You worship me, I will soar

Song Fu showed some suspicion this time, held Feng Ling'er without moving, and asked: "Then why did this Phoenix run away when it saw you?"

Feng Ling'er glanced at him, she learned to be smart this time.

Seeing that they couldn't fool him, the two men didn't talk nonsense, they just kept approaching, trying to snatch Feng Ling'er away.

Song Fu hugged Feng Ling'er and kept backing away, the two men suddenly smiled.

Song Fu looked back suspiciously, only to realize that he had retreated into an empty alley, and there was no way out behind him.

One of the men directly punched him and said, "Hurry up and hand over Phoenix to us honestly."

Song Fu covered the corner of his mouth with a firm expression, and said: "Impossible, you are not like his master at all, I don't allow you to hurt him."

The man punched him again, and said viciously, "You don't know anything."

Feng Ling'er was protected in her arms, feeling extremely anxious, suddenly remembered the bells on her feet, and immediately shook them desperately.

The other three people looked at the bell on his feet for no reason, and the next moment a white light flashed, the two men were knocked down to the ground, and Mo Xun fell down in black clothes.

Before Song Fu could see Mo Xun's face clearly, his hand was empty, and Feng Ling'er had already fallen into Mo Xun's arms.

Feng Ling'er's expression relaxed, and she hugged Mo Xun reassuringly, calming her frightened little heart.

Seeing Mo Xun who suddenly fell from the sky, the two men were so frightened that their whole bodies trembled, their faces turned pale, and they scrambled and ran away.

Mo Xun instantly transformed into three big black dogs and chased after them.

Song Fu also fell down on the ground in fright, pointed at Mo Xun and said repeatedly: "You you you you you..."

Feng Ling'er flew over and patted his hand away.

Song Fu watched Feng Ling'er slowly calm down, rubbed his chest, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "My lord is polite, I'm Song Fu."

Mo Xun said softly: "Thank you so much today, young master. You will surely have good fortune in the future. When we meet again, I'm afraid I should say congratulations."

Song Fu only thought he was being polite, scratched his head and smiled.

Feng Ling'er originally wanted to find a chance to thank Song Fu, but Mo Xun said that there should be a chance to meet again, so it's not too late to thank Song Fu until then.

Mo Xun's figure flickered, and when Song Fu looked up again, there was no one in sight, even Feng Ling'er was gone.

Although surprised, Song Fu was not worried this time. Seeing Feng Ling'er lying comfortably in Mo Xun's arms just now, he should be familiar.

Mo Xun took Feng Ling'er down on the street not far away, slapped his butt hard, and said, "The spiritual power has not fully recovered, why run around?"

Feng Ling'er knew that she didn't make sense, so she hummed twice as an answer.

Mo Xun smiled silently, and said: "But knowing that ringing the bell in time is worth rewarding... Do you want to eat something before going back?"

"want!"

Feng Ling'er's eyes immediately turned into star eyes, and she looked up at him.

Mo Xun knew from his appearance that he already had a goal in mind, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Feng Ling'er answered without thinking: "Wonton stew!"

Mo Xun smiled, and happily took him to eat wonton stew.

Feng Ling'er ate two big bowls before returning to the bamboo house.

Seeing that the two had returned, Hu Yueyue glanced at Feng Ling'er lightly, and said, "I've learned to run away from home."

Feng Ling'er immediately retorted: "I didn't run away from home, I just went out for a stroll."

Mo Xun watched helplessly as the two bickered, and went into the room to drink tea alone.

Hu Yueyue suddenly approached Feng Linger's ear and asked, "Why do you hate me? Because Mo Xun treats me well, are you jealous?"

Feng Ling'er blushed, and stammered: "Why are you jealous...Nonsense!"

Seeing his reaction, Hu Yueyue couldn't help laughing, and swayed back to the bamboo table to bask in the sun.

Feng Ling'er rolled her eyes, Mo Ming felt guilty.

The apricots in the forest are ripe, and the branches are covered with gold, all of them are yellow and red.

The little phoenix and the little fox are sitting under the tree and drooling, one is delicious and the other is good wine.

Feng Ling'er is now gradually able to maintain her human form stably, her spiritual power has almost recovered, and Hu Yueyue's injury has healed, both of them have restless temperaments, so it is rare to have a temporary truce, and they have reached an agreement to make apricot wine!

Neither of them used spells, one climbed up the tree to pick it, and the other followed it under the tree.

Mo Xun studied the chess game in the gazebo, looked at the two people who were so busy, and shook his head helplessly.

There is no morning jade dew in the world, but there is sweet spring water, and the apricot wine made is still mellow.

After a busy day, the two only used spells in the final brewing to speed up the fermentation.

At night, Mo Xun cooked a table full of dishes, and the two happily served the apricot wine.

The delicious food was paired with fine wine, Feng Ling'er unconsciously drank too much, forgot the grievances for a while, put her shoulders on Hu Yueyue's shoulders, and drank one cup after another.

The faces of both of them were flushed. Mo Xun saw that they were all drunk and couldn't find their mouths while holding the wine glass, so he took the apricot wine and said, "Don't drink any more."

Feng Ling'er wanted to grab the wine glass, but was stopped by Mo Xun. Hu Yueyue took the opportunity to take a jug of wine and staggered back to her room to continue drinking secretly.

Mo Xun helped Feng Ling'er to bed to rest, and then lay down himself.

Normally, Feng Ling'er was very obedient when she slept, and when Mo Xun lay beside her, he would lean over by himself and retract his whole body into Mo Xun's arms, but today his reaction was different.

Feng Ling'er stretched out her hand to hook Mo Xun's neck, and looked at him with watery eyes, like spring water.

Mo Xun couldn't help but be attracted to approach, and asked in a low voice: "Is it uncomfortable to be drunk?"

Feng Ling'er looked at him without blinking, her flabbily tender skin was blushing.

Mo Xun felt that tonight's drunkenness kept rising, which made him unconsciously put his lips on Feng Ling'er's delicate red lips.

Feng Ling'er not only didn't push him away, but deepened the kiss, trembling and fascinated.

Mo Xun forgot his rationality and self-control for a moment, he just wanted to hug this slightly trembling little person into his arms, the wine he drank tonight seemed to have turned into a fire in his heart, igniting his reason.

When Mo Xun regained consciousness a little bit, and wanted to push Feng Linger away, Feng Linger's soft and boneless body entangled him again.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Mo Xun's eyes, but the person in his arms didn't let him think any more, and kept pestering and kissing her.

Feng Ling'er hugged him tightly, pecking and kissing him like crazy, but she didn't know how to do it, and became more and more eager.

Sweat dripped from Mo Xun's forehead. He looked down, Feng Ling'er's eyes were full of himself, her eyes were red, her cheeks were red, and her lips were also red... He couldn't bear it anymore, kissed She closed Feng Ling'er's soft mouth, and then pressed her breath heavily. The collision between the passionate two immediately ignited a fire all over the sky.

Feng Ling'er was very obedient, she let out a soft and sweet whimper of joy when she felt comfortable, and hugged Mo Xun's shoulder and sobbed softly when she was in pain.

The copper bells jingled crisply.

Infected by alcohol, it lasted all night.

The warm sunlight shone into the room, Feng Ling'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up.

After a hangover, his head hurt slightly. He rubbed his forehead and sat up. The brocade quilt slipped off, revealing his smooth shoulders. His cheeks turned red, as if blood was about to drip.

He closed his eyes as if hiding his ears, not daring to look at what was happening in front of him. When he finally gathered up a little courage, he opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw that Mo Xun had also woken up and was looking at him, with a flush on his face. An imperceptible blush.

Feng Ling'er hastily looked away, with evasive eyes, always refusing to look at Mo Xun, pinching the corner of the quilt nervously.

Mo Xun opened his mouth to say something, but Feng Linger said first: "I was drunk last night! It was an accident!"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured head-on, Mo Xun's face suddenly turned cold, and the tenderness in his eyes slowly dissipated.

After a long while, he rubbed his face, turned around and put on his clothes, and said in a low voice, "I'm going out first."

Feng Ling'er lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, waited for him to go out before getting up and getting dressed.

Feng Ling'er sniffed it secretly, and the clean smell of Mo Xun was all over his body, and he was a little reluctant to wash it off.

After getting dressed, he stretched out his head and looked outside the house, making sure that Mo Xun was not there, so he went out. His waist was a little sore, so he walked very slowly. Thinking of the reason for his backache, he couldn't help but blush again.

Hu Yueyue was still lying on the bamboo table basking in the sun, he raised his head and looked at Feng Ling'er.

Feng Ling'er's cheeks were as tender as a watered and nourished flower, and one could tell what she had experienced at a glance. Hu Yueyue bent her mouth and asked lazily, "Do you like Immortal Mo Xun?"

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