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

Feng He thought she was giving a kind reminder, but Fu Ci Yan looked broken-hearted after hearing it.

She looked extremely painful. Even her eyes were filled with tears when she looked at him. So pitiful.

Feng He looked at him in doubt, thinking to herself that she didn't say anything wrong. But... why did he have such an expression?

Feng He was still scratching her head, while Fu Ci Yan's face had turned cold. He shook his head, indicating that he rejected his master's idea.

Seeing how he looked just now, Feng He didn't force it.

He was wondering what Ji Yuan would do...whether he would explode.

Feng He felt a pained expression when thinking about it. What a pity, he seems to be still unmarried.

There was definitely no way Fu Ci Yan could continue his journey now, so Feng He simply took him to soak in the lake.

Anyway, ordinary doctors have no way to cure this disease. If you want to cure it, you can only go to the old king of medicine.

Feng He said to his apprentice carefully, "Fu Ci Yan, bear with it for now. I will take you to see the old Medicine King and ask him to prescribe an antidote for you."

Fu Ci Yan then nodded with difficulty.

Feng He then took him away.

When they left the Demon Realm, they passed through a large lake area.

Feng He rolled her eyes and asked, "Do you want to go in and take a dip?"

When Fu Ci Yan sees something icy, he wants to stick it on immediately.

So he immediately nodded earnestly.

Feng He smiled slightly and kicked him into the lake.

Fu Ci Yan was just stunned for a moment, but quickly accepted it.

Feng He actually wanted to take a bath herself.

While Fu Ci Yan was taking a cold bath in the middle of the lake, Feng He slowly took off his coat and prepared to take a bath.

After her body came into contact with the cool and moist lake water, Feng He's brows relaxed.

He scooped up the lake water and poured it over himself.

However, before he had washed for too long, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his waist.

Pull him over.

Feng He's eyes suddenly widened and she immediately wanted to raise her hand to fight back.

However, the other party knew him too well and had predicted his actions.

He easily neutralized all of Feng He's moves.

He also subdued Feng He. The other party pressed some acupoints on him, but now his whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength.

"This is too unreasonable. How could Fu Ci Yan be more powerful than my master?!"

[There's nothing unreasonable about that. You're the worst because you can't use your spiritual power.]

Feng He was so angry that her eyes turned into sharp blades, as if she wanted to kill Fu Ci Yan.

Then Feng He was hugged from behind by someone, which was an absolutely uniform posture.

A warm and wet feeling came from the back of his neck, and Feng He was so stimulated that he stood still, as if stunned.

The kiss was so powerful that it covered his snow-white neck with layers of petals in one go.

Feng He closed her eyes and secretly practiced her Qi, but it was really useless...

He asked viciously, "Did that little bastard Fu Ciyan learn some powerful spells from that book of skills?"

[That’s right.]

Feng He rolled his eyes and almost fainted. But before he fainted, Fu Ci Yan suddenly turned him over.

The latter approached him cautiously, as if wanting to taste his lips.

Feng He frowned and closed her mouth tightly.

Fu Ciyan's beautifully shaped thin lips trembled slightly as she pressed against his, as if it were a treasure.

Feng He's soft and plump lips soon turned rose red.

Plus his resentful look.

There really is a touch of charm that is hard to describe.

Fu Ci Yan's breath was choked, and then he attacked fiercely, heavily.

Later, he did whatever he wanted according to his long-cherished wish.

Feng He was almost unable to recover from this, and she just sat there doing whatever others wanted.

When Fu Ci Yan saw him like this, his eyes suddenly darkened.

He went up to him again, bullying his master who was already a little dazed.

He knew that he was doing something extremely disrespectful, but once he started and tasted the sweetness, he really couldn't take it back.

Only now did he realize that his master was his poison. He had nowhere to escape and he didn't want to deceive himself anymore.

Feng He was kissed so hard by him that she was gasping for breath.

He felt very disillusioned and his face was dull.

What's going on? That was what Fu Ci Yan did just now.

Feng He was simply puzzled. How much Fu Ci Yan respected him...

Before he could finish his thought, Fu Ci Yan pressed himself against him, mumbling incoherently: "Master, Master, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The only part of Feng He's body that can move is his eyeballs.

Fu Ci Yan hugged him and did what he had wanted to do in his dreams countless times.

Get...Master.

……

When the love reached its peak, he didn't even notice that the restrictions had been lifted.

All I know is that in the faster-flowing water, I stretch out my white arms and hold onto something for leverage so as to prevent myself from sinking into the water.

For example, driftwood.

The person who was hugging him was even more stimulated by him.

……

Taking a bath created ripples on the surface of the lake.

It lasts for a long time.

Feng He himself didn't know how it started, let alone how it ended. He passed out in the middle.

I only knew that when I woke up, my whole body was dry, cool and refreshed.

But my body feels extremely tired.

Fu Ci Yan was sleeping in his arms, and they were covered with a white blanket.

It seems to have been made by Fu Ci Yan using a Tianshan snow fox.

Feng He rolled her eyes and raised her sore arm.

His eyes narrowed, and his arms were covered with bruises and purples...

Feng He's eyes were immediately filled with murderous intent.

He slapped Fu Ci Yan in the face.

He was very strong and left a red slap mark on Fu Ci Yan's face.

Fu Ci Yan frowned his handsome eyebrows, showing signs of waking up.

Feng He's eyes were wide open, and it seemed as if they were spitting fire.

Fu Ci Yan was stunned for a moment, only then he realized how... intimate his and Feng He's sleeping positions were.

His hand was still on Feng He's waist. Fu Ci Yan woke up and sat up immediately, as if he had been greatly shocked. He was breathing heavily.

Feng He secretly cast a spell, and he became a man of righteous appearance.

Fu Ciyan's face turned pale as paper. He immediately knelt down at Feng He's feet and said, "Master, I was bewildered and did such a disrespectful thing to you..."

Feng He kicked him on the shoulder. Fu Ci Yan had not put on his clothes yet, and his muscular body was fully revealed. Soon, a gray footprint appeared on his strong and powerful arms.

He froze, but did not resist. Instead, he looked like he was allowing himself to be beaten and scolded.

Feng He was still not satisfied after kicking him, so she secretly used her internal energy to hit him with a palm, causing him to vomit blood.

In fact, this is still considered light. If it were the original owner, he would have killed Fu Ci Yan.

Feng He's voice was as cold as ice: "Don't let me see you again until your cultivation level exceeds Ji Yuan's."

After saying that, Feng He left without saying anything else.

Fu Ci Yan bit his lower lip tightly, as if he regarded this sentence as his only hope.

If his cultivation doesn't reach what the master wants...will I never see him again?

Fu Ci Yan was extremely panicked. He immediately followed Feng He, but where was Feng He now?

Fu Ci Yan had no choice but to return to Lingshan Sect alone in despair.

Feng He had already returned, but she stayed in the room with the door closed.