What about the Master's text?

Everyone watched Jing Fan fall down, and he walked towards Fu Ji step by step. Behind Fu Ji, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect subconsciously wanted to stop him, but Jing Fan raised his eyes slightly, and the bodies of the people behind Fu Ji moved uncontrollably. Fly up, then fall hard!

Howling in pain, Fu Ji had no time to react, he watched Jing Fan walk in front of him, and leaned closer: "Your name is Fu Ji?"

Fu Ji was startled, hesitated and nodded.

"Speak." Jing Fan stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingertips on Fu Ji's lips, "Your voice...is very nice."

Fuji was really stunned this time, he could feel the warmth of Jingfan's fingertips, and the rubbing didn't hurt, but it made him feel at a loss bit by bit.

"Why don't you talk?" Jing Fan moved closer, the distance between the two was less than a foot, Fu Ji subconsciously wanted to hide back, but the other party grabbed his waist and... pinched it.

Fuji: "..."

"Jing Fan, what are you doing?!" Behind him, Bai Chu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a few steps forward unhappily. Hard to say.

Don't be afraid that Jing Fan is a good Longyang, Bai Chu is afraid that some kind of moth will be born again, today they came prepared and eliminated all hidden dangers, but they didn't expect that Jing Fan's cultivation base would soar, and Also lost his mind.

"There's so much nonsense!" Jing Fan moved and appeared in front of Bai Chu in an instant. He grabbed the man's neck, his face full of impatience, "People talk too much, tsk!"

The sudden change made everyone present turn pale with shock, especially Bai Chu, and Jing Fan didn't hold back his hand, which made his face pale and difficult to breathe, "You, you... so bold... I, I It's you, brother...how dare you..."

Bai Chu's master is the senior brother of Master Jing Fan, so it is appropriate to say that they are senior brothers, but Jing Fan glanced at him, and his disgust almost solidified. People kill.

But even he himself is still in his hands, let alone scolding others, he looks like he is about to be strangled to death.

The devil Bai Chu has been in the cultivation world for many years, it is true that the sects hate him, and it is true that they regard him as a serious problem.

But now he has no power to fight back. Bai Chu's face flushed red, and he elicited a wave of spiritual power from his right hand, but in an instant he was hit hard on the ground, and his shoulder was stepped on. Jing Fan looked down at him, "Take your Dog, get out!"

Jing Fan's defection was beyond Bai Chu's expectation. He calculated for several months, but he never expected such a result in the end.

Naturally, he was unwilling, but this unwillingness was completely annihilated in the face of Jingfan who "six relatives do not recognize".

Bai Chu left, and even disappeared with Moxiu Wanqian.

When everything around is peaceful, Jing Fan thinks about the past, so that he can walk in front of Fu Ji leisurely, "If I remember correctly, when did you call me... senior brother?"

Jing Fan's appearance, which was completely different from the previous words and deeds, did not change much, but there was a faint evil spirit, Fu Ji frowned slightly, worried that something was wrong with him, but his tightly frowned eyebrows made Jing Fan feel wrong.

Jing Fan pursed his lips, "So you were just lying to me?"

It's not so much that he lost his mind, it's better to say that he lost some memories from the past, Fuji's eyes darkened, and his voice made Jingfan feel a little wronged, "I'm not lying to you," he looked at Jingfan fixedly, "I never lied to you."

These words are obviously very simple, and there is no hard-to-express affection, but Jing Fan listened, and saw this man's handsome face, and somehow his heart softened, "It's good if you don't lie..."

Jing Fan tried his best to "repel" the people of the demonic way, and then... unexpectedly followed Fu Ji into the Xuantian Sect.

According to his point of view, he has no memory at all, and now there is only one "junior brother", so instead of wandering outside, it is better to follow the younger brother back, after all... no matter what happened before, Xuantianzong is still his master.

After a series of incidents such as injuring the sect leader, killing sect disciples, and being detained in Houshan, Jing Fan's re-entry to Xuantian sect seemed extremely joking.

In particular, he relied on Fuji alone, and the two were almost inseparable, which was particularly strange in the eyes of other disciples of the sect.

But looking at the entire sect, probably only Jing Fan and Fu Ji didn't care about it.

Fu Ji almost "indulges" Jing Fan.

Only at night does it change its appearance.

"Little Junior Brother..." Jing Fan started to shout again through a screen.

Fu Ji properly put away the changed clothes in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then walked over slowly, the person behind the screen was sitting in the tub, with one arm resting on the side of the tub, tilting his head and smiling at him .

"I can't reach the back, so I have to bother my junior brother..." I don't know what's wrong with him. He used to only call Fu Ji by his name, but now he doesn't call him by his name. He just calls "junior brother" one by one. It's all right for the younger brother, but I just want to add "little" in front.

It didn't take much time for Fu Ji to go from being awkward at the beginning to letting go now.

It's just that the person who is used to not allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief still looks the same, Jing Fan is sideways, his smooth skin always has an elusive ambiguity under the dim candlelight.

Fu Ji watched his nose, nose, and heart, but he didn't look around.

He was used to receiving the cloth towel from Jingfan's hand, but just when he was about to touch it, Jingfan let go of his hand, the cloth towel fell into the water, and the two fingertips touched.

Fuji's heart trembled, and he subconsciously withdrew his hands, but Jingfan dragged him into the bathtub.

The bathtub was not big, and the two of them were obviously crowded, but Fu Ji didn't care about it, he held Fu Ji's waist tightly, squeezed it again, not only that, but also sighed, "Tsk, before I just want to pinch it again, and it really feels very..."

The next moment he froze, and the unfinished words stuck in his throat, because Fu Ji turned the situation around with the posture of the two of them lying down.

One of Jing Fan's hands was clasped tightly behind his back, and the hand that pinched Fu Ji's waist was brought in front of him, almost touching Fu Ji's chest.

After such a lot of tossing, Fu Ji's clothes were in a mess, and the front of his clothes was wide open, revealing his firm skin.

Jingfan was not as disciplined as Fuji, his eyes scanned it over and over curiously, seeing the appearance and the urge to touch it.

But this kind of him actually looks different in Fu Ji's eyes.

No matter how messy his clothes were, Fuji himself still covered his body with clothes, but Jingfan was different, his upper body was bare/naked, and after some movements, his breathing became slightly short of breath. There was a small mole on his neck, and Jing Fan, under the shadowy candlelight, was somewhat coquettish and seductive all his life.

There was a drop of water on his thin chin, not to mention Jing Fan's shoulders, and his wrist was slightly reddened by the steaming water.

A wave of abusive impulse almost engulfed Fu Ji's mind, and when he came to his senses, he saw that one of his hands had already pinched Jing Fan's shoulder, and his breath was full of ambiguous warmth.

"What do you want to do to me? Huh?" Jingfan didn't care much about being restrained. He leaned against the tub in a good-tempered manner, allowing himself to be "powerless" in Fuji's hands.

Fu Ji was already aroused by him, but now he is even more arrogant, the word "um" is like a feather gently scratching Fu Ji's forehead and heart, forcing the strength in his hands to become stronger.

Jing Fan frowned slightly, feeling a little hurt.

But he didn't resist, instead, he continued to flirt recklessly with a smile that was disastrous to the country and the people, "Junior Junior Brother doesn't seem to be 'little' either, he looks quite fierce..." He aimed at a certain place in Fu Ji intentionally or unintentionally. , those beautiful eyes were filled with a touch of deep red, almost turning Fu Ji into a bird/beast.

Being teased to this point, Fu Ji let go instead, and stepped out of the bathtub.

He was covered in water, and the wet feeling was uncomfortable. With his back turned to Jing Fan, he said coldly, "No matter how much you trust me, I just say... I won't hurt you."

Before he opened his mouth, Jing Fan had been acting deceptive, but before he finished speaking, he sat up straight, clasped the side of the tub with one hand, and there was no trace of evil on his face.

If Fu Ji looked back, he should be able to see his instantly condensed eyes and almost invisible suspicion.

After tossing and tossing for a while, Jing Fan finally took a hasty bath. He put on an undershirt, opened his skirt, and walked slowly to the inner room.

As before, Fu Ji still slept on the soft couch, but the man was tall and tall, even though the soft couch was not narrow, it was not a place for people to sleep, so it looked pitiful.

So Jing Fan thought about it for a while, then walked to the side of the couch, stretched out his hand and poked it, "Hey, little brother..."

During this period of time, Fuji had been waiting for Jingfan to fall asleep completely before closing his eyes. Before that, the two of them had always been "well water does not interfere with river water", but tonight Jingfan didn't know which muscle was wrong, and came to make trouble for him again. .

There's no need to pretend to be asleep, Fu Ji resignedly opened his eyes and got up.

I saw Jingfan standing in front of him, with a familiar smile on his lips, but this time there was no deliberate temptation, "It's uncomfortable to sleep here, little brother, please sleep with me."

Unexpectedly, Fu Ji was indeed startled, but he shook his head in a flash, "No."

His refusal was actually reasonable, but Jingfan's face was visibly cold to the naked eye, and his originally gentle eyes suddenly turned black as ink, "Does lying on the same couch with me make you so uncomfortable?"

Jing Fan, who has lost his memory, is especially straightforward, and it is especially hard for Fu Ji to parry.

He wanted to explain in a nice voice, but Jingfan obviously didn't give him this chance, not only that, Jingfan also leaned over, the tip of their noses were almost touching, and Fuji's heart became confused while breathing.

He subconsciously evaded, staggered his eyes and wanted to hide back, but Jing Fan didn't give him this chance, grabbed his shoulder with great strength, Fu Ji snorted, but suddenly opened his eyes wide at the next moment Eye.

Jing Fan bit his lips.

It wasn't a kiss, it wasn't a caress, it was to hold his lower lip and lick it lightly.

Such boldness, such presumptuousness, such... makes Fu Ji's heart beat like a drum.

"You are very good to kiss..." said Jing Fan, who pursed his lips, and moved away an inch.

Fu Ji's heart was disturbed, he raised his eyes suddenly, and accurately caught the playfulness in Jing Fan's eyes, if it was another time, another occasion, or the person in front of him hadn't lost his memory, Fu Ji would definitely not do this.

But when all this was so "out of place", Fuji felt a little annoyed, he thought, Jingfan who lost his memory, how could you be so hasty, even if you forgot me, it's not the reason why you should tease and provoke me.

So Fu Ji pulled the man onto the couch, grabbed the man's jaw, and crushed him hard.

"Kiss is like this..."

The author has something to say:

But vigorous teasing can cause accidents...

Sprinkle some sugar just before the complete surgery, the memories are coming to an end!

Good night~