Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Lord Lingyun's question made everyone look at Feng Zhiyi at the same time.

A look of sorrow flashed across the latter's face. He paused before speaking, "The place where my uncle was devoured by the raccoon monster left behind the scent of Mingjian grass."

Everyone was stunned. Mingjian Grass?

Is it the scam grass that is said to help one comprehend the sword intent after eating it, but only one out of every five hundred people can succeed, and is always guarded by powerful monsters above the fusion stage?

Feng Qingcheng has already mastered the sword intent, so why would he need that thing? It must be for his brother Feng Qingjue whose sword intent was contaminated one day.

That's a demon beast in the fusion stage, how dare Feng Qingcheng?

Everyone couldn't help but respect him. In the world of cultivation, family ties were always shallow, and no one expected Feng Qingcheng to go to such lengths for his brother.

What a kind and passionate person this is.

It’s a pity that not only did he lose a bright future, but he also lost his life.

Sad, lamentable, and respectable.

No wonder Feng Qingjue looked so sad every time he heard his brother's name.

Yi Chi silently ate melon seeds. Chi Li sighed, "I wonder what Feng Qingjue is doing in the middle of the night?"

Hmm? Right?

……

within the screen.

Just before Feng Qingjue's gaze swept over him, Zhu Jiu quickly extinguished the candle, hooked Feng Zhiyi's neck and pressed him down.

The two men bent their upper bodies towards each other, lying face to face, with their cheeks pressed against the imperial wooden table.

The distance between their faces was only a finger's length.

The first impression they got on each other's lips.

Looking from above, it seems that Zhu Jiu is holding Feng Zhiyi's head and forcing him to have sex with her.

The faint fragrance flows in the narrow space, intoxicating people.

They both froze as they used their eyes to trace each other's soft lips at such a close distance.

Feng Zhiyi blushed uncontrollably and looked at Zhu Jiu expectantly. Her clear starry eyes were tinged with an ambiguous haze, clearly saying: I do, don't pity me.

Zhu Jiu: “…”

She can kiss three of these fresh and delicious little boys to death at a time.

Boy, it’s a good thing that your ancestor Zhu Jiu had a strong sense of morality and couldn’t bear to harm the young Jiuyou, humph.

Zhu Jiu tried hard to suppress the heat on his face, thought about it for a while, and then withdrew his hand from the other person's hair.

Unexpectedly, just when he had collected half of it, the young man in front of him pursed his lips, stretched out his long arm to take Zhu Jiu's arm, and brought the man behind the screen and squatted next to him.

"Zhiyi, are you awake?" A very light voice sounded faintly outside the barrier.

It’s Feng Qingjue.

It doesn't look like a question, but more like a test to see if the person is awake.

Feng Zhiyi was inexplicably nervous and opened his mouth to speak, but Zhu Jiu covered his mouth with his hand, hinting wildly with his eyes: Don't say anything.

The two of them were close to each other, and her profile looked soft and beautiful under the dim light.

Without even saying a word, Feng Zhiyi is willing to give his life.

So Feng Qingjue screamed outside for a long time but no one paid any attention to him.

After a while, Feng Zhiyi blinked and signaled that his father was leaving.

Zhu Jiu let go of his hand and asked, "Aren't we inside the barrier? Why are we hiding?"

Feng Zhiyi's eyes flickered as he asked, "Aren't we inside the barrier? Why are we still lying on the table?"

As we all know, people outside cannot see what is happening inside the barrier.

"..." Zhu Jiu was silent.

Maybe it was because I sneaked into someone else's room in the middle of the night and accidentally touched the boy's abdominal muscles, so I was a little nervous.

Zhu Jiu would certainly not admit her own stupid behavior. She was justified and said, "Your father is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Maybe he can see through the barrier!"

Feng Zhiyi did not argue with Zhu Jiu. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at Zhu Jiu suspiciously and asked, "How did you get in through my barrier?"

Zhu Jiu: "...I have plenty of strength and means."

She pulled him up and climbed through the window, "What is your father doing in the middle of the night? Come on, follow him and take a look."

Feng Zhiyi knew the mystery of this person. From the first moment he looked into her eyes, he knew that she was not as delicate as she looked.

In fact, everything that happened in the past two days was beyond his expectations. She was like a bottomless pool that attracted him all the time.

So Feng Zhiyi, injured, went with Zhu Jiu to follow his father.

……

Offscreen.

Everyone: Oh my, I never thought there would be such after-sales service.

Look at the worthless and brainless sword master.

While there is no one around, I'll take a sly look at the Evil Emperor and the Sword Immortal with my perverse values.

Ji Qi beat the gongs and drums to greet them: "Very good, our "Evil Sword Immortal" Xipi has gradually gained recognition from the masses."

Everyone: What is Xipi?

While I was wondering, I heard a violent cough.

Yi Chi slowed down, tensed his face, and said calmly, "It's okay, you guys continue."

She was convinced that this little brat was really something.

Ji Qi was very nervous: "What's the matter, beauty, do you have any opinion on this Xipi name?"

Zhu Jiu just kept shaking her head. It had nothing to do with her and what opinion could she have?

She tried to calm down the fire, "Third Master, as a party to the case, do you have anything to say?"

Feng Zhiyi had the foresight to hide under an umbrella and kept silent, but no one let him go.

Wenren Sejue took out an oil-paper umbrella from somewhere and tore it into pieces, smiling happily.

"Why is Zhiyi silent? Did someone cover his mouth?"

Chu Yi looked at her coldly, his poison was shocking, "With such a fair body, I don't think Chunyanlou needs any more courtesans. If Zhiyi is the first, who dares to be the second?"

Cangjie sat on a chair made of interwoven bitter flowers, and he continued to laugh as he loved to laugh.

"Third Brother, if you are not good at barrier technique, then concentrate on practicing it. How can you make progress if you think about women all day long?"

The Moon is a ruthless ice man: "Dirty and shameless."

Mo Huaizun was silent.

Ji Qi: "Don't look at him, he has status, others don't."

What kind of identity? A proper Taoist couple identity~~~

Everyone: "..." Should he be happy?

Anyway, no matter what, the "Evil Sword Immortal" CP has been successfully released.

……

within the screen.

On the way, Zhu Jiu also asked about the Mingjian Grass, and seemed to be thinking about something after listening.

Both of them are not ordinary cultivators, so it is easy for them to track down an ordinary Nascent Soul.

They were getting closer and closer to Chunyan Tower until they stopped at the top of the eaves.

Zhu Jiu fell into deep thought. No way, Feng Qingjue seemed such a gentle person on the surface, but he also secretly visited a brothel in the middle of the night?

What should she say when she catches him cheating in bed with Feng Zhiyi?

As soon as Feng Zhiyi saw her subtle expression, he shook his head firmly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, my father must have just come to Uncle Zhang to discuss something."

Zhu Jiu was stunned: “????”

What the hell is this idea?

Zhu Jiu cried to death. Feng Zhiyi even thought about the relationship between his father and that old man Zhang Jiji, but he never thought that his father was unfaithful to his mother!

Feng Zhiyi said confidently, "My mother and my father were childhood sweethearts. Back then, my father didn't care about my mother's mortal status and wanted to marry her."

"Later, my mother died of a congenital deficiency while giving birth to me. My father was so sad that he didn't smile for a year."

"Uncle Zhang has advised me many times over the years and I have no interest in women. It is impossible for me to come here for that."

Zhu Jiu couldn't help but nod his head. It was rare in the world of cultivation for a cultivator to marry a mortal, let alone the lord of a city. It was obvious that the other party was indeed deeply in love with him.

As they said this, they saw Feng Qingjue kick his legs and leave the roof of Chunyan Tower and rush towards the city gate.

Two people: "..."

So they discussed for a long time but ended up with nothing.

Just a feint, right?