The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the place of cultivator's knowledge, the deepest part of consciousness, the most sensitive and vulnerable place.

Although the name is called the Sea of ​​Consciousness, not everyone's Sea of ​​Consciousness is an ocean. The Sea of ​​Consciousness makes different changes according to each cultivator's realm, personality, and even subjective consciousness.

At the beginning, in order to help Pei Qianyue calm down his demonic heart, Feng Ci once entered his sea of ​​consciousness, where the waves were turbulent and cloudy.

Feng Ci's sea of ​​knowledge is not like this.

Feng Ci's sea of ​​knowledge is a quiet ginkgo forest.

The golden leaves covered the ground, and the sunlight cut through the treetops into warm and warm rays of light.

Pei Qianyue quietly revealed his true body in the woods.

He stepped on the soft grass and fallen leaves and walked slowly into the depths of the woods.

When the monk was asleep, the sea of ​​consciousness was also calm.

If you leave it as usual, of course Feng Ci will not notice that someone has entered his sea of ​​consciousness. It's a pity that he was very drunk today, and he slept very deeply. In addition, Pei Qianyue was always unprepared, which allowed this person to take advantage of the loophole.

This sea of ​​​​knowledge is extremely forest, but Pei Qianyue didn't go far before he found the person he was looking for.

In the middle of this forest, there is a vast lake. The blue water of the lake is sparkling with sunlight, and in the cool room by the lake, there is a bamboo couch covered with a soft fleece blanket.

A gauze bamboo curtain is hung around the cool room, and half of the bamboo curtain is lowered to block the sunlight without affecting the appreciation of the surrounding scenery.

The breeze came from the lake, the gauze tent floated, and it was cool.

And the person Pei Qianyue was looking for is now lying on the bamboo couch.

He walked to the cool room, and a gust of wind happened to blow open the gauze outside the cool room, revealing a hand hanging by the bamboo couch.

It is also a translucent body of consciousness, and it can still be seen that the hands are extremely beautiful, the fingers are well-proportioned and slender, thin and powerful, not slender and weak like a teenager.

Pei Qianyue paused.

When Feng Ci was in Sendai, she lost consciousness and went to find Pei Qianyue. At that time, in order to avoid being seen through, he deliberately changed his appearance and changed his consciousness to that of Lu Jingming.

But now, in the depths of his sleeping sea of ​​consciousness, consciousness naturally "reveals" his true appearance.

Lying in this cool room is the true body of Feng Ci.

Pei Qianyue's breathing became slightly "chaotic".

The world's patriarch Qianqiu's praises will stay with his achievements, cultivation, and contributions to future generations. But few people remember that, before becoming the Qianqiu saint who was praised by everyone, he also had the reputation of being the best in the world.

It's just that thousands of years have passed, and no matter how beautiful the face is, it can only be turned into a paper statue. It is difficult to reproduce the ordinary portraits.

What's more, Qianqiu Shengzun is the patriarch of the cultivation world, and he is admired by thousands of people. His appearance is considered an offense.

Over time, what Qianqiu Patriarch looks like is actually very vague in everyone's mind.

Only Pei Qianyue still remembered.

Pei Qianyue slowed down and walked gently into the cool room.

The young man leaned over on the bamboo couch, with one hand hanging out of the couch, soundly asleep. His hair is very long, the silky soft long hair has fallen to the ground, and the loose strands of hair on the forehead hang down a few strands, revealing his handsome and cold face half-covered.

Feng Ci always said that Pei Qianyue's face was extremely beautiful, but after all, Pei Qianyue was in the shape of a snake demon, and his beauty was a bit sinister, and his temperament was cold and chilling, which was daunting.

Words are different.

The youth's facial features are as cold as frost, and now he is sleeping on this couch, like an immortal who has fallen from the nine heavens to the mundane world.

Not stained with mundane, not to be desecrated.

Pei Qianyue landed on one knee next to the bamboo couch.

Feng Ci was still sound asleep, wearing only a plain white and soft thin shirt and no shoes. Under the robe, a piece of smooth and slender ankles "exposed", which was placed on the same plain white fleece blanket.

Pei Qianyue reached out and covered it.

Under the body of consciousness, even with the simplest touch, the senses are infinitely released. Pei Qianyue rubbed the smooth ankle with the pulp of his finger, Feng Ci frowned, and groaned unconsciously in his sleep.

The cool ankle under the palm shrank slightly, and Pei Qianyue's breathing couldn't help a little heavier.

Such a cold-hearted person, the more he is like this, the more offensive he will be.

Pull him down from the mortal world, see his face stained with worldly desires, see him sinking and tossing, unable to control himself.

Pei Qianyue's breathing became heavier and heavier. He leaned down toward the young man on the couch, playing with the small piece of smooth ankle with his palm to make it slightly red, and he slowly climbed up inch by inch.

The thin shirt on the young man's body was as soft as silk, and the touch from his palm was delicate.

Pei Qianyue's movements were extremely patient, Feng Cishoumeng's brows were furrowed, and he seemed to have lost his strength to struggle, so he could only let out a very slight whimper.

Just as Pei Qianyue could use the method of putting his body into a deep sleep, he could control the demon heart that even he himself could not restrain. Feng Ci's body is so drunk now that the body can't wake up, so consciousness can only continue to sleep.

It didn't take long for the young man's originally fair face to be stained with a little red.

He shrank back and hid, and someone grabbed him with one hand, completely pressing him down on the couch.

Pei Qianyue was condescending, his slender hair hung down, and Luo Feng resigned from his side.

He finally withdrew those hands that were "chaotic". But his movements stopped, and the sleeping young man was a little reluctant to give up, and he bounced unconsciously, as if chasing up. Pei Qianyue was unreasonable, his fingertips slowly swiped across the face of Qing Jun's dusty face, then picked up a strand of Fang's hair, and let out a light sniff.

A little trembling.

As if trying to restrain something.

"Still awake?" Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, his voice was startlingly hoarse, "If I really want you here..."

Pei Qianyue brushed Feng Ci's messy hair behind his head, his handsome face was tense, and he could hardly restrain some kind of amazing desire.

"... Pei Qianyue."

Pei Qianyue's movements were abrupt.

The young man still hadn't woken up, he was just in a deep sleep, muttering, and calling out that name in a low and gentle way.

"Call again." Pei Qianyue's voice was hoarse.

Feng Ci did not respond.

He turned his head to one side and seemed to have fallen asleep again. Pei Qianyue held up his profile, his chest heaving violently: "Fengci... master... call again."

Feng Ci seemed to be annoyed by him.

The young man frowned and said in a low voice, "I'm really disobedient..."

"Annoying..."

"Just relying on me to spoil you..."

Pei Qianyue's tense feelings finally loosened.

He smiled lightly: "Yeah, it's because of you to spoil me. You know..."

He clearly knew what Pei Qianyue was thinking, and whenever he was allowed to come around, he was not at all prepared. He said that he was going to teach him a lesson, but he was always reluctant to play hard, and he was soft-hearted again and again.

With a smile on Pei Qianyue's lips, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on the young man's forehead.

The movement is very light, as if waiting for something extremely cherished.

When Feng Ci woke up, he felt bad.

But the hangover's brain was still very chaotic. He didn't understand what was wrong for a while, and sat up while pressing his sore brows.

The house arranged by Zhejian Villa is very elegant. Although it is not comparable to the wealthy folks like Xue Mansion, it is also much better than that of the disciples in Langfeng City.

Feng Ci raised his eyes and glanced over, and took the lead to look at the spherical confinement formation in the corner.

At the bottom of the slender snake body, the little black snake raised its head high, and when he noticed Feng Ci looked over, he gently wagged his tail.

A pitiful look.

Wind Ci: "..."

Did he just lock people up for a night last night? ? ?

Wine is a terrible thing.

Feng Ci didn't know what happened last night, and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He was lifting the quilt and got out of bed, and the action was a meal.

It was only then that he realized where the discomfort he felt faintly came from.

Under the thin quilt, it has become wet and greasy.

Feng Ci's whole person froze in place.

He has never been greedy.

Needless to say, he has been living in other people's bodies all these years. Even three thousand years ago, he had never been exposed to this kind of thing.

Even when he was in his teens, when he was the youngest and most energetic, he only focused on practicing swordsmanship all day long, and he had never had such a history.

Today is... the first time in history.

There was a rare trace of shame on Feng Ci's face. He glanced in the direction of the little black snake, and while he was not paying attention, he quietly used a cleaning technique in the quilt, and then got up as if nothing had happened.

But who knew that when his feet touched the ground, he felt sore for a while, and he almost couldn't stand still.

Feng Ci fell back and sat back, only to feel numb from the calf to the bottom of the leg.

The one in front, it can be said that this young man is young and vigorous, unable to control himself.

This is a little too awkward now.

Feng Ciqing changed several times, and finally looked up at the little black snake in the corner.

The little black snake looked at him innocently with gray eyes.

Feng Ci was silent for a moment, raised his hand and waved gently, and the imprisoning formation in the corner broke down. The little black snake's body was enveloped in a layer of faint light, and it continued to elongate and change, and finally turned back into a human shape.

Pei Qianyue stood in the corner without moving.

Feng Ci: "Why didn't you come?"

Pei Qianyue's fingertips seemed to move, and he endured: "Master is not angry anymore?"

"It depends on which thing you are referring to." Feng Ci said faintly.

Pei Qianyue stopped answering.

Feng Ci laughed when he had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't know if it was sincere or if it was deliberately pretended. But he didn't care, just cleared his throat: "I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."

Only then did Pei Qianyue leave the corner.

He went to the table and poured a glass of water, and used his spiritual power to warm it up a little before handing it to Feng Ci: "Master, please use it."

Obedient, obedient, and innocent.

Feng Ci raised his eyelids and glanced at him, leaning forward slightly.

He drank a glass of water with Pei Qianyue's hand.

After drinking the water, Feng Ci ordered Pei Qianyue to bring him clean clothes.

A cultivator like them just needs to recite a spell to automatically change or wash their clothes. But Feng Ci is tossing Pei Qianyue today.

"Help me put it on." Feng Ci raised her arms and said calmly, "My legs are sore, I can't stand up."

Pei Qianyue paused slightly while holding the clothes.

But he didn't say anything, and obediently helped Fengci take off the clothes he wore the night before and put on new ones. After changing his clothes, Feng Ci sat on the bedside and asked Pei Qianyue to help him put on his shoes.

The dignified leader of the Immortal Alliance, without any pretense, just knelt in front of the bed and served people meticulously.

He moved very slowly, and those cold fingers touched his ankles, causing Feng Ci to shudder slightly.

The body's memory is far more honest than the brain's.

Fengci pursed her lips, and guessed what this bastard did in the middle of the night.

It was impossible for Pei Qianyue not to notice Feng Ci's reaction, but he still didn't mention it. Those hands slowly brushed Fengci's instep, ankle, and calf, and put on white socks lightly. The movements were so gentle and meticulous that they seemed to be afraid of hurting him.

But Feng Ci knew that he was afraid of hurting him.

This is deliberately tossing him.

By the time the shoes and socks were put on, Feng Ci's entire leg became sore.

Only then did Pei Qianyue get up and asked in a low voice, "Master, what else can you tell me?"

His tone was still innocent.

Tossing people is not successful, but they are tossed into embarrassment. Feng Ci gritted his teeth and sneered: "There is one."

He waved to Pei Qianyue: "Come here."

Pei Qianyue stepped forward, bent down slightly, and was grabbed by Feng Ci's collar and pulled in front of him.The distance between the two was extremely close in an instant, Feng Ci tilted his head slightly, and his lips were almost pressed against the corner of the square lips.

He maintained this very close distance and said slowly, word by word, "What do you do next time, don't be so sneaky."

Pei Qianyue's breathing became "chaotic".

Feng Ci stared at Pei Qianyue's handsome face that was finally a little flustered for his words, and finally revealed a smile in his eyes: "City Master, are you counseled?"