be able to accept the truth in a short time.

"How do you want me to prove this?" Feng Jian asked.

Lin Wurong frowned again, this time it was deeper, obviously at this moment his heart was surging violently.

After a while, Lin Wurong said with hesitation, "Can I see your real body?"

"Now?" Feng Jian asked.

Lin Wurong nodded with an expectant expression on his face.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Jian looked around, found a stool against the doorknob, turned around and drew the curtains tightly, and then returned to the bed and began to undress.

When he was preparing, Lin Wurong's thinking ability had been muddied by "he is not human".

But when he saw the other party showing his strong chest, Lin Wurong instinctively regained some clarity.

He immediately said, "Wait, you... what are you going to do?"

Feng Jian smiled softly, and said: "The real body is taller than the current one, and the direct change will tear the clothes. So you have to take them off first so that you don't have to wear them later."

Hearing this, Lin Wurong felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

He swallowed, and watched Feng Jian take off all his clothes in silence.

Under the sunlight, Feng Jian's skin became more and more white and tender, and his muscles were not exaggerated, but he felt firm and powerful.

They slept together in the same bed for almost two months. In fact, Lin Wurong had never looked at Feng Jian's naked body as carefully as today.

Staring at this fit body, Lin Wurong felt a fever in his ears, and really wanted to go up to relive the strength and elasticity under his skin.

But his reason told him what was the most important thing now, so he swallowed again and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Close your eyes."

Feng Jian's gentle and firm voice came from beside his ear.

"why?"

Lin Wurong felt a little guilty. Could it be that the other party saw his lust at the moment?

"The change is accompanied by strong light, which is harmful to the human retina."

Lin Wurong closed his eyes tightly as he said, but even so, he still felt that there was a bright light in front of him at a certain moment.

Those bright lights seem to be able to drive away the darkness in the entire world.

After waiting for a while, the room was quiet.

Lin Wurong couldn't help being curious, and opened his eyes cautiously.

The range of vision gradually expanded from the thickness of the hair, until he could see everything in front of him clearly, and he was stunned.

A huge bird almost touching the roof stood in front of the bed.

The long cyan beak is thin and sharp, like a green blade out of its sheath, just looking at it makes people feel very lethal.

Starting from the base of the bird's beak, countless tiny bright red feathers formed a ray of light, extending all the way to the tail.

All the feathers on the bird are as white as snow, which makes the red line stand out even more.

When the big bird moved slightly, the feathers immediately shook, like a ruby ​​illuminated by strong light, exuding a coquettish charm.

As if bewitched, Lin Wurong stretched out his hand in a daze, wanting to touch the "red light".

The big bird crawled down and turned its head, putting the top center on his fingertips.

Sure enough, just as Lin Wurong imagined, the red light was warm and warm. It felt like a warm handbag in winter, which was very comfortable.

Lin Wurong smiled involuntarily, and suddenly found that Big Bird's eyes were very close to him.

From the black eyes the size of two ping-pong balls, Lin Wurong saw his own figure, and his familiar and unforgettable eyes - gentle, quiet, and as deep as the sea, just like Feng Jian's eyes when he often stared at himself.

"Do you believe it?"

Big Bird suddenly opened his mouth, startling Lin Wurong.

But after careful recollection, I found that it was still Feng Jian's voice, only a little deeper.

Lin Wurong nodded involuntarily, most of his mind was still immersed in the eyes of the other party, unable to extricate himself.

22 Feng Jian's Purpose

Lin Wurong closed his eyes for the second time.

After the bright light passed, he soon heard the sound of getting dressed.

When he opened his eyes again, Feng Jian had already put on his trousers and was buttoning his shirt.

"you……"

Lin Wurong only had time to say a word when someone pushed the door.

The chair against the doorknob wobbled, but did not move.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful female voice came from outside the door: "Hey, what's going on with this door?"

Feng Jian's face changed slightly, and he quickly walked to the door and quietly moved the chair away.

Coincidentally, the person outside the door pushed again, and the opened door almost hit Feng Jian's nose.

The girl outside the door did not expect that there was someone standing behind the door, so she called softly and asked, "What... are you doing?"

Feng Jian hid the chair behind the door and said with a slight smile, "I heard the sound of the door being pushed, so I came to open it. The door seems to be a little crooked, and it took a lot of effort to push it."

"Really?" After hearing what he said, the nurse shook the door back and forth with her hand, but she didn't notice anything unusual, and then walked to the bedside with a puzzled expression.

"Take your temperature."

She took out the electronic thermometer, put it in Lin Wurong's ear to take the value, and asked at the same time, "Do you have dizziness, vomiting, or other uncomfortable feelings?"

"Nothing. I feel fine. Can I be discharged when the doctor comes back to work?"

"36.9 degrees. I don't know about it. Ask yourself when the doctor makes the rounds at eight o'clock."

When the nurse finished the examination and left the room, Lin Wurong still couldn't get out of the fantasy, mystery and confusion.

Looking at Feng Jian who was sitting back on the bed, he would feel familiar and strange, but he didn't have the slightest thought of fear.

He didn't know where his self-confidence came from. In his subconscious, Feng Jian was a friendly alien, at least he would not hurt himself.

"What did you want to ask just now?" Feng Jian asked.

Lin Wurong opened his eyes vigorously, trying to sort out his messy thoughts, "I don't know if it's because I read too many online novels before, and I don't think it's difficult to accept your real body. I want to know, what do you... How old?"

Feng Jian did not expect that Lin Wurong's ability to accept was so strong.

Before, he was always worried that Lin Wurong would alienate him because of fear, so he specially prepared a full amount of rhetoric, but now it is useless.

Humans are amazing animals!

He bowed his head and thought for a while and said, "The year I was born, Zhu Chongba proclaimed himself emperor in Yingtian Mansion, and his country was named Ming Dynasty. According to your customs, I should be more than 900 years old."

Lin Wurong opened his mouth half-opened again, looked at the "old antique" who had experienced two feudal dynasties before him, and said, "You told me you were 30 years old, is that nonsense?"

"It's not nonsense. If there were no natural disasters or... man-made disasters, Bi Fang's life expectancy would basically exceed 100 years. Assuming that the average human life expectancy is 30 years old, I am only about [-] years old now."

Hearing his analogy, Lin Wurong couldn't help laughing.

No wonder Feng Jian said that he was getting old that day!

While thinking wildly, Lin Wurong suddenly realized something.

He cleared his cough, and asked a little embarrassedly: "That time you admitted that you had many lovers, but never stepped on two boats, is it because your lovers are all human beings, and they are... not alive anymore gone?"

Lin Wurong felt that his question was a bit hypocritical, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Jian's face.

Although Feng Jian promised to accompany him to die slowly that time, he would still have annoying trances in the dead of night.

I was afraid that one day Feng Jian would feel bored and would take the initiative to break up.

After all, youth is fleeting, time is easy to grow old, and the time that can be used to pursue happiness in one's life is not too long!

Now that he knows that Feng Jian is not human and can live for so long, he feels much more at ease.

3000 years, it shouldn't be too much to allocate to yourself for decades, right?

Lin Wurong thought that Feng Jian would be able to answer this question easily, but he didn't expect to hear the other party's answer after waiting for a long time.

Turning his gaze, Feng Jian's face was more solemn than when he first spoke, and there was a strong hesitation in his eyes.

His hands were tightly clenched, and the slightly raised veins on the back of his hands indicated that he was exerting force.

Is this more difficult to say than admitting that you are Bi Fang?

Realizing that Feng Jian avoided his sight instead, Lin Wurong suddenly had a bad premonition.

Perhaps acknowledging who you really are isn't the big deal in this conversation.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Lin Wurong's heart was pounding, and finally Feng Jian's reply came.

"A Rong, there is something I want to tell you. Although I can't completely convince myself that it is the right decision to tell you everything, and I have never done it before, I think you should know, and you have the right to know. "

After Feng Jian finished speaking, he became quiet, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, or he seemed to be hesitating for the last time.

Lin Wurong felt that he watched a trailer of a suspenseful story, and was firmly attracted by all kinds of details. He was eager to know the ending of the story, and could only wait for the opening of the feature film.

"Although we, Bi Fang, are similar to birds in appearance, we are also hatched from eggs, but there is no distinction between male and female. All eggs are conceived and formed in the crypt where the aura of heaven and earth gathers, and then absorb the essence of the crypt for hundreds of years To be born out of the shell, simply put, it is naturally raised. However, as humans multiply, the demand for natural resources is gradually increasing, and the spiritual energy is becoming scarcer. Coupled with frequent natural disasters and wars, many crypts are polluted by corpses, and finally As a result, the new Bifang eggs became extinct, and the existing eggs could not hatch. By chance, a certain generation of Bifang ancestors discovered that male semen can extract thin aura, which can help Bifang eggs hatch, so they had to resort to Humans. However, the result of the communication was far from ideal. Seeing that Bi Fang was about to exterminate his family, the ancestor thought of a way to hide the truth by incarnating in a human form, stealing the aura in the semen after approaching humans, at least destroying all the existing eggs. Hatching. This method has been passed down from generation to generation and is still in use today. You bought a colorful conch before, but it was actually a counterfeit that I tampered with, and there was a Bifang egg hidden in it. And I am the ancestor of this generation of Bifang. "

23 your choice

Feng Jian knew that Lin Wurong was far from being stupid, on the contrary, he was terribly sensitive in some aspects.

So when it comes to this, he will not continue.

Although some things were true, he was unwilling to say them himself.

He felt that if he didn't point it out directly, the harm would not be so deep.

Maybe it was just a self-deceiving idea, maybe it just showed that he was a coward who dared to do what he didn't dare to do, but even so, he was willing to give it a try.

Sure enough, Lin Wurong's face turned blue and then pale, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, obviously he understood what he had not said.

"You approached me and showed me kindness just to...hatch Bifang's egg?"

Lin Wurong's voice sounded a little choked, it seemed that he was unwilling to accept this matter from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Jian lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out more conspicuously.

In Lin Wurong's view, his silence is another way of answering.

He took a few quick breaths, and all the sweet and warm pictures flashed in his mind.

How touching these moments were at the beginning, how cold and bone-chilling they can make him feel at this moment.

Lin Wurong felt that he had never been so disappointed, and the feeling at this moment even surpassed the helplessness he felt when he was caught in the fire.

He treasured the relationship between the two of them as Ye Ming's little pearl, but he didn't expect that he was only holding a fish's eye.

All the good times collapsed and turned into ruins.

Lin Wurong seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaning against the head of the bed slumped, his eyes gradually dimmed.

"But why, it's me? There are still so many men, why do you want to provoke me? With your conditions, there must be a lot of people willing to contribute to you, why come... to provoke me?

"Because your horoscope is the most suitable." After a period of silence, Feng Jian finally opened his mouth, "Each Bi Fang egg needs to be hatched by someone whose horoscope matches, otherwise it will not only fail, but also lead to death. "

Following Feng Jian's words, Lin Wurong suddenly remembered that on Want Want, the seller's customer service once asked for his birthday.

It turned out that from that moment on, I had already fallen into a trap.

Really, good calculation!

The last trace of illusion was also shattered with Feng Jian's words.

Lin Wurong suddenly felt that he was a complete fool.

I have never encountered any good things since I was a child, so how can I be lucky enough to meet a perfect love?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was ridiculous, and he couldn't help laughing.

Hearing his smile, Feng Jian couldn't help but look up.

The laughter was very soft, as if he only wanted to hear it for himself.

The inexplicable frivolity pierced Feng Jian's body like the sharpest knife, bringing out unbearable pain and deep wrinkles between his brows.

In a daze, Feng Jian found that he seemed to have returned to the valley full of magic circles 700 years ago, and he was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes.

Lin Wurong laughed to himself for a while, then took a deep breath, and asked again: "Is it possible that the egg has hatched successfully, and you want to get away, so you deliberately told me the truth, lest I stalk and entangle you?" Unclear?"

"That's not the case. It will take some time for the egg to hatch. I... said it before, I just want to tell you the truth."

"And then? Do you want me to pretend to be deaf and dumb and stay with you, or do you want us to never see each other again?"

Feng Jian was dumbfounded by this question