Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Soon, Yan Fei let go of him, as if worried that Tang Huan would get angry again, and added in a serious manner: "This way the input is faster."

Tang Huan: "..."

It was clear that he was the one who was vented.

Probably the punishment last time had an effect. After kissing him, Yan Fei looked cautious, and even wiped his lips with his thumb, "Are you angry?"

Tang Huan gave him a cold look, got up and wiped his mouth, and then looked at the blood stains on his body, but as soon as he lowered his head, Yan Fei gave him a cleansing technique with a wink.

"... "

Tang Huan glanced over again, and saw Yan Fei's eyelashes drooping, and the corners of her lips pursed, awkwardly like a child who did something wrong, waiting for his punishment.

But the blackness between the brows really receded, and his complexion looked a lot better.

...this damn fantasy.

In the final analysis, it was because he was distracted and input spiritual energy indiscriminately, which impacted the balance of breath in Yan Fei's body, otherwise this guy wouldn't have kissed him suddenly.

Tang Huan didn't bother with him this time, but warned solemnly: "I don't like people kissing me casually."

Yan Fei seemed a little surprised by his tolerance, sat up from the bed, and asked in confusion: "I am the palace lord's male favourite, why is it considered casual? Isn't the palace lord also so close to other people?"

While speaking, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly grabbed Tang Huan's wrist.

Tang Huan tried hard to shake off.Yan Fei held on tightly, and even berated him in a low voice: "Don't move."

The shiny fingertips slowly slid across the bruises on the wrist, paused for a moment, injected a few bursts of spiritual energy, and soon, the skin became as white as jade.

Just came out of the Xuanbing Pond yesterday, and the coldness in Yan Fei's body had not yet dissipated, so the input spiritual energy was also cold, but it just rightly relieved the burning pain on her wrist.

Immediately, Yan Fei swept over Tang Huan carefully, and slapped him on the shoulder again, with a slight tone of voice: "They hurt you so much, you can get close to them, but not me?"

"... "

One is the bruise pinched by Xie Xuan, and the other is the scratch under the tip of Ji Yao's claw.

Because of the one after another, if Yan Fei didn't mention it, Tang Huan would have ignored this little injury.

Yan Fei's complexion became paler after the spiritual energy was injected into him, and the internal injuries were filled with external injuries. He looked like a piece of exquisite but fragile porcelain.

In contrast, Tang Huan turned back into that intact piece of beautiful jade.

Tang Huan's eyes turned around between the two, pursed his lips, and then looked at the blood that had unknowingly flowed to the coffin, his expression was stiff, and his tone was also stiff: "It's casual to kiss without authorization, besides, who said that I will kiss you with them?" close?"

Yan Fei didn't change his face and said: "From what Hufa Xiao heard, when others inspected the palace master's sea of ​​consciousness, their behavior was very friendly."

Tang Huan's eyes widened, and he got close when he wanted to say something, but suddenly he remembered how he grabbed Ji Yao's ear and touched it around, his voice twitched on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed it back in embarrassment.

...It can't be said that he didn't regard Ji Yao as a person at all, could he?

As an ordinary young man in an ordinary world, Tang Huan really has no idea about the monster race. In this regard, he is very similar to Xiao Changli. He thinks that they are just small animals, and becoming a spirit can't change the nature of animals.

In modern society, some dogs are smarter than humans, and the smart ones can crowdfund to take the college entrance examination, so they are still puppies.

But there's no need to explain to Yan Fei that there are so many people in the original owner's harem, it's not just whoever you want to get close to.

Tang Huan's expression suddenly became very indifferent, and the original owner's persona said: "I can get close to whoever I like to be close to. You can take care of me a lot. If you are jealous, go back to Shuiyuezong! "

Hearing this, Yan Fei's face darkened, and she suddenly stopped talking.

He sat on the bed, a large amount of blood flowed out from the open wound, but the other person was pale in contrast to the blood color, and the coffin seemed to be covered with puddles of blood, which was shocking to see.

Tang Huan wanted to infuse him with spiritual energy to stop the bleeding, but Yan Fei gently pushed his hand away this time.

"I'm fine, Palace Mistress, let's go back." Yan Fei said, then stepped out of bed and went to the courtyard with bloodstains winding all the way.

Tang Huan was stunned for a moment, it was hard not to suspect that he was playing hard to get, but after following him out, he saw Yan Fei jumping into the spirit pool again, and a red flower of blood burst out of the clear spring water in an instant.

That figure turned its back to Tang Huan, the red clothes were stained with blood, and stood upright.Just like him, he was obviously born on the back of the world, and he was just independent from the world, but he was obsessed with becoming a fairy and becoming a fairy.

Yan Fei said coldly: "Since the palace master only wants to be close to others, then go find someone else."

Tang Huan: "...Oh."

So Tang Huan left.

After he left, in the spirit pond.

Yan Fei didn't seem to feel the outflow of blood, looking thoughtfully at the black line on her fingertips.

The Lord of Changhuan Palace had no defense against Ji Yao and the others, but was only afraid of avoiding him. Even if he was an enemy of the righteous way, he wanted to take him back, but after he was taken back, there was no movement. To his death.

Very strange.

Weirdly, Yan Fei felt that Tang Huan should have already discovered his identity.

When he entered the breath for the second time, Tang Huan must have noticed something, but he didn't mention it just now.

With her fingers submerged in the water again, Yan Fei closed her eyes to heal her wounds, silently remembering.

Tang Huan had never been out of Changhuan Valley, so it was impossible to sense the devilish energy in him just by taking pictures. It should have been exposed the night he came to Changhuan Palace, so Tang Huan fled without touching him.

As for how Tang Huan lost his memory later, it is temporarily unknown.

"So I found out." Yan Fei murmured softly, so Xiao Changli also noticed it, why did he leave the valley, and why didn't he kill him at that time.

After an inexplicable heavy blow, Xiao Changli only told him that everything was just the beginning.

Yan Fei didn't think so.

He looked down at the big hole in his chest, there was no blood in his eyes, only empty indifference.

If this level is the beginning, it would have started long ago.

...

After walking out of Fengxian Cave Mansion, Tang Huan was stunned for a while. Even after reading the original book, he couldn't figure out what the villain was thinking.

Since soaking in the pool can also heal injuries, it means that at least he won't die. Tang Huan has sympathy, but it is not to the extent of sacrificing himself for others and dying, so he left Yan Fei alone and went to find ways to improve his strength.

In integrity and strength, he wanted to have both.

If he lives in this world for a long time, the original owner's secret method of double cultivation is obviously not suitable for him, and he can't stop practicing until he understands the secret method.

Tang Huan took out the original owner's natal magic weapon, the Dementing Soul Bell. This thing confuses people's minds and creates illusions. It does not require physical fitness, but it consumes the sea of ​​consciousness extremely, and requires a strong control over the consciousness.

Tang Huan fiddled with it for a while, then threw it back in disgust.

The protagonist in this book uses a sword, and the big villain also uses a sword. The author almost engraved that way on the cover. How could he continue to go astray? Pick it up again, fellow practitioners, and leave it behind.

Although the original owner didn't use a sword, there is no shortage of swords in the mustard space. A few days ago, Tang Huan accidentally found a low-grade ice-attribute rapier, which was just right for him.

Before the ice in Wuhuan Cave Mansion had melted, Tang Huan went to Xiuzhuyuan to spend the night. After searching, he found several books on kendo skills and stuffed them all into the mustard space. He thought about going to the human race tomorrow. Prince, when the time comes, ask him which ones are suitable for him to practice.

Although many things happened during the day, after nightfall, Tang Huan was still reluctant to rest. After practicing for several hours, he suddenly thought of Xiao Changli, and he stopped for a while, feeling restless.

Once Xiao Changli left, no one whispered in his ears, and the days were actually a bit boring.

If you are bored, you have to have some fun. Tang Huan went to the Spirit Pond to look at the fish that was about to transform into shape for a while, then snapped a few newly grown lotus seeds, walked around twice and returned to the house, his eyes fixed on the puppet in the corner superior.

It turns out that nothing beats curiosity.

The puppet facing the wall was turned again by Tang Huan. He struggled with that face for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, opened the puppet's mouth, and stuffed two spirit stones in.

He wants to see how advanced the "technology" in the cultivation world is!

Tang Huan held his breath and stared at the puppet without blinking. After a few seconds, maybe more than ten seconds, the pair of peach blossom eyes flickered slightly, and then went out again soon.

... Not enough spirit stones?

Tang Huan murmured that it was a waste of money, gently opened its mouth, and stuffed another spirit stone into it, but unexpectedly its soft lips closed suddenly, engulfing his finger.

"!"

At that moment, Tang Huan had a strong sense of substitution, he quickly withdrew his hand, and slapped "Yan Fei" with his backhand!

Again and again and again, he won't be repeatedly...

"...Ah." No.

Tang Huan belatedly said 'Ah', the puppet was too similar to himself...he had a stress reflex unconsciously.

The puppet Yan Fei was slapped so that his face was turned sideways. After a while, he turned around slowly and called out dully: "Tang Huan."

Tang Huan was embarrassed...how could he still talk.

He was a little panicked, worried that the original owner frantically stuffed someone's soul into the puppet for the sake of realism, but after several experiments, the puppet seemed to only be able to say these two words.

"Tang Huan."

It's like a repeater.

Thinking of the intelligent robots in modern society, Tang Huan took a few steps back and tried to order the puppet: "Come here."

The puppet couldn't blink, and looked at him stupidly for a while, then moved closer.The steps are like zombies, but they can really walk.

Tang Huan's eyes widened, and he walked around the puppet several times. When the novelty of the cultivation world gradually disappeared, his curiosity was aroused again.

No wonder the original owner didn't practice when he was alone, so he was engaged in scientific research!

Amazing!

The more he looked at the puppet's workmanship, the more Tang Huan couldn't help admiring the original owner. Even if Yan Fei stood next to the puppet, if he didn't blink, he might not be able to tell which one was real.

Tang Huan: "Sit down."

The puppet turned around blankly and sat down on the nearest chair.

Tang Huan: "Jump."

The puppet jumped up on the spot like a spring, but it was not very good at bending its legs.

Tang Huan: "Hold your head."

This time the puppet didn't move, a look of confusion flashed across its delicate face, and then it walked straight towards Tang Huan.

Tang Huan: "?"

The puppet was getting closer and closer, his bloodless face always looked a little gloomy at night, Tang Huan subconsciously stepped back, backed up against the wall, and the puppet was so close that it blocked his road.

Tang Huan panicked: "Wait...back...stop!"

He meant hugging his head, not bumping his head!

Seeing Yan Fei's big face approaching, realizing that the command might not be interrupted midway, Tang Huan closed his eyes and bowed his head, ready to sacrifice his forehead, but... the expected bumping of the head did not happen.

Same face, different temperature.

The puppet "Yan Fei" suddenly opened his arms and embraced him, and whispered in his ear in a daze.

"Tang Huan."

The author has something to say: One day, Tang Huan came to the pond of Xiuzhuyuan to watch the fish again, and suddenly a small frog jumped out of the pond.

The little frog took two men and asked him: "Here is a beautiful scheming old Gong, and a beautiful fool husband, which one do you want?"

Tang Huan smiled contemptuously: "No, I want a harem!"