I got pregnant after practicing Ruthless Way

Fengyang Xianjun, who had never been in love before and had just begun to germinate, fell out of love.

Apart from himself, only one person knew about this matter, and that person was not the party concerned, but a rival in love.

Too aggrieved, too irritable, too wronged, too want to cry.

After careful calculation, this is not called a broken relationship at all, because the parties involved do not know about it.Lost in love, broken up in love, love ended before it even started, can that be called broken in love?This situation is probably called, crush failure.

Feng Yang impassively drew a fork on the ground with a branch, then threw it far away, as if he was venting something, turned around and left after throwing it.

"Tsk."

A cold voice sounded behind him, Feng Yang froze and looked back.

Standing straight not far away was a man in black clothes, his whole body was filled with evil spirit washed by blood rain, his face was very cold, his dark eyes were dimmed, he looked over deeply, he couldn't see it from a distance. Clear more detailed expressions.

But Fengyang felt that the other party must be in a bad mood.

Because the other party was holding the branches he threw casually in his hand.

The difference in combat power between the two sides was too great, Feng Yang quickly adjusted his facial expressions, while apologetically apologizing, he cursed inwardly: I'm so confused, it's not a good place to go, but I just came here!

This is the boundary of immortals and demons. After being hit, he hurriedly wanted to leave the main fairy world, so he took the initiative to apply to work at the boundary.There were several places in the boundary between immortals and demons, but this one was the only one that was short of people at that time, and the leader was this Yi Yao!

Under the heavy blow, Fengyang couldn't think too much, so let's just shine brightly, and it's fine to see Fanna and rarely see him.

But why, there are so many people guarding such a huge border, how could he bump into this person everywhere? !

Feng Yang cursed in his heart, but he couldn't be less polite on the face.Anyway, when he was in the main fairy world, he was in charge of all kinds of materials in the history of the fairy world, and dealt with all the immortals. Everyone praised him, "Fengyang Xianjun is really a gentleman like jade, a role model in the fairy world."

"I'm really sorry, is Immortal Yiyao okay?" Feng Yang stood in front of Yiyao, the man in black was half a head taller than him, and he had to raise his head slightly to meet his gaze.

With a gentle smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to pat the non-existing dust on the robe for the other party, and said: "Fengyang also made an unintentional mistake, please don't mind Yiyao Xianjun."

Shining dark eyes quietly looked at him.

In order to photograph the dust on his robe, the distance between the two was very close.Looking at it from above, the person in front of him is wearing a water-red robe, which makes his complexion even fairer. Under his handsome face, there is soft and fragile neck skin, and the light blue meridians below are faintly visible, all the way to the depth of the collar.

Yiyao was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes suddenly moved away, and then he took half a step back to avoid the opponent's hand, and said coldly: "It's okay."

Feng Yang smiled, withdrew his hand and was about to leave. Just as he took a step, someone behind him stopped him: "Fengyang Immortal."

The smile on Fengyang's face froze for a moment, but his good self-cultivation made him still smile and turned around, and said gently: "What else is there for Immortal Yiyao?"

Yi Yao looked at him, frowned slightly, and seemed to think for a while before saying: "Are you... not very happy these days?"

Not happy?

Oh, more than unhappy? !

The anger and grievance that Feng Yang had buried in his stomach for many days and had nowhere to confide in, was about to surge out through this gap, but he held it back in the next moment.

Who is this person in front of me?Shine!

He knows shit!

Feng Yang's face froze for a moment, and then he returned to normal very quickly, and said in a warm voice: "No, how could it be, Immortal Yiyao, is this an illusion?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to respond, he waved his sleeves and turned around to leave, leaving only a slight cold wind to the other party.

"..." Yiyao stood quietly on the spot, staring at the water-red figure until the other party disappeared from sight, then retracted his gaze.He narrowed his long eyes slightly, his fingers slowly rubbing the branch, his eyes darkened.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the border has entered the night, which is more bleak and quiet than the day.

The guards had changed their shifts for one round, Feng Yang found a remote place where the guards didn't come often, wiped a big cold stone, and leaned against the moon.

At hand is a jar of wine that he managed to exchange with someone during the day, Fengyang doesn't care if it's good or not, he just opens the lid and drinks it with his eyes closed.

"Ugh... Cough cough! Cough!!"

It's really rare to drink alcohol, but I didn't expect this wine to taste like this. It was too late for Feng Yang to stop, so he swallowed a big gulp with the inertia of the wine jar, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears. It turned into a ball of fire, burned all the way down the throat to the stomach, and it took a long time to recover.

"Why is it so bad... Forget it, let's do it." He leaned against the side of the stone, raised the altar of wine to the moon, and said with tears in his eyes, "Then what, there is a poem in the lower realm, 'Raise a glass to invite the moon, The shadows become three people'. Me, you, and you, let's make a toast!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the moon and the inside of the wine jar, then picked up the jar again, and took a small sip.

The moon gradually moved down, and it was almost the middle of the night.

There is still half of the wine in the jar, but the person is almost dying.

Feng Yang leaned on the stone, only feeling that the stone was getting hotter and hotter, but he didn't realize that it was his face that was getting hot.He babbled and told the moon about the grievances he had held back for a few days in the middle of the night. At this moment, he felt tired, his eyes were half closed, and his eyelids were about to close.

"Um... no, waste..." Feng Yang seemed to think of something, he staggered up and held up the wine jar to drink again.Suddenly a shadow was cast over his head, before he could react, a powerful hand hung down from above his head and forcibly snatched the wine jar from his hand.

"Hey... Hey! Give it back to me!" Feng Yang followed the wine jar with his eyes, and saw that the other party squatted down and put the wine jar behind him.

This distance is too far to reach.

Fengyang's vision seemed to be covered with water vapor, he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know who the person in front of him was. He just vaguely felt that this figure was a little taller than himself, and seemed familiar .

"What are you robbing, it's mine..." Feng Yang said aggrievedly in a low voice.

"You can't drink any more, you'll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow." The deep voice resounded, as if a piece of cold black iron was hitting an instrument. If you listen carefully, it still sounds a little nice.

But the good sounds belong to others, and he has nothing.

Feng Yang didn't know what to think again, he curled his mouth, propped himself up regardless, and rushed to grab the wine jar.

"You don't care about me...you don't know anything..."

"!"

In a hurry, Feng Yang took a big step towards the wine jar with the strength he didn't know where it came from.But in the middle of the journey, he lost his strength and fell straight into the opponent's arms.

Yi Yao's whole body was almost stiff.The person in his arms was dressed in a disheveled water-red robe, his complexion was rosy, and his body temperature, which was abnormally high due to drunkenness, passed through without any gaps, almost burning his mind to death.

"You, you don't know anything..." Fengyang whimpered softly, his messy and scorching breath spit out on the side of Yiyao's neck, and Yiyao grabbed the opponent's shoulder like an electric shock, trying to push him away. But the other party hugged him as if he didn't realize it, and he didn't let go after hugging.

There was silence all around, only Feng Yang's indistinct whisper could be heard.

Yi Yao took a deep breath, and after a long time lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the delicate and soft skin on the side of the neck of the person in his arms, paused for a second, and then hurriedly moved away.He heard his slightly rapid heartbeat, and the fiery blood in his veins rushed to his limbs, as if some kind of strong and suppressed emotion was desperately looking for an outlet in his body.

"Fengyang." He said softly, his voice was slightly hoarse, but still had a pleasant tone.

When Feng Yang heard his name, he stopped in doubt, as if he was waiting for the other party's next sentence.He felt the other side's hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, then slid down his shoulder to his waist, and hugged him forcefully.

"Fengyang, I know." The other party whispered.

"You..." Feng Yang subconsciously wanted to refute, only to hear the other party speak again.

"I know you're unhappy recently, I know about you, and I know the reason for your unhappiness." The other party hugged him tightly, as if trying to convey some strong emotion through this action, and seemed to be comforting him.

Feng Yang's brain was already drank like a ball of paste, and now he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.He opened his eyes vigorously, trying to see the person in front of him clearly, but after looking for a long time, he only saw a black robe, which looked familiar.

"Why, why do you like to dress like this?" Feng Yang complained in a low voice, "It's the same as that annoying Yi Yao..."

Feng Yang felt the person holding him stiffen for a moment, and then a deep voice sounded: "Why do you hate him?"

Getting annoyed at mentioning this, Feng Yang blurted out: "Because he dared not want the sword I gave you! Really... Where did you come from, he really doesn't know how to flatter you!"

The air was quiet for a moment, and a sigh blended into the thick night.

Feng Yang heard the other party whisper: "Because you didn't give me that sword. Since it wasn't given to me, why should I take it?"