Raiders a fairy to be a wife

The next day.

Jing Ya was awakened by the glare of the sun outside the window. When he woke up, he subconsciously reached out and touched the position next to him. It was empty. His drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he sat up quickly. There was no one next to him. There is no residual warmth, I think it has been gone for a long time.

He pursed his lips, got up in a lack of interest, and left without saying a word. Fortunately, he held him in the cold pond for two hours last night to let him go. After returning to the room, he warmed his body again, and left without even saying a word of thanks, which really echoed that person's temper.

But yes, he must have remembered what happened last night when he woke up. He probably felt ashamed to see him, so he ran away before he woke up.

"Ah~"

Jing Ya pressed his sore shoulder, but fortunately his body is strong, otherwise he would not be able to get up after soaking in the water for such a long time.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Rui standing at the door with a smile on his face and a hint of inquisitiveness. When he saw Jingya coming out, Song Rui hurried over and looked into the room. When he found no one inside, he showed a surprised look. Jing Ya instantly understood what was going on. He grabbed Song Rui by the back collar and said angrily, "Second Prince, why don't you explain it to me?" Why did someone appear in my room for no reason last night?"

"Hmm... I don't know, maybe it's a ghost."

"It's you big-headed ghost!" Jing Ya patted him on the head vigorously: "Well, you Song Rui, although I can't say that I have any kindness to you, then you won't hurt me, how can you Prescribe medicine to my master! Go crazy!"

"Wait, isn't that called drugging?" Song Rui suddenly said solemnly, "That's called a small trick to win over you two jerking fools."

"...Are you still reasonable?"

"In the first place, if it wasn't for helping you, would I have brought Luo Fuchuan here at night? Why don't you appreciate it? You let Luo Fuchuan go, and you didn't do anything? What a pity!"

"...I really want to strangle you!"

Jing Ya let go of Song Rui's collar, held his forehead helplessly, and said: "I'm not in a good mood right now, I want to go out to relax, if you're okay, don't follow me, it's very annoying."

"Why? You eat mine, live mine and use mine now, and I can't talk to you yet?" Song Rui poked Jingya's chest with a straight face: "Tell you, if my body hadn't just recovered, I'm too lazy to talk to you, when my skill recovers, I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to talk to you, you little brat!"

Jing Ya rolled his eyes, this Song Rui's face is really getting thicker, and now he is so arrogant before his skill is recovered, then if his skill is fully recovered, he may not be able to do anything!

If he remembers correctly, Song Rui said that he is no longer the Demon King of the Demon Race, and he no longer has the Dragon Soul Token in his hands, so it is impossible for him to return to the Demon Race to regain power, so what he said There is only one thing left to do.

revenge.

Song Rui has always resented Yun Guiyi for killing him with a heart-biting awl after he betrayed him 200 years ago. Before that, he had the idea of ​​killing Yun Guiyi in Qingshui Cave. If he really recovered, he said It may not be possible to do something that kills Yun Guiyi.

But what did that matter to him?Song Rui and Yun Guiyi's grievances have been going on for so long, and he can't solve them with a few words, and he doesn't want to go into that muddy water either.

Song Rui's affairs, he can do whatever he likes, it has nothing to do with him.

Seeing Song Rui's expression of "I'm upset, you want to coax me", Jing Ya helplessly held his forehead, sighed, and asked, "Would you like to go for a drink?"

"Go!" Song Rui thought for a while and asked, "Where should I go for a drink?"

"Do you want to go up the mountain?"

"On the mountain?"

The mountain Jingya mentioned is Xuanwu Mountain, which is just opposite to Mingzhong Mountain. Standing on the top of the peak, you can still see Xueao Peak on the opposite Mingzhong Mountain. Building, which used to be his favorite place.

Song Rui sat on the floor where the servants had spread the mat with a look of disgust on his face: "I thought you were going to some good place to drink, but it's here. I said, if you want to go back to Xueao Peak, you can go back, and no one is stopping you Looking at you, they want you to go back, what are you trying to do here?"

"It's just that I suddenly feel that I may really never go back." Jing Ya reached out and touched the position where the Dragon Soul Token was on his chest: "The Dragon Soul Token is in my body, no matter what, I can never be Ordinary people, you said, didn't you?"

Now he just really felt it.

"Luo Fuchuan is not an ordinary person."

Jing Ya was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Song Rui who said that, his expression was indifferent, as if he was just talking about something very common, and he said again: "Luo Fuchuan is a Taoist immortal, you are the master of Dragon Soul Order, in the future Demon Lords are not ordinary people, they are just right to be together, they are both immortal and suitable to torture each other together."

"..."

Jing Yahan, what he said earlier was good, he was still a little touched, why did he suddenly appear to "torture"?He doesn't want to torture each other, okay?

"Forget it, don't talk about it, have a drink, you will understand later."

Song Rui's capacity for drinking is very good, and Jing Ya is a little drunk, but he still looks okay, as if what he just drank was not wine, but water.

Jing Ya was puzzled: "How good is your drinking capacity, are you still drunk?"

"I haven't been drunk for a long time."

"Really? Then you are really good at drinking, I'm quite envious, I can't do it if I just drink a little."

"I don't think so," Song Rui smiled and looked in Xue Aofeng's direction: "Sometimes I really want to get drunk, but the more I drink, the more I become sober, I can't get drunk anyway, and the feeling is quite uncomfortable .you say……"

Song Rui looked back at Jing Ya, who actually fell asleep holding the wine jar while he was talking.

Song Rui shook his head: "Don't ask me to come out for a drink if I can't drink so much. I only drank a little after coming to such a far place, tsk!"

He got up and waved his long sleeves: "Come on, carry him back to me."

After the servants packed up their things and carried Jingya away, Song Rui stood there for a while, narrowed his eyes slightly looking at Xue Aofeng's direction, then quickly followed the group of people and left.

At this moment, Xue Aofeng.

After Luo Fuchuan came back to Xue Ao Peak last night, he locked himself in the room. Lin Muyu and other disciples knocked on the door outside, but no one responded, and a barrier was set up in the room. Even Lin Muyu didn't hurry up. The breakthrough, can only helplessly wait outside.

They didn't know what happened last night, they only knew that when Luo Fuchuan came back, he looked very embarrassed and flustered, but he didn't say anything, and locked himself in the room as soon as he came back, not allowing anyone to approach.

"Master, what's wrong with Master?" Song Yu stood outside the door with a frown, and looked at Lin Muyu nervously: "Master, this has never happened before, did something happen when we were at the foot of the mountain?"

Lin Muyu shook her head: "I don't know, he walked too fast, I didn't have time to keep up with him, I thought he came back long ago, I didn't expect to come back so late, and it turned out like this."

"Did you meet a strong enemy at the foot of the mountain?"

"Strong enemy?"

Lin Muyu pursed his lower lips. The only strong enemy he can think of now is Liu Anqiu of the ghost clan, but Liu Anqiu's people don't even know that they have gone down the mountain. It is unlikely that Luo Fuchuan will meet him, but if it is not for Liu Anqiu , then who can make Luo Fuchuan show such an expression?

No clue.

Lin Muyu shook his head: "Forget it, your master is not a child anymore. If something really happens, he will tell us after he adjusts it. If there is nothing wrong, he must just feel that there is something that he can't figure out. , let him stay alone quietly, don't bother him if there is nothing to do."

"Yes."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and the outside quickly quieted down. Luo Fuchuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the room to adjust his emotions, slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his mind was the image of last night when he was with Jing Ya. It really made him feel that it was difficult to meet people. If he had just left then, Jingya would not have seen himself so humiliated.

Fortunately, Jing Ya was sober at the time, and did not take the opportunity to do anything to him because he was drugged. He was very grateful, but felt inexplicably complicated in his heart.

At that time, the strong feeling that emerged when facing Jingya, could it be that he really expected him to do something to himself?impossible!Luo Fuchuan, don't think about it anymore, you are his master and his elder, how could you come up with such nasty thoughts!

Stop thinking about it!

But once the thoughts in his heart are born, they will not fade away so easily. Even though Luo Fuchuan resisted the impulse in his body, he couldn't restrain the thoughts of struggling deep in his heart, and the internal force emitted from his whole body swept away the tea set on the table On the ground, the surrounding chairs were not spared from being smashed, and they fell scattered on the ground.

"what……"

Luo Fuchuan stood up abruptly, and his mood became more and more irritable. He went down the mountain before to bring Jingya back, but what was he thinking now? It took him hundreds of years to let the distracting thoughts in his heart slowly. Those desires that were supposed to be suppressed by the gods grew wildly in one night.

His mind is full of the pictures of last night, his mind is full of Jing Ya's face, he wants to drive those things out of his mind, but no matter how he thinks, he can't make any changes.

He can't control himself.

He looked at the empty palms and pursed his lower lips tightly. It shouldn't be like this. He obviously only wanted to cultivate himself, and he was carrying more than just his own hopes. He shouldn't have such thoughts.

but……

But why can't I control it?