What about the Master's text?

Fu Ji had never shared a bed with others before, and suddenly he froze when he heard Jing Fan say this.

Jing Fan only wore an inner garment with a loose collar, revealing a large area of ​​smooth skin.The room is simply furnished, and the floor is not very flat. Jingfan radiates out, and the water drops wet the clothes, making the skin and flesh a bit dazzling white.

"Fu Ji?" Jing Fan walked over, Fu Ji turned his back to him, seemed to be asleep, but the sound of breathing was obviously unsteady, Jing Fan bent down to look, thinking that Fu Ji was not feeling well, but he forgot his own His hair was still wet, and when he bent over like this, water drops hit Fuji's temples with a thud.

Jing Fan: "..." He was about to open his mouth to apologize, but he saw Fu Ji opened his eyes, the distance between the two was less than a foot, and their breath was on their face. For some reason, both of them were nervous, one quickly took two steps back, the other Close your eyes again.

There was silence in the house.

After a while, Jingfan said, "Sorry."

This apology was a bit abrupt and embarrassing. After all, even Jing Fan didn't know why his heart was pounding.

Fu Ji was in the same state of mind as him. With his eyes closed, his sense of hearing became more acute. Hearing the beating sound of his heart, he didn't know for a moment whether the heart beating sound was his own or Jing Fan's.

"No problem." Fu Ji's voice was very low, he lay on the couch with his eyes closed, but in his mind was just Jing Fan's half-opened, alluring appearance.

He knew before that Jing Fan was very good-looking, but beautiful but extremely aggressive. When others noticed him, they must first notice his extraordinary temperament, not that face.

But after taking a bath, Jingfan had a smile on his face, and his voice was slightly hoarse, and a lot of indifference faded away, so that Fuji suddenly didn't dare to stare intently.

"Go to sleep." Jing Fan put out the candle, but didn't come to the bed, but sat on the narrow stool by the table.

In the pitch-black room, the sound of breathing became more and more obvious. Fu Ji opened his eyes, but his eyes were dim, and not far away was the sound of Jing Fan's clear and shallow breathing.

Neither of them fell asleep.

"Can't sleep?" Jing Fan originally sat with his back facing Fu Ji, and it's not a big deal for a cultivator not to sleep, but today he probably lost his mind, or was too abnormal, insisting on disturbing Fu Ji's cleanliness .

"En." Fu Ji replied unconsciously, only he knew that under the quilt were Zhang Huang's five fingers, curled up and loosened.

Jingfan changed the direction and sat facing the bed. With the faint moonlight outside, he could only see the bed bulge a bit.

He was actually distracted to discern what Fu Ji looked like now, whether he was lying flat or on his side, or whether he was in a mess like him, and felt that something was wrong.

After another long silence, Fu Ji seemed to have accumulated a lot of courage, and his voice was weak when he opened his lips, "You, why don't you also come to sleep on the couch, it's cold over there, and there is no bedding."

It was the first time that Fu Ji, who had never changed his face before Mount Tai collapsed, was so anxious. What he didn't want to admit at all was that after saying this sentence, he wanted Jing Fan to nod, but also couldn't help but want him to refuse.

It seemed that after Jing Fan really nodded, there would be some difference between them.

Jing Fan thought about it but still refused, there are some things he hasn't figured out yet, if he hastily dealt with it like this, it would be disrespect to Fu Ji.

After being rejected, Fu Ji's heart skipped a beat again. Just as he was about to speak, Jing Fan interrupted him, "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, go to bed quickly, I have other things to trouble you when I get up tomorrow morning."

Fu Ji didn't respond, but tucked in the quilt and closed his eyes again.

After a night passed, only they knew how they slept.

Early the next morning, when Fu Ji woke up, Jing Fan was no longer in the room, and he didn't wait for that person to come after he took a shower.

The indifference at the beginning disappeared, Fu Ji opened the door and was about to look for it, Jing Fan was about to open the door outside, the two of them were a little embarrassed to face each other, they put down their hands together.

"Are you awake?" Jing Fan looked at him, Fuji's eyes were slightly blue, he didn't sleep well last night, and looked a little tired.

"Mm." Fu Ji stepped aside, let Jing Fan in, and watched the man take out a pack of pastries and a bunch of candied haws out of nowhere.

Fuji: "..."

"Don't like it?" Fu Ji kept refusing to pick it up. Jing Fan thought he didn't like these two things, so he wanted to take back his hand, but his wrist felt cold, Fu Ji clasped his wrist, and then explained embarrassingly: "No dislike, just "I didn't expect you to buy it for me."

As a direct disciple of the head of the Xuantian Sect, Fu Ji has never seen anything. No matter what he needs, someone will send it to him, but no one will simply reach out his hand. It is the most common little thing in the world. .

"There are no new things in Jiuquanhe, only these two things can be barely eaten." Jingfan handed the things to Fu Ji, and then said while pouring water: "In addition to buying this thing this morning, I also inquired about a piece of news."

Fu Ji looked at him.

"It is said that an auction will be held in the puppet building on the west side of the Jiuquan River at dusk. It seems that the devil Bai Chu is coming."

"How true is the news?" Fu Ji didn't think that Bai Chu's whereabouts would be exposed so thoroughly.

"Either he deliberately spread the news to lure you there, or someone wanted to use your hands to kill him... In any case, this encounter is too risky, if it is not necessary..."

"I have to go." Jing Fan leaned against the wall, "I will accept all the scheming tricks, but don't go."

If Fu Ji hadn't strongly opposed the previous sentence, then the latter sentence completely changed his expression, "No way."

"This trip is full of dangers, how do you know it's not a trap, I know I can't persuade you, so I can only go with you..." Fu Ji paused, "I know that my cultivation level is not as good as yours, but the matter is important. Must follow."

It was rare for Fu Ji to say such a long sentence, and his expression was firm, as if he was determined to follow, Jing Fan stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed, "Okay, if you want to follow, then follow, but I made an agreement with you three chapters in advance, if you are really in danger, you don't have to pay attention to me, just run away by yourself."

"How?" Jingfan was worried that this person would not follow his instructions, so he emphasized again: "If you don't agree, then I won't agree either."

"En." Fu Ji nodded.

At that time, Jing Fan didn't think much about it, and didn't know that Fu Ji's "um" was perfunctory and even dug a hole for him.

As soon as dusk arrived, the sky in Jiuquan River completely darkened.

Jing Fan asked someone for the way in advance, and after he and Fu Ji had dinner, they walked to the puppet building in the west.

Speaking of the puppet building, it is actually a personal auction building of a nameless casual cultivator in Jiuquanhe. He has never shown his face, and usually does business with people hired by him.

Although the puppet building was owned by him, he would send someone to spread the news one month before the auction.Others begged him to be an intermediary here with their treasures, and he earned some "hard work" from it. Once there was trouble, he would drive both parties away, so as time goes by, those who know his temperament will generally not take the initiative to provoke trouble .

And the one who was not afraid of death also provoked for no reason, but died on the street of Jiuquan River the next day.

Jingfan and Fuji arrived at the puppet building not long after they left. There are four floors in this place. true or false news.

"Do you want to go in now?" Fu Ji stood outside and took a look, and then carefully inspected the surrounding environment, but found nothing abnormal

Seeing his tense expression, Jing Fan slightly curved his lips, reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, "Don't be nervous, relax."

Fuji looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, while Jingfan looked like a dude, with a strand of hair hanging down his forehead, and his clothes were loose. He didn't look like a serious person, but rather came to visit a brothel.

"Although there are many people here, it is safe inside. With the owner of the puppet building in charge, there are very few people making trouble."

After finishing speaking, he moved Fu Ji to his side, "Come closer to me, lest someone always try to trick you." His voice became smaller and smaller, and his sharp eyes swept across the people behind Fu Ji, seeing that the other party was walking away in a hurry Only then did he let go of the murderous intent, half embraced Fu Ji and walked inside.

Jing Fan had booked a box earlier, and they were in the innermost room on the third floor. To get in, they had to go through [-] rooms on two floors.

The floor is made of rare sandalwood, not to mention the sapphire and gold and silver decorations inside. Fu Ji didn't seem interested in it, but Jing Fan couldn't help but be speechless, "This is indeed a gold-selling cave. If you don't spend a lot of money on such a rich place, I'm not at all sorry for the owner of the puppet building."

Just as he was speaking, a door opened, and a young man in an indigo robe came out. He was shaking a fan in his hand, and a unicorn jade pendant hung on his waist.

Jing Fan took a look at him, and the man smiled at Jing Fan and the others, then staggered away and left.

It's just... Jing Fan's eyes flickered. If he read it correctly, the man stared at Fu Ji twice more, and the expression in his eyes was difficult to discern. Feel very unhappy.

Fu Ji didn't know anything about it, he followed Jing Fan to the box and entered, the inside was divided into two rooms by a white jade screen, the inside was an inner room for resting, and the outside was a couch most convenient for peeking at the auction below.

Jing Fan sat on the couch, thinking about the matter just now, Fu Ji waited for a long time before he could speak first, so he asked bluntly: "Do you have something on your mind?"

"No, I just remembered an old event and an old person." He pushed the pastry and tea in front of Fu Ji, "It's not an important thing. You can do whatever you want now, as long as I can..."

"No need." Fu Ji shook his head, "I just thought that person's voice was a bit familiar."

"Familiar?" Jing Fan was a little surprised.

"Yes, I seem to have seen him somewhere, or heard his voice." After Fu Ji finished speaking, he was still a little uncertain, "It seems that it is really him, but his figure is a bit unremarkable."

He was a little hesitant, but Jing Fan didn't care too much, "For the time being, don't care about other things, let's talk about it after the auction."

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