hold my uncle

Zhou Wuluo didn't expect that he would knock down Feng Xi so easily. He knew exactly what Feng Xi was doing, so when he saw the person lying under his hands, he suddenly froze.

Seeing Zhou Wuluo standing there in a daze, Feng Xi raised his hand and tapped his arm, reminding him: "Dog, lighten your hand, it hurts me!"

Erhuang, Gouzi!nothing wrong.

He still has backlash injuries, so there's nothing wrong with making it light.

But there is something wrong with the combination of these two sentences!

Zhou Wuluo's eyes lit up, seeing Feng Xi's expression softened suddenly, he was taken aback for a second, but he relaxed his strength in his hands, and the demon power on his body moved towards Feng Xi along his arm, it doesn't matter if you don't touch it, This probe made his brows knit together.

Zhou Wuluo said angrily: "How did you get hurt like this? Or... this is..."

"En." This simple word tightly pulled Zhou Wuluo's heart together.

His voice was trembling, and he knelt beside Feng Xi, although his hand was pressing Feng Xi, but he relaxed at the moment: "Didn't I leave a Shalian for you?"

That Shalian had been nourished by his blood, even if she couldn't be cured, it wouldn't be like now, where the spiritual power in her body is so weak, where does she still have the feeling of being a god?

He had tried his best to block the damage just now, and when he was about to get angry again, the sound of the phoenix's breath entered his ears.

"I'm not willing!" Feng Xi said lightly, raised his arms to rest under his head, looked sideways at Zhou Wuluo, smiled nicely and gently: "I haven't seen you for two years, you have become stronger and more beautiful, I am very happy."

That's it?

But because of Zhou Wuluo's reluctance to part with this sentence, the hostility wrapped around him immediately dissipated.

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Wuluo murmured, he lowered his head, just like before.

Feng Xi saw that he was angry like this, raised his hand and raised his forehead, and said in a very ironic tone: "How shameful are you? Why keep your head down!"

Zhou Wuluo froze on the spot, a gust of wind blew by, the hair of both of them was messed up, one was kneeling, the other was lying down, suddenly Zhou Wuluo threw himself into Feng Xi's arms.

Look, he still can't get tough in front of his uncle, obviously he hates him to death, hates him for saying no, he doesn't want it, hates him for being so decisive when he drives him away.

He obviously wanted to beat him half to death when he came back, but what's going on now?

Zhou Wuluo was extremely irritable, and became more and more restless in Feng Xi's arms. He wanted him, wanted to rub him into his body fiercely, and when he saw it, he would drive him away and not want him.

Feng Xi also noticed that Zhou Wuluo was breathing more and more quickly, and hurriedly got up and pushed him, while pushing his restless hands away, he said, "Don't, don't be here! Not here!"

Of course not here, this is the goddamn enchantment of the Soul Hunting Conference, outsiders can come in at any time, does he want to perform erotic pictures with his nephew here?

But this is not the point, the point is, what about your dignity, God?

Zhou Wuluo froze again, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed: "Uncle Master agreed?"

What did I promise?I just told you not to play tricks on me here!

Therefore, Feng Xi looked dazed again, his hair was blown even more messy by the wind, Zhou Wuluo was as happy as a 100-jin fool, completely forgetting what he was doing here today.

When it was blocked again, it was completely different from before. In the past, he was cautiously probing and did not dare to touch, but it was different today. He knew that Feng Xi didn't have the strength to push him away, so the kiss was very heavy.

Zhou Wuluo's kissing and kissing turned into venting. The lovesickness of the past two years day and night, the despair when Fengxi drove him away, and his suppressed desire for Fengxi all broke out at this moment.

Feng Xi didn't know if he was in a daze, he actually let Zhou Wuluo bite him, the dignity of being a god and the dignity of being a man in the past were all fucking gone, nothing left.

He knew why he listened to Jinchen and Liufeng's corner but didn't block it. It turned out that he was trying to gain experience for himself.

He tried his best to recall what Jin Chen had said to Liu Feng at that time, and then applied what he had learned, slowly responding.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't respond, Zhou Wuluo also noticed this response, he was so excited, he hugged him tightly, this time he almost strangled Feng Xi.

"Goose, take it easy! I'm almost out of breath." Feng Xi patted Zhou Wuluo's head, out of breath.

Zhou Wuluo hurriedly let go, his face blushed, and his hands twisted the hem of his clothes a little nervously.

This appearance is completely different from just now!

Feng Xi adjusted her breathing, tidied up the clothes that Zhou Wuluo had torn down, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "That's it for today, go back first!"

Feng Xi was talking about Wuwang Mountain.

But Zhou Wuluo obviously thought that he was asking him to go to the place where he lives now!

"Oh!" Although he was aggrieved on the face, his tone was happy.

After walking two steps, seeing Feng Xi arranging her hair, Zhou Wuluo asked, "Does Uncle Master know where I live?"

Feng Xi gave him the look of a silly roe deer.

Xindao: Don't you fucking live next door to me!Where can you live?

Well, the gate of the demon world is facing Wuwang now, it is indeed next door to him!

Zhou Wuluo thought he knew, and ran out in a hurry, turning into a phantom again as he ran.

Feng Xi stood up, patted the dust off his body, and was in a good mood, completely forgetting that he had just been thrown.

As soon as the front foot came out of the enchantment, Bi Luo and the head of Penglai surrounded him and asked him what happened just now.

After all, Feng Xi has read a lot of talking books, so he doesn't even need to type out a draft when he speaks in a panic, he just opens his mouth and says, "As soon as the deity enters, the phantom runs away."

"Can't even catch up with God?" Penglai old man asked doubtfully.

"I can't catch up, it's such a fun run!" Feng Xi sighed.

While speaking, he twisted his neck, Bi Luo raised his eyes to look, and couldn't help being puzzled, that lavender...

But she couldn't figure it out, because Lang Hua was seriously injured, and the lavender on his neck was clearly not a scratch!

Sensing where Bi Luo was looking, Feng Xi raised his hand and raised his neckline.

Cursing in his heart, that bastard Zhou Wuluo must have made a serious mouth and made marks!

This episode was very unpleasant. After all, even Fengxi didn't catch up, and easily hurt Langhua and Baihuafeng Biluo. Immortals and Baijia suddenly felt that a strong enemy had appeared, and this person came with no kindness.

The Soul Hunting Conference was going on as usual, and Feng Xi's spiritual power was damaged. In order to prevent the group of passers-by, A, B, B, D, Ding, from dragging him to repair the water mirror, he hurriedly found a reason to escape.

After all, it was a secret that his spiritual power was damaged.

Moreover, the people who entered the layered pagoda without any intentions were all well-cultivated. He didn't worry at all, and there was no need to look in the water mirror.

Zhou Wuluo forgot one goal, Luye!

So when he returned to the demon world, he shattered the stone table with his palm, and the two scales on his forehead were terrifying.

The attendants next to him didn't dare to vent their anger, they were afraid of hurting themselves.

Some people here still remember the scene two years ago.

That day when Zhou Wuluo held the broken horn, the power of the demon emperor was unleashed, sinking the Death Ridge, three moves eliminated the demon king, and imprisoned his biological mother in Fire Island!

After taking the seat of the demon king, it took only one day to silence all the opposing voices.

Not to shut them up, but to shut them up completely.

In the past two years, he took out his anger on them when he had nothing to do, and threw them into the pit of beasts when he had enough fun. He was cruel and cold-blooded, and he was talking about Zhou Wuluo.

He is moody, he runs around when something goes wrong, and he doesn't know where he went, anyway, every time he comes back, he is covered in wounds and blood...

For such a new monarch, apart from serving carefully, they are also worried every day.

Zhou Wuluo didn't know when he had the problem of falling things, so he didn't stop until he remembered the phoenix's breath, but at this time the ground was already in a mess.

In today's demon world, he arranges it according to the scene of Wuwang Mountain. Some things are not sold in the lower world. Every time he falls, the other little demons have to work for a long time!

Alas, life is simply miserable.

……

On the other side, Feng Xi fanned himself with a cattail fan, crossed his legs, and leaned on the soft bed to eat watermelon. In order to prevent the wind from messing up his hair again, he tactfully twisted it into a ball, and then used Zhou to eat watermelon. The hairpin of Wuluosong is fixed.

The clothes are thin, with a variety of styles, so coquettish...

He probably didn't realize it, but he came back to life, and he didn't put up with God's airs anymore, and he became the nerve that used to quarrel after eating and drinking!

Zhou Wuluo was in the demon world and couldn't wait for the phoenix's breath, so he was furious again, and this person lied to him again.

But after thinking about it, Feng Xi didn't even know where he was living now, and he didn't say anything about him when they met.

Zhou Wuluo slapped his forehead, how could he forget that his uncle's brain was struck by lightning, Bao Buqi might be talking about Wuwang Mountain, this is the most likely, in fact, that's what Fengxi meant.

Let him go to Wuwang Mountain and wait, because the Hunting Soul Conference does not know when it will end, and according to the past practice, the people inside will not be able to get out within half a year.

Although Feng Xi doesn't reject Zhou Wuluo now, it doesn't mean that he can accept Zhou Wuluo's wishes wholeheartedly. Therefore, letting him go back to Wuwang Mountain and wait is also to give himself a period of time to digest this matter.

So, Zhou Wuluo went to Wuwang Mountain again in a rush, and seeing the dark lights on Yonghuatai, he knew that Feng Xi must not have come back.

Standing at this place, he recalled the rainy night two years ago, and his mind was spinning like a wheel, spinning non-stop.

The deer sensed his return and surrounded him happily. If anyone could recognize his current appearance at a glance, it must be these deer.

Even Feng Xi only knew it was him when he heard the voice.

Zhou Wuluo squatted down, raised his hand to smooth the deer's hair, and then went to the kitchen with ease, and got some grass to feed them.

After finishing the work, he ran to the kitchen and made some food, which he has often made and enjoyed.

Looking at the heat, I went to the back mountain again, only to see that the scarecrow made of Luye's face was replaced by him.

And even put on blush and lip balm, Zhou Wuluo couldn't laugh or cry, thinking of Feng Xi's little expression when he did these things, he couldn't help but find it funny.

Standing in Fengxi's room again, he took a deep breath, Fengxi's true identity is Lian, and the whole room smells of him...

Very reassuring.

Lying on the soft quilt, Zhou Wuluo looked at the furnishings in the room, recalled what happened during the day, and was in a good mood for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep...