Quick wear: male gods only love me

"So what?" Fu Nanxian said with a smile, "Heaven has never been kind to him. He has become like this now because of fate."

Master Wuming said: "Fu Nanxian, if you persist in your obsession, I will have to destroy your cultivation!"

When the two swords collided, Fu Nanxian knew that he was no match for the unknown master.

Master Wuming has practiced for dozens of years, and he is truly the number one among demon extermination masters.

Fu Nanxian gritted his teeth, trying to buy time for Lin Qingyan.

The sword lights of the two flickered, and those grinning faces avoided the sharpness of the two, and hit the room from other directions.

The old housekeeper couldn't tell who would win between Fu Nanxian and Master Wuming, because the speed of the two was too fast, and the sword was like a flying Bailian in their hands.

"Master..." The old housekeeper called out worriedly towards the room.

There was no answer in the room.

Fu Nanxian was shot down to the ground by Wuming, and the old housekeeper's heart tugged, and he saw Fu Nanxian thrust his sword into the ground to prop up his body, and stood up again.

"You have such savvy, if you use it in the righteous way, it must be a blessing in the world!" Wuming looked at Fu Nanxian who stood up staggeringly, and frowned.

The battle with the young man made him understand that the young man is talented.

If you give the young man a few more years, it will not be difficult to surpass him.

But this young man wanted to create a monster.

"How does master know that I'm not walking the right path?" Fu Nanxian's eyes glowed with tenderness.

Wuming tried to persuade Fu Nanxian for the last time. He said: "At the beginning, my senior brother was extremely talented. I was not outstanding under his light. The person he loved was killed by a monster. In order to keep his lover by his side, So he used the heart of a monster to maintain the vitality of his lover. Because of this, the brother was expelled from the school. I still remember that he was like you at the time, believing that he could do it. Do you know what happened to him in the end?"

"He's not me, and his lover is not Yan Yan, we are different." Fu Nanxian had already guessed the result, but he was not interested in listening.

If you give up because of someone else's failure, where does success come from?

"He was heartbroken by his lover, and he still has deep love in his eyes until death..." Wuming said, "That is no longer his lover, it is a monster. Monsters are cunning and know how to use human emotions to deceive people All obedience is just a way to let people relax their vigilance. If you can't do it, let me do it. Fu Nanxian, get out of the way!"

Fu Nanxian's tone didn't change: "I won't give up even if I die."

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves became louder, and a thick black evil spirit emanated from the room.

Wuming's expression turned sharp, and his sword stabbed straight at Fu Nanxian's dantian like a broken bamboo.

Fu Nanxian blocked it with his sword, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wuming only felt a tight pain in his chest. The index finger and middle finger of his left hand were brought together, and he touched many acupoints on Fu Nanxian's body from a distance.

It was difficult for Fu Nanxian's body to exert strength, so he had to forcefully break through Wuming's shackles on him.

"If you move around again, you will become a real useless person!" Wuming wanted to seal Fu Nanxian's cultivation, as long as Fu Nanxian stopped, at most, he would not be able to use spells temporarily. If he used it forcibly, Fu Nanxian would become a A cripple with inflexible hands and feet.

Fu Nanxian gritted his teeth, his face tensed, and he refused to move away.

The formation outside the room was destroyed by the screaming evil thing, and black evil energy rushed into the room.

Seeing this, Master Wuming threw his own ball and said, "Go!"

The sword pierced through the window and penetrated into the house as if it had spirituality.

Fu Nanxian's sword flew out immediately, wrapping around Master Wuming's sword like a spirit snake.

"The formation is broken! How long will you protect that monster?" Master Wuming slapped Fu Nanxian away with a palm, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.

The young man and his senior brother were so stubborn that they did not shed tears when they saw the coffin.

The unknown master hurried to the door.

"Master..." The steward opened his arms to block the unknown master.

Master Wuming only felt that the monsters in the house would really confuse people's hearts, he didn't want to talk to the butler, so he threw the old butler away.

Just when he was about to go in, he suddenly felt his waist tighten. Looking down, it turned out that Fu Nanxian had tied his waist with amulets as ropes.

Master Wuming tore up the talisman casually, and when he looked up, he found the door of the room was open.

Bone-eroding cold wind blows from inside, the chilly wind seems to blow into every joint of the bones, making the bones weak.

Frost formed on the ground, extending inch by inch.

Master Wuming saw a person covered in black air.

That was Lin Qingyan.

The long hair that reached the ground was blacker than the night, winding like satin behind him.

Her skin was pale and bloodless, and her pair of indifferent amber eyes and blood-red lips contrasted with each other, and there was an unspeakable strange feeling in her bones.

He was barefoot, and there was a cold air under his feet. Every time he took a step, the frost on the ground would stretch forward.

"Young...Master..." The old housekeeper looked at Lin Qingyan uncertainly.

He watched the young master grow up, and he had never seen such an indifferent expression on the young master's face.

Lin Qingyan didn't look at the old housekeeper. He took the sword of the unknown master and casually pointed at the blade.

The sword fell to the frost on the ground in sections, and the iron and ice made a pleasant sound when they collided.

Master Wuming opened his eyes wide, this guy is not afraid of his sword!

"Yanyan!" Fu Nanxian covered his abdomen and called out, "Yanyan! Yanyan... come here..."

"He's not Lin Qingyan anymore!" Master Wuming immediately threw out dozens of talismans, driving the talisman papers to surround Lin Qingyan.

The black smoke beside Lin Qingyan turned into a ghost's hand, and pressed down the talisman paper.

The talisman fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

Lin Qingyan rolled his eyes and saw Fu Nanxian outside.

His eyes widened, staring at Fu Nanxian intently.

Immediately, the figure flickered and arrived at Fu Nanxian's side.

"It's bleeding..." Lin Qingyan held Fu Nanxian's hand and said in a low voice.

Fu Nanxian felt that Lin Qingyan's hand was like ice, and instantly turned his hand red, but instead of letting go, he held Lin Qingyan's hand even tighter.

Lin Qingyan noticed that there was a change in Fu Nanxian's hand, so he suppressed the cold air in his body.

"It doesn't hurt, don't worry." Fu Nanxian said, as his hands warmed up, so did his heart.

Even if his words are now ignorant, he still cares about him.

Lin Qingyan stood on tiptoe, licked the blood from the corner of Fu Nanxian's mouth, and then smiled.

The beautiful smile, as bright as a blooming demon flower, is captivating.

"Fu Nanxian, stay away from him! He's just a bloodthirsty monster in human skin!" Master Wuming wanted to get close to Lin Qingyan, but was blocked by a ghostly hand made of black mist.

Neither Fu Nanxian nor Lin Qingyan cared about Wuming.

Fu Nanxian hugged Lin Qingyan tightly and kissed his lips.

Lin Qingyan opened his amber eyes, looked at Fu Nanxian's black eyes ignorantly, and took advantage of the opportunity to send vitality into Fu Nanxian's body.

Fu Nanxian felt that his injury was slowly improving, so he hugged the person in his arms even harder.

These are his words!

Seeing the passionate kiss between the two, Master Wuming was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Kiss, kiss, you will know!Is it time for a kiss?

On the contrary, the housekeeper said cheerfully, "It's the young master, that's right."

If it wasn't for the young master, even if a monster occupied the young master's body, young master fu would not touch him.

"Impossible!" said the unknown master, "There are so many evil things, how can ordinary people resist?"

Even a person like him who has cultivated for decades cannot maintain his sanity under the erosion of so many evil things.

Not to mention Lin Qingyan, a young master who doesn't go out of his way.

How did he know that Lin Qingyan's spiritual power was top-notch in the interstellar era, and then he experienced several planes, and his spiritual power was even more extraordinary than ordinary people.

After a kiss, Fu Nanxian stroked Lin Qingyan's hair and said with a smile, "That's nice."

Lin Qingyan touched his lips and said, "It's comfortable."

"Really?" Fu Nanxian said, "There are more comfortable things."

Lin Qingyan tilted his head, looked at Fu Nanxian with clear eyes, innocent and cute: "Then you can teach me?"

"Okay." Fu Nanxian hugged Lin Qingyan, his eyes swept over the white jade feet, and the corners of his lips could not stop smiling.

The current mood of the unknown master is indescribable.

"Fu Nanxian, you... Is this what you're promising? It's this time, and you still want to have sex with monsters!"

The butler gave Master Wuming a blank look, and said, "Master, if you are too free, go out and kill demons. The two young masters really love each other, and it is normal to want to go to Wushan together. It is not your turn."

Master Wuming chased after the two of them, trying to prevent them from entering the house.

He felt that Lin Qingyan would probably kill Fu Nanxian after enjoying Fu Nanxian's yang energy.

But the outside of the room was surrounded by a solid layer of ice.

The unknown master couldn't melt the ice with the fire talisman, and couldn't destroy the ice with sharp tools.

Fu Nanxian carried Lin Qingyan to the bed.

The jet-black hair spread out on the brocade quilt, and the quilt embroidered with red peonies bloomed in large numbers, giving it a kind of seductive beauty.

"Yanyan, do you still remember who I am?" Fu Nanxian asked.

Lin Qingyan looked at Fu Nanxian in confusion, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

A look of disappointment flashed in Fu Nanxian's eyes.

"But as soon as I saw it, I fell in love with it and wanted to get close." Lin Qingyan wrapped his arms around Fu Nanxian's neck, "Didn't I say that I want to do something more comfortable?"

His lips pursed, as if complaining that Fu Nanxian didn't keep his word.

"Do it now." Fu Nanxian pinched Lin Qingyan's nose and said with a smile.

So what if you lose your memory, as long as you still speak, you don't need to expect too much.

Lin Qingyan didn't know what Fu Nanxian was laughing at, but it was probably because Fu Nanxian laughed so happily that he infected Lin Qingyan, so Lin Qingyan also laughed along with him.

The two people in the room traveled hand in hand to the Peach Blossom Spring.

The old butler outside the house was sitting on the steps smiling, watching Master Wuming messing about at the door.

Master Wuming has never been laughed at like this before. He said to the old housekeeper: "Look! They have been in for several hours, that monster must be absorbing Yang Qi!"

"Before the monster absorbs the yang energy, it still heals people's wounds, right?" the old butler asked.

Earlier, Fu Nanxian was injured by the unknown master, and he couldn't even stand still.

After being kissed by Lin Qingyan, he was able to pick up Lin Qingyan and walk like flying. It must be Lin Qingyan who healed Fu Nanxian.