The Devil and the Flower

Along the way, there was no one there.

Even though many people fell here during the Battle of the Heavenly Realm, their bodies had already been turned into smoke and dust and ceased to exist.

Jiang Huan didn't want to miss anything when he returned to his hometown, because his best memories were not in Jiuchongtianque, and even there was only long and boundless longing and loneliness left for him here.

"A Yue, come."

Jiang Huan took Feng Yueci's hand, walked across the empty road, and stepped into the Wangfu Palace in a blink of an eye. What he saw was a lush and green garden. There were 92 trees in the forest that were particularly tall, and [-] of them were hung with various flowers. All kinds of spirits.

Surrounded by trees, there is a misty pool.

"Do you remember this pool? When you went to accompany me in the mortal world, I accidentally stepped into your barrier," Jiang Huan said with a smile, and said, "I peeked at you taking a bath."

Feng Yueci stood in the forest where the leaves were falling, looked at the familiar scene, and said, "You remember it all."

Jiang Huan shook his head and said, "Actually, I didn't deliberately remember it, but I couldn't forget it."

It is in these unforgettable memories that he clearly knows that there is a bright moon in his heart forever, if he can't get it in the end, he will never be able to let go of it in this life.

He has also tried power and fame, prosperity and wealth. He is in a high position and has obtained everything that others want, but nothing can be compared with it.

"I have my own panacea to forget everything, why bother?"

"But for your sake."

If you really want to forget, with Emperor Jiang's ability and status, how can you not forget?After all, it's not that I can't forget, but I don't want to forget.

Jiang Huan took a few steps, grabbed Feng Yueci's waist from behind, and gently rubbed the belt around his waist.

Feng Yueci was startled, pressed his hand and said, "Wang Ting."

There was a loose smile on the corner of Jiang Huan's mouth, his chin rested on his shoulder, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Darling, tell me, what should you do after the ceremony?"

Now that he has become a Taoist couple, Feng Yueci has no intention of refusing, but only asks him to back away a little, saying: "There is no rush."

He must first gather the power of the soul from the hundred tokens.

Jiang Huan easily tore off the belt, and said, "Well, there's no rush."

No rush.

He is not like Feng Yueci's Qingxin Jue, who comes out of his mouth as soon as he opens his mouth, and has always been pure-hearted and ascetic.Since he fell in love when he was young, he has never looked at others more, and he has been holding back for 6000 years, and he is almost out of order.

But before taking any action, he didn't forget to shield the blood-eyed Jiang Huan first, kicked him deep into the sea of ​​consciousness, and wrapped him in several layers like a silkworm cocoon.

With the return of the Demon King, the seal intensified, and the blood-eyed Jiang Huan was obviously weaker than the initial arrogance, and only occasionally jumped out.

The front and the back are originally one, but for some reason, this sense of weakness did not affect Jiang Huan.

Perhaps it is because Jiang Huan's original power comes from his own practice, and the blood-eyed Jiang Huan, as the incarnation of the way of heaven, bears the power of the world's opposite.

Jiang Huan didn't bother to care about it, he always remembered that Jiang Huan with his blood eyes stabbed Feng Yueci, even if it would affect him, he wished to kill him quickly.

The wind blows and the forest moves, rustling softly.

The tiny light spots are like fireflies in the night, quietly floating from the treetops, and gradually covering the forest.

Feng Yueci's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of cool smoke from melting snow. It was clear that the red dress was gorgeous, but the person was still as bright as the moon.

"Wangting, don't move."

"Then look at me."

Feng Yue resigned and looked back at him, Jiang Huan picked up the tie on his clothes again, rushed over and said, "I'm going to fall."

He used great strength when he rushed over, and both of them fell to the ground with Feng Yueci.

But he protected him under his hands, and did not let Feng Yueci fall.

"Be careful." Feng Yueci stood up slightly and supported his arm. At the same time, the red dress that he had ripped off the laces immediately fell apart, revealing his fair shoulders and collarbone, which was extremely attractive.

Jiang Huan's eyes were hot, and he leaned over and bit it.

"Bridal, more and more," he said while biting, "follow me in the bridal chamber."

Skin to skin, Feng Yueci had never been so close to anyone before, almost instinctively lifted Jiang Huan from his body, but he knew who it was.

It is his Taoist companion, the person in his heart.

The blush spread from the roots of the ears, and Feng Yueci's face was also blush, he stroked Jiang Huan's back, he didn't refuse, he just obeyed.

Jiang Huan's love was like fire, coming fiercely, gradually, it warmed Feng Yueci's ice-like body all year round.

Jiang Huan said: "The more you get, the more uncomfortable it is?"

Feng Yueci was silent for a moment, and gave an unexpected answer, he said: "It's very warm."

Even the immortal phoenix fire couldn't melt the ice in his body, but Jiang Huan could.

"It could be warmer."

Jiang Huan took off the clothes that were in the way, and spread out the big red robe to block it. In the robe, there was no barrier between the two of them, and the hot body touched the cold skin.

Jiang Huan touched his cheek and asked, "How is it?"

Feng Yueci lay in the warmth, feeling very peaceful.

Since his mind and soul were broken, it was difficult for him to rest peacefully and comfortably for a moment.

The tiredness never showed, but was hidden in the depths of his soul. It was not until he was surrounded by Jiang Huan's breath that he struggled to escape, wanting to be comforted.

The surrounding light spots are getting brighter and brighter, slowly gathering.

Jiang Huan noticed that the power of his soul was rushing towards Feng Yueci uncontrollably.

Feng Yue resigned, "Sorry."

Because the two have previously cultivated both mind and soul, when one needs it, the other's power of mind and soul will be sucked away, even if it is not voluntary.

Feng Yueci stretched out his hand to push Jiang Huan away first.

Jiang Huan hugged him even tighter, his eyes rarely showed dissatisfaction, and said: "You need it, why don't you? Why do you have to apologize? Ah Yue, I'm already your Taoist companion, don't you think I'm an outsider? ?”

Feng Yue resigned, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Jiang Huan said: "I'm not a delicate and weak girl, why do I need you to be so cautious? As I said, I can give you anything, if you refuse, I will be sad and hurt."

After all, Jiang Huan directly touched his forehead.

In an instant, the spots of light converged into a full moon and submerged into Feng Yueci's body.

The long hair on the side rose up without wind, Feng Yueci slightly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, the mysterious lines above the brows were faintly visible, and the dark eyes glowed with a faint silver, showing the ultimate desolation.

Jiang Huan's head hurt more and more, as if it was about to explode, even so, he did not escape, still clinging to Feng Yue, and still in the mood to tease: "Big beauty, at least give me some breath, wait Suck me dry after the bridal chamber."

Feng Yueci raised his hand and turned slightly, the positions of the two were reversed.

Jiang Huan didn't take it seriously, put his arms around his neck and said, "I want to kiss you."

Feng Yueci paused for a moment, before leaning over and kissing lightly, the lines between his brows kept flickering, and he frowned slightly.

"Is it a headache?" Jiang Huan coaxed: "I also have a headache, so let's practice double cultivation, and the pain will not hurt after double cultivation, really!"

He vividly demonstrated what is meant by "death under the peony flower, even being a ghost is romantic".

Feng Yueci glanced at him and kissed him again.

Jiang Huan opened his mouth hastily, intertwined with him, kneading his hands restlessly.

"Yueyue, don't just kiss, touch me...not on the head! I'll teach you, here, here."

"do not move."

"Then baby, don't learn to touch one step at a time, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, stop here will kill me!"

"Wang Ting."

"what?"

"Quiet."

"Okay, okay, let me hear Yueyue, you have a nice voice, I want to hear you."

A corner of the big red robe floated up and then fell down, covering the two people who were embracing each other.

Jiang Huan suddenly snorted.

Feng Yueci said indifferently: "Your name."

Jiang Huan: "..."

During the foreplay, Jiang Huan kept talking in Feng Yueci's ear, but when things were right and they became one, he couldn't say anything.

He originally thought that it would be very intense at this time, that he would uncontrollably bite and bite the possessive wind.

But nothing.

Because it is Feng Yueci who controls the dominance.

Jiang Huan thought, it turned out that he was not the only one who couldn't help himself, it turned out that the person he was thinking of also wanted him.

There is nothing more reassuring and satisfying than this.

Their movements were not large, and Feng Yueci was quiet from the beginning to the end, not even breathing too quickly, just like a drop of bright red ink fell on Ruxue's complexion, blurring silently.

In their state, they shouldn't be controlled by lust, but control lust.

Jiang Huan's heart-burning heat turned into tenderness. He curled up Feng Yueci's long hair with his fingertips, and a low-pitched voice escaped from his throat. He couldn't help but raise his head and kiss the corner of Feng Yueci's lips. Said: "I love you."

Feng Yue resigned, "Me too."

Jiang Huan smiled contentedly.

He once longed for the moon in the sky, so he let himself go to the nine heavens, and now he is in the nine heavens, and finally got his wish.