On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

After that day, Fang Yuan really didn't say a word to Xiao Qing.

If there is news to convey, Mo Xiaofan becomes a messenger, biting a piece of jade slip back and forth.

Xiao Qing was very cooperative. He would stamp his private seal on the letters and write his name on the letter, and the first two lines of love poems, which were unshakable.

"..." Fang Yuan's fingertips were itchy, and he really wanted to tear it off.

But he couldn't,? Because traces of the demon race were found in the surrounding mountains,? He roughly explored,? Has confirmed the hiding place of that thing.

Just in a valley.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Fang Yuan took Mo Xiaofan to follow quickly on the mountain, and after a while, he found a dark shadow running in the grass.

They had seen a lot of ghosts before, but they rarely saw demons. Because no one was controlling them, they even went to the surrounding villages. This demon has killed more than 420 people, which is not a small number.

If things go on like this, the massacre of the village is only a matter of time, and if it continues to ferment, it will be a scourge.

"A second-order peak monster," Fang Yuan probed with his spiritual sense, and handed him over to Mo Xiaofan, "You go."

At the peak of the entry period, it happens to be at the same level as Mo Xiaofan, so it's perfect for practicing.

So the fierce and difficult monster under Tan Qing's hands was suppressed by Mo Xiaofan and couldn't move. The blood wolf let out a hiss, and its blue fangs rose sharply, obviously intending to make a desperate gamble.

Its whole body is rotten and pitch-black, full of demonic energy, but there are hidden wounds.

Before Mo Xiaofan wanted to understand it thoroughly, Fang Yuan said: "Leave it alone, the blood of those killed mortals is not on it, it must have an owner."

Sure enough, as Fang Yuan expected, they caught a big fish after deliberately letting the monster escape.

The dying monster brought them to a mountain depression.

Here, the moon is cold and the wind is cloudy, and the withered grass is lush. There are either ghosts or demons.

Fang Yuan asked Mo Xiaofan to set up the formation, and retreated behind, while he went up the hillside, with a thousand spider vines wrapped around his wrist.

Vaguely, he felt that someone else was watching him.

The monster finally wailed, fell among the withered grass, and turned into fly ash.

Fang Yuan couldn't help lowering his eyes to glance at it, and at this moment, a coldness suddenly felt on his side, and a withered and curled hand appeared out of thin air, trying to penetrate his heart from a strange angle.

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, and avoided it with his body skills. At the same time, the thousand spider vines entangled the arm of the comer, and pulled him out with all his strength.

The toxin kicked in, and that arm quickly turned black.

The person who came also showed his true face - a skinny old man with a hunched back, his whole body was covered under a black robe, and the hand holding the crutch was covered with scars, which was very terrifying.

Fang Yuan frowned slightly: "You are a demon cultivator."

Moxiu is different from Mozu, the latter is born, and most of the former are cultivators who have abandoned their way and become demons.

The old man said with a hoarse smile: "You even dare to kill my beloved pet even if you become a sage." After speaking, Mo Yuan shook, and the toxin on his arm was immediately emptied.

His cultivation base is in the middle stage of becoming a saint, which is much higher than that, and the combat power of the demon cultivator has always surpassed that of the Taoist cultivator, so it is very natural to say this.

If he hadn't been injured and cultivated here, how could he be found by mortals.

I simply made supplements one by one, which just replenished the blood, especially the ones that were automatically delivered to the door.

Fang Yuan's spiritual power surged: "Little demon cultivator, you still talk big while wearing the curse seal."

The old man's face changed: "You can see it."

Fang Yuan didn't understand what he was talking about, the Buddha's light on Moxiu's body almost blinded his eyes, and the blind couldn't see it.He jumped up, summoned the bergamot vine, swung the seal, and the attack was very fast and ruthless.

"Buddha's hand vine!" The demon cultivator quickly backed away. Where did this cultivator come from? How could there be something from the Buddhist sect? !

But he is not a paper tiger either, when the scepter is held up, the devilish energy far surpassing Fang Yuan's spiritual power pours out, and it goes straight to him.

The bergamot vine screamed and pierced, ignoring the defense - like a giant palm of mercy, trying to slap the old man under its palm.

"Just because of you, you want to subdue this old man—!"

The old man yelled and ran away, narrowly escaped death.

The tree buds glowed golden, and Fang Yuan's spiritual power's natural suppression of demons, monsters and evil spirits was fully displayed at this time. Even though Moxiu's momentum was astonishing, he was still unable to break through his barriers. Fang Yuan's heart was clear, and his spiritual power was like a lake. The turmoil spreads layer by layer, endlessly, gentle and stable.

Frame the boundaries of the old man.

The bergamot vine surrounded the surroundings like a giant snake, Fang Yuan stepped into the air, and suddenly hit a fingering technique, hitting the weak point of the enchantment that the old man was struggling to support.

It breaks with one blow.

Even people with skin.

Inspired by the young man's Taoist robe, he just showed his glory and landed on the spot.

At this time, the greatest benefit of the bergamot vine will be revealed. Drag it around on the ground, and there will be no blood or bones. It is a good sweeping vine.

"Wonderful."

Xiao Qing came out from nowhere, without a mask, with a deep smile, staring at him.

Fang Yuan ignored him and didn't talk to him.

He just bent down sullenly, looking for something that could prove to the villagers that Moxiu was dead.

"This demon cultivator should have escaped from the Eastern Continent. I don't know how many people were killed on the way to stabilize the mantra. You killed him, it is a merit."

Fang Yuan was indifferent and kept pulling the haystack.

Seeing this, Xiao Qing sighed slightly, playing with the taste: "Fang Lang is so cruel. In the future, he will escape into the Buddhist sect, and he will be chaotic and abandoned. Now he has already started to neglect me, and he doesn't even want to say a few words."

"It's just pity that I count the letters every day, I just hope to save one more, and talk about it as a comfort in the future."

These words imitate a woman's voice, very much like Mu Qiwu.

Fang Yuan finally broke through: "Don't talk nonsense! Since when did I abandon you, you don't want me!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area became silent.

Mo Xiaofan was still in human form, standing not far away, shaking the tips of his ears.

A slight choking sound was heard.

"Obviously you don't want me."

After making the oath, Mu Qiwu no longer wants him.On that day, never to return.

Xiao Qing lowered her eyes, stroked the young man's cheek slightly, and said in a low voice, "I and Mu Qiwu are one, how could I abandon you."

"No need," Fang Yuan said indifferently, "In the eyes of seniors, no matter how sad this junior is, it's all in the hands of seniors, and he will always come back."

He paused, but still said: "Because you know, I like you."

Fang Yuan left after speaking, leaving Xiao Qing alone.

Xiao Qing's expression was uncommonly relaxed, and after a while, the corners of his lips were raised, and his five fingers spread out, covering his face.

Like a mask, blocking the expression inside.

But he couldn't stop the low, low laugh that came from his heart.

After that night, Fang Yuan became calmer.

He is no longer stingy with talking to Xiao Qing, and he is not against hugging and kissing, but he is always calm and indifferent as if separated by a layer of something.

Compared to Xiao Qing's almost pampering gentleness, he was dazed and clumsy, like a hurt tortoise that shrank into its shell after breaking out.

Others can easily approach it, and even hold it in their hands, but the tortoise is always slow and will not respond to you.

It just sits under the table, and when you don't want it, it leaves by itself.

Transparency does not mean no sadness, this kind of sadness will come back at a certain moment, repeatedly killing the pure love of young people.He doesn't believe in Xiao Qing anymore, so he will observe him and test him.

This kind of scar is the most difficult to heal, and it is also difficult to play with people's hearts like Xiao Qing.

On the other hand, because the magic repair was solved, the villagers were very happy, Liniang came more frequently, and even brought a wounded bird one day, begging Fang Yuan to treat it.

It was just a trivial matter, so Fang Yuan injected spiritual power into it to heal its wound.

After the little bird recovered, it bounced in Fang Yuan's palm and lightly pecked his hand with its beak.

Liniang covered her lips and smiled, "Senior, it really likes you."

Fang Yuan also smiled, stroked the bird's feathers, and gently teased his head.

"I once had a bird too."

"Really? What kind of bird did senior raise?"

Fang Yuan didn't change his face: "I was wrong, it's a bald chicken."

Liniang chuckled: "That's too ugly."

The two chatted for a long time before they parted. Fang Yuan sent her away and subconsciously looked at the door next door.

Closed.

Fang Yuan also went back to the bedroom to meditate.

On the second day, Liniang brought the birds again, and today she changed into a floral Ru skirt, which was even more beautiful and moving.The little bird in the basket also chirped as soon as it saw Fang Yuan.

But this time, before their atmosphere became more natural, there was a clear chirp from the window sill, and the most luxurious bird that Liniang had ever seen in her life landed on the window sill.

"Chirp—"

It was only the size of a palm, but its long tail feathers stretched slightly behind it like a peacock.The feathers are emerald, blue, gold and red, and the whole body is bright and fiery red. The crown feathers stand tall and proud.

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

Xiao Qing...what to play again.

When the bird that Liniang picked up saw Phoenix, it staggered and flew towards him, raised its head, and neighed.

But Phoenix only caressed his feathers, spread his wings, and flew to the back of Fang Yuan's hand.

How beautiful is that dusty one, how can it be as good as him.

Fang Yuan didn't move for a long time.

But the phoenix in his hand lightly pecked at his wrist, Chu'er spread his wings slightly, threw himself into his arms, rubbed lightly, and kissed the corner of Fang Yuan's lips affectionately.

Just like Jiujiu used to be.

Fang Yuan didn't even know who he was, whether it was Mu Qiwu or the little chick.

The slightly cool beak pressed against the lips, a little wet and tender.

Fang Yuan finally pinched his wings lightly, spread them out in the palm of his hand, and touched the roots of the wings.

Touch it well.

Inexplicably, Liniang felt that there was an atmosphere between Fang Yuan and this beautiful bird, which made her unable to get in. After a slight pause, she offered to leave.

Fang Yuan smiled at her: "Goodbye."

Liniang nodded: "Well... Shangxian, will you go?"

"I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow." Fang Yuan's expression was gentle, "Thank you for your care these days, I specially prepared a gift for you, and I will give it to you when I leave."

A gift is a magic weapon for defense. It is not easy for ordinary people to survive, especially for women.If there is a next time, Fang Yuan hopes that she will not be given away as a gift.

After everyone left, Fang Yuan continued to touch Little Phoenix.

But after groping, he suddenly thought of a question... It is said that birds don't have dicks, but I don't know if phoenix does.

He touched and touched Fenghuang until his eyes narrowed slightly, looking very comfortable.

This kind of tenderness lasted until Fang Yuan unconsciously murmured: "It's so small."

Xiao Qing slowly opened her eyes.

Fang Yuan soon discovered that what he touched was a feather root, which was not a strange thing, but it was too late, "Phoenix" stared straight at him with the dark eyes.

"You are so small." Fang Yuan made love without changing his face, then picked up the Phoenix and kissed him:

"Chirp!"

The author has something to say: Fang Fang feels so hot after traveling!Next chapter to the Buddhist temple 23333

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