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"You can stay here tonight, just don't wander around."

It is obviously not suitable to go to the main peak at this time. After Fuzhi and the others returned to Cangwu Peak, he told Yin Lingxi to go back to his room.

Yin Lingxi: "Yes, Master."

When Fuzhi's figure disappeared in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He obediently went to his room, closed the door, and even extinguished the candles.

But not long after, a very faint devilish energy swept out from the gap in the window.

……

Cangwu Peak Back Mountain, Forbidden Land, Cold Pool.

The outer shirt and belt were folded neatly on one side, the moon was sinking in the west, and an hour had passed since midnight.

The water in the cold pool was extremely cold, the wet underwear was tightly attached to the body, the upper body of the pale sword master was lying on the edge of the tan, and the most pure bones on the spine occasionally emitted a little light.

This is not the first time Yin Lingxi has seen such a fuzhi.

But every time there is malice, Zhi Jinggu will automatically protect the lord. In this coma state, the power that Zhi Jinggu can exert will be even stronger, and he has no chance at all.

but……

This time he left Tianyanzong, he used the excuse of making lanterns to obtain this period of free time, and his Osprey delivered something as he ordered.

Yin Lingxi opened his hand, and in the palm lay a very delicate mirror, but the mirror surface was pure black.

One of the wonders of the demons, the same dream mirror.

He can use something like this to weave a dream that is under his complete control.

Yin Lingxi closed his eyes slowly, and the Dream Mirror in his hand slowly emitted a faint black light.

******

Fuzhi's drowsy consciousness was pulled into an unfamiliar space.

All the backlash from Jinggu receded.

His spiritual consciousness was instantly clear, and he opened his eyes with a swish, vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Then he touched the corners of his eyes in surprise.

His eyes can see?

This is... a dream?

Sword Master frowned, but it was too real, with all five senses present.

This is a dormitory, surrounded by typical demon decoration style, intertwined with dark red and black.

An enchanting and noble black flower is blooming in the corner. The flowers are layered upon layers, blooming to the extreme, releasing a corrupt and alluring fragrance.

Spices were also lit by the bed.

Curly smoke spit out from the ferocious golden beast's mouth.

The two fragrances blended together, and when inhaled into the lungs, it turned into faint itching.

He is now on an extremely extravagant bed, dark red pure color brocade, black bed curtain embroidered with golden dark patterns, pulled up and bundled on one side properly.

where is this?

Fuzhi felt a strange discomfort in his body, he ignored it for the time being, and wanted to get out of bed to observe.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, there was a crisp collision sound from his ankle.

Fuzhi froze, and then noticed that his ankles were bound by pure black chains, the chains were neither long nor short, tied to the side of the bed, and seemed to be just long enough for him to walk around the room.

The white ankles are bound with black iron, and the dark red bed surface is underneath.

The strong color difference collides with a fragile sense of fragility.

Jian Zun frowned, he was still wearing the same underwear he wore when he was asleep.

But...it seems to be a little shorter, and the smooth waist and abdomen are looming.

He rolled over and got off the bed, trying to break the chain, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground suddenly!

"Tsk... so anxious to throw yourself into my arms..."

The voice is romantic, and the tone of casual tone is frivolous.

This person caught Fuzhi who fell from the bed.

The sword master who was half embraced could only see the golden dark lines on the black hem of this man.

Golden dark lines, familiar voice.

Almost instantly, Jian Zun remembered the Demon Race Young Emperor who had bitten his neck before.

His complexion changed slightly, as expected, the next moment, the man raised his face slightly, his long and narrow eyes curved happily, "Master Jianzun, we meet again..."

It was the first time for the young emperor to have such close contact with a conscious master, and he watched with satisfaction the beautiful anger in the cold eyes of the 'master'.

Fuzhi mobilized his spiritual energy secretly, and found that the silence was as if he had never practiced it.

He said in a deep voice: "You manipulated my dream... um!"

He was pushed back by Yin Lingxi, his calm voice suddenly stopped and turned into a muffled voice.

Sword Master had no strength, he subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, and struggled to turn over, his white fingers pulled the dark red brocade under his body into tiny creases.

Yin Lingxi didn't give him a chance, leaned on his side, kissed his ear, and said in a low voice, "Why are you running, it's just a dream..."

"roll!"

Thin lips spat out a word that was icy.

Sword Master struggled again, his black hair spread out on the bed, like a black lotus blooming in the dark night.

Yin Lingxi didn't care either, he picked up a strand of Fuzhi's hair, twisted it around his finger, and at the end, used the end of his hair to gently scratch Fuzhi's waistline.

"Master Jian Zun is in such a hurry to go back, who do you want to see?" He smiled and induced step by step, "Your sweetheart?"

The body seems to have become extremely sensitive, and the teasing, which is neither light nor heavy, arouses greater desire.

Fuzhi's voice became unsteady, and he closed his eyes and said indifferently, "I don't have...a sweetheart."

"Jianzun is lying, don't you like your apprentice?"

Fuzhi opened his eyes suddenly, with undisguised killing intent, "What did you do to him?!"

Yin Lingxi was taken aback, but he didn't expect his first reaction to be this, and then a pair of phoenix eyes slightly curved.

"Jianzun also said that he didn't like it, and the reaction was so big, it really made me feel bad." He clasped Fuzhi's hand and attached it to his heart, "It's very uncomfortable..."

Fu Zhi couldn't hear what the Demon Race Young Emperor said later, and his complicated thoughts made him unable to calm down and think calmly.

There is only one ambiguous sentence in my heart——

Doesn't Master Jian like his apprentice?

absurd!

No matter how ignorant he is of love, he also knows what it means to like, how could he like his apprentice? !

but--

The scenes of him getting along with Yin Lingxi flashed in his mind frame by frame.

The fiery embrace, the morning and evening greetings, he went out to bring him back regardless of his retaliation, the intimate teacher...

Until midnight tonight, the handsome young man said to him gently: You are the most important person to me.

The pure and cold sword master vaguely touched the edge of being named Aimu.

At this time, the evil spirit pressing on him pushed him maliciously again, Yin Lingxi bit his chin, and murmured: "Is it because the sword master is so boring... just wanting to have sex with you?" Yes, it's me, not your little apprentice?"

Acacia?

This demon restrained him, and wanted to have sex with him? !

Jian Zun immediately remembered the "Eighteen Judgments of Swallowing Dragons" that he had seen unintentionally, and suddenly realized something, his eyes immediately became cold and angry.

"Forget it, then I'll feel wronged and let the sword master be satisfied, but I have to pay it back..."

The devil sighed, and before Fuzhi could speak, he kissed his thin lips.

Fuzhi leaned back her neck, breathless from being kissed.

Immortals and demons are at odds, and he was so humiliated that he wished to smash the body of the person on him to pieces.

Sword Master held brocade tightly.

A strong killing intent rolled between the bed curtains, and the temperature dropped a bit.

"Master Jianzun, tell me, if the person on your body is your little disciple, would you..." The young emperor sighed, and whispered a few difficult words in his ear.

Fuzhi's pupils shrank, his mouth was empty, and he bit the young emperor's shoulder hard.

The faint smell of blood spread out and melted into the surrounding aroma.

Yin Lingxi paused, then sneered, and gagged his mouth again.

Sanity and calm are fading away.

Fuzhi managed to stay awake for a while, until the devil whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice——

"Master..."

Zheng——

Sanity collapsed.

Jian Zun's cold eyes gradually filled with a fog of confusion.

The sword master who is not stained with dust, tasted human love for the first time.

The devil helped him pierce the foggy window paper, and he realized that he liked his little apprentice.

However, at the moment of knowing, he was in a dream...

As the moon was sinking westward, Sword Master, who had never groaned before, suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart after thinking about it.

A broken murmur overflowed from the shadowy bed curtain.

"Ling... West..."

******

The light of dawn leaps over the cold pool.

Fuzhi, who had been in a coma all night, twitched his eyelashes.

He opened his eyes very slowly, his pupils were a little dilated.

It was pitch black, but he still couldn't see.

It took a long time before he gradually withdrew from the dream, and then, the expression on his face became colder and colder, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of piercing frost.

The rich fragrance, the black chains, and the dark red brocade all seem to be not so clear anymore.

But he remembered the hands shackled around his waist, hot and hard to escape.

Pulling his ankle again and again, dragging him back.

The anger in Jian Zun's heart became more and more intense.

hum-

The Duanchen Sword responds to its master's intention, and immediately clangs!

The icy sword energy vibrated, and with a bang, it stirred up waves in the cold pool!

The drops of water fell on the ground and instantly turned into ice. The frost spread far away, and the cold-resistant spiritual plants were covered with a layer of frost and snow.

Fuzhi closed his eyes, his voice was very light, but it was full of angry killing intent.

"Demon Race, Young Emperor."

After the very faint devilish energy disappeared in the forbidden area, Ah Ruan, who was in the sea of ​​knowledge, said: "Master, let's go, it's safe now."

The angry look on Fuzhi's face subsided, and he leaned against the edge of the pool slowly, lazily and joyfully.

He squinted and recalled the scene in his dream carefully, and smiled with satisfaction.

Ah Ruan whispered: "Master, you were bullied so miserably in the dream..."

"No..." Fu Zhi tied the black silk again, lazily, "Although it's just a dream, it's quite comfortable... He takes good care of you."

Ah Ruan:?

It was a dumpling that didn't quite understand the word "comfortable", so it was silent, "Master, why is he weaving this dream?"

Fu Zhi tapped with her fingertips, "He is ripening the Love Gu."

"Huanqing Gu matures normally, and it will only make people deeply rooted in love. If it is ripened, people with neutron Gu will willingly dedicate themselves to their lover."

"He can't wait. It should be... something happened in the ancient beam magic circle, and he wants to dig my bones."

What a bad soul shard.

Fuzhi stepped out of the cold pool, put on his clothes unhurriedly, and said leisurely: "Let's go, go and meet this hungry wolf who just tasted meat."