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Chapter 127 Cheng Jie 2

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But emotional things are still unclear after all.

In order to save him, the man was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and even took the blame for killing Gu Ning for himself.

Fang Jibai's heart fluctuated, and he stood silently outside the Huai'an Garden in Huaizhi for a quarter of an hour, but he still chose to leave through the secret path of Qingxing, intending to eradicate all possible threats to him and Luo Wuyuan.

The first is Nayoudu.

If it weren't for Han Youpo, the senior sister would not have had an accident.

I successfully connected with my own dark thread and found a place.Fang Jibai found out that the location of the ghost town had changed.I can't tell if something has been changed because of his rebirth.

But he still couldn't relax.

Stealing his breath and sneaking in, the city is still full of traffic and traffic, as if the lights of the world, Fang measured in vain, and quickly locked on the position of the eye - the ghost cultivator.

From the dark room on the side, there was suddenly an unintelligible faint voice.

Fang Jibai heard a sound of struggling, the desks and chairs seemed to be bumped countless times, the vulgar man said "The man is mine", and then another lewd voice echoed:

"...Could it be that junior brother is joking, how do you understand this bed thing, when the time comes, the beauty..."

"You don't need to worry about these things, brother, as long as you have fun."

An extremely heavy sound of shackles slammed into his ears, Fang Jibai tightened his sword tightly, and blood was already in his eyes.

——Even if it’s just a pinched doll, I can’t bear this kind of thing.

——In my life, I hate Wushan the most in dew and rain.

——Because Luo Wuyuan.Because his senior sister left because of this!

Without much thought, he broke through the roof and rushed in. The room was so dimly lit that Fang Jibai couldn't see what the person whose arms were pulled over his head looked like.

Immediately snatched the man out of the beast's grasp.Fang Jibai was furious and was about to kill the two garbage that polluted the air over there, when he lowered his head inexplicably, but instantly bumped into a pair of clear and familiar eyes.

The young man seemed to have long since discovered that he was the one who saved the life. Fang Jibai, his black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and even his normally well-groomed collar was ripped open by three parts. His cheekbones were stained with shame and anger, and his cheekbones were discolored due to panting. The ups and downs of the neck, and everything in it, is an appearance that Fang Jibai has never seen in 500 years in his two lifetimes.

His heart felt hot, he was so startled that he quickly let go of his hand, and called "Master" from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

——Master.

Two words weigh as much as a thousand weights.

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Maybe Qianjun is too heavy for him to bear.

What Fang Jibai then greeted was rounds of torture from the bottom of his heart.

——Why?how come?

Unable to understand where the trace of dissatisfaction in his heart came from, Fang Jibai stiffly attributed everything to Lu Cangyan's conspiracy, and shook his head, already shaking that inexplicable point out of his sight.His heart was cold, but he felt that it was very dangerous.

It seems that the condition of Lu Cangyan, who was rescued by him, is getting worse and worse. After fighting with that ghost cultivator, the young man's breath has become more and more disordered. He can feel the heat burning on his body even with a punch out.

...Lu Cangyan actually took Chinese medicine.

Immediately, Fang Jibai deliberately punched the young man who was walking with him, Fang Jibai wantonly opened up the acupuncture points all over his body, until the man couldn't bear the overwhelming desire in the end, and fell straight from the air.

He originally wanted to follow the ghost cultivator's method to create a house puppet to make the young man lose face.

Fang Jibai was suddenly embraced by a warm embrace behind him, and Fang Jibai's preparations were completely disrupted by his embrace. He was about to stand up in shock, but he found that he was still a lot shorter than Lu Cangyan. He couldn't run away in the embrace of light fragrance.

The young man gently brushed a long kiss on his lips, Fang Ji's eyes shrank suddenly, and for a moment, he forgot all his resistance.

"...Jibai, I'm sorry."

That was one of the few times he heard this person call him that.

As if it was just such a sentence, the solid barrier in his heart was suddenly opened.

And that point, as the two of them walked through Qi Guanghai and Mount Gantang together, it expanded even more.

I would be incoherent because of his dizzy cheeks when he was broken into while taking a bath, and I would also be obsessed with the water waves stirred up by him wiping the dirty blood off his body.

He didn't really understand, and the dependence mixed with hatred made him feel insecure.

Then the Phoenix told him.

This man is here to make up for him.

Yayoi hates.

Make up for the hatred of the previous life.

——For the first time, Fang Jibai thanked himself for getting a dream of floating life.

He felt that he had found a deeper meaning of living again.

He should be content with this journey.

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But at that time, although I explained a lot, the deepest love was still suppressed deeply and I didn't know the way out.

He thought it was Rumu.

The four years that he spent with Lu Cangyan in Shenghanan was the happiest time in his two lifetimes combined.

Really, only when you are willing to know a person, you will know more about the goodness of that person.

Lu Cangyan was agitated to wake up, obviously a great talent in the Nascent Soul stage, but every day when he came back from the vestibule after practicing the sword, he saw the man with waist-length hair loose and sleepy walking out of the room.

Sometimes he would come out in neat clothes to say hello seriously, but more often, the man just casually put on a long robe over the thin clothes, revealing a trace of the smooth collarbone and chest line, which made Fang Jibai subconsciously Look away.

His heart was beating so fast.

Jumping faster than in the first battle of annihilation.

The World Honored One had mixed feelings in his heart. On the one hand, he just wanted to hug the man's beautiful waist, but on the other hand, he wanted to lock him back into the room and tie his wrists and ankles.

——A master like this should belong to him alone, and a master like this should not step out of the room.

— But why would he think so...

In his previous life, Fang Jibai might have been a celebrity, but it was nothing more than a transaction and compromise between power and sex.

... As for Luo Wuyuan, he has carefully considered the future.

That is not the so-called unrequited love.

It was just guilt, and the shocking tug on the so-called suspension bridge.

It turns out that after 500 years, he has never understood love.

It turns out that in the past 500 years, he has only loved one person.

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If it weren't for someone who bears the name of Shenghan Huaizhi Mountain Master, Fang Jibai sometimes wonders if his master was transformed from a kitten.

In addition to the good morning and afternoon greetings that made him embarrassed and embarrassed again and again, Master also likes to eat all kinds of snacks.

In the beginning, it was because he looked at his low level of cultivation and did not have bigu on the surface, so the restaurants under Zheshu's jurisdiction delivered food every day.But later, it turned out that Fang Jibai ordered someone to deliver the materials secretly, and built a small kitchen in the backyard of Huaizhi himself.

He has always been confident in his cooking skills, but it is the first time that he wants to cook for one person for the rest of his life. It is sweet and dangerous.

And speaking of food and flavors...

Obviously, her appearance and temperament are all so non-smoking, but what Lu Cangyan prefers is still the hot, sour, hot, and sweet.

With the support of his previous life up to Mahayana's cultivation base and understanding, Fang Jibai's practice has never been a problem.

In his spare time, he spent a lot of time researching recipes for Lu Cangyan.

He likes to watch the young man pick up the glutinous pastry from the white porcelain plate with his slender fingertips.

Dim sum should be the best in the world, but Fang Jibai thinks that hand is obviously more attractive.

The young man sat in front and ate carefully, while he stood behind and greedily watched.

That time, only that time, on Mid-Autumn Festival Lu Cangyan insisted on taking Rong Yuejiang out of the atmosphere.

The 50-year-old wine has great strength, and the young man leans against the golden locust tree and falls asleep after drinking a cup.

The lips that have been dyed wine color are very light and light, glowing with the light that is blurred in the water.

Fang Jibai touched it with his hand.

The young man groaned, but he didn't wake up, Fang Ji paused, and put his fingers into the man's lightly closed teeth.

Unlike the temperature on his body, which is always a little lower, the mouth and tongue are warm and soft, Fang Jibai suddenly wants to taste it.

He walked over, but a locust tree leaf happened to fall, blocking the thin lip line.

Fang Jibai stopped and picked up the broken leaves for others, but he himself did not kiss after all.

Yes……

He felt that this admiration seemed to have gone too far....

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Lu Cangyan's change, as if he didn't know that he was the only one who noticed it.

I don't know when, there are more and more others wanting to occupy a place around the young man.

His superficial detachment and gentleness seemed to be perfectly combined with his warm but dull heart in a wonderful way.

Like a rare treasure hidden behind a veil, it is occasionally picked up by the breeze, but it is enough to make people want to explore and go deeper.

The other party should pay attention to it.

At Tian Ye's Dao meeting, after the banquet was over, he secretly gathered with his fans to find out the movements of the Netherworld Palace.

Looking at the east wind that night, I found the wing room by myself, just as I planned to break in, I saw that there was a majestic formation in the wing room, and two figures overlapped on top of each other. On the curved big bed, it is beautiful and thin.

He didn't think much about it at first, Ji Xuanque was supposed to be such a person.

But with one move, the formation was shattered, and the familiar white clothes of Hanya spread out on the bed, the young man tilted his head, and the black hair was messy around his forehead, all he could see was the lips and teeth that were always pursed and monotonously exhaling violently. close.

His body is deep and shallow, from the neck to the chest is full of the traces of the abuse. In the past, tear it away, and you will be less subject to such bone-destroying rebuffs and welcomes.

But Fang Jibai panicked instantly.

A renegade anger suddenly turned in his heart, and all the moves escaped from his mind, telling him to just kill people, kill people, kill people and then tie up the master, hide them, and use himself to replace the charming traces over and over again. Heavy licks and bites cover it.

At that time, the young man would definitely call out his name in a hoarse voice, and his slender fingertips would definitely grab the soft mattress of the Huaizhi couch.

Then he can use the celestial being to gently bind the wrist and pull the person away in distress, and the mouth and tongue will meet and moisten the hoarse throat...

His thoughts paused.

There was blood in the eyes hidden under the cloak.

……how is this possible.

He actually moved desire.

Facing someone who should have relied on and admired but admired others.

——Thoughts that shouldn't have arisen.

But Lu Cangyan didn't seem to notice her hidden but deep thoughts at all.

His tone was ordinary, and his care was the same. It seemed that after learning from Gantang Mountain that he had cultivated both immortals and demons, he always pampered himself.

He would only nervously wipe off the blood all over his body when he dragged his wounds all over, but he never asked, what did you do?

——On that day, there was an east wind blowing flowers and thousands of trees at night, and the stars fell like rain.

Lu Cangyan stood among the bustling crowd, she was wearing white clothes, but she listened to her acting like a baby and went to buy oil cakes and came back.

In the distance, there were fireworks blooming one after another in the starry night, and the girl said "good match" softly on the heart, but the master turned his head away with a little embarrassment.

He went after it, and he felt that he was willing to chase it all the way.

The young man turned around abruptly, Xiu Nie snatched a piece of pastry from his arms, stretched out his hand and stuffed it into his lips.

Taking advantage of the snack, he lightly licked the man's cool fingertips.The sugar water dripped from the crispy yellow shell of the oil cake like mouth teeth.It also flowed into his heart.

...his master.

...his master.

……boom.

A line of fireworks opened and fell behind the young man in white, and the lights of Wanjia flowed like a trickle, pasting his proud pupils.

At that moment, Fang Jibai was a little at a loss for words.

But he thought, maybe this is what the ancients said.

——Suddenly looking back, that person is still there.

lights.

recession.

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Everything came to light that day.

In order to investigate the case, he took his subordinates and masters to a teaching workshop to investigate.

That person Yang Guanjing has always been unreliable, after that day passed, he even forgot to bring his seal.

But you can never leave empty-handed.Fang Jibai managed to blend in with the crowd, and entered the building from the back.

But he never imagined that that group of people were all newcomers to Jiaofang today.

This should have been nothing to recall.

But he.

But he.

But that day, in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion that happened by accident, after he was bought back as an "auction item" by his master, he actually hugged her into his arms.

——The spiritual consciousness is what Liang Weixing and his party came to look for Lu Cangyan, and there is no danger in fact.

But the master didn't recognize it, the young man was nervous and pounced on him directly, the itchy hair swept across his Adam's apple, and the breath twisted his breath against his face, let him play a part with him Dew love for lurking.

Fang Jibai was very happy, really happy, until Su Xing's "love" suddenly made a final decision, and without any precautions, he pierced the window paper that he hadn't even seen clearly.

...So when he came back to his senses, the master was already pressed back on the soft big bed by him.

I personally spread the blue silk tied up for him with my own hands, spreading out a sleeve of surprise.

He had seen a lot of Lu Cang's various expressions, but it was the first time that he caught sight of Lu Cang's expression so undefended, helpless, and struggling softly while absent-minded.

The neat collar was faded to the crook of his arm by his own hands. The master looks good all over, suitable for pulling his wrists over his head, suitable for hanging his legs over his shoulders, suitable for holding his waist against the wall and caressing carefully, suitable for biting his neck and kissing The eyelashes are suitable for worshiping inch by inch, rubbing together, engraving, and putting them in the deepest garden in my heart.

——Fang Jibai never believed in heaven or earth, this time, he felt that he believed in Lu Cangyan's evil.

He wanted to tear away the alienation and tenderness imposed by this person's appearance, and he wanted to see the colorful magnificence and intensity under his wide-sleeved feather coat.

This man is everything to him.

And Fang Jibai.

And World Honored One Huanxiao Fang Jibai.

I always wanted to control everything.

The author has something to say: Quickly tell me that the favorability has returned. At least it’s because of the fact that I have continued to update in order to support the main palace, and the writing is so beautiful and bloody. Let’s take it back, everyone. See bye So cute, so awkward, so full of aura, so complicated and torrential, full of emotional entanglements and confrontations!

... Huh, take a breath, Fanwai can be so fat but not greasy and warm but not hot, I am such a clever little ghost!

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