I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

The light of the morning sun passed through the lush branches and leaves, and fell on Fuyao's face.The eyelids trembled, the long and dense eyelashes were like the vibrating wings of a butterfly, and then, a slit was opened slightly.

When you look up, you can see the tall tree trunks piercing the sky, and the blue sky can be vaguely discerned among the intertwined branches.Lying on the light and soft bed made of clouds, Fu Yao was stunned for a while, and found that there was nothing in his arms.

Without the familiar body temperature, he couldn't help holding up half of his body and looking around. In the quiet forest, there were only birds and beasts singing.Not far away, the lake where Fang Qinghong was baptized last night sparkled with sparkling light.

He is the only one left here.

Fuyao immediately put on his clothes and jumped off the suspended cloud bed, his thoughts quickly enveloped the entire secret realm, but he still found nothing.

Where did Fang Qinghong go?

They had just spent a day and a night together, and the clouds and rain had just stopped, and those lingering memories were still vivid in my mind.The man writhed inside, and the hands hidden in the wide sleeves of the toga were clenched tightly.

But where did he not do well?

Why did you leave without saying a word?

Even if he was sentenced to death, at least tell him what was wrong.

In anxiety, Fuyao waved his hand, and the strength of the sleeve robe directly tore a big hole in the secret realm.He rushed out of the secret realm the same way he came, only to see a half-circle of people sitting around the entrance of the enchantment.

And the client who had been practicing with him for a whole night, was well-dressed, energetic, and energetic, chatting and laughing with others.

Fuyao: ...

Fang Qinghong found him, and let out a big smile: "You're awake, I've finished two rounds of sparring with Jiao Wang."

The Black Flood Dragon King murmured: "This brat, he doesn't even know how to use his honorific title once his cultivation level rises."

"By the way, you two haven't formally greeted each other yet, so you just got to know each other." Fang Qinghong enthusiastically waved to Fuyao: "Come here, come here."

Fuyao's face was expressionless, and the mouth of the pestle was motionless.

"Oh, he's probably shy." Fang Qinghong thought he had found the crux, so he continued to say to the Black Jiao King very smoothly: "He is my Taoist companion, Fuyao."

The Black Flood Dragon King's face was struck by lightning, "You told me that you were friends before."

Bai Ze: "Hehe."

Fang Qinghong: "Oh, it's been a year and a month. There must be some changes."

Black Flood Dragon King: So it's only been ten years, right? !

Fuyao moved his gaze, and found that Bai Ze, who was originally a big one, had shrunk into a small beast half the height of a person, holding a medicine can with two small hooves, grinding some medicinal materials with a pestle.

It was sitting with Jiang Jinghong and Chunyuyan, Chunyuyan was still holding a handful of jelly in her hand, staring at the medicine jar with all her attention, Bai Ze told him: "Put it up."

He added herbs to it.

Fang Qinghong explained: "When I woke up, I suddenly thought that now there are flat peaches for medicine, and Bai Ze is also here, so I can make the previous fairy recipe, so I called them again."

When he said this, his eyebrows were beaming: "We have pieced together the treasures from Brother Jiang, and asked the Black Flood Dragon King to make up some missing medicinal materials. We really made it together!"

The Black Flood King's attention was still on Fuyao, when he saw the disheveled image of the other party, he felt like a thunderbolt.

Fuyao ran out in a hurry, his clothes were still open, revealing half of his white and flawless chest with tight muscles.Looking at the looming red traces, the whole dragon is about to split open.

He would rather not understand how it was left behind, but the cruel reality is: he can only pretend to avoid his sight as if nothing had happened, and then use an expression of indigestion to send a voice transmission to the other party.

"You, you—"

Getting together so quickly? !

Fenghuang just woke up!

Fang Qinghong was puzzled, turned around and gave him a sideways glance: "You already have eighteen concubines, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

The Black Flood Dragon King suddenly sympathized with Fu Yao.

He understood why Fuyao had a dark face.

Seeing that Fang Qinghong was still like a ruthless scumbag who got up the next day, exchanging fairy recipes with Jiang Jinghong and the others as if nothing had happened, Fu Yao's face became more and more ugly.

The blood emanating from the man was suppressed, and his hairs stood on his head. It doesn't matter that Bai Ze is also a beast, he is about to be unlucky!

So he coughed and cleared his throat, and elbowed Fang Qinghong, trying to save himself: "His Royal Highness Fenghuang seems to have something to say to you."

"Huh?" Hearing the words, the young man turned his head to look at Fuyao, and immediately said "wow", "What's the matter, who made you unhappy?"

The Black Flood Dragon King changed back to the sound transmission of his spiritual consciousness, and said quietly: "You boy, hurry up and take Feng Huang away!"

Fang Qinghong was at a loss, and asked: "Why?"

The Black Flood Dragon King was so angry that he almost fell on his back, he didn't need to look now, he knew that Fuyao had locked his eyes on him, he gritted his teeth and said, "You guys just became Taoist couples, don't you have a lot to say?"

Fang Qinghong: "No, I finished talking yesterday."

Black Flood Dragon King: ...

Black Flood Dragon King: Your Highness, I have really tried my best, and I will forgive you when I turn around.

Fuyao: ...

He said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Fang Qinghong blinked, stood up and walked over.

Before he could open his mouth, he saw the man's sleeves rolled up, wrapping his arms around his waist, engulfing him into a secret realm, and conveniently imposing a restriction that no one could undo.

The Heijiao King, who left behind a long sigh, sighed: "The world's morale is declining, and the people's hearts are not old, and the majestic beasts are promiscuous in the daytime. Is this plausible?"

Bai Ze was still holding the medicine pot and pounding the pestle, he didn't bother to lift his eyelids after hearing this: "You are an old jiao with an eighteen-bedroom concubine and you still have the face to dislike others. I think you owe Feng Huang a clean-up."

At the same time, I hummed in my heart: I am obviously the most pure and pure here, and I am the only one who can stand on the moral high ground and condemn you all!

Over there, in the secret territory.

Fuyao carried him back to the cloud bed, sat opposite him, stared at Fang Qinghong without saying a word.

The latter finally came back to his senses, and chuckled: "Are you mad at me for leaving you here alone, playing around with unimportant people, and not accompanying you?"

Fang Qinghong pressed the soft cloud with both hands, climbed up to him, and sat down between Fuyao's overlapping legs without any restraint.Then he raised his head, touched the man's cheek and asked, "Are you jealous?"

Fu Yao fell forward with a grimace, pressed him on the couch, and kissed him on the forehead and between his brows. "I thought you were angry."

The two breathed together, Fang Qinghong met his eyes, and smiled with eyebrows crooked: "Why am I angry?"

Fuyao was silent for a while: "I'm mad at me for being reckless last night."

The young man's legs were entwined like twists and turns, and he held him firmly: "If you say reckless, I am reckless, and I will get angry at some point."

"But it feels better than I imagined. It seems that it's really okay with men."

When Fang Qinghong said this, seeing Fuyao with a mushroom cloud raining on his head, he couldn't help laughing again: "Are you worried about me running away, you are so stupid."

The man's back tensed instantly.

He lowered his head and pressed against Fang Qinghong's forehead: "I... I was worried that you were not used to it, so I restrained myself a lot."

Fang Qinghong's eyes widened in surprise: "I am born with a Taoist body, and I am well versed in the five realms. Even ordinary magical weapons can't hurt me. How can you be so worried?"

Fuyao: ...

Fuyao: "I'm like this, isn't it good?"

Fang Qinghong held his cheek and pecked his lips, her voice was as sweet as honey: "No, you are also worried about me so you think so much. I have reflected on it, and I should do more Considering yours, so—"

A blush slowly faded from the corner of his eyes, and he pecked Fuyao again: "Can I give you some compensation?"

As soon as the words fell, the teeth were pried open, deepening the kiss.

Last night, Fuyao, who had just confide in her feelings, was full of emotion, and was anxiously waiting for an answer.

Fang Qinghong rested his cheeks, pondered for a moment seriously, and asked: "So why do you want to be a mandarin duck and fly with me?"

Fuyao paused, his whole body stiffened.

He opened his mouth: "I—"

Fang Qinghong: "Oh, it's normal to have thoughts. If you don't have thoughts about me, I'll think you only like women."

Fuyao: ...

Fang Qinghong approached, raised his slightly red face, and what he said was much more bold than his shy appearance: "Everyone is a man, so be more straightforward. Besides, I don't Mind, what do you mind?"

"That's what you said, and it's too late to regret it later." After the man finished speaking, he hugged the person who welcomed him with open arms.

"How could you go back on your word?" In the passionate entanglement, the young man whispered.

Although you don't know it, I really, really, have been thinking about you for a long time.

After two days, when the two of them came out of the secret realm refreshed and refreshed, the two and two beasts outside the barrier were already bored enough to start playing chess.

Bai Ze's Black Flood Dragon King and Jiang Jinghong's Chunyu Yan were in charge of the battle. They were the Black Flood Dragon King who claimed to be good at chess, and Jiang Jinghong who was proficient in poetry, ritual music, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The two sides put up a battle, especially the Black Flood Dragon King, with a menacing prestige.However, Fang Qinghong stretched his neck and glanced at the situation on the chessboard, it can be described as horrible.

Under Jiang Jinghong's feather fan and scarf, while chatting and laughing, the mast and scull were wiped out calmly, and the chess pieces of the black dragon king's side retreated steadily.

Bai Ze, who was watching the battle next to him, couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed out the truth of his sternness: "You stinky chess player, what did you pretend to be with me before, get out of the way, let me come."

The Black Flood Dragon King resentfully said, "It's still close, as long as I give my third son another chance, we will definitely be able to regain the disadvantage."

Bai Ze rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Pull it down, I also believed in your evil, that's why I let you come to this point."

Fang Qinghong laughed and said: "I haven't seen you for many days, His Royal Highness's chess skills have not changed."

The Black Flood Dragon King pouted, and then remembered that there was a door god standing next to the master who could fight, and swallowed back the hurtful words that came to his mouth like eating a fly.

Fang Qinghong looked back at Fuyao, who nodded slightly.The young man immediately rolled up his sleeves happily, wanting to push away Bai Ze who had just sat down, and have a game with Jiang Jinghong.

As a result, the expression of the Black Flood Dragon King suddenly changed, and he turned his hand to create a soul lamp. The other party said lightly: "Your junior sister has a letter."

Fang Qinghong was taken aback: "Why is her soul lamp in your hands? Something happened to Yingzhou Island?"

The Black Flood Dragon King frowned: "When did it happen? I'm in the East China Sea, but I haven't heard Dao Gan mention that she has returned. This lamp was also entrusted to me by your uncle, please take care of me."

He Tiantian didn't return to Yingzhou Island? !

Jiang Jinghong said: "Listen to what she said first, maybe you thought Brother Fang that you were still in seclusion, so you sent a letter to His Royal Highness Jiao Wang."

I saw the flames in the soul lamp trembling, and a line of words gradually emerged: Shen Ke, the central temple.

Then there is nothing.

"...the central temple?"

Is it the temple dedicated to God Gouchen?

Fang Qinghong looked around, and several people looked at each other.