Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui stretched out his hand to cover the back of Jiang Wuqi's hand, rubbed it gently, and at the same time, smiled narrowly: "If I gain weight, will it be more comfortable to hold?"

Jiang Wuqi didn't understand Feng Rugui's implication, and said without hesitation: "If you are fatter, it won't be more comfortable to hold you. As far as the poor are concerned, whether you are fat or thin, it is very comfortable to hold you. , you are too thin, which makes Pindao feel bad."

Hearing the words, Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand and touched Jiang Wuqi's heart, raised his head and said, "Then you have to treat me better and feed me every day, so that this heart won't be able to bear the pain one day. .”

Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "After going to Ruizhou, the poor will go to hunt down monsters and catch monsters to earn more money."

Feng Rugui was not short of taels of silver, but he liked Jiang Wuqi's look of thinking of him very much, so he said with a smile: "Wuqi, you must earn more taels of silver, lest you starve me out of poverty."

Feng Rugui's lips were still stained with a lot of broth from braised elbows with rock sugar, Jiang Wuqi took out a handkerchief, wiped it off for him carefully, and then asked softly, "Are you tired? Do you want to go upstairs?"

Feng Rugui lazily rubbed Jiang Wuqi's waist, shook his head and said, "You can carry me up."

There were only a few diners in the lobby of the inn, and when they saw Jiang Wuqi going upstairs with Feng Rugui in his arms, they all stared sideways.

After going upstairs and entering the room, Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui to the bed, and asked Feng Rugui, "Do you want some water?"

Feng Rugui lay reclining on the bed, resting the back of his head with his right hand, and said to Jiang Wuqi, "Yes, you can feed me."

Jiang Wuqi poured a cup of tea, sat on the edge of the bed, and sent the tea cup to Feng Rugui's lips.

However, Feng Rugui sat up, kneaded Jiang Wuqi's lips with his fingertips, and inserted another fingertip. For a while, his eyes were full of charm, and he even deliberately said in a hoarse voice: " Hey, use here."

Jiang Wuqi's ears were a little hot, and Feng Rugui's fingertips were playing tricks on his mouth again, he collected himself, and said vaguely: "All right."

Feng Rugui flicked the tip of Jiang Wuqi's tongue with Danko, then retracted his fingertips, and stared at Jiang Wuqi with burning eyes.

Jiang Wuqi took a sip of tea in his mouth, put down the teacup on the low table beside him, and then bent down.

As soon as Feng Rugui was touched by Jiang Wuqi's lips, he took the initiative to reach out and hugged Jiang Wuqi, and then opened his lips to let Jiang Wuqi in.

Feng Rugui's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, but every time he kisses, his mouth is extremely hot, almost boiling Jiang Wuqi's blood.

Jiang Wuqi put the tea in Feng Rugui's mouth into Feng Rugui's mouth, and Fang wanted to take another sip of tea, but was caught by Feng Rugui's soft tongue.

There is a soft tongue, which sometimes slides across his tongue, and sometimes hides in the dark, making him unable to stop.

He was controlled by his body, unknowingly, he got on the bed, pressed Feng Rugui and kissed.

During the kiss, he raised his hand and pulled out the agate hairpin from Jiang Wuqi's bun, and Feng Rugui's long hair immediately poured over the bed.

Feng Rugui didn't put on makeup after grooming and washing before, but Jiang Wuqi felt that Feng Rugui's lips were too gorgeous.

This Feng Rugui is not a thousand-year-old evil spirit, it should be a soul-stirring voluptuous ghost.

Jiang Wuqi carefully tasted the inside of his mouth, and then licked his lips.

Although Feng Rugui said that his body was ugly, in fact Feng Rugui's body was beautiful in every way, no need for rouge and gouache, his appearance was enough to make people obsessed, and the body itself made people want to hold him in their arms , so easy to bully.

Jiang Wuqi meandered up from Feng Rugui's lips, kissed his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, ears, and chin, and finally stopped on the temple, and confessed: "Rugui, Pindao likes your looks."

Feng Rugui was a little dazed by Jiang Wuqi's kiss, and gasped, "Do you only like my appearance?"

Jiang Wuqi gathered Fengru into his arms, and said solemnly: "It's not just about appearance, Pindao also likes your body, but Pindao likes your demeanor and reaction when being kissed and touched by Pindao even more. You are very beautiful, but In fact, to Pindao, appearance is not important, and there is no difference between beauty and bone. If it is only because of appearance, Pindao may not like you. Pindao only likes your appearance and body after he likes you , so as long as your soul remains unchanged, no matter what your appearance is, the poor will be happy with you."

When Feng Rugui was the second son, he was handsome and elegant, but in terms of appearance, he was not as good as Feng Rugui.

After he became Feng Rugui, he never struggled with his appearance, after all, this appearance was already a part of him.

But hearing that Jiang Wuqi liked his appearance only after he liked him, he was very happy.

Jiang Wuqi would never tell a lie, he didn't need to explore the truth of Jiang Wuqi's words, he could enjoy Jiang Wuqi's confession with peace of mind.

He took a low breath, drew Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows with his fingertips, and said frankly: "I like your eyebrows, gentle and compassionate, but the reason why I fell in love with you at first is because you can give me a sense of security. "

Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui a little tighter, and breathed on the top of Feng Rugui's hair: "With Poor Dao by your side, you don't need to feel uneasy."

"Do you want to shelter me from the wind and rain?" Feng Rugui joked, then pursed his lips and said, "Thank you for being so pleasing to me."

Jiang Wuqi said earnestly: "Poverty Dao has always been boring, and he has no possessions. It is a blessing that Poverty Dao can't even dream of. Poverty Dao should thank you."

Feng Rugui smiled and said: "Then from now on, you have to love me well."

Jiang Wuqi wanted to respond, but for some reason, a strong smell of blood suddenly came in through the crack of the door.

He nervously went to look at Feng Rugui, Feng Rugui's complexion really turned pale.

Feng Rugui bit his lip, looked at Jiang Wuqi again and said, "Sorry."

Afterwards, Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand, put his index finger in his mouth, licked it lightly, and then bit a hole.

Feng Rugui hadn't had that addiction for two months, but the bloody smell had hooked up the addiction that was lurking deep in his body.

Afraid of hurting Jiang Wuqi, he sucked some blood and spat out the finger.

At the same time, the door of their room was broken open, and then more than ten young people poured in.

These youths were dressed in ordinary navy blue clothes and held swords in their hands. They were well trained and surrounded them in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Wuqi knew at a glance that they were the disciples of Wangjianmen, and this Wangjianmen was a local sect in Fengdu.

Feng Rugui looked calm, Shi Shiran got off the bed, and pulled off Jiang Wuqi's wrist, which was still on the bed, so that Jiang Wuqi could also get off the bed, and then hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist with one hand, and hooked Jiang Wuqi's back with the other. The neck was attached to Jiang Wuqi's ear, and he said: "The Wangjian Gate is coming towards me. Do you still remember when we first met, when I sent you down the ghost mountain, there was a young man in black who couldn't make love and held my throat. Forced me to submit, and later, I was stabbed in the left shoulder by him because I suffered from the addiction and my body was blunt?"

"Is that Mr. Chang?" Jiang Wuqi guessed in his heart that Mr. Chang was going to force a marriage again, and then he heard Feng Rugui say, "It's Mr. Chang Siyuan."

Feng Rugui glanced at the Wangjianmen disciples in front of him one by one, and said with a smile: "Why did you come here?"

None of the Wangjianmen disciples replied, but they formed a sword formation and surrounded the two of them.

The sword light flourished like a silver snake, wrapping around the two of them.

Jiang Wuqi protected Feng Ru behind him, and summoned Fuchen.

All these people were no match for Jiang Wuqi's tenth in one place, Feng Rugui was not worried, he stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist, then buried his head behind Jiang Wuqi and yawned softly.

The blood he had just sucked was not enough, and the addiction could not be suppressed, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but there was still a steady stream of bloody smell coming from outside.

In order to get him, Chang Siyuan resorted to such nasty tricks, he was afraid that he would lose control and kill Jiang Wuqi, so he had to raise his head and bit the skin on the back of Jiang Wuqi's neck with his mouth.

Jiang Wuqi's blood was extremely delicious, and the soft tongue hidden in his mouth wriggled desperately, trying to sink into the opening to nibble.

He restrained the soft tongue in his mouth with willpower, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Wuqi turned his head, and said with concern: "If you return, can't you suppress that addiction?"

Feng Rugui's eyes had produced faint scarlet, and that scarlet was spreading rapidly.

Jiang Wuqi was wary of the group of young people who had been knocked to the ground by his whisk, while pressing the back of Feng Rugui's head to his throat, each word was as gentle as water: "You can drink as much as you want, Don't worry about poverty."

Feng Rugui shook his head suddenly, pushed Jiang Wuqi away, and walked out of the room. There were ten corpses lying across the aisle.

These corpses were still warm, and they were barely complete, and the blood kept flowing from the wounds, so that at a glance, the ground was covered with blood.

As far as he is concerned, only Jiang Wuqi's blood can be imported. These bloods clearly make him sick, but why can these bloods easily arouse such an excruciating addiction?

When will he quit that addiction?

He really couldn't bear to hurt his Jiang Wuqi again.

Feeling powerless and angry at the same time, he raised his voice and said: "Chang Siyuan, come out and hide behind others, you are shameless to see me? Why don't you tell me clearly in person what your plan is."

Affected by this appearance and the gold and silver treasures in the ghost mountain, after he became a ghost, hundreds of living people, ascetics, ghosts, and monsters came to the ghost mountain to ask him for marriage within a year.

He gave them a lesson and drove them down the ghost mountain.

Many of them left and returned, but Chang Siyuan was the one with the deepest obsession.

Even though he told Chang Siyuan many times that he was not a woman, but only dressed as a woman, Chang Siyuan refused to be trusted, insisted on treating him as a woman, and threatened to marry him as his wife, so that he could be subdued , Take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms.

Chang Siyuan was disgusted in his heart, but Chang Siyuan had no crime, far from enough to cause death, and he never killed anyone, so he had to bear it again and again.

The day Jiang Wuqi ran into Chang Siyuan when he went down the mountain, it was Chang Siyuan No. 20 who went up the mountain seven times to ask for marriage.

It's not because he refused to do anything in front of Jiang Wuqi, after all, he had no love for Jiang Wuqi at that time.

It was because he really couldn't make up his mind to take the lives of others.

Now it seems that his kindness gave Chang Siyuan a chance to make progress.

His own life and death are fine, but Jiang Wuqi can't, no one is allowed to touch his Jiang Wuqi.

Thinking of this, he was about to raise his hand to bite his wrist, but someone slapped his wrist away.

"Wuqi..." He looked sideways at Jiang Wuqi, and grabbed Jiang Wuqi's index finger that he had just bitten off to suck blood.

Jiang Wuqi's blood, this is Jiang Wuqi's blood that he likes... As the blood diffuses into his body bit by bit, every inch of his body is urged to shout one after another: Wuqi, Wuqi... Perceived Feng Rugui's action of sucking his own fingertips became more and more forceful, Jiang Wuqi rubbed Feng Rugui's forehead hair, then took Feng Rugui into his arms, and said: "Slow down, don't worry, Pindao will definitely not push you away. you."

He just pushed Jiang Wuqi away and came out of the room in order not to suck Jiang Wuqi's blood, why is he drinking Jiang Wuqi's blood now?

Feng Rugui was thinking in confusion, but all his thoughts were already focused on Jiang Wuqi's blood.

Seeing that the plan worked, the people looking at the sword gate took advantage of this opportunity to attack Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi fought against the enemy with his fly whisk, and easily protected Feng Rugui.

Wangjianmen is well-known, a hundred-year-old school, is it only at this level?

Jiang Wuqi wondered who might be behind Wangjianmen, but a middle-aged man came from not far away.

The middle-aged man walked very slowly, but with the snap of his fingers, he was already in front of Jiang Wuqi, Jiang Wuqi only saw him make a move, and the wind of his palm was already on his face.

His cultivation base should be slightly better than Jiang Wuqi's.

Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui with one hand, and palmed the middle-aged man with the other, at the same time, with his inner breath, he urged Fuchen to sweep away the group of Wangjianmen disciples who were about to move.

On the surface, it seemed that there was no winner in this palm, but Jiang Wuqi knew that he lost.

He was hit by the inner breath of the middle-aged man and took three steps back before he stabilized, and then he lowered his eyes to see Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui still had his index finger in his mouth, but luckily the scarlet red in his eyes had receded a bit.

A moment later, Feng Rugui flew out from Jiang Wuqi's arms and hit the middle-aged man's Baihui acupoint directly.

Baihui acupoint is a fatal acupoint on the human body, located at the intersection of the midline of the top of the head and the line connecting the tips of a pair of ears. If one can succeed in one blow, relying on Feng Rugui's improved cultivation level after drinking Jiang Wuqi's blood, he will definitely be able to kill him .

Feng Rugui's movement was swift, the middle-aged man managed to dodge with great difficulty, but he smiled and said, "Why didn't you suck up that Taoist priest's blood?"

This middle-aged man should be planning to defeat them one by one, let him drain Jiang Wuqi's blood, kill Jiang Wuqi, and then deal with him.

This middle-aged man's brows are five or six points similar to Chang Siyuan, presumably he should be Chang Siyuan's biological father - Chang Cheng'an, the master of Wangjian Sect.

Chang Cheng'an was the most powerful head of Wangjian Sect in the past 500 years. When he was fifteen, he killed the most ferocious ogre in Fengdu at that time with one sword.

If it's really Chang Chengan, I'm afraid it won't be easy to get along with him.

So what if you don't get along well?

Feng Rugui's eyes changed, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said with a smile, "What do you want to teach, Master Changmen?"

Chang Chengan didn't say a word, he flipped his palms, the saber appeared suddenly, and it was another blow.

Feng Rugui's hair was untied, and it was raised one after another during the movements, half covering his face, arousing people's daydreams.

Jiang Wuqi stepped quickly to protect Feng Rugui's side, Feng Rugui's eyes softened as soon as they touched Jiang Wuqi.

In the next moment, he concentrated on dealing with Chang Chengan.

Jiang Wuqi still had a lot of Wangjianmen disciples to deal with, so he couldn't put all his thoughts on Feng Rugui.

The disciples of Wangjianmen were difficult to deal with, even though he knew he was far from being Jiang Wuqi's opponent, he kept rushing forward one after another.

Jiang Wuqi didn't intend to hurt them at first, but he was so entangled that he couldn't help it. With a movement of the horse mane on the whisk, he simply brushed against the feet of Wangjianmen's disciples one by one.

Those Wangjianmen disciples fell to the ground immediately, struggling to get up, but they couldn't get up.

Jiang Wuqi didn't hurt the meridians on their feet, it just made them unable to stand up.

Seeing that his feet were bleeding profusely, the disciples of Wangjianmen were a little timid, fearing that their feet would be disabled, they wailed repeatedly.

Feng Rugui called out the red silk, his clothes fluttered, he had already fought Chang Chengan for more than ten strokes.

The two of them seemed to be able to handle each other with ease, but after Jiang Wuqi joined the battle, Chang Chengan inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

Chang Chengan knew that Feng Rugui who had sucked blood would be difficult to deal with, but unexpectedly, he was unexpectedly strong. Feng Rugui who had sucked blood should be confused or fainted on the spot, why is he still sober?

As for Jiang Wuqi who was beside Feng Rugui, he didn't know him, he just guessed that he was a bit heavy, and he didn't expect that he had such a level.

Now that Chang Chengan had discovered his weakness, he no longer entangled with the two of them, so as not to end badly if he lost, he put away his saber and stepped aside.

While bandaging Jiang Wuqi's wound on the back of Jiang Wuqi's neck and index finger, Feng Rugui asked calmly, "Leader Chang, let me explain why you came here. Now, the disciples under your sect have no strength to fight anymore. You alone are the only ones who want to control the wound." Living with me and Wuqi is nothing different from the Arabian Nights."

Feng Rugui's arrogant and disrespectful voice was really unpleasant, Chang Chengan was so angry that the veins on his temples bulged, he had never been underestimated in his life.

But he was the master of the sect, he immediately suppressed his anger and asked, "Why did you kill Siyuan?"

Feng Rugui was stunned: "Is Chang Siyuan dead?"

Chang Chengan also said that Feng Rugui was pretending to be surprised, so he said coldly: "This year, at the time of May [-]th, he died in Ghost Mountain."

May [-]th was the beginning of summer, and on May [-]nd, Jiang Wuqi entered the ghost mountain, just at the time when his addiction broke out, and he was pressed and sucked blood.

At Mao time on May [-]th, he and Jiang Wuqi went down the Ghost Mountain together.

On May [-]th, they had already arrived in Fengchun City, and after that, they encountered Liang Jingwen and Lu Yuanbai's trafficking of young girls.

But today is September [-]rd, nearly four months have passed since Chang Siyuan was murdered, unless the murderer is stupid, the clues should have been sorted out long ago.

Feng Rugui thought about it, looked at Chang Chengan, and asked: "I really didn't kill Chang Siyuan, why does Changmen Master think that Chang Siyuan was killed by me?"

Seeing Feng Rugui's innocent expression, Chang Cheng'an became even more angry, and was about to swallow Feng Rugui alive.

He said angrily: "Siyuan was sucked dry of blood and turned into a mummy. Who else in Fengdu would suck the blood of a living person? Besides, I found Siyuan in your ghost mountain."

"Really?" Feng Rugui smiled lightly, "Then I killed someone and threw the body into your Wangjian Gate, so is it the person you killed at Wangjian Gate?"

"Sophistry." Chang Chengan reprimanded, "Don't think that you can fool this old man with your clever tongue."

"I've never thought of fooling Chang Clan Master. Chang Clan Master is too worried." Feng Rugui argued, "But I'm a ghost mountain at Maoshi on May [-]th, and I've already left Fengdu at Chenshi. How can I kill someone?"

Jiang Wuqi also echoed, "Rugui is indeed the ghost mountain that I went down with Pindao at Maoshi on May [-]th."

No matter what sect or sect the Taoist priest in front of him is, this Taoist priest is obviously confused by Feng Rugui, Xu has already had an affair with Feng Rugui, how can Chang Chengan trust him?

Chang Chengan only has one son, Chang Siyuan, who is very precious, well-clothed and well-fed, and served by a beautiful woman like a flower. He never imagined that one day, Chang Siyuan would kill Feng Rugui, a thousand-year-old evil ghost who lived on the ghost mountain. .

Feng Rugui was born beautiful, practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and cultivated a physical body, but he is definitely not a good material for a wife.

The cultivation level of the only son is far inferior to Feng Rugui's, so if he marries Feng Rugui into the family, wouldn't he have to worry about it day and night?

But Chang Chengan couldn't stand the only son's playfulness, so he agreed temporarily, anyway, Feng Rugui wouldn't allow him to marry.

The only son got his consent, and immediately went to the ghost mountain to ask for marriage, bringing a lot of dowry gifts.

He was afraid that his only son might miss something, so he followed secretly. Seeing his only son being driven down the mountain by Feng Rugui together with the dowry and the disciples carrying the dowry, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the only son was obsessed with Feng Rugui's appearance , It went a full 27 times.

Twenty times later, he expected that Feng Rugui was afraid that he would look at the sword gate and would not attack his only son, so he let his only son go alone without any worries, and did not follow him secretly.