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    After saying this, Feng Ci didn't wait for Pei Qianyue to respond, and put both hands on Pei Qianyue's belt eagerly. But don't know why, couldn't pull it off after several times.

    A cool hand came over and held the back of his hand.

    It was only then that Feng Ci realized that his sword-wielding hands were trembling as if they were out of strength.

    "Don't be afraid..." Pei Qianyue held his hand with one hand, opened his arms, took Feng Ci into his arms, and gently stroked his palm over his vest, "It doesn't matter what you dreamed about, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, you Do not be afraid."


    Feng Ci finds it funny.

    Over the years, how many times has he encountered difficulties, how many times has he fallen into difficulties, and when has he ever been afraid?

    But when Pei Qianyue hugged him like this, the tense and trembling body, as well as the restless heartbeat in his chest, gradually calmed down.

    It turns out that someone can rely on, this is the feeling.


    If only earlier...

    Feng Ci didn't think about it any further, he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.

    Pei Qianyue said that his "sex" is becoming more and more peaceful now, which is true. It took him a long time to learn how to stabilize his emotions, otherwise, he might have been "driven" crazy.

    Feng Ci buried his head on the side of Pei Qianyue's neck, and his voice became steady as usual: "Let's stop looking for ways to break the mirror."

    Pei Qianyue stroked his back lightly.

    Feng Ci didn't care, Gu said, "We've been searching for so many days and haven't been able to find it, maybe there's no way to crack this Phantom Spirit Cauldron at all. Moreover, even if we really look for an exit, in case we accidentally release the body puppet, Wouldn't it be even more troublesome?"

    Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.

    Feng Ci frowned slightly and raised his head: "Speak, why are you ignoring me?"

    Pei Qianyue just sighed softly: "Is this really what you want?"

    Feng Ci's expression was stagnant.

    He lay on Pei Qianyue's chest, feeling the vibration of Fang's chest, and a low voice sounded in his ear: "We have searched almost every place in this illusion in the past few days, and now it seems that even if there is a solution to this illusion, Hope is slim."

    "But if you give up because of this, will the master really be willing?"

    Feng Ci's eyes dropped.

    How could he be willing.

    Trapped here, never see the dawn, lost forever, how could he be reconciled.

    But once he leaves the Magic Spirit Cauldron, what a ridiculous choice he will face.


    Why should he make such a choice, three thousand years have passed, why should the sins of the human race still be borne by him alone?

    There seemed to be countless voices tearing at him in Feng Ci's mind, making his mind humming and almost having a splitting headache.

    "...Master." Pei Qianyue whispered to him in his ear.

    Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes, only to notice that he was holding Pei Qianyue's wrist tightly.

    The white and smooth texture was deeply immersed in the five fingers, and blood seeped out from the wound.

    Feng Ci quickly got up and let go: "I'm sorry, I..."

    There were a few blood holes left on the slender wrist, but Pei Qianyue didn't care, but held Fengci's hand again.

    "What's the matter?" Pei Qianyue, "Did Tiandao tell you something, he gave you a new task? He "forced" you, didn't he?"

    Feng Ci did not answer.

    He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, palms covering Fang's wrists.

    A faint light of spiritual energy shone in the palm of his hand, healing the wound little by little.

    "You always said before that you couldn't see what I was thinking, so I'm not." Pei Qianyue let Fengci help him with treatment, his voice was low, "What do you want and why do you do these things, I have never been able to see through. "

    "What do I want..." Feng Ci repeated in a low voice.

    Of course he knew what he wanted.

    For the past three thousand years, he has been thinking about it all the time, and has not been tortured by this request but not all the time.

    Feng Ci smiled lightly.

    The injury was healed by him in an instant, he let go of Pei Qianyue's hand and stood up.

    They messed around with that last night, and the two of them were a little loose in their clothes. Feng Ci turned his back to Pei Qianyue, and his voice was so soft that it almost drifted into the air: "What I'm asking for... is just a relief."

    Get rid of the control of the Dao of Heaven, get rid of the identity of the Dao of Heaven, ... liberation.

    Everyone longs for longevity, but no one knows the pain that longevity brings.

    For the past three thousand years, he has lived here like a corpse, looking for the meaning of not living, not wanting to live, not being able to die.

    ……too tired.

    Feng Ci slowly closed his eyes.

    Originally, after completing this last task, his duty of the Heavenly Dao was considered the first. He originally thought that he was going to get what he wanted, why did it happen... but...

    "Master." Pei Qianyue's voice suddenly changed.

    Feng Ci opened his eyes and also noticed the difference.

    After Pei Qianyue woke up in the illusion, there was no change in the illusion. The galaxy no longer runs, the breeze no longer stops, and everything seems to be forbidden.

    But now...

    Feng Ci raised his head, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the wind swept through the woods, raising the hem of his clothes and hair.

    There was a cool body behind him, and it was Pei Qian who came to his side.

    Feng Ci raised his eyes and stared at the horizon, the sky was still clear just now, the stars were all over the sky, and now there are heavy black clouds. In the dark cloud, there were even faint sounds of lightning and thunder.

    "It's the way of heaven." Feng Ci said coldly.

    As soon as he finished speaking, a shocking thunder slashed down into the sky. Feng Ci pulled Pei Qianyue over, and the two tumbled on the grass twice.

    The smoke and dust dissipated, and the air where it was hit twisted rapidly, as if a gap had been torn out.

    A faint white light came out from inside.

    The white light reflected in Feng Ci's eyes, and suddenly felt a little funny.

    Fortunately, he still thought that as long as he stayed here and didn't go out, he could escape the orders of Heaven. How could it be possible to give him this opportunity with the way of heaven.

    "Well." Feng Ci said in a low voice, "Tiandao opened the door for us, and he must have also released the body, we can't stay here any longer."

    But Pei Qianyue didn't move.

    Feng Ci turned to look at him: "What?"

    Pei Qianyue: "What is... liberation?"

    This is why Feng Ci did not dare to mention more to Pei Qianyue.

    This person is so clingy to him, so sensitive, and there is always a demon in his body at that time...

    "What are you thinking about?" Feng Ci smiled, and her tone became more relaxed, "I said, of course, I was freed from the hands of Heaven. I am controlled by him every day, and I can do whatever I want. Who can live a day like this?"

    Pei Qianyue's expression softened.

    "If the master doesn't want to be controlled by Tiandao anymore, why don't we go out." Pei Qianyue said, "Stay here, Tiandao will never have a relative to arrest you."

    Heavenly Dao cannot directly interfere with personnel affairs, so he will continue to look for messengers in people to complete tasks for him.

    If Feng Ci really insisted on hiding in this Illusory Spirit Cauldron, Heavenly Dao would have no way to take him.

    Feng Ci smiled at him: "Then you don't care about the safety of the cultivation world?"

    Pei Qianyue: "What do those things have to do with me?"

    Pei Qianyue is not a human race, and he does not have the same compassion as Feng Ci when it comes to the life and death of human beings.

    He initially cared about Xianmen's annihilation case, but it was because he suspected that those things were related to Fengci's body.

    Feng Ci lowered his eyes thoughtfully: "You are right."

    Human beings eat evil fruits, what does it have to do with him?

    But Feng Ci didn't say much, he took Pei Qianyue's hand and smiled at him: "But Yiyi is hiding here, it's not your sex."

    "...Well, these broken things have to come to an end sooner or later."

    Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue and stepped into the gap together.

    Immediately afterwards, the sky was spinning.

    When Feng Ci opened his eyes, the first feeling was piercing pain.

    His whole body seemed to have been crushed once, and then spliced ​​together again, the pain was so painful that it was difficult for him to move. He seemed to be lying on a bed, and there were people coming and going in front of him, Feng Ci was dizzy, and he couldn't see who was around him at all.

    After a while, someone was beside the bed, and Feng Ci recognized Fang's black robe.

    "Master." Pei Qianyue sat beside Feng Ci and held his hand, "How do you feel?"

    Feng Ci opened his mouth, and after a while he made a hoarse voice: "...It hurts to death."

    Feng Ci entered the Magical Ding in the form of a spirit and soul, but now that he leaves the Dingding, his spirit will return to the body.

    But his physical body, this young man's body, has been riddled with holes by him in that fight.

    Feng Ci didn't know how long he and Pei Qianyue had been in the Illusory Spirit Cauldron, but at this point, it was obviously not enough for the people of Folding Sword Villa to heal his body. Therefore, after Feng Ci's spirit returned, all the pain points on this body were imposed on him at once.

    If it weren't for Feng Ci's pain tolerance, I'm afraid I would have fainted from the pain by now.

    He slowed down for a moment, feeling better, and wanted to get up. But it was only at this moment that Feng Ci realized that his limbs could hardly use any strength, and only his fingers could barely move, but it was also very difficult.

    What did Feng Ci realize: "This body... won't it be useless?"

    Pei Qianyue was silent for a moment and said, "I will find a suitable body for the master as soon as possible."

    That's it.

    Lu Jingming is just an ordinary teenager in his teens, and his body's ability to withstand spiritual power is very limited. With Feng Ci's style of play at Folding Sword Villa that day, let alone the body of this young man, even if he were a senior who had been cultivating for a hundred years, his body might not be able to withstand it.

    Feng Ci lay on his back on the bed, and after a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "I also promised Meng Changqing that I would return his junior brother to him. This is really..."

    He sighed and did not continue.

    For a moment, Feng Ci: "Illusory Spirit Cauldron..."

    "It's broken." Pei Qianyue knew what he was thinking, and replied, "It's only been a day and a night since we entered the Illusory Spirit Cauldron. According to Xiao Chengxuan, half an hour ago, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, The phantom cauldron was split in half, and then we came out of the cauldron."

    The spirit can't leave the body for too long. The first thing Pei Qianyue did after leaving the tripod was to extradite the spirit of Fengci back to this young body.

    However, because the time was too short, Zhejian Villa only managed to save the "life" of this physical body, and could not cure the injury.

    It's not surprising that the flow rate is different when inside and outside the illusion, Feng Ci nodded lightly, "Then my body..."

    Pei Qianyue: "Gone."

    Wind Ci: "What?"

    "Heavenly Dao released us, there is no reason not to rescue the body. I guess 'he' should have left, but Brother Zhuangjian Mountain Villa was not prepared, and his spiritual power was low, so he couldn't stop it."

    It's quite possible.

    "It seems that Tiandao is letting Fold Sword Villa be a way of life." Feng Ci said leisurely.

    Otherwise, when the physical body escapes from the Illusory Spirit Cauldron, it will take the lives of everyone in the Folding Sword Villa.

    Tiandao exterminates Xianmen by random selection. Although this move is absurd, it is still fair. As for Zhejian Mountain Villa, these younger brothers are unyielding and willing to fight against the sky with their own strength.

    In this battle, Tiandao saw the value of their existence, and also fought for a way of life for himself.

    As long as there is value, even if that value is insignificant, Heavenly Dao will give him a chance to live.

    Heaven is so ruthless and affectionate.

    Feng Ci didn't say anything, he turned his head and saw something on the bedside.

    Beside his bed, there was a glazed lamp that flickered and dimmed.

    "This thing is called the life-keeping lamp." Pei Qianyue said, "Zhejian Villa is this thing to protect the master's heart and keep the body from dying."

    After all, Zhejian Villa is not good at medicine. In such an emergency, it is not easy to use a magic weapon to hang this body with the last breath.

    But hanging his life with a weapon all the time is not the way to go.

    Feng Ci was a little worried, and before he could speak again, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

    "Xianzun, are you feeling better?"

    It was Xiao Chengxuan's voice.

    Feng Ci happened to have something to say to this villa owner Xiao, so he said, "Let him come in."

    Then Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "Come in."

    Xiao Chengxuan pushed open the door and entered.

    At the same time as the door was pushed open, a cold wind blew in, and Feng Ci was caught off guard by the wind, and he didn't catch his breath, and even started coughing violently.

    Xiao Chengxuan hurriedly went to close the door.

    Feng Ci is so weak now that he doesn't even have the strength to cough, and he can't stop. He subconsciously grabbed Pei Qianyue's hand, and after a while he tasted blood in his mouth.

    This fleshly body meridian has been broken, and he can't even enter the spiritual power to help him clear it.

    Therefore, Pei Qianyue could only bend over and hug him into his arms, gently 'touching' his vest to help him calm down.

    Xiao Chengxuan stood awkwardly in front of the hall, looked inward across the wooden screen blocking the interior, and quickly retracted it.

    It's not in a moment, and it's not.

    After a long time, the coughing finally stopped.

    Feng Ci coughed and became dizzy. He heard a very light laugh in his ears, and said angrily: "You laughing fart..."

    "Master, forgive me." Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, the smile on his lips didn't disappear, "It's just that I have never seen Master look so weak, it's kind of novel."

    Is this human talking?

    If it wasn't that Feng Ci couldn't move now, he would have to kick this man out of bed.

    Feng Ci was resolutely too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned his head to talk to Xiao Chengxuan.

    But now he is being held in Pei Qianyue's arms, the young man is thin and thin, and he can't see anything when he covers it like this.

    But he still can't move.

    Feng Ci was silent for a moment, then resigned: "Excuse me, help me get up."

    Pei Qianyue replied, "Okay."

    He seemed to enjoy the rhetoric. Pei Qianyue sat down on the side of the bed, and gently lifted Feng Ci with his arms, making him lean against his arms.

    Putting on a pose that is very indecent to anyone.

    Feng Ci couldn't bear it any longer: "Is there no pillow in this room?"

    Pei Qianyue gave full play to the "advantage" of his blindness at the right time, and said seriously, "I didn't find it."

    Wind Ci: "..."

    The only thing fortunate is that Xiao Chengxuan is very sensible.

    The young man in red stood obediently outside the screen, neither looking into the room nor daring to go in.

    Feng Ci tried his best to keep himself from thinking about what posture he and Pei Qianyue were in now, and said with a straight face, "Master Xiao."

    Outside the screen, the young man immediately responded: "Xianzun."

    "The murderer, cough..." Feng Ci's voice was still low and hoarse and weak, and he had to cough twice when he said a word, "The murderer has now left the Folding Sword Villa, and the owner of the villa doesn't have to worry anymore."

    Xiao Chengxuan was obviously aware of this, and was not surprised when he heard this.

    He bowed to the wind across the screen and said solemnly: "Thank you for this time, Xianzunhe... and City Lord Pei for your kindness, Xiao Mou will keep it in his heart, if there is any use in the future for Xiao and Zhejian Villa, Xiao A certain death!"

    "That's not necessary." Feng Ci chuckled in a low voice, "But I do have something that I need a little help from Master Xiao."

    Xiao Chengxuan replied: "Although Xianzun ordered."

    Feng Ci said: "I want you to take all the younger brothers of the Folding Sword Villa, incognito, hide them, and let the Folding Sword Villa completely disappear from the cultivation world."

    "This..." Xiao Chengxuan was stunned, "Why is this?"

    Feng Ci: "The whole world knows that your Zhejian Villa challenged the real murderer of the slaughter of Xianmen. If they found that Zhejian Villa was unscathed and the murderer disappeared, what would the world think?"

    Xiao Chengxuan thought for a moment: "They would think... that the murderer has lost?"


    Once this happens, Xianmen will no longer be afraid of the real murderer behind the scenes. When this lasts for half a year, with more than a dozen Xianmen as the price, the established deterrence will disappear in an instant.

    Even if the immortal gate was disbanded under pressure, it would be rebuilt again. At that time, it was a massacre.

    Xiao Chengxuan thought about this in a flash, and said, "Xianzun thinks a lot, so Xiao will arrange it."

    Feng Ci said: "Don't worry, it won't take too long."

    He leaned against Pei Qianyue's chest and said softly, "These things will soon come to an end."

    Feng Ci was still seriously injured, so he didn't talk to Xiao Chengxuan too much, and he let him leave after ordering these.

    Pei Qianyue raised his sleeves at the right time and carefully blocked the door from opening and closing for Fengci, and was involved in the breeze inside the house.

    But did not let him lie down.

    Pei Qianyue still maintained his original posture, held Feng Ci in his arms, and stroked his chest with his palms to help him get better.

    Feng Ci couldn't use any strength, and could only let him play with it.

    After a while, Feng Ci finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Just let me go."

    Pei Qianyue didn't move, but: "Is it uncomfortable for the master to lie down like this?"

    Not uncomfortable.

    Feng Ci didn't actually suffer any trauma, and even if he did, he was cured by Zhejian Villa, and most of the injuries he left behind were internal injuries. In addition, he didn't have the slightest problem, so it was uncomfortable to lie on the bed stiffly.

    Pei Qianyue hugged him like this, which actually felt a lot better.

    But just...

    "You're too hard..." Feng Ci glanced at him, weak, "I'm so miserable, can you be a little more personal?"

    Especially the thing behind you, it made him feel really uncomfortable.


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