Fans of thousands of people respect him for cultivating the ruthless way

Xie Jiuqing had a premonition in his heart. Although he didn't know where the premonition came from, he knew that Feng Mosheng was gradually feeling disgusted with him.

And it's terrifyingly accurate.

It was quickly reflected in this bowl of porridge.

He shouldn't have cared about this kind of thing, because it was unnecessary, but somehow he became irritable and grabbed the bowl from the person's hand, "Since you don't want to eat it, you can eat it tomorrow, and come to practice with your apprentice first."

These words were said out of context, and he had already started to regret after winning the battle, and felt that this behavior was really naive, so he had to use the pretense of cultivation to make it up.

His original intention was to hope that the other party could eat something and take a rest.

A furnace and a mortal body are indeed relatively fragile, and blindly asking for it is not a long-term solution.

Feng Mosheng was robbed of the bowl, but without knowing it, he glanced at the other party, and it was just a glance. He curled up, too lazy to ask questions. Now he feels very cold, has a headache, is groggy, and the wound on his neck hurts. There is no good place.

He didn't want to help Xie Jiuqing practice anymore, but he agreed to the splashed water if he said it, so he wanted to deal with tonight first, and find the magic circle tomorrow and escape directly.

Xie Jiuqing has always been the one who took the initiative when the two practiced together. Except for the first time, which was a bit awkward, in the days to come, it seemed to unlock some new world continent. Many times when they were still outside, Xie Jiuqing held him down and kissed him. The other party especially liked to take him to some places. Weird place.

For example, in the bamboo forest in the back mountain, hiding in the heart cabinet of Wanfa Pavilion.

What happened in the past few days made their special master-student relationship completely estranged, even like an enemy. Now that Xie Jiuqing has brought Feng Lange by his side, it feels inappropriate to practice in this way.

But seeing the other party's pair of peach eyes inlaid with a ring of red, looking over with watery eyes, the desire to bully arises spontaneously, overshadowing the last trace of worry, wrapping one hand around the man's slender waist, and covering his lips.

The other party rushed over suddenly, Feng Mosheng was unprepared, and was pressed against the carved bed, and the back of the head was also involved and bumped. corner.

Immediately afterwards, a hand went around the back and separated the wooden carved bed from the back of his head.

A fleshy palm is always much stronger than a harsh piece of wood, and when that palm is rubbed, the pain from bumping is reduced a lot.

The poison in Xie Jiuqing's body has been cleared away. It is not as cold and exciting as before, but now his body is hot. He holds Feng Mosheng tightly in his arms, and Feng Mosheng's body is also hot, but it is not because of lust. , but the onset of eroticism and the symptoms of fever after being exposed to rain outside.

Feng Mosheng felt cold, but she was stubborn and didn't want to hug this person back, she shrank her shoulders and trembled all the time.

When the love* poison broke out, the scent of bamboo on the other party’s body began to make him obsessed. He raised his head, and when he was kissed, he always wanted more. Lust prevailed in his mind, and this kind of shameful thoughts always preceded rationality. come out.

He is disgusted.

This kiss has lasted for a long time, and he felt that it was enough, so he went to push him, but he didn't know where he pushed him, and something wet got on his palm.

There was a very small muffled hum.

Raising his hand, he realized that it was a bright red blood stain.

Feng Mosheng was stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses, and suddenly remembered that the wounds of the Wanmo pestle could not be healed, otherwise it would not be called a murderous weapon.

The explosion below the level of distraction, and the serious injury after being stabbed twice above the level of distraction, there is not even an exact introduction of what level of cultivation can be reached to avoid being injured by it. It can be seen that the number one magic weapon in the book is not in vain.

In comparison, his bite by a mouse didn't seem too serious.

What's more, the other party also mistakenly thought that he gave the wrong formula, which caused Feng Lange's anger to flow backwards. After all, he was the one who raised him.

He raised his head and looked at the sharp-edged face in front of him, tears streaming down the corners of his red eyes, "I'm sorry...I didn't...not...intentionally. ...."

He didn't know how to explain that "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" could not be taught so many times that the other party did not believe it, as if no matter what he said, the other party would not believe it.

The blood was so dazzlingly red that it also pierced into the heart.

For the first time, he stretched out his arms to hug someone actively, and then sent his lips covered with sour tears.

Xie Jiuqing was also stunned.

When the other party clumsily tried to pry his lips open with the tip of his tongue, he realized that Feng Mosheng seemed to be apologizing for stabbing him twice last time.

But why bother?

If there is no insidiousness in his body, the magic pestle sucks his flesh and blood, and he is the one who dies. Can an apology bring a person back to life?

No.

So there is no reason not to eat the food that was brought to his mouth, he unceremoniously held him down, and changed from passive to active.

Later, just kissing the mouth can no longer satisfy this need.

Xie Jiuqing was young and energetic, it was normal behavior to want to touch the head and kiss him, and he wanted to go further. He quickly shifted his position, winding all the way to his neck, half-fading Feng Mosheng's clothes.

Everything is simple and violent.

Feng Mosheng was sick with a fever, and his sexual poison was also attacking, and he had no ability to resist. If he continued like this, he might be out of control. He was panting badly, and he had a nasal moaning sound. He stopped him with a trembling voice, "Little Nine...that's enough...that's enough...I'm tired...."

Even if they kiss until dawn like this, Xie Jiuqing will not be promoted from the perfect fit to distraction.

The higher the realm, the more spiritual power is needed, and the more difficult it is to be promoted. If necessary, you still have to use pills to assist.

He was so dizzy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

The bodily function drops to a certain level, and the reaction to the erotic poison is weakened. I am really glad that the growth fluid can change the physique, so that he will not die every night when the erotic poison occurs, otherwise, even if he has eight kidneys, he will not die. Can't help but make it like this!

The man in his arms closed his eyes after saying this, and he didn't even have time to tidy up his half-faded clothes.

Only then did Xie Jiuqing realize that the person's face was flushed abnormally, and although he had fallen asleep, he coughed from time to time.

This is because of the cold.

Wind-cold is not considered a disease for monks, but for ordinary people, it may leave a cough if it is delayed for a long time, and some people will die.

He hesitated a little, took out a Yangxi pill from his bosom, dissolved it with water, pinched the lips of the person and let it in a little bit.

This time, Feng Mosheng not only did not have a dream, but also slept very well.

He felt cold at first, but then a stove appeared in his arms, which made him feel comfortable all over, and he slept like this for a whole night.

By God's blessing, the weather cleared up the next day.

As soon as Feng Mosheng woke up and stretched out a hand from the tent, two maids hurried over, one on the left and the other on the right, and hung up the tent high.

The two accidentally glanced at him as if they saw something horrifying to the world, and hurriedly lowered their heads, "Is the fairy feeling hungry?"

Hmm... It's a little bit, I just got sick and I'm not feeling well, but unexpectedly I feel in good spirits.

But I still need to eat something, and only when I have replenished my energy can I have the strength to escape.

However, his treatment obviously feels like it has been upgraded by a level compared to yesterday, "Who told you to come here?"

The maid in charge of serving the water said softly, "It was Xianjun Qianqing who ordered us to take good care of you."

Feng Mosheng's little expectation was instantly annihilated.

Feng Lange is willing to follow Xie Jiuqing to the Demon Realm, which is quite unexpected. In my impression, that person should be the kind of true * fairy who is dressed in a cool and cool spirit, letting the world flourish and my heart is as calm as still water. Not the mortals like them who cannibalize fireworks.

From this point of view, Feng Lange really has feelings for the child he raised!

The son is acting like a monster outside, and the father doesn't forget to wipe his ass.

In fact, the system also admires Feng Mosheng. Up to now, he still believes that these two people are just a pure master-student relationship. However, although it suspects that the two people have an affair, it can't produce any evidence, so it doesn't bother to mention this again. matter, because they have more important tasks.

[Host host, do you really want to escape? 】

It was because the two of them broke up before, and its host could no longer help the male lead in cultivation, but now it seems that it is more beneficial for its host to give in under the threat of the male lead.

Although it is exaggerated to say so, their original intention is to do a mission, and then pat their ass and leave. As long as they can leave this book, who knows who is who?

Why bother with an NPC here?

Feng Mo declared what the White Rabbit meant, but that's not what he was thinking about now.

After touching Xie Jiuqing's wound last night, most of the anger was reduced.

The head of Shangzhen is abusing his power at the moment to incite other sects to jointly attack the Demon Cult. He must restore his cultivation and return to a sect that takes the opportunity to expose this man's face and beast's heart.

He thought it over, anyway, the "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" could not be passed on to others, and he was not afraid of being exposed, so he used this matter to kill the other party.

The copy of honor given to him by the phoenix mother is hidden in the secret room of his cave mansion. The heavens have eyes, and he knows it perfectly!

When things come out, everyone will know that his motives are impure, and they won't cling to Xie Jiuqing.

Think of it as repaying the debt you owed for stabbing the other party twice.

The rabbit shut his mouth, thinking that its host was really miserable. When he died, he was too small and innocent like a piece of paper. He talked about his first love in the book, and his love was life and death. He still has nothing. It can be called a love saint.

Okay, this is also a method, first solve the worries of the future, and then lead the hero on the broad road, otherwise the righteous way alliance will come to the door, the hero may not be able to beat it.

When everything was ready, Feng Mosheng drove all the maids out of the room, came to the wooden cabinet in the corner, opened the cabinet door and changed a piece of clothes.

The piece was stained with blood last night, even though Xie Jiuqing had cleaned it for him, he still felt awkward.

This time he chose a black one, which is easy to hide in the dark. He walked to the raised wall, stretched out his hand and pressed the complicated spell on it, his eyes went dark, and he felt a severe weightlessness, and his brain went blank. Then he lost consciousness.

Thinking back on this experience, it seems to be the same as the last time, when I opened and closed my eyes, I was no longer in the same place.

It was too weird to go smoothly.