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

He clenched his large hands into fists, pressed his thin lips against his, coughed twice, and said, "Just tell me what you want to say."

Feng He realized that her thoughts had been exposed and she laughed awkwardly.

But he didn't want to be polite to Ji Yuan, so he said truthfully: "I think the treatment you gave me is very useful, how about..."

Ji Yuan had the same intention. He also wanted to use his abilities to help Feng He improve her health as much as possible.

"Why don't you come to our Lingxiu Peak..."

Feng He's eyes were wandering and she spoke shamelessly.

Ji Yuan frowned and explained in a deep voice: "It's not that I won't come, but the spiritual energy of Lingxiu Peak is not as abundant as that of Jianfeng. You will recover faster if you come to Jianfeng..."

Ji Yuanyuan's expression was extremely serious, and he didn't look like he had any ulterior motives at all.

Feng He hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and finally agreed without any moral integrity.

The system once told him that Fu Ci Yan's spiritual power was too strong and abundant. If his tendons and veins could not bear it, he would probably burst into death.

So he had to take care of his health as much as possible before that.

Before leaving, Feng He called his two apprentices.

He said seriously, "Shen Wenchen, Jing Niansang. I have to go to the Sword Peak of Ji Yuan Sword God to learn for a while. I can't teach you now. You can go back to your original place to practice."

He originally thought that the two disciples would be overjoyed, after all, they would finally no longer have to be tortured by their vicious master.

Both of them are outstanding people, and naturally have high aspirations. How could they be willing to do something meaningless for their master? They would definitely want to cultivate themselves more.

But their expressions were beyond his expectations. Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang both looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their faces did not show the joy that Feng He thought, but sadness.

Feng He blinked, feeling extremely surprised. He glanced secretly at Ji Yuan who was standing next to him.

He secretly expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Ji Yuan froze and looked away uncomfortably.

Then he looked at Feng He's two disciples with gloomy eyes and didn't say much.

"Master, we won't leave. We will go to Jianfeng to practice with you."

Jing Niansang still had the temper of a child. He couldn't hold back his temper and spoke immediately.

Shen Wenchen obviously wanted to say the same thing, but his junior brother had already said it for him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng He felt guilty. If he went to Jianfeng, he might be so busy playing that he would not want to leave. How could he have the energy to teach his disciples?

But they both looked determined...

Feng He grimaced and felt a pang of pain. He was just about to agree to them, but forget it. After all, it wouldn't be a big deal for him if he gave up.

Ji Yuan suddenly said, "Let them go. Let them practice with Ding Ran. I will teach them myself. Your two disciples are quite talented."

Feng He's eyes lit up, and she looked at Ji Yuan as if he was a fool. Ji Yuan's mouth twitched twice.

Shen Wenchen and Jing Niansang stared at each other and had no more objections.

Half a month after Fu Ci Yan went into seclusion for cultivation, there was no one left at Lingxiu Peak.

All the spiritual power here belongs to him, and he can use it as he pleases.

Jianfeng.

Feng He's residence is still the same courtyard as before, and the facilities inside have not changed at all.

At night, Feng He was sitting on the bed, and Ji Yuan was supplying him with spiritual power.

Feng He closed her eyes and enjoyed it, when suddenly the supply of spiritual energy was cut off.

Feng He opened her eyes in confusion.

Ji Yuan sat behind him, his large figure blocking his view. The shadow he cast also covered him tightly.

But at this moment, he was emitting cold air all over, revealing an extremely gloomy atmosphere.

Feng He was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Yuan suddenly tore off Feng He's white satin lingerie, and he saw the same rose-red marks as those deep in her neck. There were even more severe marks on her back, and some bite marks that had already faded a little.

He gritted his teeth and said in a grim tone: "What's wrong with your back?"

Feng He really didn't know what he was talking about. He was also shocked by Ji Yuan's actions, not to mention that Ji Yuan's voice was so terrifying. Feng He didn't dare to speak for a while.

But what's on his back...he really doesn't know.

"Hickeys, bites, talk!"

Ji Yuan spoke again, and this time his tone was even more gloomy, almost freezing people to death.

Feng He vaguely understood that the traces from that incident had not yet faded.

Now Ji Yuan actually saw it!

He stammered, not knowing how to start. After all, this matter was too embarrassing.

There was no way he would reveal the fact that he was suppressed by his apprentice.

Ji Yuan waited for a long time but didn't hear any reply, so he turned Feng He over, and then saw that Feng He looked determined not to speak.

Ji Yuan's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was speechless for a moment. He didn't ask any more questions.

He slowly put Feng He's clothes on and continued to heal him.

Feng He quietly opened a crack with his left eye, and relaxed after making sure there was no danger.

Not only did Ji Yuan invade his privacy in strange ways, but he also acted like a madman, sometimes furious and sometimes calm.

Feng He was a little worried, thinking that he might have some hidden serious illness.

He tried hard to suppress the goose bumps that had already appeared, and planned to pack up his bags and go back to Lingxiu Peak as soon as his body had recovered.

After today's conditioning was over, Ji Yuan remained silent and did not leave.

Feng He coughed and couldn't help but want to say something to see the guest off.

However, Ji Yuan suddenly lowered his neck and bit his neck.

The wet touch and the hard pain startled Feng He and he bounced.

He looked at Ji Yuan with disbelief, who had an expressionless face.

Ji Yuan smiled coldly and said, "I suddenly thought that I can't heal you for free. That was just a reward."

Feng He covered her neck with one hand and shrank to the corner of the bed. She pointed at Ji Yuan with her other hand tremblingly, with an accusing look on her face. But for a long time, she could not say anything except "you...you".

If you look closely, you will see tiny teardrops at the end of the eyes with thick eyelashes.

Ji Yuan looked away with difficulty and walked away.

Feng He had a look of disillusionment on her face, and the system also had a look of despair on its face.

"Why did he do this?" It's so magical...

[Why do I need you in this world?]

Feng He: "…What are you talking about?"

[Taste it yourself.]

All night long, Feng He tossed and turned, wondering whether she should pack up and leave.

But when I think about the pain of having my meridians severed and my body violently destroyed in the future, I think it’s better to be bitten every day now. It won’t cost me any flesh anyway, it’ll just bleed a little…

When Feng He saw Ji Yuan the next day, she shrank back and forbade herself to make eye contact with him.

I won't communicate with him unless it's necessary.

Ji Yuan looked at him and remained silent for a day. He treated him as usual in the evening and bit him again today.

Feng He shrank his back and trembled, but he was angry but dared not say anything.

All he knew was glaring and silently condemning.

This ravaged little white flower made Ji Yuan speechless again. So he didn't do it again the next day...