The Overbearing Aura is Spilling Over

Han Feixie heard that the basket was gone, and wanted to get up, but seeing him like this, he couldn't move his legs anymore. Not only did he put half of his body weight on him, but he even deliberately rubbed his lower body against him.

Zhan Zhan was so angry that he let out a moan that was unfamiliar to him, but he quickly shut up, rolled his eyes twice, leaned towards the window, and pretended to say: "I have something very important Let me tell you... don't touch it first, touch yourself if you must."

Han Feixie pinched his butt with his fingers, and then stroked all the way down, "Well, you say."

"Talent may be a bad guy." Zhan Zhan tried his best to ignore the hand that was wandering restlessly on his body, and talked about everything before and after meeting the living soul cultivator, emphasizing the disgust of talent and the hatefulness of Qi Yuanshou, " I just thought that the people who created Yaohuangzhuang would be better off."

Han Feixie wanted to tease him, but when he touched it, he felt fire. Zhan Zhan's chattering narration was like an aphrodisiac, so he couldn't help turning his side to the side, turning him over, and then pounced on him, heavily on his back.

"Damn it! I'm talking about business!" Zhan Zhan would never admit that he was also a little eager.

Han Feixie put his hand into his clothes and said absently, "I'm listening."

"Listen to me! What did I just say?"

"Talent is not a good person."

"Then you still worship him as your master!"

"I have my reasons."

"What's the reason? Resurrection medicine?"

"Yeah." Han Feixie took advantage of his concentration to ask the question, and took off his pants.

As soon as Zhan Zhan's butt got cold, he wanted to resist, but his arm was pinned down by Han Feixie. "Did you hear that? We have to get out of here quickly." Seeing that Han Feixie didn't respond, he became anxious and twisted his buttocks desperately.

Han Feixie sighed, "Don't you want to cultivate? Dual cultivation is the best way."

"The enemy is in front of us, so what can we do? It's important to escape."

"Are you sure that soul cultivators are more reliable than sword gods?"

"...at least more reliable than talent. Talent has too much influence here."

"Didn't you weaken his influence just now?"

Zhan Zhan said: "That's what I said, but talent doesn't give in so easily... Um... Don't!" The foreign object that suddenly broke into his body changed his entire tone.

Han Feixie said: "Close your eyes and concentrate on cultivation."

Really...

Pure cultivation?

Zhan Zhan closed his eyes in displeasure, feeling the fire-yang energy coming from Han Feixie.

Practice one day a week, waking up in the middle of the night.

Han Feixie slowly withdrew from Zhan Zhan's body, reached out to hold him in his arms, and gently stroked his hair.

Zhan Zhan opened his eyes and leaned his head on his shoulder, "I'm thinking whether to seek refuge with Soul Cultivator or stay here and deal with talents?"

"Is that what you think now?"

"I'm leaning toward Fucheng."

Han Feixie reached out and tugged at his ears.

"Ah." Zhan Zhan grinned in pain, "Don't make trouble, I'm serious, the gifted eyes are very uncomfortable, I always feel that he wants to kill me. There must be something wrong with him that makes me suspicious."

Han Feixie said: "It's not that he is suspicious. He really has murderous intentions towards you."

"...I can't think of anything that I'm sorry for him. I'm sorry, he probably doesn't know about the things about Yaohuangzhuang. Couldn't it be that Shui Chilian burned paper for him when he worshiped him?"

Han Feixie knew the reason in his heart, but he couldn't explain it, so he moved the topic lightly, "Stay here, at least Master Basket is here, he doesn't dare to make a move blatantly, once he leaves, he will take all kinds of things. If we are accused of such crimes, we will not be able to defend ourselves, and the situation is even more unfavorable to us."

Zhan Zhan said: "Can't we take the basket with them?"

"Are you sure that the living soul cultivator will join us to deal with the witch god?"

"Uh."

"If not, the sword god's strength will be split, and the witch god will be even more unscrupulous."

Zhan Zhan was confused.Once he said something that was originally thought to be very simple, it became very complicated, as if it was wrong to do anything. "Now what?"

Han Feixie frowned and said, "One thing is strange to me."

"Which point?"

"Talent should be the most worrying thing for the witch god to deal with the sword god." As the mind of the sword god, talent shoulders the dual responsibilities of commander and military adviser, but Han Feixie can't see the slightest worry or nervousness from him.No matter how introverted a person is, it is impossible to have no mood swings, not to mention, there is no need to hide such mood swings.Appropriate release of tension and anxiety will help unite the sword gods, increase morale, and be consistent with the outside world. The talent is impossible to imagine.

Zhan Zhan said: "Could it be that he has some secret weapon?"

Han Feixie said: "Or, it doesn't matter to him whether the Sword God or the Witch God wins or loses."

"..." Zhan Zhan felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face, "Fu Cheng said that what talent thinks must be the dirtiest and most evil thing in this world. What is the dirtiest and most evil thing in this world? Wu Shen thought To control all the sword gods, they are more filthy and evil than them, I can't think of it." He sneezed suddenly, rubbed his nose and said, "I'll wipe it. The sleeping grass in this room is really unbearable, too It smells bad."

Han Feixie stood up suddenly and grabbed a handful of grass from the roof.

Zhan Zhan was a little nervous, "The house won't be bald. I'm not worried that the basket will settle accounts with us, but I'm worried that it will rain at night... What are you looking at?"

Han Feixie passed the sleeping grass in his hand to his nostrils, "Do you feel like you've smelled this smell before?"

"Have you smelled it? It's in Tongtian Wonderland. If I've smelled such a strange smell in other places, it's impossible not to remember it."

Han Feixie said: "What if it is mixed with other herbs?"

Zhan Zhan said, "What did you think of?"

Han Feixie said: "Yaohuangzhuang."

"Yaohuangzhuang?" Zhan Zhan tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Han Feixie continued to remind, "Du Ruchun."

Zhan Zhan's pupils suddenly dilated, "Ahh! Medicine man, the pool where the medicine man is made, the smell is a bit similar."

Han Feixie said: "That's because there are many other flavors mixed in the potion, covering up the smell of sleeping grass, making it less eye-catching."

"Oh." Zhan Zhan nodded, then scratched his head, "So what?"

Han Feixie stared at the Sleeping Grass in his hand, "It would be great if I could know what the effect of this grass is." He thought he was familiar with all kinds of plants, but he had no idea about this grass.

"Hey hey..." Zhan Zhan let out a weird laugh.

Han Feixie looked sideways at him.

Zhan Zhan said: "Did you forget? I am a trial master. One of the basic skills of a junior trial master is..."

"Dialysis." Han Feixie said, "I know, but I don't know if you will."

Zhan Zhan said: "Let's try our luck. The trainer, the trainer, what you want is to become a master while practicing."

Han Feixie said: "Be careful."

"Relax, it's just a piece of grass, what can it do."

……

Facts have proved that a blade of grass can do a lot.

As soon as Zhan Zhan used the method of a trainer to infuse sword energy into the sleeping grass, he felt dizzy for a while. He almost passed out, and the sword energy tended to run around. The Qi of Fire Yang protected his dantian, so when something was wrong with him, Han Feixie felt it, and forced him to withdraw the sword Qi from the Sleeping Grass.

"Oh!" Zhan Zhan let out a big breath, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, you are here, I almost have to be scrapped again. What kind of grass is this, so evil, I just want to use dialysis to feel this grass. Confused, I am not myself anymore."

Han Feixie said: "Perhaps, this is the effect of this herb."

Zhan Zhan suddenly looked up at the roof, feeling a chill in his heart, "You mean..."

Han Feixie said: "At least it can explain why everyone in Sword God is so...simple except talent."

"I think Master is okay, oh, he's still young." The master he said was Bai Mengzhu, but Bai Mengzhu came here not long ago, and spent most of his time on the mountain with Huangfu Yun, and was not affected by the Sleeping Grass Also within reason. "Could it be that the purpose of talent is to control the sword god?"

"This is my initial thought. If Sleeping Grass can easily do this, maybe his ambition is bigger than imagined."