A sharp tingling sensation came from the wound, and two sharp snake teeth pierced the thin and fragile skin on the side of Fengci's neck.

The tossing and tossing just now made the house that had been tidy and tidy by Feng Ci into a mess again.

The incense burner fell to pieces on the ground, and the incense ashes blew everywhere. Even the gauze curtain hanging around the jade bed fell down in half, trying to cover up the two people who were embracing on the jade bed.

It was messy and quiet, only the faint smell of blood spread in the air.

The feeling of blood gushing out was extremely clear, Feng Ci was clasped by Pei Qianyue's hand, and hugged into his arms by the difference in body shape. He stretched out his free hand and landed on the other's shoulder, but did not exert any force to push him away.

Of course he can push it away.

Not to mention that Pei Qianyue's consciousness is chaotic at this time, even if he is sober, he is not necessarily an opponent of Feng Ci.

But Feng Ci didn't do that.

Perhaps because of the dizziness caused by the blood loss, the tingling pain on the side of the neck gradually became numb, and was replaced by another subtle experience that had not been seen for a long time.

Blood, hatred, pain...

These once made Feng Ci extremely hated and disgusted, disgusted to the point that he did not want to think of it, and disgusted to escape from this world.

But I have to admit that only these can make him feel that he is truly alive.

Just like this moment.

Real pain, real...exist.

The sound of messy footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, pulling Feng Ci violently out of this almost "fascinated" emotion. He woke up and immediately realized who was coming.

It was Xiao Que.

"Lu... Junior Brother Lu, you—"

Feng Ci was hugged tightly by Pei Qianyue, so he couldn't see what was going on outside. But judging from Xiao Que's voice, the always gentle and elegant young man could no longer maintain his apparent calmness, and even his tone became "chaotic".

He hurriedly took a few steps in the direction of the jade bed, and Pei Qianyue's body suddenly tensed, and his fangs were more firmly embedded in the side of Fengci's neck.

"hiss……"

The pain that was almost numb suddenly became particularly clear, Feng Ci took a deep breath, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Xiao, don't come here!"

The young man was still wearing the sachet around his waist, and Pei Qianyue was naturally uncomfortable after getting close.

As soon as he felt uncomfortable, it was still wind words tossing him.

Xiao stopped.

Feng Ci closed his eyes, the free hand was raised again, and gently landed on the back of Pei Qianyue's head. He maintained this posture as if they were embracing each other, and the light of spiritual power shone in his palms, which fell into Pei Qianyue's body.

The inside of the sea of ​​consciousness is like the turbulent surface of the sea, and the dark fog hides the sky and the sun. However, a ray of sunlight suddenly penetrated the black fog and illuminated the world.

Wherever the light went, the fog dissipated and the waves calmed down.

In the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, the originally restless Black Snake also quieted down. It raised its head high, and a pair of gray-white eyes met the light, as if it had recovered the long-lost bright "color".

That light seemed to turn into a pair of warm hands, gently 'touching' it.

The black snake curled up in the light and fell asleep quickly.

Feng Ci opened his eyes.

The force restrained on him loosened, and with a slight push from Feng Ci, Pei Qianyue leaned to his side and fell on the bed.

Has fallen asleep again.

The snake scales on his face had completely faded away, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes were slightly closed. Feng Ci helped him lie down on the jade bed, took the black silk that was lying on the side, and helped him tie it again.

After doing this, Feng Ci stood up straight, but Xiao stepped forward.

He did not know where to find a handkerchief and handed it to Feng Ci. Feng Ci was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react for a while, but Xiao pointed to his neck again: "Your injury..."

Feng Ci raised his hand and "touched" it, and it was really wet.

As soon as Pei Qianyue let go, blood poured out from Fengci's side neck, and a small piece of the collar was dyed red in just this moment.

It looked really scary.

"It's alright, a small injury." Feng Ci smiled nonchalantly, did not pick up the veil, and only touched the wound with the palm of his hand, and the wound that was still bleeding healed instantly.

Xiao Que: "..."

The blood is almost dry, and there is still a small injury.

He shoved the handkerchief into Fengci's hand, turned and walked to the bedside to diagnose Pei Qianyue's pulse.

Feng Ci had just lost too much blood and consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and only now did he feel a little tired.

He didn't bother to care about the mess on the ground, so he sat on the ground and leaned against the jade bed: "Don't worry, his sea of ​​consciousness has calmed down, and his consciousness has also fallen asleep, and he can wake up when he completely suppresses the devil's heart."

Xiao glanced at him and said hesitantly, "You...you already know it."

Feng Ci laughed.

He was almost drained of blood by Pei Qianyue as a ration, so how could he not know anything?

But Feng Ci didn't say anything, picked up the handkerchief Xiao gave and wiped the blood on his neck. Xiao did not speak after giving Pei Qianyue a pulse diagnosis, but just stood quietly beside the bed.

Feng Ci said: "Ask if you have any questions."

Xiao was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. After a while, he slowly asked, "Why did the city lord suddenly wake up before the soothing incense was used up?"

The first question makes Fengci difficult to answer.

Why did he wake up, Feng Ci himself wanted to know.

According to common sense, since you have already fallen asleep, you will not be easily awakened by foreign objects. Feng Ci also didn't think that the blood "blood" would have such a powerful effect on this ordinary disciple of self-cultivation.

But Pei Qianyue showed great interest in his blood.

There is only one possibility.

Pei Qianyue felt his breath that melted in the depths of this young man's blood.

But this interpretation is also strange.

After all, this is not Feng Ci's own body, even if he has a bit of Feng Ci's spiritual energy in his body because of the sojourn of his soul, it is not so easy to perceive it.

What's more, Feng Ci has been deliberately covering up his breath.

How much breath can there be in a drop of blood, as for turning the sea of ​​​​knowledge upside down?

Feng Ci didn't know for a while whether this little black snake liked him or whether he really hated him.

... should probably still hate it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't follow his instinct and almost drain his blood.

Feng Ci turned his head to look at Pei Qianyue, who was still asleep, and suddenly felt melancholy in his heart.

He was lost for a while, only to notice that Xiao was still waiting for his answer. Feng Ci cleared his throat and said, "I don't know either. Just now I was out with him. I accidentally cut my hand, and his consciousness suddenly woke up. I chased in, and then... you all I see."

He concealed his guesses, and the others did not.

Feng Ci does not like to lie and deceive people, not to mention that there is no need to deceive people.

Xiao frowned: "But the city owner has never been bloodthirsty before."

Feng Ci: "Really? That's weird."

"It's really weird. When you fall asleep, you usually don't wake up from foreign objects, unless your consciousness senses something that makes you feel emotional..." Xiao Que paused and came to a conclusion, "He probably likes you very much."

"Cough cough..."

Feng Ci was still listening carefully to his analysis, but he was choked at the end. He pointed at Pei Qianyue and couldn't believe it: "Is it a love that almost killed me?"

Xiao did not answer.

Feng Ci retracted his gaze and continued to wipe the blood on his body.

There was a long silence in the secret room. After a while, Xiao asked a second question: "Who are you?"

The wind speaks for a moment.

After getting along these days, Xiao's attitude towards Feng Ci has always been the same as what he said on the first day, not to say what should not be said, not to ask what should not be asked, this is the first time he has crossed this bottom line.

He even directly questioned Feng Ci's identity.

In one sentence, as expected of the person Pei Qianyue stayed by his side.

"If you want to restore the sea of ​​consciousness of the cultivator, you need to cultivate a realm much higher than it. Besides, the sea of ​​consciousness of the city owner is on the verge of losing control. Even if the first of the six gates comes in person, it may not be able to do it in such a short period of time." Xiao But looking at Feng Ci, his voice was gentle but firm, "Who are you?"

Feng Ci asked back, "Who do you think I am?"

Xiao did not answer.

His gaze was on Feng Ci for a moment, and it was so long that Feng Ci even thought that he should already have the answer in his heart.

But Xiao just shook his head: "I don't know."

Xiao Que: "...But with a cultivation like yours, you should never be an ordinary Immortal Sect disciple."

Feng Ci did not rush to answer.

At his feet was the scattered incense burner ashes, and he twitched the wind and played with his fingertips: "The spice you prepared uses several kinds of herbal 'medicines' unique to southern Xinjiang, you should not be just an ordinary langur Wind City disciple, right?"

Xiao did not hide it: "I was originally from the Valley of Witch Doctors."

The Valley of Witch Doctors is located in Lingnan. They have been studying the art of medicine for generations, and their disciples are not only masters of medicine, but also experts in using drugs. However, due to its remote location, the Witch Doctor Valley faded out of sight of the major immortals very early, and the descendants of the Witch Doctor Valley rarely set foot in the Central Plains.

If it were not for the establishment of the Six Gates, many new disciples would not even know the name.

"When I left the valley for some reason, the city lord had the grace of saving my life, and I voluntarily stayed by his side to serve." Xiao Que said calmly, "Now I am just a disciple of Langfeng City."

Feng Ci did not doubt his words.

There is a Pei Qianyue's "temperament" that is unstable, the first one who should get sick from time to time, but Xiao can always stay by his side for so long, this loyalty is self-evident.

Feng Ci said again: "Then you should see that I have no hostility to your city lord."

Xiao nodded, "I know."

From the fact that the city lord's consciousness is willing to approach this person, it shows that this person has no malice towards the city lord. As long as this person has a little bit of bad intentions, there are countless opportunities to start these days. Why is it that to this day, he almost died here, and he spent his spiritual power to save him.

"Isn't that alright?" Feng Ci said, "You only need to know that I have no plans to approach him. As for the rest, it doesn't matter at all."

Feng Ci paused and smiled at him: "...I am just an ordinary Langfeng City disciple now."

Xiao fell silent.

After a while, he replied, "I understand."

Feng Ci felt that he had regained some strength, stood up against the edge of the jade bed, and remembered something: "When he wakes up, will he still remember these things?"

"Not sure." Xiao Que said, "The city lord's sea of ​​consciousness is still very unstable. After waking up, it is very likely that memory confusion will occur, and it is even more likely that all of these will be forgotten."

As soon as Feng Ci was relieved, he heard Xiao but said again: "If he forgets, I will tell him."

Wind Ci: "..."

Do you really want Pei Qianyue to know that he kissed, rubbed and took advantage of an outer disciple while he was in a coma, and he almost drained his blood?

Moreover, if Pei Qianyue really knew this, wouldn't his identity be exposed?

Feng Ci didn't believe that Pei Qianyue's mind would not be able to figure out the causal relationship.

"That..." Feng Ci said carefully, "I think this matter, if the city owner knows..."

Xiao interrupted him: "The city owner should know."

It was rare for the young man to be extremely stubborn in this matter.

"Then don't worry about saying it's okay." Feng Ci negotiated conditions with him, "Give me at least ten days."

Ten days was enough for him to try out Pei Qianyue's attitude towards him.

Xiao Que: "Five days."

Feng Ci: "...Eight days."

Xiao Que: "Three days."

Feng Ci: "...five days."

Xiao groaned for a moment, but before he could say the "one" in his mouth, Feng Ci hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, three days, just three days!"

Xiao retracted his gaze, and Feng Ci saw a flash of smile in his eyes.

... as expected of a person raised by Pei Qianyue.

Feng Ci was too lazy to care about him anymore, smiled lightly, and turned away.

He couldn't stand the bloody smell all over his body, and planned to find a place to change clothes.

Lu Jingming's physical body and spiritual power are low, and after this mess today, even Feng Ci is rarely a little tired.

Therefore, he believed that all this was because of Pei Qianyue, and he took up the bath of the city lord. After bathing, he changed his clothes, returned to the main hall, and lay directly on the bed of Lord City Lord.

The bed the city lord sleeps on is much more comfortable than those at the outer door.

With the "moisture" of his body after bathing, he completely trapped himself in the soft mattress, so comfortable that he didn't even want to move a finger.

He fell asleep shortly after.

...

The night sky was shrouded in black mist, and the moon and stars were not visible. In the dark woods, a tall figure came slowly.

Feng Ci wore a plain white robe, and there was a streamer floating on the hem, making him seem to be walking from the light. He didn't wear shoes and stepped barefoot on the soft snow, leaving a trail of footprints.

An ancient and distant voice echoed in his ears.

"Destiny, this is your mission and the price you have to pay."

"You have to get it done, no matter what."

"...Only you can."

He seemed to have walked for a long time, or maybe it was only in a matter of seconds, Feng Ci stopped in front of a lake. Suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing from the lake, and his clothes were blown up and down.

The "color" of the moon burst out of the clouds, illuminating the forest and the reflection of the youth on the lake.

Qing Jun, cold, not stained with fine dust.

- That's what Feng Ci really looks like.

The handsome young man looked at his own reflection, the corners of his lips seemed to lift, but there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Then he heard his own voice speak.

He said, "Got it, father."

...

Feng Ci opened his eyes.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time.

In fact, when the cultivation base has reached his realm, it is rare to take the initiative to dream, unless someone asks for a dream.

Therefore, every time Feng Ci dreams, there is basically nothing good.

For example, the last time Tiandao asked for a dream, he saw the world that was about to be destroyed soon, and had to come back to clean up the mess.

As for this time...

Feng Ci held the quilt and recalled the content of the dream just now, and frowned slightly.

God chattering, do not speak human words.

……forget it.

Anyway, if it was really an important foreshadowing that Tiandao wanted to give him, but he didn't realize it in time, Father Tiandao would give him a second reminder.

Very humanized.

Feng Ci yawned, decided to ignore it, turned over and sat up.

...and then met a cold and handsome face.

The light in the hall was very dim. Pei Qianyue was wearing a black robe that almost melted into the darkness. He lowered his head slightly and covered his eyes with black silk, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He just sat quietly on the head of Fengci's bed, for don't know how long.

I have to say, it was kind of scary.