Dressed as a cannon fodder

Dong Fei was running around under the table, Wen Yin called it short, "Dong Fei, Dong Fei, come out quickly, there is dried meat here."

Dog head living expression package Fox cub heard that there was dried meat, crawled out from below with all fours, and Chao Wenyin, who was wailing, begged for something to eat.

Wen Yin picked it up by the back of the neck, "You can't run around there, you will disturb the rest of the master."

When Dong Fei heard that there was nothing to eat, he let out a fake cry with his ear drooping.

Sorrowful and sorrowful, it seems to have been wronged by the sky.

"what happened?"

Wen Yin looked up when he heard the sound, but saw his husband sitting on the window frame of the bedroom on the second floor, his long hair slanted down like running water behind him, Meng Yunchi was wearing a middle coat, with one leg half folded and the other hanging out of the window, Without shoes, holding a jade slip in his hand, he seemed to have been sitting there for a long time.

"Did Dong Fei get into trouble?"

The hanging foot looked like a delicate and beautiful white jade carving under the dim light. Wen Yin stared at it for a while, then blocked the fox cub as if covering it, and said in a tense voice: "Mr. Gao Ke is not good, it is autumn, it is cold outside, and my husband is not in good health, so it is not appropriate to blow this autumn wind more."

Meng Yunchi threw away the jade slip in his hand, and replied casually: "Yes, I see."

He glanced down, rolled up his sleeves and retracted his left leg, "Dong Fei must be hungry, you can get him something to eat later."

"Yes, sir."

Meng Yunchi went back to the room.

Seeing a corner of his clothes disappearing by the window, Wen Yin let out a long sigh of relief, and moved Dong Fei away, and the reaction somewhere showed a high-profile presence.

He watched in distress for a moment, forced himself to mobilize his spiritual power to suppress the reaction, remembered what he had just seen, and licked his lower lip.

Hundreds of miles away, in the forbidden area of ​​Chenghuazong, there is a restriction set by Fengxi, and only he can freely enter and exit here in the whole world.

There was a slight commotion in the deep valley of the forbidden place, as if something was struggling, trying to break free and rush out, leaving this forbidden place.

Fengxi stepped into the deep valley, and the fierce beasts in the valley avoided him as soon as they sensed his breath.He raised his sleeves and waved away the mist, and immediately the obstacles in the valley were swept away.Strolling into the depths with his hands behind his back, Fengxi looked indifferent, staring at the void quietly and muttering to himself, "I'm restless again, is it because he's back..."

He took out something from his sleeve, it looked like Yuandan, exuding a faint golden light, there were cracks on it, and the breath had already weakened a bit.

Feng Xi caressed it carefully and sent it to the sky. Yuan Dan suddenly became golden, and with an absolutely powerful momentum covering everything, he slammed down all the swaying things in the air. The unseen things fell silent.

Yuan Dan was even more gloomy, and Feng Xi raised his hand and put it into his sleeve, carefully wrapping it up with spiritual power and nourishing it, as if he was treating an unobtainable treasure, even with a gentle expression on his face.

The lilies in the courtyard of Shaoyue Temple have been warmed carefully with spiritual power. They can bloom in all seasons, clustered in clusters, colorful, and look extraordinarily gorgeous.When the wind passes through the flower garden, you can hear the sound of the flowers and leaves caressing each other. It seems that these lilies have turned into spirits and are whispering together and discussing something. They crowded together excitedly push each other.

It was said that the hasty footsteps of the fairy maid brought a gust of wind, and the lily plant swayed slightly.

Rustling.

"Master."

Min Hangyuan pushed the door open and walked in, only to find that the person on the bed was still awake, the window lattice was not closed, and the wind wrapped his blue hair hanging by the window, swaying slightly.

Meng Yunchi's physique is not that of a cultivator, but that of an ordinary person.People who suffer from cold and tiredness are prone to illness, and occasionally have inexplicable spiritual exhaustion. Song Jiangli came to see him many times, but he didn't say much, just told him to take a good rest.

Min Hangyuan picked up the sleeve corner that fell on the ground for him, tucked in the quilt, and rubbed the other's pale fingertips.

He put the sticky note with dark red and intricate patterns on the table, turned around and lit some soothing incense.

The foggy white shreds of tobacco were lingering and floating in the bedroom. Min Hangyuan waited for a moment to make sure that the other party had inhaled a little and couldn't wake up for the time being. Then he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

Quiet and quiet.

He bent down, his face getting closer and closer, and finally stopped only an inch away.

Meng Yunchi's long eyelashes were like a pair of butterfly feathers, trembling slightly with his breathing.

Min Hangyuan's expression moved slightly, he lowered his head and held the two light-colored thin lips, sucked them carefully, and tossed them gently.

After lingering for a while, he became more and more fascinated. He pried open the man's lips and teeth, stuck his tongue in, and plundered the city inside, with more and more force, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him into his stomach.

Meng Yunchi's subconscious evasion brought him back to his senses, Min Xingyuan let go of his red lips, wiped off the stained water with his fingertips, and laughed in a low voice.

Master looks delicious.

But he can't move now, he has to wait, wait for the most suitable time, wait for a reason that the other party can't refuse.

He has to let his master be willing.

Meng Yunchi was woken up by the breeze blowing on his face, his hair scratched his cheeks a little itchy, he lifted up his robe and got out of bed, the weird feeling returned.

Meng Yunchi stroked his numb lips, looked around, [System, has anyone been to my room? 】

The fat-headed white munia that witnessed the whole process once again: [...No, host, you must be dreaming again, but a mosquito came in before and bit your mouth. 】

It's been a long time...

Meng Yunchi frowned slowly, are the mosquitoes in the cultivation world so powerful?

He wandered his eyes and saw a dark invitation card on the table. He sucked it in with his spiritual power, and Meng Yunchi opened the invitation card.

"Birthday Banquet"

Nanzhou Laixianmen Chengyang Lord's ten thousand year birthday, all sects are invited to come to congratulate the Lord's Tianshou.

Nanzhou Laixian Gate

Meng Yunchi closed the invitation card, rubbed his fingers over the complicated dark lines, and lowered his eyes in thought.

Nanzhou is far away from an inland place like Chenghuazong. There are many restrictions and obstacles on the sea, and Yujian can't reach it directly. Laixianmen specially dispatched ships to meet them, otherwise most of them would never return.

Lord Chengyang's status in Laixianmen is equivalent to Fengxi's weight in Chenghuazong, and his cultivation level is only lower than Fengxi's.However, the difference is that Fengxi has already ascended in half a step and lived the same life as the sky, but Chengyang has been stuck for a long time in the late stage of crossing the catastrophe, and the end is imminent.

He may break through in the next step, but if he can't break through, he can only usher in a limit.

This birthday banquet was held with great grandeur. They removed the obstacles at sea and welcomed guests from all over the world to congratulate. Many elders and peak masters of Cheng Huazong received invitations.

Lai Xianmen...

Meng Yunchi raised his head, the information retrieved from his memory was very limited.

The largest clan sect in the south, extremely rich, has a system like the family hierarchy in the human world.

That's all.

The original owner of the previous life hadn't received the invitation, and he only had eyes for the rose lilies in his garden, and he didn't pay attention to such things at all.

Meng Yunchi held his forehead and went out with the invitation, and saw Wen Yin combing Dong Fei in the yard.

Dong Fei squinted his eyes, looking like he was enjoying himself, and lay lazily on his lap.

"Sir, I warmed the medicinal porridge for him when he got up, and he wants to eat some."

Dong Fei jumped off his knees, screamed and threw himself into Meng Yunchi's arms, and began to drill into the lapel of his clothes.

Meng Yunchi pushed aside the tip of the fox cub's snout, and patted it on the head: "Don't make trouble."

"Who brought this invitation?"

Wen Yin thought for a while, "Mr. Min came here at noon and stayed in Mr.'s room for a while, was Mr. still resting at that time?"

"... traveled far and wide"

Wen Yin looked at his expression, and there was something strange in his eyes: "Yes, I have been here."

Meng Yunchi shook his head and went back with the invitation.

He chose a day to go to Mingxi Palace as usual, took a sip of tea in Fengxi, and asked Meng Yunchi and Song Jiangli to go to Laixianmen to congratulate Lord Chengyang on his long life on his behalf.

He sits in the Huazong, and will not leave the sect easily unless he has to.Cheng Yang was younger than him, and his cultivation base was lower than him. Fengxi asked Song Jiangli and Meng Yunchi to come forward on his behalf, which was already giving enough face.

As the head of the sect, Yunhua was busy with affairs, so naturally she didn't have time to attend such a birthday banquet, so Feng Yulou went there on his behalf.

Fengxi Zhiyi looked at Meng Yunchi: "Yunchi seldom goes out in recent years, it's better to go out to relax, then Lord Chengyang..."

He scratched the back of the chair casually with his fingers, and said half aloud: "Forget it, it's good to go and have a look, the scenery on Nanzhou is very good, you can go out and have a look outside."

Meng Yunchi cupped his hands: "Yes, Master."

Feng Xi's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Seeing this, Song Jiangli smiled slightly beside him and said, "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of my junior."

The corners of Fengxi's eyes twitched almost invisibly, "That's good."

Feng Yulou stood behind Yun Hua, and the 40 years had already faded away some of the youthfulness in him.

She is beautiful and unparalleled, and she can easily attract other people's attention just by standing there without moving.

Tsk tsk tsk, such a beauty...

Meng Yunchi turned his head and glanced at Min Hangyuan behind him, and was noticed by the other party. He leaned down and whispered in his ear: "What's wrong? Master."

The voice is deep and magnetic, which makes people's ears almost crisp.

Meng Yunchi didn't answer, thinking in his heart that the plot has already passed such a part, why there is still no movement between the two.

The system that keeps asking Meng Yunchi to do tasks to promote the protagonist's emotional progress: [...] Quietly squatting and not speaking.

Feng Yulou noticed something, turned his gaze to this side, and stayed on Meng Yunchi, who was holding a teacup, his face was almost transparent, and the steam of tea permeated his face. He hadn't seen him for a long time. Cleared up a little.

Why is there always a sickness on your face?

Feng Yulou frowned, raised her eyes suddenly, and met Min Hangyuan's gaze.

Their eyes collided with each other, and the air was filled with a not-so-obvious smell of sex.

Feng Yulou turned her head, a little disgusted by Min Hangyuan's eyes that were full of possessiveness towards Meng Yunchi.

He no longer looked over there, but quietly stood beside Yun Hua with his eyes lowered.Waiting for a small meeting in Mingxi Palace, and waiting for the trip to Nanzhou Laixianmen seven days later.