If it was before, Feng Ci would probably have kicked Pei Qianyue with one kick.

But now, he was a little hesitant.

The kiss from the day before was still terribly clear. It was clearly such an offensive move, but Feng Ci was not at all disgusted.

Not only is not disgusted, but... like it a little bit.

Mortals indulge in lust, lust, love, and desire. There really is a reason.

Thinking of this, an unbearable heat suddenly rose up in his body, and even Pei Qianyue's finger on his lips seemed to turn into a small hook, which made people itch.

Pei Qianyue has always followed "sex" on weekdays, and always likes to stick to wind words. But at this time, he became a second gentleman, holding Feng Ci's face and taking no further action, as if he was really waiting for Feng Ci's answer.

Makes the wind speech a little irritable.

This bastard wants to hear what he has to say? Said he wanted to try?

Can't speak.

He wants face.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Ci slapped Pei Qianyue away and said with a stern face, "I'll cut you down again."

After Feng Ci said this, he turned and walked quickly, leaving Pei Qianyue still standing there.

He lifted it up, put the pulp of his finger on his lips and sipped it lightly, tasting a little sweetness of the berry juice.

Pei Qianyue laughed again, and said in a low voice, "Obviously I really want to."

Although Feng Ci said that it was nothing to stay in this illusion, but after a while, neither of them gave up finding a way out.

But they searched the entire Lingwu Mountain illusion area several times, but still found nothing.

After breaking the mirror again to no avail, Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue returned to the cave.

Before returning, the two went to the forest to pick up some branches and dry wood.

Both of them have spiritual power to protect their bodies, and they don't need food to feed their stomachs, nor do they need to make a fire to keep warm. But there is no time passing in this illusion, and it is easy to lose the concept of time after staying for a long time. Light a bonfire, and by observing the degree of burning of the flame, you can easily judge how much time has passed.

Pei Qianyue set up a firewood in the open space, cast a spell to light it, and heard a strange hoarse sound in the distance.

Feng Ci sat on the treetop in front of the cave, grabbed a leaf, and tried to blow it.

The young man leaned back against the tree trunk, with one leg hanging naturally, the breeze lifted his hair, and the plain white clothes shone brightly in the moonlight.

This was supposed to be a very beautiful picture, but unfortunately Feng Ci only focused on competing with the leaves in him.

The days in the illusion are really as boring and boring as Pei Qianyue said, so when he is not looking for ways to break the mirror, Pei Qianyue finds some fun from time to time to play with Feng Ci.

For example, teach him to play a tune with leaves.

It's strange to say that this is a clearly simple action that Pei Qianyue did, but it can't be done well when it falls into the wind. He tried for a while, but the leaves made only a dull, overwhelmed sound.

It even sounds a little funny.

The treetops sank, and Pei Qianyue sat next to him.

Pei Qianyue stretched out and took the leaves in Feng Ci, flattened them carefully, and put his lips on the place where he blew.

The melody poured out.

Pei Qianyue's expression was very focused when he was playing the tune. He sat sideways on the top of the tree, and the silhouette of the silhouette became deeper in the moonlight.

Feng Ci looked at it, suddenly a little confused.

Perhaps the days in this fantasy world were too boring, and in this stagnant space, the only living creature beside him naturally affected all emotions.

In short, since Pei Qianyue said those words in front of him that day, Feng Ci always thought of things that shouldn't be thought of, especially when the two were alone like this, it was even more out of control.

And as the time when the two were trapped increased, this emotion became more and more difficult to control.

Even if this person doesn't do anything, just sitting quietly beside him can make him feel unbearable.

Qianqiu Shengzun has lived for such a long time, and it is the first time that he finds that his concentration is so poor.

After a while, the music suddenly stopped.

"People." Pei Qianyue called to him in a low voice.

Feng Ci suddenly recovered, "What's wrong?"

Pei Qianyue put the leaves away and sighed lowly: "If you don't want to, just do it again."

Feng Ci instantly understood what he was referring to.

—Look at him like this again.

Even Fengci noticed that the atmosphere of the two was wrong, and it was even more impossible for Pei Qianyue to remain indifferent.

He will only be more impatient than wind words.

After knowing that the other party was actually not feeling well, Feng Ci was relieved.

He laughed, instead of avoiding, he leaned forward slightly: "What do you mean by that, what do you want from me?"

Pei Qianyue's breathing suddenly became "chaotic".

Feng Ci's smile became more and more arrogant.

He leaned towards Pei Qianyue little by little, got close to the other person's ear, and wanted to say something, but he heard a creaking sound.

Feng Ci's face changed.

The fragile treetop finally couldn't bear the weight of the two and broke. With a flash of lightning, Pei Qianyue pulled Feng Ci into his arms, and the two fell to the ground.

Pei Qianyue padded on his face and groaned under the pressure of Feng Ci.

This tree is actually not tall. They are an immortal ancestor of the cultivation world, a great demon who has been practicing for thousands of years. Even if they fall from this height, they will not even frown.

But Feng Ci leaned on Pei Qianyue and raised his head, but the person's brows were furrowed, and even his face turned pale.

Does it hurt so much?

Feng Ci remembered and listened to Pei Qianyue's low voice: "...You are 'chaotic'."

The voice even sounded with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Feng Ci blinked in confusion, and then realized that he felt his thighs were touching somewhere. He tried to move his legs a little, and then listened to Pei Qianyue inhaling lightly.

The wind is clear.

If hit there just now... it would hurt.

However, he didn't quite understand it. They just played a tune just now, so why can they play that thing so energetically.

"...Can't afford it?" Pei Qianyue spoke again.

Feng Ci looked at him innocently: "You made me mess around."

Pei Qianyue's expression suddenly became more indescribable.

Wind Ci: "Pfft hahaha..."

Reason told him not to gloat, but Pei Qianyue's expression at the moment was really interesting. The more Feng Ci looked at it, the more amusing he felt, and he was lying on Pei Qianyue laughing non-stop until his entire shoulders were shaking.

Pei Qianyue was finally "forced" by him intolerable, and pulled his arm around Feng Ci's waist forcefully.

The position of the two changed instantly, and the laughter of Feng Ci was blocked by Pei Qianyue arrogantly.

Pei Qianyue's kiss was still strong, with a bit of ruthlessness to tear him apart, but what was different was that it didn't take long before Feng Ci suddenly smelled a rich and sweet aroma.

He had smelled it before.

It is the aphrodisiac secreted by the snake tribe before the mating tail.

When Pei Qianyue was poisoned by the demon in Wuya Valley and almost offended the wind, he used this thing.

Feng Ci suddenly turned his head and avoided Pei Qianyue's kiss.

He was a little short of breath, took two breaths, and said with a smile, "Your little tricks are useless to me."

The young flesh in this world is still young, and when he was full of energy, he couldn't stand the urge of the Snake Clan. But he has lived for thousands of years now, and these things are useless to him.

"Really?" Pei Qianyue kissed Fengci's side neck, and the aroma suddenly became more intense.

The two of them are now lying not far from the fire, and the roaring flames reflect the embraced bodies of the two, making the surrounding temperature even hotter.

Pei Qianyue was very patient at the moment.

He slowed down his movements, and even kissed with a touch of tenderness.

Feng Ci's words were not "chaotic".

He has been cultivating for many years, and he has been detached from the world long ago. Things have no effect on him, and he is not so easy to move. Being treated so tenderly by Pei Qianyue, but it's harder than ever, and it's even more uncomfortable than before.

"It's done." Feng Ci pushed his shoulders and frowned, "I'm not coming."

The one who refused was held by Pei Qianyue and kissed in the palm of his hand: "It seems that no one lied to me."

"Who lied to you." Feng Cijing was completely lost interest in this feeling of incompetence, and just wanted to soak in cold spring water to sober up, "Hurry up and let go—"

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Qianyue held him down again.

"I was thinking..." Pei Qianyue sighed and whispered, "It seems that I can only take it slowly."

Feng Ci didn't understand how slow he was, but he wanted to do it again, but was completely blocked by Pei Qianyue's movement.

He bowed his head, and replaced the servant on the table with his tongue.

Feng Ci's breathing stagnated for a while, and he couldn't help letting out a low panting.

"Pei... Pei Qianyue!"

Feng Ci had never had such an experience in his life. He wanted to push people away, but the latter grabbed his wrist and pressed him tightly into the grass.

The bonfire next to it was still beating, and the firewood crackled non-stop, covering up all the ambiguous sounds.

...

...

Like a gentle stream of water constantly washing the nerves, don't know how long it took for Feng Cihun to relax. He fell on the grass, his chest rising and falling, his front blurred.

After a while, a cool body came over and hugged him: "...It's sour."

His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot.

But have to say, it's really comfortable.

Being served on this matter is extremely stimulating both physically and psychologically. Feng Ci enjoyed the feeling of being pleased, and lifted it to the opponent's throat and rubbed it: "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Pei Qianyue's voice softened immediately.

No one can compare to Pei Qianyue when it comes to selling miserable things to arouse sympathy.

The dignified Langfeng City was almost changed back to its original shape when the Xianmeng rebelled.

Sure enough, just after screaming pain, he came over and wanted to kiss him.

"Go away..." Feng Ci turned his head to dodge, his voice was hoarse, "I told you not to swallow... I won't give you a kiss."

This is to dislike even his own things.

Pei Qianyue laughed lowly, Yiyan didn't kiss him anymore, just rubbed his neck: "Keren obviously likes it very much."

Feng Ci was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Pei Qianyue was obviously not completely happy, and after hugging him for a while, he began to be dishonest again.

Feng Ci quickly grabbed his wrist and begged for mercy: "Come again, let me get used to it, I really can't..."

He has lived for thousands of years and has never done such a thing. One time is terrible, and if he comes twice, he may not know what it will be like.

Pei Qianyue paused and whispered, "That time?"

Feng Ci: "Well, time, time."

Pei Qianyue continued to talk to him about conditions: "People have to listen to me."

After the body heat subsided, sleepiness also swept up. Feng Ci was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't hear what Pei Qianyue was saying at all, and only vaguely perfunctory: "Listen to you, listen to you."

Pei Qianyue was satisfied, and hugged Fengci no longer "chaotic".