God, he's wearing it again

Too willing to let go.

Feng Jiuluo smiled lightly, "Now I know I'm scared, why didn't you see how scared you were just now."

Frost lowered her head, "Isn't this afraid of getting hurt, Master?"

"You're filial." The smile on Feng Jiuluo's face didn't fade away, it was different from his usual smile mixed with a touch of pampering, Frost couldn't help being a little stunned.

"From now on, I will have no father, no relatives, only Master." Frost blinked her eyes and looked at him.

"I will only have you from now on, you can't leave me." It was the voice deep in his memory again, Feng Jiuluo couldn't help covering his forehead with his fingertips.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Frost asked softly, what Feng Jiuluo didn't see was the loneliness in his eyes.

"It's nothing." Is this memory his or the wine.

"I'm so envious of this filial piety of master and apprentice." Mo Wuwen, who had been left alone for a long time, finally couldn't help speaking, and Feng Jiuluo remembered that there was still this person waiting here.

"Sorry for forgetting you." Feng Jiuluo said.

Mo Wuwen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Seeing how kind you are to your apprentice, I want to be your apprentice."

Feng Jiuluo turned back and smiled, "You are not worthy, I think you are suitable to be their company." He raised his chin, and with a flick of his sleeve, he sent the other party to the stone plate in the middle of the lake in a blink of an eye.

Before the opponent could stand still, Feng Jiuluo pushed the bone fan out.

"This bone fan is my treasure. It has been with me since I was born. A fairy once entrusted me with a dream. This thing is carved from the bones of a 3000-year-old beast. How could it be used by you. "Mo Wuwen managed to stabilize his body and said towards the shore.

"That's not necessarily the case." Feng Jiuluo opened his palm, and the fan responded to his instruction, and the sixteen fan bones spread out one by one, surrounding the three of them with the stone plate as the center.

Mo Wuwen's eyes widened involuntarily, "This is impossible! Obviously it only listens to my orders!" After reciting the formula silently, the fan did not regroup and returned to his hand, but was still hanging in the air with spiritual power. Even worse.

"What's going on? Isn't it your fan? Why doesn't it obey you?" Yu Qingyuan asked.

"I do not know either."

Feng Jiuluo stood on the bank and said with a smile, "It seems that your fan is also spineless, anyone who has it can use it."

Mo Wuwen still couldn't believe it.

Ignoring their staring gazes, Feng Jiuluo prepared to fly away with Frost.

"Don't leave, what about us?" Yu Qingyuan said anxiously when he saw that he was about to leave.

Feng Jiuluo: "When will Grandpa be happy before letting you out."

Before the words fell, the person had long since disappeared.

"Mother, what are those three people doing on the rock?" A child pointed out.

Woman: "It's probably standing on the lake to enjoy the scenery."

The child said again: "But I saw them three days ago when I went fishing with my father, and they are still here today."

Woman: "It is estimated that you have not finished appreciating it and continue to appreciate it."

"But aren't they tired? With such a big sun, is there something wrong with their brains?"

"Don't say that about others, it's rude."

After a while, the child patted the woman's clothes, "Look, mother, two of them patted something that didn't exist with their palms."

The woman blamed it, "Don't talk nonsense, children, it must be a new type of performing arts. Doesn't our town have outsiders coming to watch the performance every once in a while?"

"Then no one will watch their performance. If you look at them, they can probably scare people away with their teeth and claws."

The more the woman saw something was wrong, she took the child and hurried home.

"Why did you come back so soon today?" The woman's husband asked curiously. The woman's husband is a fan seller, so he draws fans at home every day.

The woman put down a bag of embroidery, "Don't mention it, I didn't have much embroidery today and I thought it would be sold out soon, so I took the child to the lake for a walk, and met three water ghosts in broad daylight, and the horror of barking their teeth and claws died. .”

The man took his son with his free hand, "Well, then you can't run around by the lake in the future."

lake center

"Did you understand what I said just now? Will you bring us something to eat? You said that we will be fine if we starve for a few days, but it's different. He's just a mortal body now. Those who don't will be starved to death." He Yi said.

Mo Wuwen slumped on the stone platform and said weakly, "I am also a mortal, why don't you ask me."

"You broom star, don't be hypocritical, if it weren't for you, how could I be so unlucky," Yu Qingyuan said, also dying, "I tell you that if my son dies of starvation, you will be the first one to come to him."

He Yi yelled for being wronged, but after so many days, Feng Jiuluo hadn't untied the enchantment of the bone fan, so he probably forgot.

At this time, Feng Jiuluo, who was far away in the sky, sneezed, and watched their every move with water as a mirror, "I guess they are talking about me." It's a bit of fun.

"Little guy, you know how long humans can live without food."

"About seven days." Frost said with her head propped up.

Feng Jiuluo waved his sleeves to disperse the mirror image in the water, "Then let that bastard wait for seven days, as long as he doesn't die."

"By the way, have you learned the immortal technique I taught you?" Feng Jiuluo turned his head and asked.

Frost shook her head, "Master and disciple still have a few things I don't understand, please give me some pointers." Frost said softly and put her head on his knee.

Feng Jiuluo knocked on his forehead, "Stand still for me, you are really stupid if you can't even learn this most basic method of becoming a fairy, and you want me to show you step by step." The stern posture still needs to be displayed.

Since he decided to be his master, he must teach well, and he must not teach his apprentices astray.

"Did you understand what I told you?"

Feng Jiuluo didn't receive a response for a while, and found that Frost had fallen asleep beside his bed. Looking at the window, the sky was already dark, and the shadows of flowers were swaying outside the window.

She turned her gaze back to this tired little face, forget it, let him go today, helped him take off his shoes and moved to his bed, and planned to find a quilt for him in the room next door.

As soon as Feng Jiuluo walked in, someone behind him suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, and the warm breath sprayed on his eartips, itching, "Master, you are so kind to this child, so good that I can't help it." So jealous."

The man's voice was cold and deep, Feng Jiuluo's body froze involuntarily, the man hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to embed him in his whole body.

"Who the hell are you?" Who on earth could run behind him without anyone noticing.

The man sneered a few times with a mixture of infatuation and annoyance, "You man."

Feng Jiuluo became a little uneasy and waved his right hand to break free from his restraint, "I don't have a man, so get out."

Unexpectedly, the other party pulled his arm and pressed him against the wall, trying to break free but the other party clasped it tightly, the next moment a softness was printed on it, Feng Jiuluo couldn't help but widen his eyes.

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Frost: I am so sour that I even eat my own vinegar.

The next chapter finally makes Gong grow up.

41. The ground is full of fairies 21

This kiss was almost crazy, with a kind of morbid desire to swallow him up. Feng Jiuluo was a little out of breath after being kissed, and raised his foot to kick him away. Who knew that the other party seemed to have Prejudged's leg pressed against his knee and pressed back the leg he was just about to lift.

After a while, the other party seemed to become calmer, no longer as crazy as before, but became thinner and longer, and the hand holding his wrist gradually tended to relax.

When Feng Jiuluo was about to pull away from his palm, he was suddenly grabbed again, and was drawn to the opponent's heart.

The pulse was beating under the palm of his hand, and the other party put his head on his shoulder, "Did you hear that, it is beating for you."

"Go away." Breathing calmly, two words stuck in his throat. When the voice came out, Feng Jiuluo was stunned for a moment, trembling with a bit of panting.

The man chuckled again, held Feng Jiuluo's hand and poked inside again, "If you can't see it clearly, how about digging it out for Master to appreciate."

Hearing a wave of spiritual power in his hand and preparing to slap the opponent away, who knows that the opponent dodges faster than he imagined, only to see a piece of cloth slipping from his sleeve.

In the dark, Feng Jiuluo raised his eyes and saw the other party's beautiful silhouette, with long eyelashes in the light and shadow.

"Didn't I let you and me see? What are you hiding?" Feng Jiuluo frowned slightly, the feeling of being offended spontaneously emerged, and another spiritual force flowed through his fingertips to hit the opponent, but the opponent did not fight back But blindly staggered, obviously not intending to fight him.

"If you don't make a move, get out."

For some reason, the man circled him from behind again, his ears were bitten by the other's lips and teeth, Feng Jiuluo couldn't help but stop, the slightly itchy feeling spread from the ear to the heart,

"Master always tells me to get out, but where can I get out, and we have been out, and more than once." The man's voice was cold, but his words were extremely ambiguous.

These words penetrated into his ears like a ghost, Feng Jiuluo's pupils shrank involuntarily, and those trivial memories rushed into his mind bit by bit, and because it seemed too unbearable, he put them away Expelled out to stay fragmented on the surface of memory.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't force you, I'm sorry." The other party whispered a little remorse again.

Seeing Feng Jiuluo's painful appearance ravaged by memories, he hugged him carefully from the front instead, stroking his hair gently with his fingertips,