This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    Pei Qianyue's actions are frivolous, and the hints in his words are also obvious.

    He doesn't like this vulgar fan, and there is only one person he likes.

    The smile on Feng Ci's face was slightly restrained.

    Comparing him with a brothel prostitute, who gave this **** the courage?

    But in the face of Pei Qianyue's almost offensive behavior, Feng Ci did not dodge or speak. Seemingly aware that he did not resist, Pei Qianyue lowered his head and stepped closer.

    The environment here is special, and there are not many people who are intimate on the street. Even if he is so close, he does not attract the attention of others.

      Came from upstairs.

    Fireworks alley willow, drunk and dreaming of death.

    Pei Qianyue has always been a shameless person. If he is too shameless in front of him, he will lose.

    So Feng Ci seemed to be competing with him, but she really didn't dodge, and calmly watched the other party get closer and closer.

    It's so close, so close to the breath.

    Pei Qianyue's breathing was slightly chaotic.

    A smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes again.

    —he wanted to kiss him.

    The demons are different from people. Humans are reserved and polite. The more they face the people they want to get close to, the more restrained and polite. But the demon will not, the demon is heavy on desire, and desire has always been straightforward.

    From the initial approach, to the intensified intimacy, and finally to sexual desire.

    This snake brat has been pretending for so long, and now he can't pretend anymore.

     But Pei Qianyue did not continue to approach.

    He stopped only half an inch away from Fengci, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't hide?"

    "It's not about daring or daring..." Pei Qianyue stepped back a little, raised Feng Ci's ba with one hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips on his side face, "This face Not worthy of the master."

    Feng Ci heard what he meant.

    —not even worthy of his kiss.

    I still dislike it.

    Feng Ci suddenly remembered that after Pei Qianyue's demon poison, when he was by the pond, he finally restrained his instincts.

    At the time, he also thought that this person had not completely lost his mind and knew his identity, and he was cowardly at the end.

    The feeling is that this body is not his.

    "Just get out." Feng Ci picked the flower branch between her hair and threw it on Pei Qianyue, scolding with laughter, "Stay away, let people see what it looks like."

    After speaking, she turned and left.

    Pei Qianyue didn't go to pick the flowers, the flower branch hit him on the chest and rolled to the ground, he chuckled, crushed the flower branch with his feet, and chased after him.

    ***

    Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue decided to go to Zhejian Villa, but after all, he was disturbed by Xue Mansion for many days, so he planned to say goodbye to Master Xue the next day before leaving.

    But early in the morning, news from the cultivation world came.

     Feng Ci hadn't even gotten up when the news came.

    But it was such a rainy morning, but noises could be heard from outside the window from time to time, as if something was lightly knocking on the window lattice.

    It was this voice that woke Feng Ci.

    He was so sleepy he couldn't keep his eyes open, he tried to turn over but found himself being hugged from behind.

      This man seemed to be afraid that he would run away, relying on his tall stature, one arm wrapped around Feng Ci's slender waist, and the palm of his hand was clasped between his wrists.

     Carefully embed his entire body into his arms.

    Pei Qianyue is really outrageous.

    He lives under the same roof these days, so naturally he can't share the same bed.

    But no matter how far apart you are before going to bed, when you wake up the next day, Feng Ci is bound to be in Pei Qianyue's arms, and the hug is tighter every day. Once during a nap, Feng Ci even ran to the small couch outside, but when he woke up, he was still carried back to the bed.

    He was too lazy to toss, so he just let him go.

    The little black snake didn't climb his bed before.

    The noise outside the window still didn't stop, Feng Ci didn't open his eyes, and whispered: "Pei Qianyue."

    "Huh?"

    …This person is still awake.

    "Open the window." Feng Ci's voice was full of tiredness, "You broke the window of a man with a broken bird."

    Pei Qianyue seemed a little unhappy, but still answered "Okay".

    He only raised his hand slightly, a gust of wind blew open the window, and a flying kite flew in from the window and landed directly on the head of the bed.

    The wooden bird raised its head and spit out the voice of Wen Huaiyu.

    In the past few days, Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue have been hiding in the folk for leisure, but the big and small things in the cultivation world have never stopped. The rebellion of the Xianmeng had just come to an end, and then Pei Qianyue had instructed to spread the truth about the Xianmen slaughter.

    In this case, Wen Huaiyu naturally has something to report.

    However, the parties did not seem to think that there was any problem with their behavior. When the young gentle and calm voice came from Feiyuan, Pei Qianyue put Fengci back in his arms, and his head was still affectionately He rubbed the back of his neck.

    There is quite a bit of warm and fragrant nephrite in her arms, which means that the king will not go to court early.

    "Don't make trouble..." Before Feng Ci woke up from the sleepiness he just woke up, Pei Qianyue rubbed a little itchy, "Be yourself."

    As a sage who is admired by thousands of people, I wake up in the morning without saying anything. of snakes.

    I have never seen anyone worse than him.

    "But it's not human." Pei Qianyue's voice sounded close to Fengci's ears, low and gentle.

    The agitation made his scalp numb, and he was completely awake.

    He gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "Oh, it looks like you don't need to be a human anymore. Would you like to help you and be a snake?"

     Leaning on the back of his neck, he paused and shrank back.

    The wind said: "Let it repeat."

    The two began to listen carefully to the news brought by Wen Huaiyu.

    The only thing that Pei Qianyue has done recently is to hand over this matter to Wen Huaiyu.

    In the past few days, Feng Ci has found that this person is indeed capable, he does things carefully, and is very efficient. It was said that Pei Qianyue gave him half a month to deal with the chaos of the Xianmeng rebellion, but after a few days, he almost dealt with it properly.

    It can be seen.

    Similarly this time, Wen Huaiyu not only spread the news, but also sent someone to contact all the immortals on the directory to jointly discuss countermeasures.

    "...Now there are Eleven Immortals who are interested in joining the Immortal Alliance, and Eight Immortals who have decided to dismiss their disciples to avoid the limelight for the time being.

    This situation is not expected.

    Although the entire cultivation world knows that someone is fighting against Xianmen, it is really incredible to list the list of Xianmen and slaughter Xianmen in the order of the list. What's more, it's only a day before the news is spread, and many immortals are still waiting and watching, which is a common thing.

    "But..." Wen Huaiyu suddenly said again, "There is an immortal sect proclaimed this morning, and will never succumb to its fierce power. All immortal sects who are willing to resist must be gathered together to jointly negotiate and investigate behind the scenes. The real murderer."

     Feng Ci was startled, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind.

    "—It is the Folding Sword Villa in Guangling."

    Sure enough.

    Fashion.

    This is really something a young farmer can do.

    The statement of Zhejian Villa is undoubtedly a provocation to the murderer, but Zhejian Villa has confirmed that it will never join the Xianmeng. Wen Huaiyu sent a letter to ask Pei Qianyue, whether the Xianmeng is not to intervene.

    This is the end of Wen Huaiyu's report. The wooden bird squatted on the bedside, waiting for Pei Qianyue's reply.

    Pei Qianyue didn't speak in a hurry, but said leisurely: "As expected of the descendant of the owner of Xiao Jue, this child has learned ten percent of it impulsive and bloody."

    Zhejian Mountain Villa’s reputation is indeed good, but most of the immortal sects targeted are weak and small. Even if they are all united, it is difficult to compete with the immortal alliance.

    What's more, in the sect, it is unknown how much they will choose to protect themselves or not.

    Before everything is unknown, it is very unwise for him to use a piece of paper to elevate himself.

    Pei Qianyue said, "But I don't think it's a bad thing."

    When he negotiated to publish the list, there was a drawback.

    If all immortals choose to protect themselves, not only will the murderer lose his target, but he will also lose the bait and the opportunity to seize the murderer.

    This is also the reason for Pei Qianyue's previous objection.

    Although he pretends to be obedient in front of Feng Ci, he is still a cold-blooded character. With his character, as long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't really care that many people will be sacrificed, nor how many immortals will be killed.

    If it were him, I'm afraid he would choose to hide the news and use innocent immortals as bait.

    But now, when Folding Sword Villa stands out like this, he has undoubtedly turned himself back into a bait.

    And he did it of his own accord.

    Pei Qianyue asked: "Master doesn't seem to be surprised?"

    "Huh?" Feng Ci was stunned, heard what he meant, and smiled, "What are you thinking, you can't predict things like God, how can you guess that there will be Folding Sword Villa This time out. But... it's not surprising that someone in the Immortal Sect will stand up."

    Faced with an invincible and powerful enemy, some people are afraid, some run away, and some resign. This is human nature.

    But there will also be people who stand upright, swear to death, and fight against destiny with flesh and blood.

    This is the reason why the human race can inherit thousands of years.

    "Anyway, you have to get to the Zhejian Villa as soon as possible." Feng Ci's eyes narrowed and he whispered, "The incident at Hanshan Temple is enough for one to happen."

    Murdering creatures under his eyes three times, is he a fake?

    "Yes." Pei Qianyue replied softly, "Let's go today."

    While he said that, his body didn't move, but he stuck to Feng Ci even more vigorously. It was cold in the autumn and winter socializing nights, the two of them were still covered, and every slight movement was hidden in the thin, but the temperature around them seemed to be constantly rising.

    Feng Ci felt difficulty breathing for some reason, he tilted his head and felt that the heat almost burned his face.

    Words: "…"

    He really knows how to grind people.

    Feng Ci's head was resting on the pillow, her voice was a little dull: "Wen Huaiyu is still waiting for your answer."

    The wood bird, which was only vividly carved, was still squatting on the head of the bed, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, Pei Qianyue could actually make a small movement as if nothing had happened.

    Feng Ci sighed that he was still far inferior to Pei Qianyue shameless.

    Pei Qianyue said "oh", raised his hand to let Feiyuan fly to his hand, and said, "I will personally go to the Folding Sword Villa, and the Xianmeng doesn't need to intervene. All other immortal sects will be handled by Sect Master Wen."

    Fengci has always liked his voice, and it sounded a little distracted, but immediately heard Pei Qianyue's words change: "In the future, the report should not be earlier than the time, and the night should not be later than the time of Xu. You can't, or you will be at your own risk."

    Words: "…"

    He can't get out of bed before the hour, it's the afternoon, and it's the time for him to take a nap, he can understand that.

    What's going on at the time of Xu, Lord City Lord doesn't want to deal with affairs after dusk? ? ?

    But Pei Qianyue didn't give Feng Ci a chance to question, he squeezed a trick and sent Fei Yuan away directly.

    Then turned around and wanted to hug him again.

    How could Feng Ci continue to let him take advantage, curled up and shrank back, and said, "You don't get up soon, it's time to say goodbye to Master Xue."

    Pei Qianyue only smiled lightly and asked, "Why can't the master afford it?"

    Oh.

    Be informed.

    No matter how difficult his body is, he is still full of vigor and vitality. Early in the morning, Pei Qianyue touched and touched, and even kept talking to his ears for so long, how could he have no reaction at all?

    If it were his own flesh, he might be able to control one or two.

    Feng Ci took a deep breath, not wanting to care about him: "You start first, then—"

     Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

    Zodi, something seems to have run into him.

    Cold and soft, it was directly attached to the hot flesh, and the ice was so dangerous that it bit the tongue.

    "Pei, Qian, Yue!"

    After looking at it again, she was still obediently lying in the same place, having a good time.

    Feng Ci reached out and found nothing.

    The cold touch is like an invisible snake, ignoring the clothes and directly walking on the texture, causing tremors every time it passes.

    This is the trick that Pei Qianyue used against him in Linxiantai at first.

    "Are you uncomfortable?" Pei Qianyue's tone was still innocent, "Master...it's hot, I want to help master."

    Feng Ci gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "Oh, is it?"

    In a second, there was a loud noise in the house.

    The wooden screen not far away knocked over, the smoke dissipated, and there was only a black snake several meters long.

    The black snake's head shook and slowly lifted up, as if it was a little bit foggy.