After wearing a book, I fell in love with an old man in the fairy world

"Disciple, disciple..."

The misty gray mist lingered, and the spiritual power on his body was forbidden to be used. Ji Changfeng looked around in a panic and shouted.

The people around are gone, all the people are gone, only the misty gray fog remains.

Where is his apprentice? Where is his apprentice?where is this place?How is his disciple now?

Ji Changfeng was anxious. He knew how clever his disciple was, but no matter how clever he was, he couldn't resist when confronted with absolute power. This misty gray fog was so weird that even he was trapped. How can it be much better than his situation.

If he had known that this trip to the secret realm would turn out like this, he would never have brought his disciple in, no matter how pitifully his disciple begged, nothing would be as important as his disciple...

Ji Changfeng wandered around in the mist anxiously. He didn't know how long he had been wandering around. When he was about to go crazy, the mist finally dissipated.

In front of you is a valley full of singing birds and fragrant flowers. The breeze blows and the fragrance bursts out, like a paradise.

What is this place?Is it an illusion or what?

Ji Changfeng couldn't tell for sure, because his spiritual power was sealed all over his body now, just like ordinary people, and he couldn't feel it at all. He could only hold back his temper and walk forward to see what was going on.

Suddenly there seemed to be a desperate cry from a distance.

"Changfeng...Changfeng...why, why are you so cruel, you clearly know that she doesn't love you, you know...For her one word, you turn around and leave, where did you abandon me..."

"Changfeng, Changfeng, can you come back... I have nothing, I only have you, can you come back, you said, you will stay with me for the rest of your life, why do you say nothing..."

That voice was extremely familiar, and that voice filled my heart with sadness.

It's the apprentice, it's his apprentice crying, it's the apprentice calling him!

Ji Changfeng anxiously followed the direction of the sound, and soon saw an elegant and quiet bamboo house in the valley. On the stone bench in front of the bamboo house sat a beautiful man in red.

The other party was drunk and drank cup after cup of strong wine. It seemed that only the paralysis of strong wine could temporarily relieve the troubles of sadness, but the tears at the corners of his eyes were so clear, and the name of his beloved was called intermittently in his mouth...

Seeing this scene, Ji Changfeng felt heart-piercing pain for no reason, as well as deep remorse and shame.

"Xixian, I'm back..."

I wanted to call him Tuer, but somehow it became this sentence, Ji Changfeng's throat choked up.

But it was this voice, like a stream of clear water that suddenly sobered the drunken person up, and the other party raised his head to look at him. After a short period of twilight, his eyes revealed an indescribably joyful light, rendering that gorgeous and dazzling face so heart-pounding.

"Changfeng..."

The red lips parted slightly, and the person in the red dress fluttered, watching him and weeping with joy.

"I'm back, Xixian, I'm back."

Ji Changfeng couldn't help but came over, hugged him, resting his chin on the top of his soft hair, only this sentence was repeated in his mind, and he only wanted to say this sentence.

It seems that this is something he has longed for for a long time...

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On the other side, Yan Xiu was also looking for it in the mist.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the gray fog disappeared. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the small bamboo house in Biyun Peak where he lived. Everything in the secret realm disappeared, and everyone was gone.

Yan Xiu knew very well that this must be an illusion. The chaos that suddenly appeared was inhaled by them before, and all of them should have been drawn into the illusion.

I don't know if this illusion is too powerful, or it is really just a simple illusion. He has not felt the crisis for the time being.

He quietly observed the surroundings, guarding against danger, but for a long time, the surroundings were still quiet and peaceful.

Just when he was strange and suspicious, someone suddenly appeared behind him and hugged his waist.

Yan Xiu was about to swing his sword to attack almost instantly, but the next moment a familiar voice made him stop, his body stiffened,

"Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

With an extremely familiar voice and calling tone, he can guess who it is without even looking at his appearance.

Looking back, it was indeed someone he knew well, Junior Brother Yue.

Junior Brother Yue was hugging his waist, raised his head slightly and smiled brightly at him, his smiling eyes were full of water.

This is something he has thought about in his heart countless times in the past ten years, and he has never seen his junior brother smile at him like this for ten years.

Such a bright smile, Junior Brother Yue can only have when facing Elder Feng.

Yan Xiu quietly looked at the person in front of him, he knew that this must be a change from the illusion, he should push it away, maybe the other person would swing a sword at him and kill him in the next moment.

But he couldn't do it, the delicate hands on his waist were like the strongest iron chains in the world imprisoning his actions.

He didn't move, but the person in front of him smiled and changed his position, wrapping his arms around his neck.

The face is close to him, and the tip of his nose is close to the tip of his nose, warm breath blows over, intertwined with him, burning hot, laughing,

"Senior brother, why don't you talk? Today, master and senior sister are married, and I managed to sneak in to find you. Senior brother, I miss you so much, why don't you come to see me..."

Junior Brother Yue looked at him, his figure was reflected in his bright eyes, he said with an ambiguous smile that he missed him.

The cold tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose, and there was a sultry fragrance in the entanglement of his breath.

"Brother, I miss you every day, do you miss me? Brother, tell me, Xi Xian misses you so much..."

Soft fingers slid from his face to his chest, lingering on them.

Yan Xiu's heart almost stopped beating.

He knew that he should push the person away, the illusion was confusing him, but he couldn't do it at all, he even put his hands on the back of his junior uncontrollably, pulling the person a little closer to him, and his breath was almost entwined .

Such an intimate act made the younger brother blush, but none of them let go.

The younger brother clasped his hands on his shoulders and leaned close to him, with a playful smile on his flushed face,

"Brother, you always say that I have no rules, but what are you doing now..."

Yan Xiu stared at the swaying lips and his throat felt thirsty, his hands tightened his grip on him, he couldn't speak, he didn't know what he was doing.

Until his lips felt soft and nibbled, and then he met those clear eyes, he was already sinking and unable to extricate himself...

"Brother Yan, I like you...you like me."

His shadow was in Junior Brother Yue's eyes, his smile was bright and touching.

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At the same time, Lian Mourn's side also fell into the illusion created by the fog.

At this moment, he was standing in a gorgeous bedroom with black lines all over his head.

The entire bedroom is very luxurious, the theme is black, and the decoration is not complicated. The layers of veils in front are surrounded by a big bed carved with ancient beasts. Through the thin veils, two intertwined Tangled silhouette.

Panting sounds came from inside, like pain or pleasure, plus occasional ambiguous sounds, anyone could guess what was going on on the other side of the veil.

This scene is not unusual for Lian Mourning. In the past, the environment in the apocalypse was simple and the morals were open, so it has long been no surprise.

The black lines on his head are the voice dialogue from the opposite veil...

"Wuuu, no more, no more, Yan, let me go, I'm dying, um... ah..."

"Let it go? Who was the person who provoked the eyes of men everywhere? This deity tells you that from now on, if you dare to think of other men besides this deity, this deity will lock you up and make you unable to get out of bed for the rest of your life." ..."

"Wuwu, I was wrong, I shouldn't provoke others, you, you are my man, um... light... light... it hurts, it's too big... woo"

Begging for mercy was pathetic, but it was of no use at all.

……

Lian Mou listened to the picture and sound in front of him, his temples throbbed, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the urge to pull a certain man out of his mind and beat him up, what is this monster thinking!

With a strange tone, he smiled at the man in his head,

"Hehe, Yan? Hehe, locked up and unable to get out of bed? Hehe, I really can't see it, it's hidden deep enough, senior..."

A certain devil in the sea of ​​consciousness was sweating on his head, feeling guilty, and pretended to be calm, "This is a trap created by the illusion, sow dissension!"

"Isn't the illusion created based on the most longing and deeply buried things in people's hearts? Feng Yan, you have lied to me for so long and still think so beautifully. Why don't you go to heaven, huh?"

Lian Mourn's eyes were unclear, and his smile was evil.

"..."

Unprepared to be revealed his identity, and even dug out the secret of the heart, a certain devil burst into tears.

Originally, he planned to return to his body to give the Yaonan a surprise, but now he is only surprised. Logically speaking, if this illusion is to be released, the Yaonan should be released. Unexpectedly, it is so powerful. To him hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Forget about his identity, other secrets... Cough cough, he just thinks about it occasionally, and now he will let Yaonan see it. With Yaonan's character, his future may be gloomy!Fu Gang is in trouble!

What kind of illusion is this? He still has many other secrets that he can release. For example, he also knows many secret exercises. For example, how he killed the old demon king back then, for example...

For example, stabilize your mind now and stop thinking about it!

Feng Yan was sad and silent in his heart, and tried his best to restrain his thoughts. Illusions are created to confuse people based on the nightmares that people desire. As long as the mind is stable enough, the illusions will naturally break down.

Fortunately, he is now hiding in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his perception of illusion is limited.

As he stabilized his mind, the lively and fragrant picture and the bedroom in front of him slowly disappeared, and the gray mist returned. After a short pause, the gray fog changed again, and a new illusion appeared.

This time it was a house, the layout was a bit strange, but Feng Yan guessed it should be a house.

Unlike the wooden, bamboo, or stone houses he had seen, this house did not know what materials were used to build it, and its appearance and layout were very strange.

If Feng Yan was a modern person, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this is clearly a modern two-bedroom house, and Feng Yan saw a picture of another world.

The house is a bit shabby, but the decor is warm and there is a vivid portrait on the wall.

It was a beautiful and gentle woman and a delicate little boy with a bright smile. They looked somewhat similar. They should be mother and child, and they might also be the owner of the house.

As if to confirm his guess, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Mourning, are you home? Open the door and see what brother Ye Ming brought you today..."

After the voice finished, Feng Yan felt that the soul of the person bound to him with the primordial spirit seemed to tremble suddenly, and his body became stiff.

Then he saw a teenager coming out of the back room.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance, and he opened the door with an expectant smile on his pale and sickly face.

The other party's appearance was unfamiliar, but those penetrating eyes were very familiar.

Illusions are created based on the deepest desires and deep burials in people's hearts. This is not his illusion, that is Xian'er's... But why are the people in it different?

Seeing the pale and sickly young man named 'Mourning' passing by, Feng Yan held his breath and his heart stopped beating.