Did the Palace Master break up with his Taoist companion today?

Lu Mingyao noticed it when Feng Nirvana and Jimochen started to fight.

The main reason is that the scars on Feng Nie's body appeared frequently recently, which made him suspicious.After all, with Feng Nirvana's ability, if even Jimo Chen, who was approved by Bai Songhe, couldn't easily hurt him, the possibility of others would be even lower.

So the only one who can hurt Feng Nirvana is himself.

While thinking about it, Feng Nie came back to his senses and said: "The sky is sitting on the ground, some small scratches are inevitable outside, don't worry about it."

Lu Mingyao smiled: "No, I'm just afraid that you will do something bad behind my back."

Feng Nie: "...I'm not that despicable."

Lu Mingyao: "Yes, if you want to do something bad, you will inform me before doing it, I know."

Feng Nie: "..." He shouldn't have stayed, just looking for trouble.

Before Feng Nie was angry with him, Lu Mingyao asked, "Why do you hate Jimo Chen so much?"

At the mention of this name, the emotion in his eyes cooled down visibly.

"A person who plays with other people's feelings and uses lies in exchange for benefits, is he worthy of liking?" Feng Nie asked rhetorically.

There was another silence, Lu Mingyao tentatively said: "...Did he play with your feelings?"

If it wasn't Lu Mingyao who was standing in front of him today but someone else, Feng Nie might not be able to resist beating him up before continuing the conversation.

"Is it possible?" Feng Nie asked coldly, not sure if Lu Mingyao was really curious or just teasing him again.

He has already discovered that Lu Mingyao has such a bad taste.It seems that depending on what he can't do to him, he becomes more and more...uncertain.

Is there really nothing he can do to Lu Mingyao?

Feng Nie pursed her lips, and slowly moved her gaze down from Lu Mingyao's eyebrows, looking at his tall nose, lips naturally like a flirtatious lover, and his slender and white as creamy neck.

As long as he calms down, he can feel every inch of his body from the inside to the outside through the seal, the flow of blood, pleasure or pain, pain or comfort.

So he knew that Lu Mingyao was in a happy mood when he said those words to him.

It was as if he could still hear the gentle beating of the heart of the person in front of him.

Feng Nie suddenly asked: "If you don't use magic skills, but only rely on strength, do you think you can still beat me?"

Lu Mingyao answered without any hesitation: "That's definitely not possible."

"I'm not very strong, and I don't like to carry heavy objects since I was a child." He said as he walked, "A senior swordsman with high ability once asked me if I wanted to be his apprentice, but I refused."

"Do you know why? Because I think the sword is too heavy."

As he said that, he narrowed his eyes: "That's why I like magic artifacts like Jade Lingzhu that can make me worry-free."

It took Feng Nie a while to react. Lu Mingyao's peace of mind meant that he didn't even need to exert effort to hold it.

What a delicate little boy.

She is so delicate that as long as she loses her spiritual power, she can be manipulated by him at will and let him do whatever he wants.

"Why are you asking me this question?"

Feng Nie didn't answer immediately.

Time flies by in the fairyland.

It seemed like yesterday when the bond was formed, but I endured it, and before I knew it, it would be two months.He only needs to endure another ten months, and he will be free, everything will be back on track, and he will have nothing to do with Lu Mingyao.

However, the second month suffered more than the first month.He didn't know if he could keep himself sober in the next ten months.

For example, just now, Lu Mingyao who was in the Immortal Palace didn't need his protection, so he could leave directly.But he also wanted to stay within the range where he could sense Lu Mingyao's breath. Only in this way could he calm down a little.

For example, now, seeing people in his sight, he really wants to do something to him.

doing what?

Anything is fine, as long as it makes him calm down.

But no.

Feng Nie concentrated her attention and said indifferently: "It's nothing."

"I just want to use this answer to imagine the possibility of defeating you."

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At night, Lu Mingyao didn't go back to his room immediately after finishing his work, but turned a corner and came to Zangshuge again.

He walked around several rows of bookshelves and found the place where the volumes were placed.

In the Zangshu Pavilion, you can find out the past of all the sects in this fairy world.That is to say, the Immortal Sect of the Four Seas mentioned by Mo Chen is recorded in a book made of animal skin paper.

He touched the old covers, and it was not difficult to see from the creases that someone had touched them recently.

Besides him, the only person who has entered the Book Pavilion these days is Feng Nirvana.

Lu Mingyao flipped through the pages absent-mindedly, his fingertips itched slightly as the rough edges of the paper rubbed against them.

The books in Zangshuge are written by Asgard Consciousness, it cannot lie.The book does not say that Guan Haizong is the door of Feng Nirvana, but it also does not mention that it is not him.

There are only a few sentences at the end, summing up the tragedy and ending their glory.

I don't know if it's because things are questionable, or it just happens to be the way Asgard is written.

When putting away the book, Lu Mingyao noticed that his index finger, which was rubbing the edge of the page just now, was accidentally reddened by him.His mind was not on this, but he seemed to think of something suddenly, and his expression was a bit dazed.

On Pingling Mountain.

There is no moon tonight.

The phoenix bird, which has been flying for a long time, still has no intention of stopping. On the bright white feathers, there is a little blood from the wound.

It hurt a little, but he was wide awake.

There was peace in the amber phoenix eyes, such collisions seemed to be normal for him.

Until the edge of the Yaochi where the sound of water was playing, a light blue figure appeared.

He suddenly couldn't judge whether he was awake or in a nightmare at the moment.

The man looked up at him, the light under the black eyes was a little gentler than what he saw in the illusion.The slightly curved eyes and the condescending smile inside are the reality that no amount of illusion can be transformed into.

Feng Nie was suddenly a little angry.

Why did Lu Mingyao appear at this time?

"Come here." Even though it was far away, Lu Mingyao's voice was clearly heard by the wind.

Bai Fengniao let out a long growl and rejected his request.

Lu Mingyao was not angry, and repeated again: "Feng Nie, come here."

The tone was as patient as ever.

This time, Bai Fengniao complied.

It's just one more time, just like that day when he found out angrily that he still couldn't leave the fairy palace, he slammed into the arms of this glorious man.

But this time, the other party caught him and was not directly thrown to the ground.

Lu Mingyao hugged the phoenix bird in front of him that was several times bigger than himself, and the feathers touched by his palm were softer and smoother than he imagined.

His hand caressed over Fengniao's wound.

Faced with such tenderness, Feng Nie was a little upset: "You better come to me with something important."

Lu Mingyao replied: "I came to see the joke."

With Feng Nie's temperament, even if he encounters any unbearable hurdles, he will never let others know.Bai Songhe said that Feng Nie can be very cruel to him, so if he feels uncomfortable, he will use another more sad way to relieve the pain.

Lu Mingyao didn't quite agree with such an action. After dipping his fingers in the blood on his feathers, he chuckled: "I guess your self-control is nothing more than that."

The white phoenix shook his body slightly, backed away from him and changed back into a human form.

He turned sideways to Lu Mingyao, not letting him see his eyes full of desire: "If I don't have enough self-control, do you think you can still stand in front of me now?"

Lu Mingyao glanced at Feng Nie and somehow understood his emotions.

Like a little phoenix with fried fur, hugging it and smoothing its fur will make it happy.

... It's not impossible.

Mainly, he did not reject Feng Nirvane's approach.He can tolerate as long as it is not the deepest intimate contact, including the touch of the soul.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingyao stepped forward and hooked his hand.

There is no discomfort, but I feel a kind of indescribable peace of mind.

The body of the person facing him was stiff, but he didn't shake off his hand.

It was the first time that he became a Taoist couple with Phoenix, and Lu Mingyao didn't know how far he had to go to satisfy him, so he asked again: "Want to hug me?"

The ears of the person in the white-gold costume were flushed. He didn't know whether it was shame or anger. After struggling for a long time, he was still unable to give an honest answer: "...I want to."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyao bent his eyes: "Okay."

Feng Nie was shaken by the smile on his face, so she didn't want to look at him at first.

For a proud phoenix to do this, it probably took all his strength, so Lu Mingyao didn't mind taking a few more steps.

The familiar light fragrance spread out in his bosom, Feng Nie was startled, after all, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his bosom vigorously.It was as satisfying as if an important thing that had left him for many days without authorization had returned to him.

He lowered his eyes, immersed in the fresh air from Lu Mingyao.

Immortal Dao is what he hates now, but it was once his favorite.

"You smell like a sycamore tree. It smells so good." The person in his arms was not very peaceful, and his neck was a little itchy when rubbed against his head.

Feng Nie frowned: "Shut up, don't move around."

"Is this the attitude of you men after you get it?"

Feng Nie: "..."

"Okay, if you think I'm noisy, then I'll go." Lu Mingyao pursed his lips, and even felt wronged, "It's a pity that I sacrificed myself kindly. You must know that the Palace Master is not just anyone who can—"

Before he finished walking, he was pulled back by Feng Nie.

At some point, his fingers hooked down his collar a little, and the warm fingertips brushed gently over the mark on his collarbone, making the mark scald hot.

Feng Nie stared at him with lowered eyes, as if she was looking at her belongings: "Stay."

In the deep voice, there was a rare force in the tone.

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