Pei Qianyue slept for three more days.

In the past few days, taking advantage of the time alone, Feng Ci helped Pei Qianyue to check it carefully.

Pei Qianyue's state is not simply falling into a deep sleep. In fact, his current appearance is not much different from that of a practitioner who meditates in meditation.

The only difference is that the cultivator meditates and enters the meditation, and uses his own cultivation to stabilize the sea of ​​​​consciousness to a dormant state, so as to facilitate some practice, or to leave the body. As for Pei Qianyue, it seems that he has no way to control the sea of ​​​​knowledge in a stable state, so he can only use foreign objects to force sleep.

In short, he was out of control.

As for the reason for this loss of control, Pei Qianyue's current sea of ​​consciousness is too calm, and the wind words can't be seen for the time being.

If you want to know the truth, you can only ask after he wakes up.

...Although Feng Ci doesn't think that this person will tell the truth to him when he is sober.

To a certain extent, Xiao Hei, who is now unconscious, is indeed much cuter than when he was awake. Well-behaved, obedient, frank, and as clingy as he was three thousand years ago.

Of course, these are only to some extent.

After the consciousness was no longer under control, the little black snake returned to the most primitive animal "nature" of snakes, but the snake's original "nature"...

Quite indescribable.

After Feng Ci lived in Linxiantai, he gave full play to his responsibilities as a disciple. In addition to playing with the city lord who now has only one snake in his mind, he also cleaned the inside and outside of the hall that seemed to have been looted by robbers. .

There are hundreds of books and instruments in Pei Qianyue's hall, plus the furniture that he had destroyed when he was unconscious a few days ago.

Feng Ci now feels a little guilty about his little black snake, and just wanted to do something to make up for it, but he didn't use his spiritual power and did it all by himself.

This is of course nothing to him. What is more unbearable is that the initiator of all this has to come to add "chaos" from time to time.

Like now.

Feng Ci is repairing a set of cheats with scattered pages.

A slender and rounded snake head slowly protruded from the bottom of the table, climbed onto the table, and rubbed Feng Ci's wrist.

Feng Ci rubbed it smoothly and said, "Play it yourself first, I'll finish this place."

I don't know if this cheat book is particularly ugly. It was particularly badly affected by the destruction of divine consciousness. Most of the pages of the book were scattered everywhere, and it took Feng Ci an hour and a half to find them all.

After the search is complete, it is necessary to restore and repair. After going back and forth, the snake uncle was left out in the cold.

Hei Snake rubbed Feng Ci's wrist a few times, seeing that the latter ignored him, lowered his head, and slowly shrank back.

Afterwards, he changed his direction and climbed up along Fengci's ankles.

After getting along for the past few days, Feng Ci has long been used to this guy entangled in him from time to time, and he is too lazy to stop him and let it go.

The black snake climbed up little by little along Feng Ci's calf, its body wrapped around the waist and abdomen, and its tail quietly probed into the complicated hem of the clothes.

Feng Ci was stunned by the ice, his hand shook, and his fingertips were cut by a sharp page.

Where is this bastard touching? ? ?

For three thousand years, Feng Ci has never let any living creature come close, let alone that kind of place.

He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, but it was empty.

The little black snake is always in a translucent state of consciousness. In this state similar to a soul, it can freely hide its body. As long as he wanted to, he could not let Feng Ci touch him.

Feng Ci can't touch him, but it can touch Feng Ci.

The snake's tail rolled up even more vigorously.

"hiss"

The unfamiliar and cold touch made Feng Ci's scalp numb, he condensed a little spiritual power in his palm, reached in, and caught the lawless little black snake.

"You're getting more and more arrogant now." Feng Ci took the black snake in front of him, and his ears were a little hot, "Don't think I really reluctant to beat you."

Who the hell taught the snake to like to drill into people's clothes so much.

Really rude.

The black snake just curled up, and the tip of its tail shook.

Fengci pretended to be pitiful again, sneered, and was about to say something, but saw the black snake's body shaking more and more.

Feng Ci's eyebrows lowered.

His cut wound was still bleeding, and a drop of blood dripped down his fingertips and landed on the black snake's body, which was instantly absorbed. The black snake's body trembled more and more, the snake's head was raised, and the empty gray pupils looked at Feng Ci.

A surging spiritual pressure swayed from his palm.

Feng Ci let go of his hand subconsciously, and the black snake's body turned into a cloud of blue smoke before it landed, floating in the air.

Instead of disappearing, it was recalled.

Pei Qianyue's sea of ​​consciousness...was awake.

Feng Ci quickly walked into the secret room.

Xiao said that the calming powder he ordered was only to assist Pei Qianyue to stabilize his sea of ​​consciousness. Whether Pei Qianyue could wake up and when he would wake up depended on the results of his own breath regulation.

But obviously, the awakening at this time is by no means the completion of pranayama.

There was no one in the secret room.

Pei Qianyue, who was lying quietly on the bed, has disappeared. The incense burner at the head of the bed was knocked to the ground.

The whole room was empty and "swaying", showing a dead silence.

The jade used to build this house can completely isolate the sense of spiritual power. Even if Feng Ji is in it, he can't feel where Pei Qianyue is. He calmed his breath and just walked to the bedside when he was suddenly knocked out by a force.

His back touched the stiff jade bed, and what was pressing on him was not the cold and soft snake body, but a pair of hands.

Feng Ci raised his head and met that handsome and unparalleled face.

At last, he finally knew why Pei Qianyue would rather make himself unconscious, lose control of his consciousness, and force the sea of ​​consciousness to fall asleep.

On that handsome face, the black snake scales started from the neck, extended to the side face and forehead, and gradually emerged.

And there was a bloodstain between his eyebrows.

It was a sign of impending enchantment.

Feng Ci's expression changed.

An anger that hadn't appeared in a long time burst out from the depths of his body. It was an instinct that had existed in the depths of his soul for thousands of years and was carved into his bones and blood by the Tao of Heaven.

- hatred of demons.

Feng Ci grabbed Pei Qianyue's wrist suddenly, his eyes cold as never before.

"kill him."

"All demons should be damned."

"You have to do it, and there is no one else but you, you have to do it."

Feng Ci's face was expressionless, his free right hand condensed spiritual power, and in the void, a slender sword with pale gold "color" spiritual power emerged.

The sword body shook violently, sending out a surging sword cry.

It was the sword that Feng Ci had not drawn for three thousand years.

The name of the sword is Qianqiu.

The pressure of spiritual power in the house was suddenly unbearable for ordinary people, and even Pei Qianyue, who was lying on Feng Ci, frowned. He obviously hadn't woken up yet, he just pressed Feng Ci's shoulders with both hands, tilted his head slightly, and looked a little confused.

The clothes and hair on the two of them were all windless under the strong pressure.

The black silk in front of Pei Qianyue also slid down at this moment.

"Lu" revealed those pair of extremely shallow pupils, empty but beautiful eyes.

Feng Ci's hand that was about to hold the hilt of the sword suddenly froze.

This was the first time Feng Ci saw his eyes.

After transforming into a human form, those eyes are no longer as abrupt as the snake's body. The slender and thick eyelashes hang down, the ends of the eyes are slender, but the brows and eyes are as clear as colored glass.

It was like a clear spring, washing away all hatred and rage.

Feng Ci closed his eyes and forcibly calmed down the anger that was surging in the blood.

What is he doing.

Did the little snake brat wait for him for so long, just to wait for his sword?

After a long time, the spiritual pressure in the house finally dissipated, and the slender sword disappeared into the void. Feng Ci took a long sigh of relief, laughed softly, and released Pei Qianyue's wrist.

"When you wake up, you'd better explain it to me."

The tension in the house disappeared with Feng Ci's words, Feng Ci fell back on the jade bed, and the whole person relaxed.

He lowered his head, but Pei Qianyue was still lying on top of him.

Wind Ci: "..."

Feng Ci pushed him: "Get up, let me see what happened to your knowledge of the sea."

After calming down, Feng Ci also saw that Pei Qianyue was not completely enchanted.

There are two kinds of demons, born and nurtured.

Natural demons are born with a demonic heart, they can only practice demonic skills, and they are bloodthirsty and violent, uncontrollable. This type of demon was annihilated by Feng Ci three thousand years ago and completely disappeared from this world.

And acquired demons are not uncommon in this world.

Cultivators start from foundation building, and they will encounter various dangers on the way to practice.

But once you get into the devil, a devil heart is born in the sea of ​​consciousness, gradually erodes the consciousness, and becomes a real devil.

As for Pei Qianyue, perhaps his method of calming the sea of ​​​​consciousness worked, and his demonic heart had not yet swallowed him. But to what extent did he become obsessed, and how to solve it, it also depends on what caused him to become obsessed.

Feng Ci and Mo have been dealing with each other for many years, but in an instant, he thought of a way in his heart.

But the person who was pressing on him didn't understand his good intentions.

As if sensing that the crisis was over, Pei Qianyue's tense body gradually relaxed.

He still behaved like a little snake, holding Feng Ci with both hands, lowered his head, buried it between Feng Ci's neck and sniffed gently.

When it was turned into a prototype, he did this kind of action a lot, but now that he has changed back to a human body, this action seems too intimate. Feng Ci turned his head uncomfortably, and Pei Qianyue didn't move closer, but changed direction.

He moved over little by little and covered Feng Ci's injured finger with his cold lips.

He didn't care that these hands almost cut him with his sword.

Feng Ci knew that his blood had accidentally awakened Pei Qianyue's sleeping sea of ​​consciousness, so he healed the small wound long before entering the secret room.

But Pei Qianyue didn't know.

He just buried his head and licked his fingertips in Fengci.

The half-demonized Pei Qianyue had sharp teeth in his mouth, and the sharp tips of the teeth cut across the wound that had just been healed, and it was a little itchy.

Feng Ci couldn't stand the itch, so she shrank slightly, but was held down by Pei Qianyue even harder.

The demonic heart that was surging in his sea of ​​consciousness was not completely calmed down. He looked at Feng Ci with those empty eyes, and a red light faintly flashed in the clear and shallow eyes.

I don't know the reason for Pei Qianyue's enchantment, Feng Ci didn't dare to stimulate him at this moment, so he could only relax his body obediently.

Pei Qianyue finally gave up the small piece of skin on his fingertips, he clasped Feng Ci's wrist with one hand, and pressed the whole person up again.

Then, he tilted his head and bit Feng Ci's side neck.

Two sharp teeth pierced the skin, and hot blood gushed out, which was licked by Pei Qianyue.