Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Ji Xingyun wanted to say hello to Fengyang, but he raised his hands, and the ruffled sleeves froze his smile on his face.

Thin white fingers turned in mid-air, and then blocked his face.

Ji Xingyun's clothes fluttered, and he walked in a hurry, with a goose-yellow veil on the corners of the fluttering clothes, but the expression hidden under the palm of his hand could hardly conceal the shock.

How could it be Fengyang?

Fengyang actually came to look for him? !

How did he find the Demon Realm Center?

Is it just him, or with others?

A series of questions lingered in his mind, bright question marks lit up one after another, and Ji Xingyun had to work very hard to ignore them.

If Fengyang had appeared earlier, Ji Xingyun could still recognize him.

But it was a coincidence for him to come. Not only is he dressed up as a girl, but he has also applied a lot of rouge and gouache on his face. In the mirror, he also looks like a delicate young girl, and he really can't see half of his previous appearance.

With him like this, how could he tell Fengyang that he was the person he was looking for.

Whether Fengyang believes it or not is the second priority, Ji Xingyun can't get over the hurdle in his heart.

But this matter was really a last resort, if it wasn't for avoiding Xie Zhiwei, he wouldn't have to suffer this kind of grievance...

If Fengyang finds out...

Where is the face of the chief disciple of Guiyi sect?

The demeanor he maintained for so long, the demeanor he pretended to be deep and cool, and his reliable image in Fengyang's heart were all destroyed in one fell swoop?

Although Ji Xingyun didn't care much about the progress of the mission in this world, but in the end, he still didn't want to destroy his glorious image in the heart of his junior.

He hopes that he will always be a reliable and stable senior brother in Fengyang's eyes, instead of the current contrasting...

He muttered in his heart that he couldn't see me, couldn't see me, and walked faster and faster.

The moment the two passed by, Ji Xingyun still couldn't hold back his curiosity and peeked through his fingers...

The red-clothed boy's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he couldn't see his expression, but his eyes were very gentle looking at the portrait in his hand, and the gentle friendship that emerged from his eyes seemed to stretch for thousands of miles.

He stretched out his hand to gently brush the face of the boy in the painting, but as if touched by something, his fingers curled up slightly.

He smiled slightly: "Then thank you sister first."

At this glance, Ji Xingyun dared not recognize it.

If it wasn't for the fact that this person had the same face and voice as Feng Yang, Ji Xingyun really wouldn't have recognized that such a polite and humble young man would be Feng Yang.

I still remember the first time he saw Fengyang, the young man had pretty eyes but was full of ruthlessness, he was spoiled by a pampered temper, and he came all the way to the school to trouble Qin Gui, obviously only brought a follower, but Walked out of the momentum of thousands of troops.

When he disagreed with each other, he wanted to fight, but Ji Xingyun stopped him.

The two of them... they don't even know each other.

Feng Yang didn't know what he had experienced, he was far from arrogant and self-willed as before, and his conversation was very polite and decent.

It's like being a different person.

Ji Xingyun couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Feng Yang stared at the past as if aware of it, the corners of his lips were pressed flat, with a bit of displeasure at being watched.

The warning eyes cast over him met a pair of exceptionally lustrous light-colored pupils.

Because Fengyang turned his head quickly, the distance between the two was a bit too close.

With just a glance, he could see the "woman"'s smooth and white skin comparable to fine enamel, the slightly overflowing red lipstick, and the fair and slender neck... He didn't dare to look any further.

Fengyang's breathing became disordered for a moment.

Feng Yang unnaturally dodges his sight from the familiarity and the stunning look.

His heart was beating extremely fast, as if it was about to pop out of his throat in the next moment.

The speed of the spiritual power in the whole body accelerated, and under the violent ups and downs of emotions, Fengyang's eyes turned dark red in a blink of an eye.

This time, it made him look more like a pure-blood magic cultivator.

The "woman" seemed startled by his sudden change, she let out a small exclamation, revealing her smooth white teeth.

"She" covered her face in a panic, and ran away in a hurry. Because she moved too fast, when she reached the door, she slipped on the sole of her foot and almost fell down. Feng Yang was terrified.

The beautiful "girl" carried a faint sweet breath, which lingered in the air, like the scent of flowers, and also like the smell of sweet candy.

It is easy for people to relax their tense minds and think of beautiful and bright things. Even the dirty air seems to be much fresher.

The tip of Fengyang's nose moved a few times, and he always felt that he had smelled this fragrance somewhere before, and the feeling of familiarity in his heart was even more familiar than before. Looking at the slender and soft figure of the "woman", his brows became more and more wrinkled.

There is always a feeling of loss and panic that something has been missed by him in his heart, prompting him to hold on to something firmly, otherwise, he will miss the precious treasure.

Feng Yang gritted his teeth, feeling a strange and strong premonition.

The clansmen with the blood of the phoenix will never ignore the spiritual thoughts bestowed by the heavens. This is the mercy and gift of the heavens to the increasingly endangered beast clan, and it will guide them in the direction of their progress when the six gods have no master.

To put it bluntly, I just want to find a reason and excuse for myself to catch up.

After only a moment of entanglement, Feng Yang chased after the figure that made him flustered.

Ji Xingyun ran all the way for a long distance, so nervous that he forgot to use his spiritual power, he was panting and short of breath, and his long hair from his temples floated in front of his eyes, blocking his sight.

He casually hid his hair behind his ears, slowed down a little, and looked back from time to time to see if Fengyang realized that it was wrong to chase after him.

Ji Xingyun couldn't help but feel lucky that the red figure that was as warm as the morning sun did not appear in the field of vision.

But before the joy of getting away was revealed on the surface, Ji Xingyun bumped into someone with a bang.

The muscles in the man's chest were very hard, which made Ji Xingyun dizzy for a while, and the excessive impact made him unstable and fell backwards.

The person in front of him didn't seem to expect such a development, he reached out and grabbed Ji Xingyun's sleeve.

The crisp sound of tearing silk was loud and piercing, Ji Xingyun didn't continue to fall, half of his goose-yellow fluffy sleeves were torn, revealing a small white wrist.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

Feng Yang turned pale with shock, he loosened his fingers for a moment and then held them tightly the next moment, a thick spiritual force fell behind Ji Xingyun's back and dragged him up.

There was also a piece of broken sleeve in his hand, which was soft and delicate to the touch, as thin as a cicada's wing, and it sucked on his fingers clearly.

He stared at this small piece of fabric in silence for a long time, then raised a red face, "This... this girl, I didn't mean it, I'm really sorry, sorry, sorry."

He couldn't stop bending over to apologize, his face was flushed, and he stuttered, looking very guilty.

Seeing Feng Yang so at a loss, Ji Xingyun's original embarrassment calmed down strangely.

As long as he doesn't recognize his identity, then everything is easy to say.

He stretched out his hand, trying to pull back the broken cloth in Fengyang's hand, but he remained motionless for a while.He frowned, and with a little more effort, he pulled it back.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Feng Yang stepped forward and stopped him: "Girl stay."

Ji Xingyun forced himself to suppress the urge to run away, he closed his eyes with a cold expression.

Feng Yang opened his lips, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "I think the girl looks very familiar, have we met somewhere...Maybe I have a bad memory and forgot about the girl."

"Ah yes, my name is Fengyang, I'm Gui..." He paused, then added with great difficulty: "I'm a demon cultivator."

A deep meaning flashed across Ji Xingyun's eyes.

Don't pretend I didn't catch it, you wanted to say Guiyizong at first, right?

Put away your dignified and dignified posture, how could you be so careless when you came to the enemy's territory.

When he said Moxiu, he squeezed out two words between his teeth, and he gritted his teeth so reluctantly that anyone with eyes could tell that he was insincere.

In terms of distinguishing between good and evil, Xin Wucheng Mansion has not changed at all.

Like a child who can't grow up, all emotions are on the face.

The author says:

I'm stuck, I'll update another chapter tonight (づ●─●)づ