It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

What are the rules of the game?

She counted softly: "One, two, three..."

Don't open your eyes, don't see.

Just go and listen.

There is the sound of the wind in my ears, and a bunch of leaves are rustling.Insects chirped among the leaves and landed on top of her head.Not far away, the footsteps were warm and noisy, and the clouds drifted in the sky, and she heard the sound of shadows moving on the ground.

"Pfft-"

This is a warm voice.

She turned her head, opened her eyes, it fell silently to the ground, blood filled her eyes little by little.

The shadow approached her little by little.

"You ruined..."

"...the rules of the game."

Feng Quan's voluntary school is in Kyoto, so the real estate in Kyoto given by Ms. Fang Feng is very timely.Before the admission notice came, Feng Quan and Yin Cong had already visited the "new house".Simply added some items, and then lived in.

Yin Cong solemnly took out a bank card, handed it to Feng Quan, and said:

"This is the salary I got for all the supernatural events I dealt with before."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yin Cong.

"What does it mean?"

Yin Cong said seriously: "The rent."

Feng Quan had a teasing expression on his face: "Don't you leave some private money?"

Yin Cong said, "It's all for you."

Feng Quan's heart skipped a beat.He coughed lightly and pointed outside:

"Look, it's getting dark outside."

Yin Cong nodded, a little puzzled, "...then?"

Feng Quan rubbed his belly, "I want to eat the fish balls I bought yesterday."

Yin Congxin thought it was true, thinking that Feng Quan's saying "It's getting dark" really just meant that he wanted to eat.It wasn't until night that Yin Cong realized that only one bedroom had been tidied up.

Feng Quan looked at him expectantly: "Let's go together."

Facing Feng Quan's earnest eyes, Yin Cong couldn't refuse—in fact, he didn't want to refuse, so he followed Feng Quan back to the room.

At night, when the two were lying in bed, Feng Quan's hand quietly touched Yin Cong's side.

"What are you doing?" Yin Cong grabbed the hand that had already reached into his clothes.

Feng Quan leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yin Cong's ears turned red instantly, spreading to his neck.Feng Quan persisted and asked:

"Ok?"

Yin Cong coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "...how to do it?"

Feng Quan thought for a while, "Take off your clothes first."

There was a rustle inside the quilt.Yin Cong originally wanted to sit up and fold the clothes he had taken off and put them aside, but Feng Quan snatched them over and threw them directly on the ground.Yin Cong glared at him, Feng Quan leaned over and bit his neck lightly.

"It's time like this, don't worry about such trivial things."

And Yin Cong frowned slightly looking at the clothes on the ground, but he really didn't pick them up.Based on this, Feng Quan felt that he must be Yin Cong's true love.

He gently kissed Yin Cong's lips, and the other party was taken aback for a moment, and quickly responded to him.It may be that Yin Cong was obsessed with cleanliness before, and he couldn't understand the need to do such an overly intimate thing with others; it wasn't until He Fengquan tried it that he realized the psychological sweetness that this behavior brought to people and comfort.

The breath blends gently, and the temperature is passed from the other person's body, and then passed back.Gradually, the skin of the two touched each other, and Yin Cong stretched his brows.

He was distracted for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, Feng Quan had turned over on top of him, with his hands behind Yin Cong.

With his lips parted slightly, Feng Quan whispered in Yin Cong's ear:

"here."

Yin Congming understood and nodded.

Feng Quan's fingers continued to be dishonest, Yin Cong grabbed his wrist, raised his eyebrows and said:

"I know what to do, but why are you in charge?"

Feng Quan tilted his head, "You also want to...?"

Yin Cong looked at Feng Quan with a fiery temperature in his eyes that he didn't usually have. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his body temperature gradually rose, "Of course."

Feng Quan paused, touched his chin, "This is going to be difficult."

He had just finished saying this when the scene in front of him suddenly changed. When he came back to his senses, the two had already changed their positions. Yin Cong was on top of his body and was looking down at him.The slightly longer bangs fell down and swept Feng Quan's forehead.The collarbone is clear, and the lines of the chest and abdomen muscles are all seen at a glance.

...too sexy.

Feng Quan felt Yin Cong's slightly rough breathing, and he knew that he was the same way.Squinting his eyes dangerously, he exerted his strength again.

The positions of the two changed again.

Yin Cong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan looked proudly at Yin Cong who was crushed under him again.

Yin Cong snorted first and turned his head.Feng Quan had never seen such a scene where Yin Cong lost his temper, and felt quite strange.

After a while, Yin Cong turned his gaze back.He and Feng Quan looked at each other, and then both of them reached out their hands at the same time:

"……rock-paper-scissors!"

Feng Quan came out to cloth, Yin Cong was a stone.Feng Quan won.

Feng Quan shook his hands triumphantly.

Yin Cong pursed his lips and said unconvinced: "...two wins in three rounds."

Feng Quan nodded generously, "Yes."

It's just a pity that Feng Quan still won the second game.

Feng Quan's expression was like that of a bully robbing women's girls, and approached Yin Cong with a grim smile.Yin Cong refused slightly, then struggled again and said:

"...Three wins out of five games. Start over, the previous ones don't count."

Feng Quan fully demonstrated to Yin Cong what it means to be "the prime minister can pull a boat in his stomach", and he was very generous: "Yes, you are my boyfriend, let you."

Yin Cong felt a little guilty for being told by Feng Quan.But in the next moment, the two reached out their hands again at the same time.

Feng Quan wins.

Feng Quan wins.

Feng Quan wins.

Yin Cong closed his eyes, turned over on his own initiative, and lay on his stomach with a muffled voice.

"You do it!"

Feng Quan looked at Yin Cong's red ears and smooth back, and smiled silently.Then, taking advantage of the fact that the other party's head was buried in the pillow and could not see, he quietly hooked his fingers, and took back the talisman paper figure that was used to peek at what Yin Cong would produce.

He kissed Yin Cong lightly on the back, with a low tone:

"Turn around, I still want to do what I want to do with you face to face."

Yin Cong had never experienced such violent mood swings before, and Feng Quan's youthful energy was consumed almost overnight.It wasn't until the middle of the night that Yin Cong had no choice but to use his spiritual power to erect a barrier between himself and Feng Quan to separate him, and then he was finally able to rest.

It was already noon when I woke up, my body was still exhausted, and my throat was dry and hoarse.Yin Cong frowned and sat up.

There were mottled marks on his chest, Yin Cong looked at these, and couldn't help recalling what happened last night.He felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to look for clothes, but he saw Feng Quan lying on the head of the bed with a flattering face.

Yin Cong: "... see what I do?"

Feng Quan chuckled, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yin Cong glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, got up and went to the bathroom by himself.Last night, because Yin Cong used spiritual power to separate the two of them, Feng Quan failed to bathe Yin Cong after the end, and now there are still mottled marks on his body, which looks very thought-provoking.

Feng Quan felt that he had a very good day.

He graciously cooked breakfast, did his laundry, changed his sheets, and hurried outside to buy some ointments.After breakfast, Feng Quan looked at Yin Cong earnestly:

"Go back to the bedroom, let me take a look at you?"

Yin Cong blushed slightly, but remained expressionless.

"Need not."

Feng Quan knew that he was shy, so he smiled and didn't say much.It's just that at night, he suddenly restrained Yin Cong, tore off his pajamas, and applied ointment for removing blood stasis on the spots on his body.

Yin Cong held back his dryness, and waited quietly for Feng Quan to apply the medicine all over his body, then he pulled the quilt silently, covering himself in it.Feng Quan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then went to bed, happily sleeping with his boyfriend next to him.

His drowsiness is still not healed, and the drowsiness strikes very quickly from time to time.He didn't know the reason, but based on Mu Mu's dream, he could deduce that it was probably related to the master he hadn't seen for a long time.

This dream is still related to him.

A hazy space, as if shrouded in a layer of white mist, with a long street in front of it.Indistinctly, many people were walking on the street, but they were all silent.Colors appear sparse here, and everything is pretty unobtrusive.Feng Quan is standing at the end of this street right now.

He looked to the side.

The old man stroked his beard with a smile and walked forward.

Feng Quan was a little confused, but he still chose to follow him forward.

The old man seemed to be very familiar with the residents here.

Those who couldn't see their faces would stop to say hello to the old man; buyers and sellers would take out some products from the shop and give them to him, and the old man would accept them all.The residents are very enthusiastic, but Feng Quan feels that this kind of enthusiasm seems not suitable for them. In this world where even colors are rare, the mood should be monotonous.

He looked up to the sky.

The sky here turned out to be black, with no sunlight, no moon, and the light source seemed to come from the faint white light from the air.This quiet and quiet world is immersed in the blackness above the head, vaguely like a haze, floating and undulating gently.

Could it be that this is...?

Feng Quan had a guess in his mind.

If he guessed right, then the identity of the old man should be investigated.

Just thinking about this, Feng Quan looked up and saw the old man in front suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.Feng Quan was taken aback for a moment, then his consciousness returned, and he woke up.

It was still dark, and there was a blue light outside the window.Yin Cong was lying next to him, breathing lightly and slowly, with a sense of tranquility.The other person's body temperature was just a few feet away from him, Feng Quan moved closer, and kissed his side cheek affectionately.

Before Feng Quan could feel drowsy again, his cell phone turned on next to him.

Feng Quan turned on the phone and found that it was Yi Bai who called.

Some time ago, the relationship between Yi Bai and Yi Liang seemed to have undergone some changes.The reason is that Yi Bai disappeared for a while, and it is said that he went on a trip.Later, they returned, and on the surface they still maintained the previous way of getting along with each other, but Feng Quan could sense a subtle change between them, but he couldn't quite tell.