Long Aotian is not happy today

"Do you think that in this way, you can return Cui Yuzhen's favor to Hang Shi?"

The twilight is all together, and the sky is filled with rays of light.

A ghostly figure flitted under the clear sky, the black clothes fluttered, and the dark gold patterns shone brightly.

Seeing Ning Hong walking through the mountains and forests without saying a word, 081 sneered slightly: "I even found the blood lotus that will be used to reach the peak in advance and gave it away... This is the first time I have seen someone as stupid as you. You Do you think that in this way, Cui Yuzhen will retreat in spite of the difficulties?"

"At least try it."

A deep voice came out of the young man's mouth, like a stream gurgling, knocking on ice and jade.

"Stupid." 081 curled his lips, "A woman, especially a proud woman like Cui Yuzhen, the more people compete for her favorite target, the more excited she will be - because this proves that she has a unique vision and has not misjudged anyone. You Believe it or not, in this way, her interest in Hang Xiao will only become stronger."

The black clothes stretched out, like a crow's feathers spreading its wings, fluttering past the forest, and the fallen leaves brushed against Ning Hong's pale cheeks.

"Papi, I never expected that what happened today would solve the problem once and for all."

——The peach blossoms on Hang Shi's body are countless. Now that Ning Hong recalled, even when they met for the first time, the shadow of Cui Yuyao's light bulb was mixed with the lakeside.

Not to mention the latter part of the book, after the protagonist becomes the savior, those beauties who are moved by the protagonist's integrity flock to and throw themselves into their arms.

... Damn, so angry.

With a suffocating breath in his chest, Ning Hong's pupils reflected the glow of the sky, and the brilliant colors swung around and then quickly merged into the darkness.

Only a touch of scarlet is ignited in the depths, faint, like a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp.

"Today is just the beginning. From now on, no matter where the peach blossoms are, as long as they dare to get within three feet of Hang Hour, I will cut them all down with one knife."

081: "...Aren't you afraid of electric shock?"

Hearing the system's slightly contemptuous words, Ning Hong's eyes drooped slightly, and the corners of his lips raised.

"You'll get used to it while you're on the electricity."

……

Cui Yuzhen's appearance was just an inconspicuous episode in the boring (not) years of cultivation—at least Hang Xiao thought so at first.

Until that night, after several months, he once again experienced the fear of being firmly dominated in spiritual practice.

Ning Hong's soul power is stronger than that of Hang Xiao, and he has always occupied a dominant position in the spiritual practice, but in order to let Hang Xiao adapt, he has been restraining his own strength, and keeping the spiritual practice within the acceptable range of Hang Hour.

But on this night, the young man was uncharacteristically ferocious. Before Hang Shi could even say "slow down", he was dragged into the storm.

The illusory river in the spiritual consciousness broke its embankment, and the monsoon tide was magnificent, carrying the sea to the mountains, and the clouds and the sun.

Hang Shih's boat couldn't find a chance to show itself at all, so it was held down by the turbulent waves, the impacting water suffocated the air pressure, and Hang Shih was so stimulated that he screamed, begged for mercy, and almost burst into tears.

After the incident, Hang Xiao burrowed into the brocade quilt and fell asleep with his head buried.

This time he was really exhausted, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his little finger.

In addition to being exhausted, Hang Xiao's face was blushing, and he also had some small thoughts that he was ashamed to talk about.

The spiritual practice this time was too fierce, he almost lost consciousness several times, and he didn't know if he said anything out of control...

Cough, cough, cough!

But... there is no current penalty, these things, maybe, probably, most of them are... not there, right?

……

The following days are still painful and happy.

Hang Xiao originally thought that Ning Hong would return to his original state in a few days, but he didn't expect that his lover was not only exceptionally long-lasting during spiritual practice, but also...extremely persistent in other aspects.

The cultivation of the two of them was uncharacteristically, and every day was thrilling and exciting.

Every day when trembling up from Ning Hong's bed, Hang Shi's fingertips were trembling - the fierce attack from Ning Hong at night always gave him the illusion of being crazy for the last time before the end.

"This won't work," Hang Xiao said to the system with a frowning face, "Teacher 025, is Ning Hong a sign of insecurity?"

025 smiled and said, "It's time to reflect, why can't you let him feel safe?"

"Cui Yuzhen didn't do it that day..." Hang Shi raised his hand to his forehead, and said helplessly, "The inertia of the plot is still very strong. She wants to pick me up, and I feel very uncomfortable."

"...What are you suffering from?"

"What a cute little sister, she has gone astray!" Hang Xiao was heartbroken, "If I didn't find her specially, it would be more likely to cause Brother Ning's misunderstanding. I would have gone to make that girl give up."

"Then you can also think of other ways to express your feelings to Ning Hong." 025 suggested.

"Any other way..."

Touching his chin, Hang Xiao fell into deep thought.

It is really... a bit difficult to bypass the shackles of the rules and convey your true heart to Ning Hong.

but it does not matter.

Hang Xiao thought to himself that he had enough patience to follow the rules until the day when the rules were helpless to them, and even the rules themselves could not be protected...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the moment when Dabi is approaching.

The cultivation bases of Hang Shih and Ning Hong have grown rapidly, and they have already left the others far behind, which made Xu Yu'er amazed, and called each "junior brother" very affectionately.

And one evening, Xu Yang suddenly came to the door and blocked Hang Shih who was about to go out at the door of the wooden house.

In the dim sky, Xu Yang, who was about to break through the threshold of the sixth grade, had a gloomy complexion. He leaned against the mottled wooden wall covered with creepers, hugged his arms, and said unhappily, "The exercises you gave me... are fake?"

Hearing this, Hang Shi's footsteps suddenly stagnated, and his heart trembled slightly.

Found out?

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, Hang Xiao reacted quickly, his long eyelashes fluttered, his eyes blinked, and his expression was innocent and blank: "How could it be fake? Have you practiced? If you haven't practiced, don't talk nonsense..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yang interrupted impatiently, and said sullenly: "Practice."

Such a straightforward answer immediately made Hang Xiao's voice stagnate.

Swallowing the remaining half of the words, he stared at Xu Yang in a daze, and looked the young man up and down, with an expression of disbelief.

——Don’t speak ill of Xu Yang again.

You are so cruel to yourself, you are a werewolf!

Xu Yang's scalp was numb from Hang Xiao's strange eyes, and he couldn't help but sternly said: "What are you looking at? Practice is practice—it's useless, and your cultivation level won't increase at all!"

"...Wait, wait, let me stroke it."

Hang Shi also found it incredible.

He raised a finger to block Xu Yang, signaling the young man not to speak, while subconsciously pacing back and forth in front of the door.

"You... Are you sure you practiced with others, not by yourself... Bah, didn't you practice alone?"

"Nonsense," Xu Yang was puzzled, "Of course I practiced with Chen Shu."

"How long have you practiced?"

"I have practiced many times!"

"Is there no effect at all?"

"nonsense!"

Hang Hour: "..."

He swallowed, carefully selected his words, and tentatively asked: "So, during the cultivation process, did you... feel that your body is very hot and sweaty, and you really want to go deeper?"

"What is deeper?"

Xu Yang's eyes gradually changed, from confusion to anger, and the veins on his forehead tensed up, throbbing one by one: "Hang Xiao, don't stop here and give me sloppy eyes. We have practiced the exercises, and I don't feel anything. , there must be something wrong with the exercises you gave us!"

"I think you have a problem..." Hang Xiao tilted his head and muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Ah, nothing."

Under Xu Yang's glaring gaze, Hang Xiao quickly put on a smiling face, raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and said frankly: "The exercises must be correct, it can only be that something is wrong in other places, such as your physique It is not suitable for practicing this set of spells... for the specific reason, please wait for us to study it carefully."

Xu Yang was not satisfied with this explanation, and resentful said: "What kind of physique do we have, why are we not suitable?"

"Not sure yet," Hang Xiao spread his hands, "Maybe...not hungry enough?"

Xu Yang: "..."

What a mess!

Reluctantly fooling the angry Xu Yang away, Hang Shi walked fast, with the wind blowing under his feet, and went straight to Ning Hong's cabin.In the dark dusk, light yellow light fell on the white thin clothes, as if covered with a light golden cloak.

Clinker, Ning Hong also fell into a long silence after learning the whole story.

The lights flickered, casting floating light on the young man's cheeks, his slender fingers stroked the wooden table, his knuckles were slightly bent, and he tapped lightly.

Hang Shi stood aside, looked at him eagerly, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Ning, what have you changed in the exercises you gave Xu Yang?"

"Actually, nothing has been changed..." Ning Hong said softly.

The moonlight sprinkled the window sill, and the night wind swept the young man's black hair, wrapping it around his broad shoulders.After contemplating, Ning Hong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Maybe... it really has something to do with our physique."

constitution?

What kind of physique?

Hang Xiao blinked his eyes in confusion, his eyes swept over Ning Hong's jade-like profile, and when he glanced at the red light flashing in the young man's eyes, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and he caught him off guard. over him.

Ning Hong's real body is... Heavenly Demon.

Could this be the key to the great difference in the exercises?

Xu Yuer didn't take "Acacia Red Bean" to heart, Gu He turned it into a technique to control others, Xu Yang got nothing from practicing this technique, because they never realized that this technique is really powerful The place--

Human monks, and demon monks.

It builds a bridge between the two, transmits the power of the soul, makes the two complement each other, and gradually stimulates the monk's own potential.

Thinking of this, Hang Xiao's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and his blood boiled.

Looking at the bright red string on his wrist, he said excitedly in his mind: "Teacher 025, I probably found a way to change the plot!"