Rebel general Xiao thinks of this seat

After a thick cloud passed, the sun poured in lazily.Fenghe was dazzled by the light and woke up.But when he saw the empty bed beside him, his heart was suddenly empty.

What about Long An?

He frowned and walked out of the room, sat on the stool, and looked at Yuan Zhao.Just as he was hesitating whether to ask or not, he heard Yuan Zhao say, "Long An has gone to practice."

Feng He scooped up a spoonful of fried rice with eggs, and was slightly absent-minded: "Oh." Does Long An not want to feed him blood that much?

On this day, except for the necessary housework, Long An hardly left the training room, and spent the whole day in the training room.Feng He's face was also dark for the whole day.

It happened that Fenghe was helping cook in the kitchen that day.

After looking at it for a long time, Yuan Zhao still wanted to remind him: "Fenghe, that, you choose the heart of the vegetables into the end of the vegetables."

Feng He was taken aback for a moment, looked down at the turquoise vegetable selection water in the wooden basin, and the stirred up and down vegetable powder. After a long silence, he said, "Sorry."

Yuan Zhao didn't say anything, just glanced at the direction of the training room, decided to take out the corn and meat, diced them and fried them together.

For lunch and dinner, Long An hurriedly took a few bites and then went back to the training room.

Feng He didn't say anything, just broke the four chopsticks with a frosty face.

Teng Snake: "Little friend Yuanzhao, the things the prince prepared are not very strong."

Yuan Zhao: "... a bit."

When washing dishes at night, Feng He was also absent-minded.After the seventh sound of breaking dishes came from the kitchen, Yuan Zhao felt that Feng He could not stay in the kitchen any longer.

Teng Snake sighed, "Little friend Yuanzhao, I think you can complain about that prince after you go out."

Yuan Zhao sighed: "I don't think it's the prince's problem."

Walking into the kitchen, I saw Feng He staring at the broken bowl in a daze.

At first glance, it was Long An's bowl that fell.

He rubbed his forehead, deeply aware of his heavy responsibility to save the fragile dishes.

Yuan Zhao pushed Feng He out of the kitchen, and said with a complicated expression, "Patriarch, go and rest, you are also tired today." If you stay any longer, there will be more than just bowls broken in the kitchen.

Feng He: "Yeah." After speaking, he turned around and left in a bit of a daze.

Yuan Zhao thought, these two are in a cold war?He turned around and went into the kitchen, intending to wash the dishes, but he suddenly discovered an extremely important problem, that is—the dishes were broken and clean.

Yuan Zhao: "..." Is the highest state of washing dishes to wash until there are no more dishes to wash? !

After the lights were turned off, Feng He waited on the bed for a long time before Long An came back from the practice room.

Long An fell asleep as soon as he got off the bed, and the light snoring sound reached Feng He's ears, which made him extremely depressed.

He sighed, didn't he just not talk to Long An all day, why was he a little angry?

In the morning, because the whole set of tableware was changed, Long Anxin found out no matter how old he was.He wondered, "Did you change the bowl?"

Feng He: "..." Hmph.

Yuan Zhao sighed: "The bowl is not very strong."

Teng Snake echoed: "It's fragile."

Long An stuffed the last dumpling into his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Ju Lingyu is used up."

Yuan Zhao was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Long An took a sip of the soup and said, "We need to break through as soon as possible."

Yuan Zhao threw a storage bag to him: "Here. Twice as many as before."

Long An was overjoyed: "Thank you. I will definitely work harder!"

"Crack——" is the sound of chopsticks breaking.Feng He smashed the bowl on the table, got up and left.

Long An put down the soup bowl, blinked, and asked suspiciously: "What happened to him?"

Yuan Zhao Fu forehead: "Shouldn't I ask you this?"

It had a headache, and the third pair of chopsticks didn't save its life, and it managed to survive a breakfast.

Do you guys know how to cherish resources? !

Long An tilted his head, becoming more and more confused: "Ask me? I didn't provoke him. I didn't talk to him yesterday or today. Where did you provoke him?"

Yuan Zhao patted Long An's shoulder, and said seriously: "I think you just don't have a brain."

Long An didn't care about this issue anymore, after drinking the soy milk cooked by Yuan Zhao, he sighed "delicious", and went to the training room.

Teng Snake sighed: "Do you think this young man is really stupid or fake?"

Yuan Zhao put away the chopsticks and said, "I only know that if they keep arguing like this, no amount of chopsticks will be enough for Feng He to break."

Teng She added: "There is still a bowl."

Yuan Zhao: "..."

Indeed, the bowl was not enough for Feng He to throw.

It was the same for the next three days, Long An just sat in the training room for a whole day.Yuan Zhao also sympathetically reduced the housework for him, but well, the clothes still have to be washed when he does.

Long An felt a chill down his back as he carried a tub of clothes.

He couldn't help but said to Fenghe who was staring at him closely behind him: "What's wrong with me?! Old Fenghuang, why are you staring at me like this?"

Feng He snorted coldly.

Long An was puzzled, and obediently washed his clothes.

The sparkling water floated in the still mild sunlight, and Long An's face had light lines reflected from the water from time to time, which made him feel a little dreamy, as if he was in a place where pearls and hibiscus were shining.

Feng He's eyes became more and more scorching.

Long An picked up the washed clothes, shuddered, and said, "Old Fenghuang, if you have something to say, just say it! What does it mean to look at me like this!"

Feng He looked away and snorted again.

"..." Long An had no choice but to say, "I have already seized the time to practice, and you will be able to detoxify the day after tomorrow, so you don't need to drink my blood anymore."

Don't look at me like that, I'm really working hard to detoxify you.

Feng He couldn't help scratching his arm with his arms, his face was like a black cloud, brushed Long An's shoulder, and walked back to the bamboo forest courtyard with big strides.

Long An was puzzled and trotted back to the yard behind him.

Yuan Zhao, who was about to go out with the sapling in his arms, saw Feng He's expression as if he wanted to eat people, and grabbed Long An who was following him: "What's wrong?"

Long An shook his head: "I don't know either, he suddenly became like this."

Yuan Zhao pondered, and after a while, said: "It wasn't sudden. You don't know, Feng He broke 57 pairs of chopsticks and dropped [-] bowls in the past three days." Originally, one pair was broken in one meal, but later it was two pairs. , Three pairs, so that he has to wash a few more pairs of chopsticks when he eats.

Long An was shocked: "What's wrong with him? His hands are shaking?!"

Yuan Zhao: "..." He seemed to understand Feng He's abnormality.

It's him, he also has to vent Parkinson's syndrome to Long An.

Yuan Zhao said helplessly: "He is angry." Why didn't you see it?

Long An was astonished: "Is he so angry?" So many bowls and chopsticks were broken?

Yuan Zhao gave him a strange look, and said, "We've been sharing the same bed for the past few days, and you don't know he's angry?"

Long An shook his head: "Why would I know? I have devoted myself to cultivating these few days just to detoxify him. Does he think my breakthrough speed is too slow?"

Yuan Zhao: "..." He finally understood where the crux was.

If it wasn't for holding the peach sapling with both hands, he would definitely give Long An a blow.

Long An didn't want to say more: "Then I'll work harder to cultivate, so I'll go first." After speaking, he hurried to dry the clothes.

Yuan Zhao shook his head, thinking that one was awkward and the other was innocent. I really don't know how they got together that day.

That's all, tonight or tomorrow night, let's talk to that tapir dragon.

After talking to Long An, the problem between the two of them was easily solved.

It's a pity that tonight is not a good time, because Long An made a small breakthrough tonight.There were wrinkles in the air around the training room, and Yuan Zhao didn't bother him.

Before dawn, Long An went to pull Fenghe again.

Feng He didn't wake up, the aura of waking up coincided with the suffocation of the past few days, so that he opened Long An's hand and said, "Get out!"

Long An moved his position slightly, and said, "Help each other."

Feng He woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes to see that face getting closer.Inexplicably aggrieved: Will this remember me?He turned over and turned his back to Long An.

Long An pushed him: "Old Phoenix?"

Feng He turned his back impatiently, not letting Long An's hand fall on him: "The ghost wants to help each other with you!"

Long An was suddenly murdered, a little dazed, and asked: "Then what should I do?"

Feng He snorted: "You solve it yourself, don't bother me."

Long An was silent for a while, then poked Feng He on the back: "Are you angry?"

"No." Feng He said in his heart, he was not angry.Then he retracted himself into the quilt in annoyance, and thought again, I'm not angry.

Long An looked at the little earthen bag, somehow felt that Feng He was a little cute?

Immediately he shuddered.Why did he think that old phoenix was cute? !This is too scary! !

After dinner that day, Long An was about to go to the practice room when he was stopped by Yuan Zhao.

Yuan Zhao said, "Have a drink with me."

Long An tried to struggle: "But can't you drink?"

Yuan Zhao: "...shut up." Can you speak?

Long An didn't dare to resist the man who controlled their stomachs, so he obediently climbed up to the roof with him and watched the sunset together.Long An couldn't help asking: "Do you watch the sunset here every day?"

Yuan Zhao shook his head, an unopened jar of wine in his hand: "No, I'm waiting for the moon."

Long An asked curiously, "What are you waiting for the moon to do?"

Yuanzhao seems to be able to see far, far away through the sunset.

He pondered for a moment, and said leisurely: "I miss my hometown."

Long An: "The Devil Realm?"

Yuan Zhao shook his head.

During this year, both Tapir Long and Feng He deliberately kept silent about the past events in the God Realm, but Long An didn't feel anything, and said what he wanted to say, outspoken.

He sighed: "My other hometown."

Long An: "Another hometown? Is there anything worth thinking about there?"

Yuan Zhao said with emotion: "I miss my laptop, mobile phone, TV..."

Long An: "...What are those?" He didn't understand any of them.

Yuan Zhao waved his hand: "I will tell you when I have a chance in the future. Look, the sky is completely dark."

Long An: "You waited until the moon." So can you let me go?

Yuan Zhao opened the wine seal and took a sip: "What's the rush? Sit down again, we haven't discussed the business yet."

Long An reached out to get the wine, but was avoided.He said: "Do you want me to drink with you or to watch you drink?"

Yuan Zhao: "You're going to coax people later. Coaxing people after drinking is not sincere."

Long An was confused: "Who are you coaxing?"

Yuan Zhao glanced at him sideways, and said, "Would you like to coax Feng He when he is angry?"

Long An was even more confused: "Why did he coax me when he was angry?"

Yuan Zhao put down the wine jar, and said incredulously: "He is angry because of you, what do you want to do if you don't coax people?"

Long An scratched his head: "But he said this morning that he wasn't angry?"

Yuan Zhao: "..." This child is hopeless.

He rubbed his forehead and said: "That's his angry words. You are both in a relationship, and you didn't realize that he was angry. Are you too big-hearted?"

"Huh?" Long An asked wonderingly: "What is a romantic relationship?"

Yuan Zhao's heart "thumped", and a bad guess came to his mind.After thinking for a moment, he asked with difficulty: "Do you know what it means to like someone?"

Long An: "Same as the cabbage stuffed buns you make?"

"No." Yuan Zhao raised his forehead, "If you like someone, you will want to get close to him, your face will be red and your heart will beat, you will want to share with him what you like and your happiness, and you will want to spend your life with him. Do you understand? ?”

Long An: "Oh."

"How do you feel about Fenghe?"

Long An thought hard for a long while before admitting blushingly: "It's what you said." When facing Fenghe, he often felt that something was wrong with his heart, and he had thought a lot about it.

And these hidden thoughts were actually expressed by Yuan Zhao exactly.

He likes Fenghe?

Yuan Zhao showed a look of "children can be taught", and said, "Feng He also means the same."

Long An felt that his mood and body were a little light, and said, "Oh."

Yuan Zhao sighed: "Now you know why Fenghe is angry?"

Long An honestly shook his head: "I don't know."

Yuan Zhao: "..." Dead wood cannot be carved.He took a sip of his wine and said, "Have you not spoken to anyone for a few days?"

Long An thought for a moment, and said, "I told you this morning."

Yuan Zhao: "... What did he tell you?"

"Let me go, don't disturb his sleep." Long An was even a little aggrieved.

Yuan Zhao: "..." It's hopeless.

Long An: "What should I do?"

Yuan Zhao: "Want to know? Come here, I'll show you something."

Long An moved over curiously, took a booklet in Yuan Zhao's hand, opened it, and found it familiar.He asked: "This looks like something I found in Zhumo's yard before. What is it?"

Yuan Zhao smiled mysteriously, and slowly explained the matter to him clearly.

The more Long An listened to it, the more he felt his heart pounding. He asked, "Really? The only dual cultivation in my memory is exercises."

"Of course it's true." Yuan Zhao patted him on the shoulder and gave him a storage bag, "The combination of exercises and what I said works best, understand?"

Long An nodded: "Master understands!"

Long An was about to go down, Yuan Zhao held him back, and couldn't help asking: "That day by the stream, how did you get to kiss each other?"

Long An blinked: "Feed the medicine, there are no bowls or spoons around, so I remembered your previous demonstration."

"Before... oh. You go. Remember to take a shower before looking for someone. I will leave hot water for you tomorrow." Yuan Zhao was a little lost, and waved him to go down.

Long An watched him drink heavily, lying on the eaves staring at the moon in a daze, as if, a little sad?

He shook his head and went to the bathroom.

Feng He tossed and turned on the bed and didn't fall asleep, when he thought of what Long An said "the poison can be detoxified tomorrow", he felt an inexplicable sullen feeling in his heart.

At this time, the door squeaked twice.The bed sagged slightly.

Came back early tonight.

Someone poked him on the back and asked, "Fenghe, are you angry?"

Feng He moved in, and said a little irritablely: "I said no, you have to ask a few more times."

The man was silent for a while, then suddenly leaned over.The breath with the fragrance of green grass sprayed on Fenghe's neck, itching.Feng He wanted to shrink in again, but Long An pulled him into his arms with one arm.

Feng He was taken aback for a moment.Long An seemed to have just taken a shower, and there was still steam on his body, and he could feel his smell through the quilt.

Feng He asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Long An heard that his tone was a little slow, and Xin Daoyuan's teaching was really useful.He put his arms around Feng He's waist, pressed his forehead against the back of his head, and asked, "Feng He, are you angry?"

Feng He felt his heart beating fast, and responded in a strange way: "Yes."

Long An shook his shoulder: "Can you turn around?"

Fenghe: "No." I'm still angry.

Hearing this, Long An rolled over from Feng He's body to the inside, and held Feng He, who was showing off his sharpness, into his arms with a little force, and faced him face to face: "Don't be angry."

Feng He pushed him: "What are you doing!"

Long An held Feng He down, lifted his chin, and kissed those thin lips lightly.

Long An couldn't believe it when he saw his eyes wide open.Blinking involuntarily, he said, "Don't be angry."

Feng He's throat tightened, but he felt that all his mind was sucked away by the man named Long An in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Long An was a little uneasy, and kissed again: "Don't be angry. I have practiced these few days to let you detoxify as soon as possible."

It's okay if you don't listen, but upon hearing this, Feng He was a little annoyed again, and said, "You're in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

Long An was puzzled and said, "What's the relationship? It's just to detoxify you. It's quite worrying that you always vomit blood and have no strength when you walk halfway."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Long An thought, is this the only way to go?

After hesitating for a while, he leaned into Fenghe's ear and said, "Fenghe, I have something to tell you."

Fenghe grabbed Long An's lapel in a jerk, seemingly pushing but not pushing, and forcibly calmed down: "What."

"Yuan Zhao said, if I say I like you, you will immediately calm down, but I don't want to say that."

Long An's voice came softly with his warm breath, but it broke Feng He's heart into a cold cave: You came to me not because you wanted to, but because someone told you that you should come to me ,Yeah?

Feng He pushed him away, and couldn't help but sneer: "Then what do you want to say?"

Being pushed away, Long An was not as angry as usual, but looked into his eyes through the hazy moonlight, and said, "Old Phoenix. In the past few days, I often think that the lifespan of a god is too long. , It’s quite lonely to practice alone. So I thought, if someone is willing to accompany me, that would be great.”

Perhaps his eyes were too hot, Feng He couldn't help being taken aback, the edges and corners of his facial features were slightly softened.

Long soothed the corner of his lips, and said simply and solemnly: "Fenghe, will you accompany me to witness the mountains and seas, okay?"

This is the highest promise to the partner of double cultivation in the inheritance memory, and he is willing to make it to Fenghe.

Feng He's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he kicked the quilt away, and hugged Long An fiercely.Because of his excitement, his voice trembled, and he said, "Okay."

Long An pushed back the hair on his cheeks and asked, "Old Phoenix, do you know why I came back so early?"

"You're old." After subconsciously getting angry, Feng He followed his will and asked, "Why?"

"Because I found a new way."

"what way?"

Long An didn't answer and said: "I'll teach you a kung fu first, you have to memorize it well."

Feng He took note seriously, and after it was running without hindrance, he said: "Yes." But this exercise seems to be useless, it doesn't seem to be able to attack or defend, but the dantian is a little hot.

"Let's double cultivate." Long An leaned closer, and said sincerely in his usual innocent tone.

That, that... is that a dual cultivation technique? !Feng He was in a trance, bit his lips, pondered for a long time, and then said in a low voice with a flushed face: "Okay."

Tumi water light, surrounded by waves.

A jerky night until the sun rises.Long An put Feng He down, hugged him and kissed him for a while.The drowsy Feng He raised his chin to let him kiss, and at the same time felt pain in his private parts, and said shamefully, isn't the dragon's vitality too strong? !

Long An just ate meat and finally broke through last night, so excited, he didn't feel sleepy.He said: "Yuan Zhao said, take your time."

Feng He: "..." You mean take your time?Could it be that you were… restrained last night? !

Fenghe blushed.After he got rid of the poison and raised him for a while, his physical fitness would definitely not be much worse than that of Long An.But now... To be honest, he really couldn't stand it last night.

Long An said: "What about the medicine?"

Feng He took out the wooden box from his consciousness: "This."

Long An let Feng He lie in his arms and cut his wrist.This time without Feng He's hints, he knew how to feed himself.After the bloody kiss ended, Fenghe felt the weakness in his body dissipate a little.

Long An seemed to find it interesting to feed with his mouth, he held the elixir between his lips, hooked Feng He's chin, and pushed the elixir into Feng He's mouth.

In Long An's passionate kiss, Feng He felt that he was about to melt.How did he think Long An was pure before? !

Long An put on the middle clothes for Feng He, and said: "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, I will wash it for you."

In a daze, he felt that he was surrounded by comfortable hot water.But the more you wash it, the worse it gets.

Feng He, who remembered the dragon's blood for strengthening yang and also responded: "..."

Long An whispered in his ear: "Can you... do it again?"

Feng He, who really wanted to rub the center of his eyebrows but had no strength: "...Hurry up, I want to have breakfast."

However, when he came out of the bathroom that day, not only were his legs too weak to walk, but he was also in time for lunch.

Fenghe finally felt personally what is "the nature of a dragon is obscene".

Congrats, congratulations.

Long An carried Feng He Heng to the dining table and helped him to sit down.

Feng He gritted his teeth and said, "It's already lunch!"

Long An giggled, leaned over and kissed Feng He's bright red lips.Seeing that Fenghe's face was getting redder and redder, he was quite a bit annoyed, so he immediately picked up a meatball for him and said, "Old Fenghuang, this is delicious."

Feng He met his smile, and was so tempered that it was rare, so he ate with his chopsticks.

Teng Snake who covered his eyes was no different from not covering them: "Tsk tsk tsk, young man..."

"Rotten wood can be carved." Yuan Zhao served the last dish, and there was a rare smile in his eyes, and then there was a coolness in his eyes.

He lowered his eyelids, feeling a little lonely suddenly.

If you are really old, you are prone to sentimentality, he laughed at himself.