Pei Qianyue's body suddenly tense.

He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but Feng Ci didn't give him the chance.

Feng Ci Pei Qianyue borrowed strength from his body, supported him to stand up, and walked directly outside.

Pei Qianyue caught up: "Master..."

"How?"

Feng Ci sat down at the table and rummaged through the storage ring to find a bag of tea.

This thing was also bought at Wanhai Market. heard that it is a tea produced in a mountain where spiritual energy is very rich. Drinking tea can dispel fatigue and enhance cultivation.

Feng Ci doesn't care about this, but it's just that the feeling of waking up from a hangover is not very good, and want to drink some hot tea to relieve the hangover.

Fengci pulled out the tea leaves and went to get the kettle, but a hand stretched out. The cold fingertips quickly slid across the back of his hand, and he took the pot in his hand: "I."

The action is extremely natural.

Feng Ci glanced at him and said nothing.

Pei Qianyue's skill in making tea is not bad.

He first heated the water with spiritual power, and then skillfully brewed the tea several times. It didn't take long for the tea fragrance to overflow in the house. The steam was steaming, and his delicate facial features were a little blurred, adding a different taste.

Feng Ci propped his chin beside the table, and the other party's tea-making action was somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Sure enough, good people do everything well.

"This is what the master said, don't "touch" or "touch" secretly?" Pei Qianyue pushed the brewed tea in front of Feng Ci and said calmly.

Feng Ci was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was referring to.

He was staring at the man in a trance again.

Really vengeful ah black.

Feng Ci took a sip of tea as if to cover up, and didn't answer his words: "Speaking of business, how can you be so slack now that the enemy is in front of you?"

Pei Qianyue covered the faint smile on his lips: "The master taught me."

The real thing is to talk about.

Yesterday, Feng Ci spent an afternoon, Xiao Chengxuan had a detailed chat, and had a general understanding of the strength of Zhejian Mountain Villa and the current fortifications in the village.

Feng Ci asked Pei Qianyue, "What do you do with Folding Sword Villa?"

Although this snake had been lazy in Feng Ci's sleeve yesterday, Feng Ci didn't believe that he would not worry about it at all. Sure enough, Pei Qianyue replied immediately: "Brother Zhejian Mountain Villa is not bad, and is considered to be in the top class in the cultivation world. In addition, the terrain here is steep and easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you can set up an ambush near the mountain gate, it will not be a problem. Unable to fight back."

"Isn't it powerless to fight back?" Feng Ci laughed, "That's all you ask of them?"

Pei Qianyue didn't answer.

But Feng Ci knew in his heart that he was right.

With the current strength of Folding Sword Villa, it is not easy not to be beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

Feng Ci asked again: "Then what do you think, if you and I are added, what will be the victory rate in this big game?"

"If the master can't keep the Zhejian Villa, no one in this world can stop the real murderer behind the scenes." Pei Qianyue said, "With the master here, the Zhejian Villa can naturally be kept safe and sound."

"Safe and sound?" Feng Ci smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "But I want more than that."

Pei Qianyue: "What does the master want?"

The smile on Feng Ci's face subsided, and he said in a low voice, "Killing for life."

Pei Qianyue helped him pour tea for a while.

Feng Ci did not miss his moment of strangeness.

But the other party hid his emotions very quickly, and when Feng Ci looked up at him again, the latter's expression was normal. He poured a cup of tea for Feng Ci and pushed it in front of Feng Ci calmly without speaking.

Feng Ci's eyes narrowed slightly.

The mind suddenly thought of something else.

Before Feng Ci intervened in this incredible Xianmen massacre, Pei Qianyue was clearly the person who cared the most about this matter in the entire Xianmen League. As the leader of the Immortal Alliance, even Lang Fengcheng's younger brother knew that he often went out to investigate alone, which shows that he attached great importance to this matter.

But now...

Feng Ci always felt that he didn't seem to care about the truth anymore.

Just one Hanshan Temple, clearly there are still many doubts.

For example, why did Fengci know in advance that there might be an accident in Hanshan Temple; for example, why did Master Huikong with a very high cultivation level do not resist before the strong enemy attacked and let him die; for example, why did Master Huikong’s memory before his death have been tampered with , and who tampered with it.

But Pei Qianyue never asked about these doubts.

For many days, what he wanted to do was just Feng Ci, and he would accompany Feng Ci to do what he wanted. As for the rest, he doesn't ask, and doesn't care.

No, maybe it's not that don't care.

Feng Ci's fingers rubbed the rim of the cup, thinking for a moment.

It has always been difficult for Feng Ci to know what Pei Qianyue was thinking, but after a closer look at the reason, it was just that Pei Qianyue was still hiding many things from him.

What happened to him, and what happened to Lingwu Mountain three hundred years ago? With his "sex", when all the six gates were on the sidelines at first, why would he care about the Xianmen massacre?

Of course Feng Ci wanted to ask, but this person was really good, and Feng Ci asked several times without prying his mouth open.

He doesn't want to say it, just pretend he has no choice at all?

Feng Ci thought about it, and drank the tea in the cup.

Pei Qianyue wanted to help him pour tea again, but he just took the teapot, but Feng Ci raised his hand and held it down.

The warm fingers covered the back of Pei Qianyue's cold hand, but it was not like Pei Qianyue just touched it. Feng Ci slowly rubbed down on the back of Pei Qianyue's hand, let him put down the teapot, and then took his hand to him.

Pei Qianyue's expression was a little tense: "Master..."

"Shh." Feng Ci smiled at him, and stood up holding Pei Qianyue's hand.

The others led him and turned around, so that Pei Qianyue turned his back to the edge of the table, and had to lift up slightly to face Feng Ci.

Feng Ci was condescending to him, his hand slid down Pei Qianyue's wrist, and finally pressed it on the other's shoulder.

Pei Qianyue's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The smile in Feng Ci's eyes deepened, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You said before that this face is not worthy of me."

His voice fell, and a faint light suddenly appeared around the person.

In that golden light, Feng Ji's figure was soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body became tall and thin, and his hair, which had not been tied up when he woke up, fell to the ground.

He lifted his eyelids leisurely.

The autumn water is astonishing, cold as frost.

Pei Qianyue froze all over.

A sly smile appeared in Feng Ci's eyes.

"Now..." His voice changed. The original boy's voice became elegant and quiet, and it seemed a little unreal in the increasingly dazzling light.

Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue's hand again, leaned over slightly, and put his cold profile on it: "Is it worthy?"

Pei Qianyue's hand suddenly exerted force, and Feng Ci suddenly pulled into his arms.

He pursed his lips tightly, one hand clamped Feng Ci's waist, the other hand was deeply embedded in Feng Cixiu's hair, and the hand holding the back of the opponent's neck was extremely strong.

"You did it on purpose." Pei Qianyue's voice was startlingly hoarse, his expression was tense, and the words were almost squeezed between his teeth.

"obviously."

The world is so close that Pei Qianyue can touch Feng Ci's lips with just a slight lift.

But he didn't move.

Feng Ci knew that Pei Qianyue didn't dare to just kiss him, he smiled and pulled a little distance away, and said calmly, "I'm seducing you."

Pei Qianyue's arms suddenly tightened.

Feng Ci even urged: "Hurry up, you can't change much time."

The human race is far inferior to the demon race in terms of transformation and transformation, and the finer the change, the more difficult it will be. Like this kind of illusion that is exactly the same as his original body, and the cultivation base of Feng Ci, it may not be able to survive the effort of a cup of tea.

Pei Qianyue took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want to know?"

The smile on Feng Ci's face subsided a little, and he said, "Tell me first, is the body I stored in Lingwu Mountain really stolen?"

Be quiet inside.

In the air, only slightly messy breathing could be heard.

After a long while, Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "Yes."

Feng Ci's look sank.

Pei Qianyue said: "I was practicing in the cave that day, and the barrier outside the cave was suddenly broken. I chased out, but I didn't see anyone. When I came back... the body was gone."

Feng Ci looked at him and asked softly, "Is that so?"

Pei Qianyue: "That's it."

Wind Ci: "Lie."

Pei Qianyue didn't answer.

"Cheat." Feng Ci raised his hand and squeezed his face, "Not obedient."

"I won't give you a kiss."

With a slight push, he pushed away Pei Qianyue's restraint, and the latter reached out to pull him, but couldn't. Feng Ci Pei Qianyue got up in his arms, and the brilliance all over his body faded, returning to his original appearance.

Stupid enough to know that Pei Qianyue was perfunctory to him.

But it's no use out.

Pei Qianyue refused to tell the truth, Feng Ci had nothing to do with him.

You can't even seduce yourself in battle, and other methods are even more difficult.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He didn't bother to deal with this bastard who didn't want to eat. He turned around and walked out of the house.

Pei Qianyue got up: "Where is the master going?"

Feng Ci didn't reply: "Of course, I'm going to the owner of Villa Xiao to discuss the next strategy to defend against the enemy."

"I"

"Don't follow him." Feng Ci interrupted him, "They didn't know you were in the village, so they showed up rashly, which made people suspicious. At the moment of the enemy, I don't want to waste too much time on gaining the trust of the other party."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Pei Qianyue stayed alone in the house.

Feng Ci had a hangover last night, woke up a little late today, and spent a while in the room with Pei Qianyue. When he walked out of the room, it was already three poles in the sun.

Brother Zhuang is busy in the front yard.

Xiao Chengxuan is naturally among them.

They clearly drank the same wine, but the young manor was still full of energy, unlike Feng Ci, who was still dizzy in the morning.

Seeing Fengci passing by, Xiao Chengxuan hurriedly greeted him and saluted him: "I have seen Immortal Venerable."

Feng Ci nodded and asked, "How are you preparing?"

"According to Immortal Venerable's opinion, the magic formation outside the mountain gate has been reinforced, but this mechanism formation..." Xiao Chengxuan paused and said, "Zhejian Villa is not good at this way, and even the current mechanism formation is just a The ancestors passed it down from generation to generation, so..."

He "showed" a look of shame.

There is a specialization in the art industry, but Feng Ci didn't think it was very strange, and said, "You can send me a helper, and I will help you change it."

Xiao Chengxuan was already prepared.

He immediately called a few younger brothers.

This is also one of the contents discussed by Xiao Chengxuan yesterday. There are still huge loopholes in the fortifications of Zhejian Villa, and there are many parts that need to be adjusted and repaired.

Regarding how to change it, Feng Ci went through it yesterday, and already had a mind in heart.

He assigned tasks to several younger brothers, and he was not idle, he personally changed several key pivots.

As the leader of the faction, Xiao Chengxuan still had a lot of business to do, so he couldn't follow him all the way, so he sent his elder brother Jin Yi to serve Feng Ci.

Yesterday, Jin Yi led Fengci into the villa. This young man was always polite. After seeing Xiao Chengxuan's attitude towards Fengci today, Fengci was treated as a guest, rushing to work everywhere, not daring to make him tired.

Feng Ci asked for "sex" to be lazy and asked him to do things for himself.

If you have nothing to do, he will still chat with him: "How is your uncle?"

When he asked the question, Jin Yi was adding a spiritual power hub to an organ puppet. Hearing that, he paused for a while, and his eyes darkened: "The village owner sent him away overnight last night."

Feng Ci was startled.

He knew that Duke Xiao had fainted on his knees last night, so Xiao Chengxuan was obviously sent away when the other party was asleep.

The owner of Xiao Zhuang, although he said that he wanted to clean up the scourge for the cultivation world, but in fact, he had already made plans to die.

That's why insisted on sending only relatives away.

Not just him.

Feng Ci looked up.

Everywhere in Zhejian Mountain Villa today, the younger brothers perform their duties with serious and focused expressions. But everyone who stays here, who is not ready to die?

Feng Ci closed his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry."

Jin Yi turned to him: "What did you say?"

"I said, don't worry." Feng Ci said, "You will meet again."

And not for long.

Feng Ci originally thought that if he locked Pei Qianyue in the house, the other party would probably get angry with him again, or sneak out to stick to him.

But none.

For the next few days, Pei Qianyue stayed in the house obediently every day, so obediently.

These few days Fengci has been busy with the pre-war preparations for Zhejian Mountain Villa. He goes out early and returns late every day, but no matter when he returns, he can always drink the tea brewed by Pei Qianyue himself, and then enjoy himself from the Lord of Langfeng. Serve personally.

Let Feng Ciping feel the joy of hiding a treasure in a golden house.

Of course, if you don't ask for anything, then it's not Pei Qianyue.

"...Well, can't I change it for you?" Feng Ci was so upset by him that he recited the magic formula in his mouth, and his body reappeared with a golden light.

Since knowing that Feng Ci can change back to his original body in a short period of time, pestering Feng Ci to make him change back every day has become Pei Qianyue's greatest pleasure.

"I've become very tired like this." The handsome-looking young man leaned against Pei Qianyue's arms, so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

After a busy day outside, he had to satisfy Pei Qianyue's unique hobby, which was really exhausting.

Pei Qianyue didn't speak.

He put his arms around Feng Ci's waist behind him, and groped for the opponent's wrist with his palm, slowly channeling his spiritual power into him.

I want to keep him for a while longer.

Feng Ci turned over and found a more comfortable position in Pei Qianyue's arms.

"I don't think you are on me at all." Feng Ci closed his eyes and chuckled, "It's obviously my body that you like."

Pei Qianyue's hand holding Feng Ci's arm froze suddenly, but soon returned to normal.

"No." Pei Qianyue said softly, "I can tell."

Feng Ci: "What did you say?"

At this time, it was too late, Feng Ci was sleepy, and he had to devote his energy to satisfy Pei Qianyue, and his brain was not sober.

Pei Qianyue spoke softly, not knowing whether he was talking to him or to himself: "I said, I can tell the difference."

"Okay, you can tell the difference." Feng Ci didn't care, he yawned, "I have to get the broken body back quickly, it's always so troublesome."

After a while, he said again: "I'm going to sleep, you can't touch me while I'm asleep, or I won't give it to you next time."

Pei Qianyue buried it on the side of his neck, took a deep breath, and said with great nostalgia, "Okay."