Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui's voice is like the voice of jade, slightly lower than the woman's, but now his voice is both whimpering and coquettish.

Before Jiang Wuqi could react, he had already collapsed on Jiang Wuqi's body, his face was flushed, and his hands grabbed Jiang Wuqi's clothes impatiently, his knuckles were clearly defined due to too much force.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuqi kissed Feng Rugui's trembling eyelashes: "Is it so comfortable?"

The taste was actually weird and uncomfortable, but for Jiang Wuqi, as long as Feng Rugui liked him, he would definitely do it for Feng Rugui, and he was extremely fascinated by the appearance of Feng Rugui in front of him.

Feng Rugui nodded shyly, with his eyes lowered, he didn't dare to look at Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, let alone the wet spot on his red dress that was slowly smearing away.

He could only look at Jiang Wuqi's collarbone, because of the kiss just now, Jiang Wuqi's clothes were a little messy, and the collarbone was exposed.

After a while, he boldly looked at Jiang Wuqi, and said word for word: "Because I like you, I feel comfortable. If it were someone else, I wouldn't even let him get close. Not to mention being done something like this."

Jiang Wuqi pecked at Feng Rugui's eyebrows, and said softly: "The poor are not good at this skill, wait for the good students to learn it, it will definitely make you feel more comfortable."

"Ecstasy?" Feng Rugui smiled slightly, "Actually, as long as it's you, no matter how skilled you are, even if you just kiss me lightly, I feel very comfortable."

After all, Feng Rugui was startled by his bold confession, his face turned red beyond recognition, he hurriedly lowered his head, and buried his head in Jiang Wuqi's heart, just touching Jiang Wuqi's wound.

The wound was clearly embedded in Feng Rugui's lips through layers of clothes, and he opened his mouth again to lick the wound through the clothes.

Jiang Wuqi gently stroked Feng Rugui's thin back, and asked solemnly: "Then are you comfortable now?"

Feng Rugui looked up and replied, "Very comfortable."

"How about this?" Jiang Wuqi covered the butterfly bones on both sides with his hands.

Feng Rugui smiled brightly and said, "It's very comfortable."

Jiang Wuqi's hands snaked down, gently hugging Feng Rugui's waist, and asked seriously: "So what?"

Feng Rugui suddenly had thoughts, so that the tone of his voice changed, like weeping: "I am very comfortable..."

Jiang Wuqi wanted to explore again, but Feng Rugui grabbed his hands.

Feng Rugui's eyes were like water, pouring softly on him, making his heart throb again.

"Wuqi, don't tease me anymore." Feng Rugui bit Jiang Wuqi's back lightly, half angry, "My body is so weak that I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi said rather strangely: "Why do you think that the poor man is playing tricks on you? The poor man is not teasing you, but he really wants to know where you touch and you will feel comfortable."

But I thought too much.

Since being confessed by Jiang Wuqi, his body has been owned by Jiang Wuqi, and he has a keen sense of Jiang Wuqi's closeness.

Feng Rugui stretched out his hand to paint Jiang Wuqi's ascetic eyebrows and eyes, holding back his shame and asked, "What were you thinking during this action?"

Jiang Wuqi pressed the back of Feng Rugui's head, so that Feng Rugui's left ear was attached to his heart.

The heart wrapped under the flexible and firm flesh is throbbing rapidly, trying to express its owner's feelings in detail.

Feng Rugui felt that his left ear was being beaten by the beating heart, and there was an indescribable burning. He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "Is your heart beating so fast because you are also very comfortable?"

Jiang Wuqi's ears were dyed bright red, and he said frankly: "Actually, every time I kiss you deeply, Pindao will feel palpitations. Pindao thought that he might be suffering from a heart disease, and maybe he will die soon."

Feng Rugui couldn't help laughing at this remark: "Wuqi, you are really dull."

Jiang Wuqi admitted: "Pin Dao is indeed very slow, don't take offense."

Feng Rugui put on airs and said: "I am a big man, so I will forgive you."

Jiang Wuqi asked: "The poor Taoist, can I touch you for a while longer?"

This Jiang Wuqi clearly doesn't understand style and has no experience with human affairs, but why can he easily tease him away with every word?

Moreover, Jiang Wuqi, who wantonly provoked himself, still had a serious look, as if he was studying a difficult Taoist classic.

It was really a serious contradiction, but Jiao Feng Rugui couldn't refuse.

Feng Rugui relaxed his body, stared at Jiang Wuqi, his willow-leaf eyes were full of charm, and said word by word: "Do whatever you want."

Jiang Wuqi stretched out his hand to rub Feng Rugui's waist three inches down, and asked, "How?"

Feng Rugui half-closed his eyes and replied, "Very comfortable."

Jiang Wuqi brushed Feng Rugui's knees and leg bends one after another, and asked curiously, "Which place is more comfortable?"

Feng Rugui said in a low voice, "Bend your legs."

Jiang Wuqi asked very inquiringly: "Is it because the skin on the bend of the legs is more delicate?"

Feng Rugui didn't know how to answer, so he said foolishly, "It should be."

Jiang Wuqi pressed Feng Rugui's calf again, and said, "How is it here?"

Feng Rugui's calf trembled before he replied, "Very comfortable."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wuqi took off Feng Rugui's footwear and soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes, and caressed the round toes and toes one by one: "How about these two places?"

"Very comfortable." Feng Rugui's feet trembled uncontrollably, but the tip of his toes uncontrollably rubbed against Jiang Wuqi's palm.

"That's good." Jiang Wuqi pressed Feng Rugui under his body again, and gently kissed his Adam's apple: "How about the Adam's apple?"

Feng Rugui subconsciously hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist with both hands, and all the words he spit out hit Jiang Wuqi's lips: "It's very comfortable."

Jiang Wuqi moved down a little more, and with the tip of his tongue, picked two places on Feng Rugui's heart and mouth, before he could ask a question, Feng Rugui's low moan reached his ears.

Feng Rugui always felt that Jiang Wuqi was having foreplay with him, he covered his face with his right hand, his exposed skin seemed to be dyed with a layer of akane dye.

"Is it comfortable?" Jiang Wuqi sucked again, suddenly felt that the tip of his tongue was pricked, and asked in confusion, "It seems to be a little hard, so is this place hard?"

"You..." Feng Rugui felt helpless and happy at the same time, immediately withdrew his right hand and stared at Jiang Wuqi, "If you don't move them, how can they become stiff?"

Jiang Wuqi suddenly realized: "So they are hardened by poverty?"

Feng Rugui gritted his teeth: "It's all because of you, and it's also because of you that I'm soft all over."

Jiang Wuqi smiled, and put his palm on Feng Rugui's lower abdomen: "So what's going on here?"

Feng Rugui resisted the urge to throw Jiang Wuqi to the ground, bite him to death, and said through gritted teeth, "It's very comfortable."

Afterwards, Jiang Wuqi kissed Feng Rugui's shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists and ten fingers again, making Feng Rugui groan again and again, pursing his lips and replying: "It's very comfortable."

"Pindao has written down one by one." Jiang Wuqi said, and then went to kiss Feng Rugui's right wrist carefully, "Your wrist is very good now, but it must be very painful when it is broken? Is it the poor way?" Protect you, sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Feng Rugui caressed Jiang Wuqi's cheek and said, "It was my carelessness."

He suppressed his Qisi, concentrated his mind and said: "You and I are trapped here, I don't know what happened to the aunt who fell into the soul-calling well before you and me?"

Jiang Wuqi put on the footwear and soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes for Feng Rugui, then shook his head and said, "Pindao doesn't know either. Before Pindao fell into your illusion, he had never seen Mrs. Fu."

Afterwards, Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui in his arms, and roughly told Feng Rugui what he had experienced.

"Fool." Feng Rugui squinted at Jiang Wuqi with watery eyes, cursed with a smile, and then said, "After I fell into the well of summoning souls, I came to an empty place. I looked around, and there was nowhere to go. There is a palace not far away, and that palace is called the "Ecstasy Hall". I have been going around in that Ecstasy Palace for a long time, but I can't get out. Every time I will return to the gate of the palace. average. But I have never met a young monk..."

Feng Rugui paused for a moment, "Wuqi, that little monk might be acting weird."

Jiang Wuqi agreed: "Pindao also thought so at the beginning, so he tested him many times, but he didn't show the slightest trick."

Feng Rugui frowned slightly: "If, as he said, he really fell into the soul-calling well, then we must find him quickly."

Jiang Wuqi lowered his head and kissed Feng Rugui's eyebrows: "Go on."

Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand, kneaded it and said, "I'm not as patient as you. Since I can't get out of this palace, I just ruined it. I bit my fingertips and sucked some blood , and then destroyed the palace with red silk..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized something, kissed the back of Jiang Wuqi's hand lightly and said, "I'm afraid the collapse of the palace was caused by me, did it scare you?"

Jiang Wuqi reassured: "Poverty is not an immature child, it's just that the palace collapsed, how could he be frightened?"

When the words fell to the ground, he sighed again: "Rugui, in fact, you are afraid that something will happen to the poor, and seeing that the palace is not inhabited, you destroyed the palace in order to find the poor sooner?"

"Don't be too sentimental." After Feng Rugui said, he said awkwardly, "Your words are true."

Jiang Wuqi rubbed the end of Feng Rugui's red eyes with his fingertips: "Are you shy?"

Feng Rugui was forced by Jiang Wuqi's blunt questioning to bite the inside of Jiang Wuqi's wrist heavily, leaving a tooth mark on the vein and artery, and then said frankly: "Yes, I'm shy."

Jiang Wuqi lovingly rubbed Feng Rugui's forehead hair: "After the palace collapsed, Pindao and the young monk went to a side hall, and suddenly there were lively voices behind a wall, and Pindao covered it with his hands." That wall, that wall collapsed, like tofu, in a blink of an eye, Pindao and the young monk were already in a market, looking back, there was nothing left of the ruins of the palace, and then, Then Pindao saw Feng Rugui transformed from a strand of your hair and a drop of blood. Rugui, what happened to you after the palace collapsed?"

"Just like you, I also went to a market. This market is extremely lively, crowded with people, and food stalls are everywhere..." Feng Rugui noticed Jiang Wuqi's worried eyes and smiled contentedly, "Although I am greedy, I still eat food. I don’t want to eat these foods that I don’t know if they are poisoned or not, and nine out of ten of those foods are not human things, maybe they are human heads, human lungs, human hands and so on.”

Feng Rugui stopped joking, and continued: "I also saw the Mihun Tower like you, but I didn't go into the Mihun Tower, if I went into the Mihun Tower, maybe I would be able to meet you."

Jiang Wuqi denied it flatly, "Impossible."

Feng Rugui said sadly: "That's right, the person who dragged us into the Soul Summoning Well should have separated you and me with illusions. Even if we passed by, we probably wouldn't be able to recognize each other, otherwise we would be in the Hall of Ecstasy." , and also wandering around in the Hall of Fascination, how could they not meet each other?"

"We will definitely be able to get out of here, you don't have to worry." Jiang Wuqi couldn't see the look of disappointment in Feng Rugui's eyebrows, and immediately kissed Feng Rugui's eyebrows, "The dozens of days since you passed through the Mihun Tower During this time, have you been looking for poverty? But what accident happened?"

"I didn't encounter any accidents." Feng Rugui said distressedly, "I asked around, and I heard that someone who looked very much like you took the current prince away in the street, so I came to the Prince's mansion to check. I never thought that the present prince was an illusion. me, and you... don't know when he stole my hair and blood?"

He was not willing to go into details, and turned to say: "Wuqi, none of the living people here is a living person, except you and me, they should all be transformed by illusion, but since they are transformed by illusion, why would the people behind the scenes allow me to look for them?" To you? I originally came to the Prince's Mansion to look for you with suspicion."

Jiang Wuqi guessed: "Your hair and blood should have been stolen by you when you fell into the well of summoning souls. As for your question..."

He pondered and said: "Pimpedao thinks that the people behind the scenes are close to the decline of heaven and man, and they are about to be unable to maintain the illusion, so I let you find the poor way."

"A celestial being?" Feng Rugui murmured, "No wonder the illusion that conjures me up is quite powerful."

Jiang Wuqi continued: "There are three evidences for Pindao's conjecture: first, he let you find Pindao as mentioned just now; Is it to lead you and me into the Hall of Fascination and the Bazaar? It is very likely that he has not created many more illusions; third, why did he only conjure you to confuse the poor? To confuse you? It should be easy for him to get the hair and blood of the poor."

"There is another possibility about the third point..." Feng Rugui looked into Jiang Wuqi's eyes and said seriously, "Wuqi, it's because you can't confuse me..."

As he spoke, he laughed himself. After a while, he put away his teasing heart and said, "His target is probably you."

"If what you said is correct, then what does he have in mind for the poor Taoist?" Jiang Wuqi pondered for a long while, "Do you remember that little novice once said to that filial son, 'Thousands of years ago, he came up with a way to call back souls? Heavenly Master with means, Heavenly Master left a well for Fu’s Village’? That well is the soul-calling well, and we were trapped in the illusion after falling into the soul-calling well.”

"Of course I remember." Feng Rugui nodded slightly, "Maybe the illusion in front of me was done by that day's master?"

"Not good!" Jiang Wuqi suddenly had an idea, and immediately stood up with Feng Rugui in his arms, "He did everything possible to trap you and me in an illusion, but why didn't he come to take our lives? Maybe he needs It’s you and me, or the poor one alone, staying in this illusion.”

Feng Rugui deliberately ignored one of Jiang Wuqi's words: "But what good will it do him if you and I stay in this illusion?"

Jiang Wuqi asked urgently: "As home, how many days have we been in this illusion?"

Feng Rugui said suspiciously: "I don't know how long I spent in the Mihun Temple, because the Mihun Temple does not distinguish between day and night, so it's hard to judge, but it has been 45 days since I arrived at the market."

"If the day and night of the market are the same as in the human world, plus the time you and I stayed in the Mihun Temple, I am afraid that 49 days have passed. After a person dies, according to the custom, a ritual ceremony is performed every seven days to sacrifice the deceased. , One sacrifice and one spirit scattered, until July 49th, the seven souls will be gone." Jiang Wuqi blamed himself, "I'm afraid that after July 49th, we will never be able to get out of this illusion again. You are just trying to delay the poor, the poor have no eyes, don't know the truth, it is really stupid."

"You don't need to blame yourself, we will definitely break this illusion." Feng Rugui retracted the barrier, summoned the red silk and wrapped it around his wrist, "Wuqi, let's go."

With a flick of Jiang Wuqi's fingers, "Queshang" suddenly appeared.

It was mentioned in the story book that Jiang Wuqi was good at swordsmanship, but Feng Rugui had never seen Jiang Wuqi's swordsmanship before, it was a bit new.

Jiang Wuqi turned to Feng Rugui's back, and raised his voice, "Rugui, follow the poor way to break through this illusion."

The back has always been the place of Buddhism, the two of them handed over each other's backs, one wields a sword, the other wields red silk, after a while, the golden splendor in front of them turned into ruins just like the Palace of Fascinating Souls.

After breaking through the prince's mansion, another guard surrounded him.

These guards are all illusions, but the dead state is no different from that of a living person, which is shocking to see.

Blood, viscera, intestines, severed limbs and heads, and miserable groans, all of them seemed to be alive.

Some seemingly ignorant maids came up to welcome them, and with a snap of their fingers, they ended up just like those guards.

One of the maids was still young, she looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, and after her throat was cut, she actually hugged Feng Rugui's left foot.

Feng Rugui bowed his head, seeing her immature face, he couldn't bear it, but fortunately, Jiang Wuqi made a decisive decision and cut off the maid's hands.

"Let's go." Jiang Wuqi uttered a single word, and dispelled the guilt in Feng Rugui's heart.

It's an illusion, it's an illusion, it's an illusion...

Feng Rugui kept repeating in his heart, and shook Jiang Wuqi's hand again, his heart felt relieved.

Jiang Wuqi was determined, not to be swayed by illusions, he killed Jian, kissed Feng Rugui's lips, and said: "Let's go back to the world, as if we are home, Pindao wants to marry you, Pindao wants to marry you in the bridal chamber, Pindao wants to practice the comfortable places you wrote down just now in the bridal chamber. Pindao will never allow you to break here. If you break here, Pindao will go to heaven and earth. Hold you in my arms, do you remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember." Feng Rugui was so moved that he rubbed Jiang Wuqi's arm with his forehead, "Wuqi, let's go."

When they were young, the two of them broke through the walls of the Prince's Mansion, and what they saw was the Nine Layers Palace.

Even if the Prince's Mansion is adjacent to the Jiuzhong Palace, it is absolutely impossible to be so close that there is only a wall between them. I am afraid that the people behind the scenes are causing trouble again.

Feng Rugui called out a piece of red silk to wrap around his and Jiang Wuqi's wrists, and then he and Jiang Wuqi went to break the palace wall together.

The palace wall was lightly tapped by "Que Shang"'s sword energy and the red silk, and immediately collapsed.

Large areas of palace walls and large areas of the palace collapsed continuously. During the period, some guards, servants, and maids came to stop them. After that, the concubines and some princes and daughters in the palace also surrounded them.

The morning court was going on in the main hall located in the center of the Jiuzhong Palace. Hearing the movement, civil servants and generals came out of the main hall one after another.

After Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi removed all these civil servants and generals, Jiang Wuqi heard someone calling for help: "Young Master Jiang, save this little monk."

Jiang Wuqi followed the prestige, but saw that Huixin was tied to a palace pillar, blushing with anxiety, struggling endlessly towards him.

Jiang Wuqi turned his head to ask Feng Rugui: "Maybe you can see his identity?"

"Is he the little monk you met in the Mihun Palace?" Feng Rugui asked, seeing Jiang Wuqi nod his head, and said hesitantly, "From my point of view, he should be a mortal, but the timing of his appearance twice Very strange..."

Jiang Wuqi thought about it and said, "If it was unfortunate that we were caught by the impoverished people just now, then the 49th and 49th day must not have come yet, otherwise the people behind the scenes would not need to use illusions to stop us, but there may not be much time until the [-]th [-]th day .”

As he spoke, Huixin's cries for help filled his ears, and Huixin's cries for help became more and more miserable, even crying.

Huixin wept pitifully, his small face was covered with tears, the tears dripped from his chin, and wet the skirt of his monk's robe.

He kept saying to Jiang Wuqi: "Young Master Jiang, come and save this little monk, I don't want to die here."

Seeing that Jiang Wuqi only cared about talking to Feng and ignoring him, he couldn't help but resentfully said: "If you hadn't left the little monk behind in the market, how could the little monk fall into the hands of thieves?"

Jiang Wuqi looked at Huixin with compassion on his face, and stepped forward step by step. He held "Queshang" in his hand, the sword was covered with scarlet, and the scarlet fell to the ground drop by drop along the blade from the tip of the sword, drawing a line. Long bloodstains.

As Jiang Wuqi gradually approached, Hui Xin burst into tears and smiled: "Young Master Jiang, thank you for saving your life."

But in the next moment, "Queshang" didn't cut off the hemp rope that bound Huixin, but sank into Huixin's heart without hesitation.

Now that he has no time to delay, even if he kills innocent people indiscriminately, he must let Feng Rugui return to the human world.

He pulled out his sword and stared at the freshly stained blood on the tip of the sword without any regrets.

It's just that the sound of "tick, tick..." is a bit harsh.

His Feng Rugui shouldn't be trapped in this false illusion for no reason.

His Feng Rugui likes all kinds of dim sum and meat food, if he is trapped here, he will never be able to eat it again.

His Feng Rugui likes rouge and gouache, gold hairpins and tinsel, if he is stuck here, he will never be able to buy them again.