Fisherman's Secret

The existence of ghost flower is simply a stumbling block in front of Fang Jing's Laochuan road, which makes Fang Jing very annoyed.However, because of the existence of ghost flowers, no one has discovered the secret of this seabed until now.This kind of ghost flower seems to have a kind of concealing function innately. If Cen Jiu hadn't sensed it that day and tried it with a spear gun, Fang Jing would not have been able to find it at all.

But his goal is the sunken ship under the ghost flower.

Fang Jing walked around the ghost flower several times, and tested it several times. Although the ghost flower seemed to be a little afraid of Fang Jing because of the bubbles, and couldn't hurt him, his attitude was not friendly at all. Step away, baring his teeth and claws at him.

This is how to do?

Fang Jing was really worried.

"The ghosts stay lingering, most likely because the dead people have not fulfilled their wishes. If their wishes can be fulfilled, the ghost flowers will disperse." Cen Jiu suggested.

Fang Jing's eyes lit up.

Yup!

That piece of ghost flower was produced strangely, but in the final analysis, it was the soul of an unjust death because of unfulfilled wishes in life, and was unwilling to die like this. The condensed resentment produced such a large piece of ghost flower.

What is the greatest wish of the former Chinese laborers who were forced to stay away from their hometowns and died tragically at the bottom of the sea?Isn't it just to be able to return to my hometown and see my hometown again.

Fang Jing made up his mind early on that if the boat was salvaged, he would find a way to send these skeletons back to his hometown.

The problem is, these ghost flowers don't know what he's thinking, they just think that he's just here to snatch the treasure of the sunken ship that they protect underneath!

Of course, he also wants the treasure, he is a poor man, so it is impossible for him to work for nothing.

"Tell me, how can I tell this group of... where are the flowers?" Fang Jing asked with difficulty.

Cen Jiu obviously didn't get such a great skill of communicating with dead ghosts. In the Great Qi Dynasty, only Lord Tianxing, the national teacher of Qin Tianjian, had the ability to communicate with people from another world, but this is already a few days ago. In the world a hundred years later, Lord Tianxing has no idea where he has been reincarnated, and it is obviously impossible to ask him for help.

Fang Jing pondered over this question, it was getting late, Cen Jiu went to the kitchen to heat up the food, and brought it over to greet him to eat first.

The two ate and cleaned up, and it was already dark.

There are many hidden reefs in this sea area, and the undercurrent is also fast, so Fang Jing didn't plan to go into the water at night, and the two of them washed up and got ready to sleep.

There was no signal at sea, Fang Jing only prepared a satellite phone for emergency communication, and had no other entertainment. Cen Jiu still had to practice for several hours as usual. When I got up, it was only nine o'clock.

There are still nearly ten hours before dawn.

The wind on the sea was blowing, with the sound of waves beating against the rocks.Although spring has begun, the temperature on the sea surface at night is still not high.

Fang Jing doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner, his skin is dry, and he is prone to air conditioner disease, and his teeth chatter from the cold while huddled under the quilt.

In the end, he couldn't take it any longer and called out, "Cen Jiu."

Cen Jiu didn't know where to hide to practice. Hearing his call, he pushed open the door and walked in with chills all over his body.

"Not asleep yet?" He looked at the time, almost two hours had passed since he went to bed.

"It's so cold, come to bed early." Fang Jing was shivering from the cold, touched Cen Jiu's arm, his clothes were covered with cold air, and asked, "Where did you practice?"

The whole person is almost frozen into a popsicle.

"On the deck." Cen Jiu responded, using his internal energy, and after a while the coldness dissipated from his body, and he was warm, so he took off his clothes and lifted the quilt to go to bed.

Fang Jing immediately leaned over to hug the Cen Jiupai doll heater, and finally felt a little heat in the quilt.

"Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?" Cen Jiu reached out to get the remote control.

"The air is so dry, it gets hot. And I have air-conditioning disease."

"There is a basin of water in the room, what's wrong?" Cen Jiu only grasped the point, touched Fang Jing's forehead, and asked a little nervously.

Fang Jing usually looks quite healthy, he can eat, sleep and toss, he doesn't seem to be sick, could it be some hidden disease?

"The air conditioner is sick. If the air conditioner is turned on for a long time, you will have a headache, feel uncomfortable and lose energy. If you don't turn it on, you will be fine." Fang Jing touched Cen Jiu's exposed arm, and said with jealousy, "It's good to have internal strength."

Coupled with Cen Jiu's unique murderous energy release skills, the body can be hot when it wants to be hot and cold when it wants to be cold. The proper environmental protection brand humanoid air conditioner works well and does not pollute the environment. You deserve it.

Cen Jiu frowned, and stuffed Fang Jing's paws that were groping outside into the quilt.Fang Jing lifted the hem of his pajamas, touched it with cold paws, and pressed it on Cen Jiu's undulating and powerful chest.

"That inner strength is too domineering, you can't practice it." Cen Jiu grabbed his troublesome paw, clamped Fang Jing's foot with his calf, and rubbed it for a while. A warm current flows to the limbs and bones. Wherever it passes, the body is warm and extremely comfortable.

"It's okay, I'll sleep with you in my arms, and you'll be warm in a while." Fang Jing stopped Cen Jiu from such subconscious wasteful behavior.

Although he has never practiced internal strength, he has watched countless martial arts dramas since he was a child. He has read almost all the novels of Jin Daxia, Liang Daxia, and Gu Daxia. For heating, it is a waste of money.

"It's okay." It's just a little bit of inner strength, and it will be enough to practice a little more tomorrow.

As the saying goes, full of warmth and lust.

After he was full, and his body was warmed by his boyfriend, Fang Jing also missed.

He touched Cen Jiu's thin and strong chest under his clothes, kissed Cen Jiu's resolute chin, and said, "I have a better way to warm up my body faster."

Cen Jiu looked at him silently.

Fang Jing smiled, and touched down along the hem of Cen Jiu's pajamas with his fingers. Just when he touched Cen Jiu's body, Cen Jiu, who had been standing still, suddenly tightened his fingers around his waist, and pulled him Pulling the whole person in front of him, he wrapped the quilt tightly around him, and stretched out his hand to peel off the quilt.

It seems that only when sleeping, Cen Jiu, who has always been indifferent, will be particularly enthusiastic.

Fang Jing was wrapped in a thick quilt, and knelt on Cen Jiu's body. Cen Jiu stared at him with his cold eyes.

The pajama pants had been pulled down a long time ago, Cen Jiu stroked Fang Jing's back, and pushed his waist, his movements were a little eager.

Speaking of which, they haven't slept for a long time. Fang Jing is very busy every day, and spends most of his time at sea, so it is inconvenient to sleep. This is simply unbelievable for lovers who are in the period of passionate love thing.

"Wait—" Fang Jing stretched out his hand from under the quilt with difficulty, reaching for the cabinet beside the bed.

Cen Jiu grabbed his arm, stuffed it back into the quilt again, then leaned over and opened the drawer, and took out a tube of reagents and a small box.

"It's too cold, I don't want to go out to take a shower later." Fang Jing opened the box, took out a small piece of condom, bit it open with his mouth, and tried to put it on Cen Jiu with trembling hands.

Cen Jiu was obviously a little unhappy. When he put it on, his face twisted a bit. He didn't like to have a layer of material between him and Fang Jing when he was making out.

The two were modest, healthy, devoted to each other, and rarely used condoms.They are more willing to get close to each other without reservation, and the most intimate physical contact with each other can more arouse their passion and love for each other deep in their hearts.

Fang Jing hurriedly kissed him comfortingly, Cen Jiu leaned on the head of the bed, hugged Fang Jing's waist with both hands, raised his head and kissed him, after a while Fang Jing was breathless from the kiss, as if his soul was about to be sucked in.

The angle of Cen Jiu's slightly raised face is very good, fully showing his heroic spirit, the fluorescent lamp hits his face, making his handsome features a bit chilly, indifferent and noble, but looking at Fang Jing's eyes full of Enthusiasm.

In the confusion, Fang Jing wondered why it was just a simple kiss with the person he liked, and his heart was filled with a kind of happy and beautiful feeling. The desire to be with the other party desperately and never to be separated was so strong that it seemed to be full. Breaking the heart and rushing to the sky, this is an experience that has never been experienced in the past 25 years.

The two young bodies were on the small bed less than 1.5 meters long, absorbing each other's warmth unreservedly.They kissed and caressed each other tirelessly, until their bodies blended with each other, and the joy of soul-to-heart communication magnified the pleasure of the body to the extreme.

The waves outside the boat beat the rocks, the sea breeze gusts, but the small cabin is bright and warm.

It was already two hours later when everything calmed down.

Cen Jiu found that it was more convenient to use condoms in winter, at least after the two of them made out, they didn't have to get up and clean up.Thinking about Fang Jing's temper that is afraid of the cold, it would be a bit cruel to dig him out of the warm quilt.

Still, he doesn't like using condoms.

He likes to make out with Fang Jing in the most primitive and direct way, and combine them in the most intimate way. Just imagining such a scene in his mind is enough to make his blood boil.