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After all, Xiao Que'er has read countless cheat books and has rich theoretical experience. It didn't take long for Xiao Que'er to realize where the golden ring was worn.

Fu Zhi's fair face suddenly turned red, like a ripe flower.

The young man was extremely ashamed, and his nasal voice was sweet: "I won't wear it!"

Gu Mianliang played with the luxurious golden ring, and said unhurriedly: "The first estrus of your Akabane tribe will last for half a year, I don't think you can survive it."

Fuzhi acted like a baby: "Father will be my hen, we will live in the nest for half a year and won't go out..."

Gu Mianliang's eyes darkened: "You shouldn't like me, I'm your father."

Xiao Que'er is only a few hundred years old, and it's very likely that he doesn't even know what it means to love someone, and he won't watch him go astray.

Gu Mianliang pinched the young man's chin and rubbed it for a while, until she saw red marks appearing on the delicate skin, she suddenly came back to her senses, and said coldly: "You have to know what you are doing."

The young man made a cut, his eyes were bright and lively, and he muttered: "You are not my kisser."

"Of course I know what I'm doing, adoptive father, I just like you, I just want you to be my female bird, whether you believe it or not, my cub can only crawl out of your belly."

The red feather between the young man's eyebrows was burning, his affection was as hot as fire, his tone was sincere and gentle, and his phoenix eyes looked at the white-haired man so earnestly, as if the person in front of him was everything to him.

Gu Mianliang paused, then frowned.

This kind of absolute sincerity was something he had never had before.

"You're still young, you don't know what liking is," Gu Mian said in a cool voice, "You're just relying on me."

"You think I'm young?" The young man's attention was strange, and he said dissatisfiedly, "I still don't think you're an old man!"

Gu Mianliang's forehead twitched: "...are you wearing it or not?"

The young man's face was very ugly, and finally he took it reluctantly, and the exquisite gold ring twirled at his fingertips, dawdling.

Gu Mianliang turned her head sideways, "Go to my bed and put down the curtain."

The blush on the young man's face was even worse. The time wasted had made his body almost limp into a puddle of water. He didn't know what to think, and his dejected eyes lit up little by little.

Fuzhi tugged at the hem of Gu Mianliang's clothes, and said softly, "Father, help me this time, then put it on for me with your own hands, and check it by the way, how about it?"

His fingertips were covered with sweat, exuding a bewitching fragrance.

When she was lying on Gu Mianliang's lap and begging softly, the red feather between her brows and eyes dimmed a bit, which made people feel pity.

The foster father's voice was extremely soft.

Gu Mianliang's Adam's apple twitched, and after a while, he sighed and hugged the young man horizontally.

The young man exclaimed, then wrapped his arms around his neck with a smile, his slender legs were dangling, very proud, like a little fox who had successfully stolen.

The white-haired beauty bent down and put the man on the bed, untied the knot of the boy's waist, frowning all the time.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and untied the tie at the side of the bed, and the curtain was gently lowered.

……

The moonlight was slightly hidden behind the dark clouds.

The sweet and greasy fragrance was blown away a little with the wind.

The night is getting thicker and darker. As soon as the temperature drops, the water vapor turns into dewdrops, dripping from the leaves of the bamboo to the bamboo.

The tall and straight bamboo trembled slightly as it was caressed by the breeze. When the crystal dew accumulated on it, it slid down the bamboo body and dripped on the quietly blooming flowers below.The petals are soft and delicate, as if they can't bear it, they are trembling by the drops of dew.

Occasionally, there was a rustling sound, as if some dexterous little animal got into the nearby Lingxi River.

……

Inside the bamboo house.

The warm yellow candle trembled.

Gu Mianliang's clothes were still neat and clean, he opened the curtain and walked out, washed his hands in the wooden basin next to him, and dried them with a brocade handkerchief.

There is still an indelible sweetness between the fingers.

This sweet fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose, a magnificent golden light flashed in Gu Mianliang's pupils, he unexpectedly thought of the red gauze that fell on his hand that night.

He felt dizzy before his eyes, leaned against the screen beside him, and closed his eyes.

"..."

The body fragrance of the Akabane clan actually smells good, the purer the blood of the Akatori, the more comforting the body fragrance.

And the fragrance in his hand seemed to be very attractive to him, and there was an inexplicable attraction that seemed to come from the soul.

A small head peeped out from the bed curtain, the redness on the young man's face gradually faded, his phoenix eyes were watery, but he didn't show any shyness.

He stood up loudly, turned over and got off the bed, the thin quicksand brocade was tightly attached to his body, and the smooth and youthful muscle lines of the young man were faintly visible.

Fuzhi walked towards Gu Mianliang, hugged him from behind, rubbed his hair, "Thank you foster father for your help."

The body fragrance of the Akabane tribe immediately surrounded Gu Mianliang.

The hand he was holding on the screen tightened suddenly, and the finger bones were slightly white.

The Adam's apple moved, and after a while, the voice hummed in a low voice.

The boy's eyes were sly and his voice was a little hoarse. He asked repeatedly, "Father, do I look good? Do I look good? Do I have a pretty tail?"

He is very clingy, wishing he could stick his whole body on Gu Mianliang's body, happy and clear: "Father, I like you so much, I really like you, father, please marry me, father..."

"..."

Gu Mianliang gripped the screen more and more tightly.

Fuzhi didn't notice his tense body, and said boldly with a blushing face, "Father, you are amazing, and I can help you too. The masters of ethnology all praised me for learning things quickly, I just read it once. gone."

Gu Mianliang didn't make a sound for a long time, slowly broke away from the boy's embrace, and left the room without looking back.

"You can rest here tonight."

The voice was cold and indifferent.

The young man was slightly astonished and froze on the spot. When he recovered, he was the only one left in the room.

The cool wind blew from outside, and the sweat on his body became cold, and he shivered subconsciously.

In the end, the young man pursed his mouth and twisted the hem of his clothes unhappily. He went out to look, but saw that Gu Mianliang had entered the bamboo house that he was never allowed to enter again.

...what the hell is in there?

Fu Zhi's curiosity suddenly reached its peak.

His delicate brows frowned, planning to go in and take a look later. .

After the boy closed the door, he jumped onto Gu Mianliang's bed in two or three steps. There was still a cold bamboo fragrance on the pillow. He buried his head deeply, and even exposed his feathers in joy.

While Fuzhi was obsessed with acting, he was asking questions in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

[How much has the recovery rate increased? 】

[Ah Ruan: You have been tossing for so long, and it has risen from 40.00% to 40.00%. 】

Fuzhi was thoughtful: 【This shouldn't be...】

He frowned, thinking back carefully when he first met Gu Mianliang, those golden eyes... It seemed that they never appeared again.

He originally thought it was Gu Mianliang's inner demon, but now he has some other guesses.

[My divine power is now sealed, Ah Ruan, are you sure that greed has been fully awakened? 】

It stands to reason that Gu Mianliang would never be so indifferent based on the degree of attraction of the main soul to the fragments.

[Ah Ruan: Don't worry, master, these things about Ah Ruan are still accurate. 】

Fuzhi slowly got up from the bed, brushed a strand of hair with her slender fingers and twisted it around the fingertips, deep thoughts between his brows, he felt a little tricky.

[In two days, we will make a game, I will try him. 】

……

Fuzhi's estrus period was forcibly interrupted by Jinhuan, and Niaozu's normal physical development was suppressed, and he felt uncomfortable for several days.

Gu Mianliang never came out of that room, Fuzhi told his master for leave, and didn't go to the ethnology school, just squatted at the door waiting for him to come out.

When Gu Mianliang finally came out, the first thing he saw was the young man in red who hugged his knees and curled up into a ball.

"..."

Looking pathetic.

Gu Mianliang squatted down and whispered, "Yunfu."

The boy was sleeping soundly, and there was faintly suspicious liquid at the corner of his mouth. He smacked his lips and smirked, "Father... I'll help you off..."

"..."

Gu Mianliang's expression was subtle, and after a while, she reached out and tapped Fuzhi's forehead.

Fuzhi opened his eyes, "Who?!"

"woke up?"

The young man was dazed for a moment, then he seemed to come to his senses, wiped his mouth, and got up with a grunt, "Father, you have come out!" He glanced back quietly from the corner of his eye, and found that the door of this room had been closed, and was immediately disappointed look away.

Gu Mianliang didn't pay attention to his small movements, and walked out, "Follow me to a place."

Fuzhi hurriedly followed, curious: "Where are you going, foster father?"

Gu Mianliang said calmly: "You will know when you arrive."

……

millennia ago.

The evil spirits stopped destroying the ancient seals, and the realm of comprehension and the demons joined forces to suppress them again.

Tianyan Zong Fuzhi Jianzun sacrificed his body to kill the bone, completed the seal, suppressed Zhisheng again, and the turmoil in Kyushu was at peace.

Afterwards, the demon clan moved southward, the magnificent palace no longer existed, and the original demon clan domain had turned into a dark and gloomy ruin.

The moonlight disappears.

Even the stars in the night sky seem stingy.

The land is vast.

The black crow fluttered and landed on the withered branch, its dark red eyes rumbling.

The ancient altar exudes a chaotic and distant atmosphere, and the dried blood on it has merged with the altar, adding a bit of eerieness.

A man in blue and white hair approached slowly with a young man in red.

Fuzhi couldn't help shivering from the breath of forest ghosts around him. He rubbed his arms and whispered, "Father, what are we doing here?"

Gu Mianliang: "Do you know where this is?"

The young man didn't miss any chance to show off, and said happily: "Of course I know, my family studies are very good, the sword master of Tianyanzong, everyone admires him very much."

Gu Mianliang responded, but there was no change in her tone.

"Father, speaking of it, were you alone before you picked me up?"

"No."

The young man keenly sensed that Gu Mianliang's mind was not on him, so he answered very perfunctorily.

Gu Mian stopped suddenly, turned her head and looked over, "The maturity period has come, and your racial talent to detect spirits is ready to be used."

Fuzhi scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "It's already awakened, but it hasn't been used yet."

He has always been smart, looked at the surroundings of the altar, and guessed: "Did father ask me to help you detect the spirit? Uh... Yinhun really likes this kind of dense environment."

"I am now in the late stage of Jindan, and I can only detect the spirit of 300 years at most."

"It's not 300 years," Gu Mianliang said softly, "It's 1000 years."

The boy hissed and shook his head: "Then I can't find out."

Gu Mianliang took out a blood-colored bead, "Using this will allow you to detect spirits for about 500 years."

When Fuzhi took it, he felt a gust of cold air go straight to the top of the sky, the bead was dark red like blood, the coolness and evil energy almost rushed into his meridians, he almost couldn't help letting go, but soon, he felt an inexplicable surge in his heart There was a strange throbbing.

"Father, this bead..."

"Just use it."

Gu Mianliang took out a piece of paper with a person's birthday written on it, "Here."

The young man suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, obediently said, wrote down the date of birth, injected his aura into it, and the blood-colored beads rippled into circles of halos, slowly spreading to the entire demon clan Old address area.

This spirit-seeking technique consumes a lot of energy.

After a while, his ruddy face began to turn pale.

The young man explored the undead one by one very seriously, and there was no...

None matched.

Unwillingly, he increased the transmission of spiritual energy, and the search area suddenly became wider.

Fuzhi's body was trembling slightly, after all, his cultivation level was not good enough, and he was almost exhausted now.

"All right."

Gu Mian held his wrist coldly, and took back the bloody bead, "There's no need to probe."

The young man looked as if he had been fished out of the water, and he said with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry foster father, I didn't find it, and there is nothing that fits within a radius of six hundred miles. I will come again when I break through the Nascent Soul... "

He stopped after speaking halfway, because he found that the person in front of him was not listening at all.

He watched his adoptive father stop in front of the altar, squatting down, stroking the lines with his slender fingers, the white hair hanging down on it, stained with some conspicuous dirt.

His eyelashes were drooping, and there was no expression on his face, but at that moment, the young man noticed a kind of sadness that made people breathless.

The young man looked at him, and after a while, he squatted quietly beside Gu Mianliang, silently accompanying him, patting his adoptive father's back like a child with his palm, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry!" crying..."

Gu Mianliang was slightly stiff, and after a while, he waved his hand wearily: "Go to another place first, we will leave later."

"it is good."

Fuzhi responded obediently, and walked away sensiblely with his weak body, leaving Gu Mianliang alone.

The young man was wandering aimlessly by himself, and the heartless person pretended to be troubled for a while.

The adoptive father is always very mysterious. All he knows is the company of these 300 years and his name.

Who is the old man who can make foster father so sad...

The adoptive father is always lonely. Could it be that the ghost he is looking for is his relative?

He thought about it for a long time, but there was no result. He couldn't help but sighed, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was on the edge of a cliff.

The eerie cold wind blew up from the bottom of the cliff, Fuzhi subconsciously shuddered, he poked his head to look

There is a ghostly atmosphere below, and a crack can be seen faintly.

here is……

He walked a little further, leaning out almost half of his body, trying to see clearly, but the next second his pupils shrank, and the whole person was ruthlessly pulled down by an invisible force!

The boy struggled subconsciously, and before being completely dragged in, he called out: "Father!"

Before he passed out, he faintly heard a few strange and excited voices.

"Brothers, look, I have brought back a beauty..."

"It's really beautiful, the skin is so tender, tsk, look, it turns red when pinched."

"Hey hey hey hey, everyone has a share, don't worry, come one by one..."

"Go away, it's okay to come together, get out of the way!"

Beside the altar, Gu Mianliang seemed to have noticed something and raised her head slightly.

He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, and then his face suddenly sank, his pupils filled with light gold, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.