[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

It was about dusk that day, Feng Heng was sitting alone at the square table in front of the window, the afterglow of the setting sun had dissipated, the fiery red clouds turned dark in a blink of an eye, and the night slowly fell.

He tapped his fingers on the table, frowning slightly, apparently in deep thought.After a long time, he finally showed a wry smile, drank the tea on the table, got up, and went to Huang Yaoshi's study.

Huang Yaoshi wrote this "Nine Yin Manual" silently these days, always deliberating for a long time before he dared to write, vowing to restore the same secret book, seeing the last part, he did not dare to be careless.

He has been busy with this matter for the past few days, and he rarely has time to accompany Feng Heng. He was originally obsessed with martial arts, but at the same time he felt impatient, so he could only write and finish this matter as soon as possible.

But when you talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.Huang Yaoshi was concentrating on writing when he heard a knock on the door.

I saw Feng Heng entered the door wrapped in the thick darkness of night, holding a jar of wine and a food box in his hands.

Feng Heng put the things on the low couch not far from the desk in Li, and said with some complaints:

"I asked the kitchen, you didn't even eat dinner, you don't need to sleep and forget food to do anything, the left and right are just a book"

Huang Yaoshi saw that Feng Heng seemed really unhappy, but his heart was as sweet as honey, so he responded:

"Aheng, sit on the couch and wait for me for a while, there are still a few paragraphs left, this book will be finished"

Sure enough, Feng Heng didn't speak, just sat on the couch and waited for Huang Yaoshi to finish.

He hadn't been close to Huang Yaoshi for many days, now in the silence, he stared at Huang Yaoshi's side face.

When I first met Huang Yaoshi, he had tough lines, stern eyes, a proud and rebellious body.At this time, the person in front of him under the lamp had a smile on his mouth and soft eyes. When he looked at him, his eyes were full of pampering and warmth.

He should love himself, Feng Heng thought, at least he is different from others in his heart. To Huang Yaoshi, he should be special, but the weight, whether it is more or less, whether it is light or heavy, Feng Heng I didn't dare to make any judgments.

Huang Yaoshi didn't spend much time, brushing a few strokes.After a while, the scriptures he had written for several days and nights were finally completed. Feng Heng saw Huang Yaoshi walking towards the low couch in high spirits and beaming, and said as he walked:

"While I still remember clearly, it would be better to be silent earlier"

He sat down and went to look at Feng Heng, only to see Feng Heng lowered his head without looking at him, silently taking out plates of exquisite food from the food box.

As he got closer, he felt that Feng Heng's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He felt strange, and when he wanted to get closer to see clearly, Feng Heng suddenly raised his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and greeted him. Enjoy a good meal.

The two sat opposite each other, Feng Heng filled the wine glasses in front of him and himself, raised his glasses and said:

"You have worked hard for a few days, and finally your wish has come true?"

Huang Yaoshi just laughed and said nothing, the two pushed the cups and changed the cups, plates, chopsticks and chopsticks, and the food and drink were over half in a short time.

Huang Yaoshi saw that Feng Heng's face was like a rosy glow, pouring down Yuhanqiu thoughtlessly, before he had time to catch the flashing thought in his mind, he drank a cup too.

Feng Heng's eyes flickered like a bright moon covered with a light veil. Huang Yaoshi looked at it and blurted out unconsciously:

"Aheng, what's on your mind?"

Feng Heng was startled, looked up at him, calmed down secretly, smiled and asked:

"What do you think is on my mind?"

Huang Yaoshi did not answer, but sighed after a long time, and said:

"Aheng..."

The two were silent for a moment, each with different thoughts in their hearts. Feng Heng lifted the wine jar to pour wine, and suddenly realized that the wine jar was light, probably only enough for one person, and said softly:

"You can't help drinking..."

Yaoshi Huang smiled and said:

"Unknowingly..."

As he spoke, he took the wine jar from Feng Heng and filled Feng Heng with wine.Huang Yaoshi sighed in his heart, have you finished this jar of wine?When we first met, Feng Heng never drank a drop of alcohol...

He raised his eyebrows to look at Feng Heng, and saw that he was really dizzy, with a slack and foggy expression on his face.

At this moment, he was staring at the overflowing wine glass, frowning, Huang Yaoshi saw him pick up the wine glass, quickly raised his head, and poured the wine into it.However, Feng Heng put down his wine glass, but turned his head, facing Huang Yaoshi, without saying a word, stretched his hand over the small table, grabbed Huang Yaoshi's collar, pulled him and stuck it on it. He used this trick to deal with Huang Yaoshi, but Huang Yaoshi was caught off guard every time.

The empty wine glass on the table was brought down by Feng Heng, rolled around, fell along the edge of the table, and finally fell on the couch.

Not long after, as if echoing, the two people who were entangled in one place also slowly fell down on the couch, the candlelight crackled suddenly, but it was covered by the gradually rising groans.This is probably another sleepless night that makes people blush and heartbeat...

Huang Yaoshi spent a lot of energy transcribing the scriptures these days, and now he was sleeping deeply. Feng Heng, who was lying in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, and he took Huang Yaoshi's hand from his waist away. , sat up slowly, didn't look drunk at all, and looked calm.

He slowly got off the low couch and walked to the desk. The book on the table was quietly placed on the desk. Because it was just finished, even if it was not opened, it could still smell the strong fragrance of ink.

Feng Heng's body moved slightly, and a small dim light appeared on his hand instantly. He tensed his body, and raised a hand. The hand that stretched out to flip through the book was as heavy as a thousand catties. He closed his eyes, hesitated for a while before opening them again, there was no more hesitation in his eyes.

Although his movements of flipping the book are light, his speed is not slow. Within three quarters of an hour, Feng Heng memorized the book to death. If Huang Yaoshi has a photographic memory, then Feng Heng scanned and copied the book. He only read the book once. It was stored in his mind, and even if he didn't understand it, he could retell it verbatim.

After he returned the book to its original form, he turned around and landed lightly on the low couch, closed his eyes and slowly relaxed his body.

In the next few days, everything on Peach Blossom Island was as usual, and no one noticed that the steamed buns and dry food in the kitchen, chicken leg stew, were always less from time to time, and no one found that there was a person living in Qingyin Cave outside the Peach Blossom Formation.

There was only one person in the room at this time. He was leaning on the couch, with one hand casually resting on his half-raised leg. His finger was caressing a bright silver ring. Not long after, he heard a beating sound. door noise.

Feng Heng came in, and saw Xiaomei pushing the door in. She stepped into the door with one foot. She didn't forget to look left and right. Seeing that no one was passing by, she quickly stepped into the room and closed the door tightly. .

Seeing her cautious appearance, Feng Heng couldn't help laughing, secretly thought, why don't I just ask for some news, she looks like a professional intelligence officer.

Seeing Feng Heng's smiling face, Xiaomei made up her mind. She helped Feng Heng secretly do a lot of things these days. Although she couldn't tell the reason for this, she probably knew that the master had deceived the son's brother's martial arts heart. Fa, now that someone came to the door, the young master seemed to be in a dilemma, and she also knew that if the master found out about the person on the island, he would definitely fight violently.

She walked up to Feng Heng and said in a low voice:

"My lord, I have already prepared the boat. It is hidden at the bottom of the cliff behind the Great Buddha Rock. I told the steward that I want to collect some shells and corals in the sea, so he arranged a boat for me."

Feng Heng just nodded when he heard this, without making a sound, and kept rubbing the ring with his fingers.

Xiaomei felt uneasy, so she boldly asked:

"Young master, are you angry with Master?"

After she finished speaking, she carefully looked at Feng Heng, only to see Feng Heng looked down at the ring, smiled slightly, and shook his head as if sighing.

She didn't know whether the young master's answer counted as an answer, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and said:

"Then, young master, are you going to send young master Zhou away quietly like this?"

Feng Heng looked at her in a blink of an eye, and said softly:

"I'll go out to sea with Big Brother Zhou, send him safely to the shore and come back, don't worry, everything will be fine"

Mei Ruohua only felt that it was inappropriate for them to carry Master behind their backs like this, but she also knew in her heart that Master might have done something to make the young master sad this time, and she didn't know what to do for a while, she actually wanted to discuss with Senior Brother Qu or Senior Brother Chen, But he also promised the young master not to let the people on the island know about it, and the anxiety in his heart showed on his face. He had never felt like this moment that he was powerless.

The ring soaked in body temperature was repacked by Feng Heng into the brocade bag, as if a closed heart had been repackaged.

He whispered to Mei Ruohua:

"Xiaomei, you don't have to worry. I'll send Brother Zhou away, and I'll come back and explain the matter to him. The reason why we're doing it secretly is because he's afraid that he will know that Brother Zhou is on the island. When we meet, we will inevitably fight..."

Mei Ruohua listened to his explanation easily, but knew in her heart that this matter might not be so optimistic, and when the young master came back, she still didn't know how to deal with it.

At night, Feng Heng, who had tidied up first, went to bed. Not long after taking a bath, Huang Yaoshi leaned over and leaned over. He kissed Feng Heng's side face, and then kissed his lips. Heng's breathing was unsteady, and the two separated. Huang Yaoshi frowned and said:

"Aheng, do you have a fever again?"

Feng Heng was puzzled, and only said:

"Ugh?"

Huang Yaoshi touched his forehead and said affirmatively:

"The temperature in your mouth is higher than usual"

His fingertips brushed the corners of Feng Heng's eyes, and continued:

“Eyes are moist too”

Feng Hengchi laughed, took his hand off his head, and put it on his waist, with his legs slightly hooked, he wrapped his whole body around Huang Yaoshi, and said against his ear:

"Then come and help me with my fever"

It is really rare for Feng Heng to be so proactive these days. Huang Yaoshi was concerned about whether he had a fever or not, but Feng Heng was so enthusiastic that Huang Yaoshi was dizzy and only indulged in the sea of ​​love and desperately writhed with Feng Heng.

That night, Feng Heng seemed to be very emotional and very active. He pressed Huang Yaoshi under his body and swayed his waist actively. His appearance only made Huang Yaoshi more prosperous, and all the friendship in his heart over the past few days was wiped out Turning into a full-strength collision, Huang Yaoshi listened to Feng Heng's high and low groans, and kissed him on the cheek lightly, but his movements below him were like a violent storm, involving the two of them.

Early the next morning, when Huang Yaoshi opened his eyes again, the warmth in his arms had already disappeared, and he was the only one left on the wide wooden bed...

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