Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Sang Yanhang took a deep breath and suppressed his impatience. Although he didn't know what was wrong with him, he was sure that he wanted Feng He very much...

He wanted to drag this high and mighty immortal into the quagmire.

Such beautiful eyebrows and eyes must be even more beautiful when they are deeply immersed in lust.

After Sang Yanhang left, Feng He was alone in the warm and soft room, biting her fingers.

He looked doubtful and anxiously asked the system in his mind: "What should I do? I think what he said is true..."

[Don't worry, things will work out when we get to the bridge.]

The system was obviously no longer surprised by the abnormal physique of its host. What it said was also very Buddhist.

Feng He's mouth trembled and he couldn't speak. This damn system, why couldn't it comfort him!

Feng He climbed up onto the bed covered with silk and animal skins, trembling. He covered himself with a quilt, so that he would not be so exposed.

Feng He immediately took out the message talisman, trying to use his spiritual power to send the message like last time. But this time he found it was useless, the talisman paper seemed to have frozen.

Feng He was really panicked at this time. His mind was blank and he was at a loss.

The round nails were bitten to pieces and the beads were spinning around.

No way, if he really gets hurt here today, he will definitely kill the system when he goes back, that bastard.

It's of no use at all, wuwuwu!

Feng He is spending a miserable life here. Ji Yuan and Fu Ci Yan are searching hard. They have disguised themselves as demon servants and sneaked into the Demon Palace.

Now the only thing we need to know is Fenghe's exact location.

Thick clouds and mist slowly swept across the sky, and clusters of inky clouds obscured the moon.

It was already night, Feng He's long eyelashes trembled slightly. As far as his sight could see was a wooden tube beside the door, with thick white smoke coming out of it.

It seems that this is the You Hongxiang that Sang Yanhang mentioned. Feng He opened his eyes wide. He had just taken a nap, and the system sensed danger and woke him up.

"Wow wow wow wow, what should I do with the system? That smoke is about to float over me!"

Feng He was so anxious that she cried out.

system:[……]

[Don't worry, I've already given you an antidote pill, so this smoke won't have any effect on you now.]

Feng He rolled her eyes when she heard this and asked in surprise, "When did you give it to me?"

The system didn't say anything, it just meant that he had taken the antidote.

Feng He was no longer panicked after hearing the news, and he suddenly wanted to show off.

Humph, Sang Yanhang must have thought that he knew Chinese medicine, but actually he didn’t.

Wait a minute, if he dares to mess around, he will definitely kick him away.

Feng He was feeling proud for not long before Sang Yanhang appeared in the palace.

He seemed to have changed his clothes tonight, and looked like he had just taken a shower, with steam all over his body.

Feng He blinked his eyes. This was indeed a handsome man with great style, but now was not the time for him to admire him.

Feng He pretended to have taken Chinese medicine, with a dazed look in his eyes. He had to let Sang Yanhang relax his guard first, otherwise, what if he responded with violence later?

To be honest, he is no match for Sang Yanhang yet and cannot fight him head-on.

Sang Yanhang must have taken the antidote in advance. The smoke seemed to have no effect on him, and his eyes were always clear.

However, this clarity immediately collapsed when it came into contact with Feng He's rosy cheeks and wet eyes.

What was replaced was something deeper, surging desire and a touch of deep complexity.

Indeed, Feng He used to be the person he hated the most, but now she is obsessed with him and cannot extricate herself.

A bit ironic.

Sang Yanhang slowly walked towards the messy bed where a beauty was hiding.

Feng He was ready, and the moment he rushed over, he would press his acupoints. He also held the props and medicine given to him by the system.

As a result, the next second, the palace gate was suddenly split open.

Amidst the flying dust, there seemed to be two handsome and handsome figures standing there.

It’s just that the expressions of the two of them were like ghosts, even more ferocious and terrifying than monsters.

It was Ji Yuan and Fu Ci Yan. Feng He's eyes lit up.

His savior finally arrived!

Naturally, Sang Yanhang could no longer continue what he had just done. He looked at the two people who interrupted him with unfriendly eyes.

Ji Yuan's expression was as cold as Sha Chi Yan Luo. After his eyes met Feng He's dazed face, he paused, and then his arrogance became even stronger.

He raised his sword and slashed at Sang Yanhang.

Sang Yanhang naturally would not show weakness. He sneered and went forward.

This gave Fu Ci Yan the opportunity to save Feng He.

He walked straight towards Feng He without saying a word. Before Feng He could retract the drugged expression on her face, Fu Ci Yan suddenly pulled her up and held her in his arms.

The young man buried his head in his neck, his furry eyelashes brushing the tender flesh of his neck and shoulders.

Hot, wet tears poured into his neck and shoulders like crazy.

Feng He shrank her well-shaped and slender shoulders, and Fu Ci Yan was stunned for a moment.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Feng He's familiar cold expression.

He immediately realized that Feng He's behavior just now was just a pretense, so he picked up his "respected" master and walked out of the palace that was experiencing war.

Ji Yuan took a moment to glance at him in his busy schedule, as if to instruct him to send his master to a safe place.

Fu Ci Yan nodded and left the situation to Ji Yuan.

Finally leaving the luxurious and prosperous Demon Palace, Feng He took a deep breath of the outside air.

The clear air cleansed his eyes that were dazzled by luxury, and Feng He woke up in an instant.

However, after he woke up, he found that something was wrong with Fu Ci Yan. Although he was still strong from holding his arms, his steps were weak, his breathing was rapid, and his veins were bulging.

Feng He looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Ci Yan glanced at him with difficulty and said, "It seems that there is some medicine in the Demon Palace..."

Feng He was stunned. Yes, how could he forget that the concentration of the red incense in his palace had probably reached extreme levels long ago.

If that's the case... Fu Ciyan and Ji Yuan are already...

Feng He rubbed the goose bumps on her hands.

"System, is there an antidote for them to take?"

[You think my antidote is Chinese cabbage, and you eat it whenever I tell you to! I've already given you one, which is already very good.]

Feng He knew there was no hope, so he immediately jumped off Fu Ci Yan's hand.

She stood three feet away from him and said to him, "You are now poisoned by the demon clan's most advanced aphrodisiac, Youhongxiang."

Fu Ci Yan blinked, seeming not to understand what Feng He said.

Feng He decided to kindly remind the male protagonist so that he wouldn't get too frustrated: "You can go to the Demon Clan's Tianxiang Tower to find a witch to spend the night with. I guarantee that she can cure your drug. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will... explode and die?"

Feng He wasn't sure what would happen if the medicine wasn't dissolved, but that's just how the house was.

Feng He looked at Fu Ci Yan with some guilt. After all, his apprentice came to save him, but now he was poisoned... and he couldn't help.