Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"Your master is right. In such a world, only strong people can protect their own people."

"Of course I know..." Feng Yun stared at the silver-haired man he hadn't seen for a long time, "You came here to tell me this?"

"Not only that, but I also wanted to check on your cultivation progress, but the result...is disappointing."

"Hmph, sooner or later I will be stronger than you."

Feng Yun snorted, his face full of displeasure, "By the way, what were you doing before? Are you busy?"

"Busy, busy..." The man smiled, "I'm busy looking at your wife, if I didn't suddenly think of you, I'm afraid I'll have to look there for a long time."

"You!" Feng Yun stared. He was sitting idle, but now he couldn't sit still, and was about to kick him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it really scared me." Feng Mo was speechless, and the moment he was kicked, his body flew into countless black and red butterflies and gathered in another place.

"That's my wife!" Feng Yun gritted his teeth and warned, "You'd better not visit her in the future!"

"You said it, and I want to listen? I said that I am the future you, so he is also my wife."

Feng Mo snapped his fingers, and Feng Yun suddenly felt an invisible pressure covering his body. He couldn't move or speak, only a pair of eyes burning with anger were fixed on Feng Mo.

Feng Mo circled around him, "Look at you now, you can't even resist, and I can't even hear you scolding me."

"I am strong, no one in this world is stronger than me, so you see, now is not the time for you to order me, because if I want, I can hide him in a place that no one will know, just give me a People watch."

"I have seen, touched, bit, and kissed every inch of his body since he grew up... But what about you? You are just a child with low cultivation, who can only talk and be willful."

The more Feng Yun heard it, the angrier he became, but he really couldn't do anything, because everything the other party said might be true.

Feng Mo stopped, and was standing in front of Feng Yun, a pair of red eyes that looked as if they would shed blood in an instant looked straight at Feng Yun.

"Understand? You can talk now."

Feng Yun gritted his teeth, "Understood, but I also have a question to ask you."

"Of course, there are no secrets between us."

"You said you were the strongest in the world, but what about your wife?"

Feng Yun smiled viciously, and paused every word, "I've said so much, where is your wife?"

Feng Mo remained expressionless, and there seemed to be invisible forces surging around him.

Like the last calm before the storm.

Above the high altitude of Lingyunzong, the originally blue sky was suddenly covered by black clouds, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in it.

This is not normal weather, Fu Ze looked up at the sudden change, and felt the abnormality within a moment.

In this world, I am afraid that only you can know yourself best.

If it wasn't for the master's disapproval, Feng Yun would have wanted to move to the third elder's side and stay with Bai Yumo every day.

He doesn't really believe that when he grows up in the future, he will become a man who is independent enough to leave his wife for a long time.

Now Feng Mo, not only may he come back from the future, but he also spends his days idly looking at other people's wives.

Does he have no wife himself?

"You still say that you are number one in the world, ugh!" Feng Yun was forced to raise his head by a strong hand choking his neck, but the more annoyed the other party was, the more he knew that he had guessed right.

"Is your wife dead?"

Feng Mo let go of him, and his body disappeared into the air.

The next moment, Fu Ze kicked the door in, looked down at Feng Yun who was kneeling on the ground, coughing violently.

"What's going on?" He quickly walked over to take Feng Yun into his arms, and saw the clear and obvious pinch marks on the latter's neck.

After Feng Yun coughed enough, he said in a hoarse voice, "A man wanted to strangle me just now, Master."

"What kind of man?"

"The man who will turn into a black and red butterfly."

"The way of the devil?" Fu Ze frowned, wondering why the people in the way of the devil sneaked into the Lingyun sect just to kill this child?

The vision just now is not like that of an ordinary Demon Sect disciple.

This child... Fu Ze's eyes are deep, he doesn't have any connection with the Devil's Cult, does he?

"Master, I'm in so much pain." Feng Yun grabbed Fu Ze's clothes and said pitifully, "Do you want to feel sorry for me? I want to live with Yu Mo, even in a cubicle."

Fu Ze was amused, "You were going to die just now, but now you tell me this?"

"Master...you are the best."

"It happens that I have something to do later, so you can go to Junwu and stay there first."

Fu Ze saw how happy he was quickly, and added: "Don't delay your training! Do you know how many people are staring at you after you become my direct disciple?"

"It's okay, I'm already getting stronger!" Feng Yun said, "I'm going to become stronger immediately!"

-

Bai Yumo lives in a hut halfway up the mountain. There are so many disciples of the Immortal Sect, so naturally there won't be a luxurious residence. It would be nice to have a single room for one person.

Halfway through his cultivation in the room, there was a faint white light from the aura around him, illuminating his already fair face, like the finest jade.

Sensing the sudden breath coming from outside, he opened his eyes and walked out of the room quickly, "Master, you... Feng Yun?"

Seeing Feng Yun again after many days, Bai Yumo felt a little headache.

It was really not a good first time seeing Feng Yun. Every time he saw Feng Yun, he could think of the spiritual garden that had been eaten up—even though the suzerain who knew the truth didn't blame him.

Ji Junwu said: "The suzerain has something to do recently, so I entrusted him to me. After thinking about it, I think you are the most responsible, and it happens to be a boy again. Let him be with you first."

Feng Yun was a little embarrassed, but he ran over quickly, showing a bright smile to Bai Yumo, "Yumo, I won't cause you any trouble!"

Bai Yumo's room is clean and tidy, everything is neatly arranged, and there are some small gadgets for decoration, it looks quite lifelike.

Unlike Feng Yun's room, except for the bed, wardrobe and table, there is nothing else.

As night fell, Feng Yun tilted his head and looked at Bai Yumo who was about to go out, and asked, "Yumo, where are you going?"

"Get hot water, don't you take a bath?" Bai Yumo asked.

Feng Yun, who had always washed things in the river, walked over a few steps, pointed to himself and said, "I can heat the water, you don't have to go out to fetch water."

"You...you are right, you are the root of the sky."

Tianlinggen can be used with any attribute.

Bai Yumo himself happened to be a water spirit root, so when he thought about it, he smiled and said, "Then I don't need to go out to fetch water."

He went to the screened area on the other side of the room, where there was a wooden bathtub.

After pinching a water-gathering formula, the bathtub was quickly filled with water.

Of course, Feng Yun wanted to show himself well, and he didn't disappoint Bai Yumo. After putting his hand into the water, it heated up to a suitable temperature within a short while.

"Try it, if it's cold, I'll warm it up."

"Thank you." Bai Yumo untied his belt, his clothes were unbound and hung down, he asked casually, "Do you want to come together?"

Feng Yun was taken aback, his face flushed, thinking he had misunderstood, "You, what did you say?"

"Huh? I said take a bath together." Bai Yumo blinked at him, "The bathtub is big enough for two people, and it saves time..."

Bai Yumo's age is still too young, and his previous family was not bad, and the things he came into contact with were very clean. He only thought that they were all male cultivators, and it was fine to take a bath together.

Feng Yun was different. He wandered around the streets all day, and once he came home late, he was robbed of the haystack where he lived at night by men and women fighting in the field.

He knew everything, so he touched his neck, hesitating between washing and rejecting.

"I have seen every inch of his body when he grows up..." Suddenly, a very unpleasant memory emerged.

Feng Yun said: "Then let's wash together! I promise to behave myself."

"Regular?" Bai Yumo didn't understand, but seeing Feng Yun's serious look, he just nodded and started to take off his clothes again.

Feng Yun also took off, a little rudely, because all eyes were on Bai Yumo whose clothes were gradually thinning.

The Zongmen's clothes were a bit complicated, but when these layers of clothes were taken off one by one, Feng Yun suddenly felt that it seemed that there were so many layers of clothes, after all, it was really...very tempting to take off.

Bai Yumo was still facing Feng Yun at first, but being stared at by the other party, he felt numb all over for some reason.

The body gradually turned its back, and the white back was exposed to Feng Yun's eyes. The graceful butterfly bones moved with the movements of the arms. Under the extremely narrow waist, there were two slightly sunken waist dimples.

Feng Yun took a deep breath and looked away with great difficulty.

Why should he experience such torture on the first day?

Finally, both of them entered the bathtub uncomfortably, and the slightly scalding water overflowed the edge of the basin, trickling downwards and covering the floor.

The legs of the two are crossed and staggered, and as long as either of them moves, they can lean against each other.

Bai Yumo's skin soon turned red, and even his cheeks turned red because of the heat, or because of embarrassment or embarrassment.

Feng Yun didn't know how to speak, he just glanced at the person opposite him over and over again, and finally Bai Yumo couldn't bear it anymore and threw a bath cloth on his face.

"Don't look, there's nothing to see."

"Why don't you look good!" Feng Yun retorted, and said, "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

"Yes, yes."

In this way, Bai Yumo could listen to it several times a day, but what Feng Yun said was a little better than what others said.

"Hey, you, do you have someone you like?" Feng Yun pretended to ask casually.

Bai Yumo's temple hair wetted by water mist stuck to his face, he thought for a while after hearing this, and then said: "No, do you have any?"

"Of course! The first time I saw him, I thought he must be my wife."

"That's right." Bai Yumo was a little unhappy for some reason, and his tone became a little colder, "Then I hope you can embrace the beauty back."

"Do you think there is hope for me? I have no merits at all. A particularly bad guy said that my cultivation base is low and I can only play tricks..."

"You are very powerful. I have been in the sect for a year before I can build a foundation, but you are already a foundation now, and you are still a heavenly root, so there are still many advantages."

Bai Yumo looked at Feng Yun seriously, "Don't listen to them, they are just jealous of you."

"Well, I also think he's jealous of me." Feng Yun laughed, and then suddenly stood up supporting the side of the basin.

"What are you doing? Don't you wash it?" Bai Yumo looked up at him, not daring to look elsewhere.

In fact, since he took off his clothes, he regretted it a little.

He had never showered with others before, and even thinking about it now, he felt that when he invited Feng Yun, he seemed to be bewitched by something.

He is a bit of a clean freak, and it should have been impossible for him to take a bath with others.

"Let me rub your back for you." Feng Yun said seriously: "You don't like being so clean, do you?"

"you!"

I don't know who the dirty person who was dying when I first saw him was.

Bai Yumo glared at him, "Sit down! I will turn around by myself."

"Oh, hurry up, I want to sleep."

"Hmph." Bai Yumo turned his body angrily, and there was the sound of splashing water behind him. Apparently, Feng Yun sat down again, and along the way stretched his two legs, imprisoning him in the middle.

A hand suddenly grabbed Bai Yumo's arm, he was startled, and his whole body trembled.

Feng Yun leaned on his shoulder, "Scared? I'm sorry, I should tell you something."

"It's okay, I'm just not used to it." But it was far from disgusting.

Bai Yumo brushed the wet hair from his back to his shoulders, and went through the long time stiffly.

"Okay?" Even if it was a back rub, the time was a bit too long.

"Okay, then help me." Feng Yun turned around and exposed his back.

Bai Yumo looked at the marks on it and couldn't help frowning, "Why are there so many scars?"

"Huh? Because I couldn't beat others, I was beaten by others." Feng Yun didn't care much, "I can't see, is it ugly?"

"It's okay, but it's best not to get hurt again." Bai Yumo looked at the intertwined scars.

Most of them are long, as if they were hit with a whip or a cane, and there are some purple-black marks elsewhere, obviously hit with a stick or a fist.

"I have medicine, and I will give it to you later." Bai Yumo didn't dare to touch those wounds, for fear that Feng Yun would hurt if he touched them.

"Well, okay." Feng Yun's tone was still relaxed, but the expression with his back to Bai Yumo was a kind of gentleness that restrained his sharpness.

It felt a little weird, but he didn't hate it.

After taking a bath, Bai Yumo took out the medicine from the cabinet, patted the bed, "Come here, and give you the medicine."

Just as Feng Yun cleaned the ground, he ran over wagging his tail when he heard the words, "Then you should be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt a lot."

"Understood, it won't hurt very much."

"It doesn't hurt at all—"

"How can there be no pain at all, and I don't have very expensive medicine."