The dawn is dimly light, and the fog-soaked screen windows are still faint. The clouds and rain all night are silent, only the hole in the roof where the morning light leaked proves that the absurdity of last night was not a dream.

When You Jiang straightened up from the wooden bed of the inn with his head supported, the ground was still littered with clothing for the two of them. His cloak made of the feathers of the dark eagle was divided into two by Fu Hongye, and the dark feathers were blown by the cool breeze. Swirling, seeing if it's so bleak.

His words and deeds are all models of righteousness. Even in sleep, he put his hands on his abdomen and his whole body is straight and dignified. You Jiang looked at Fu Hongye, who still couldn't find the wrong place while he was asleep. He really couldn't treat him and the man who behaved according to himself last night as one person.

Thinking of what happened last night, You Jiang's expression immediately became very ugly.

Last night, I don't know if I drank too much, but Fu Hongye, who looked confused, also became more beautiful in his eyes. At that time, the young man was not completely crazy. In this case, it was either Chinese medicine or a curse. You Jiang knew that this person could not be cured, and he might escape in time. It was just that as soon as he left, Fu Hongye would have to go crazy to others.

Fu Hongye's life is pure and honest, and such love affairs are enough to tie him for a lifetime. If he encounters a bastard, this young man will definitely apologize for himself.

The leader of the demon cult, talking about love is the worst object, but if it's just an overnight romance, it can't be more appropriate. Everyone in the world knows that magic cultivators are casual and debauched, don't love anyone, and don't need any promises. The same is true when he puts on his pants and refuses to admit his account, telling the good girl to give up in chaos. Putting on Mo Xiu is the prodigal son turning his head. The difference between righteousness and evil is so obvious.

You Jiang told himself that this righteous leader had never made a mistake since his debut. He just wanted to see how regretful this person would look if he had a romantic relationship with Moxiu overnight.

Fu Hongye has reached the realm of dispersing immortals, this may be his only opportunity to suppress this person. Why didn't the rival who delivered it to the door?

Maybe it was a ghost that was obsessed with his heart, or the wine was really on his head, he really didn't leave, but took the initiative to greet him, covering the young man's lips, and also concealing his only little good intentions.

Moxiu had no moral values ​​at first. You Jiang made up his mind and took the young man to bed. He took a closer look, and found that this nasty stinky boy was born well, much more appetizing to him than the Moxiu who gave him a hug in the past. , He has been repairing for so many years, and it is time to open the meat.

Thinking about it this way, his hostility disappeared a bit, and he even told himself secretly that he would leave after the absurdity, just as it hadn't happened before, so he wouldn't mention it in this life.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Fu Hongye, who seemed to be warm, suddenly became fierce after being kissed.

In You Jiang’s memory, he just touched Hongye’s lips, and this person used the palm of the fallen leaves as an offensive to seize the upper position. He is also a veteran of the rivers and lakes. Attacking the young man, Fu Hongye was mad and alert, but turned his head and slapped him...

The two played against each other for sixty rounds. In the end, Fu Hongye was even better and suppressed the unruly Demon Cult leader. In the end, the result of everyone's disheveled clothing was the result of the current scene.

For Demon Xiu, being fucked by a man is not a big deal. The problem is that he, You Jiang, the figure carrying the Demon Dao, actually lost to a righteous monk in a fight on the bed! Moreover, he was a monk who only slept with a sword in a hundred years, and even hadn't read a copy of Erotica! What a shame of magic repair!

Haha, this stinky boy's kung fu in bed was probably taught by a dog, and he is not even as good as the gatekeeper of the demon sect. He has never seen any broken sleeve who wakes up the next day as if he has been tortured!

At this moment, You Jiang supported his aching old waist, and dealt with Hong Ye's bed work with absolute contempt. Apart from throwing away the mischievous pear white altar, he just took a long time to wait for Fu Hongye to wake up.

Although the position is not the same as he planned, the leader of the righteous path can be regarded as deprived and given to him by this old demon. Instead of regretting throwing a rock on his own foot, it is better to make a mockery and appreciate the desperate look of his opponent. As for the thought of leaving quietly and letting everything return to dreams, go to hell! His old waist has been tossed so miserably, if the culprit is fine, how can he be embarrassed!

In Mo Xiu's eyes, the one-night romance is an accident of the degree that he accidentally chewed a piece of garlic while eating. It is a major event that is enough to shake his reputation. It is not impossible to wipe the neck directly to apologize. Such a good show, of course, cannot be missed.

You Jiang has been in the position of leader for so many years, this mentality is absolutely indispensable. At this moment, this gloating look, if someone who doesn't know sees it, it is also said that he was on Fu Hongye, and it is impossible to guess that this person has just suffered a big loss, and almost has not been tossed to half his life.

You Jiang can see this clearly. Even if he regrets the loss, no one cares at all, but it is just a joke. The thing he hates most in his life is being pityed by others. He would rather be a wicked person and eat his own fruit than pay Hongye and look at him with compassionate eyes.

Fu Hongye's master Jianjun was You Jiang's deceased, and he had also asked him to take care of his apprentice before he ascended, so at first You Jiang didn't hate Fu Hongye.

On that day, You Jiang lost to the younger generation who had watched him grow up with his own eyes, and he finally recognized the reality of practicing as a matter of chance. Even if he is unwilling to accept it, as the leader of the demon cult, he can't let the world see jokes. He can only forcefully support Xiang Fu Hongye and said coldly: "The sword is good, and the sword lord is considered to be a successor."

This young man in white with a long sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows is the first time he has stepped into the world’s vision. Even if the monks present were secretly exclaiming, Fu Hongye’s expression was not affected at all. His eyes were as peaceful as fallen leaves. Speaking softly to this senior demon cultivator: "Senior You Jiang, when Fu Mou took over as the head, he has already sworn an oath-this life will let you change your evil and return to righteousness."

There is a mirror in the mysterious door, and the monk can see his life ambitions when standing in front of the mirror, and what Fu Hongye sees in the mirror are four words—there is no magic in the world.

Xuanmen disciples lived for the Tao all their lives, so did Fu Hongye, and You Jiang was the biggest demon today. There is no balance between righteousness and evil. You Jiang is not surprised to pay Hongye to get rid of him, but he doesn't want this bold junior to save him. For Yu Mo, what is the difference between degree and waste?

Fu Hongye, who holds the sword, does not stain the mortal world, and his bright eyes are the aspiration of relief for the common people, as if as long as You Jiang follow him back, the blood and blood of the past will stop here, and the storms of all directions will turn into stability and peace.

To put it bluntly, how can you turn back after walking for more than a hundred years? What is it worth for him to give up everything and go back?

"This seat hates you such a hypocritical and righteous warrior. You are the king and the loser. If you lose it, you are incompetent. But if you want this seat to cooperate with you to stage this kind of ridiculous drama, this seat will never accompany you!"

Such Fu Hongye is too dazzling, You Jiang sneered and sneered, regardless of the sharp edge of the eyebrows, he stepped forward, bright red blood flowed down from between the eyebrows, dyed Mo Xiu's eyes red, and made him unwilling to take his life. Fu Hongye retracted the sword nervously.

In this arena, kindness is fatal. For a person like Fu Hongye who is full of poison, You Jiang will definitely not be contaminated.

If Fu Hongye didn't kill him, he took the people away, and did not give this merciful righteous leader a good word. Until the end, he laughed stubbornly and said: "You remember, boy, this life is here. No one regrets what he killed or what he did. I will never look back!"

This is the demon. He will not know the gratitude and will never listen to the persuasion of others. If Fu Hongye let him go, he still wants to set an ambush to kill this person. You Jiang used himself to tell Fu Hongye that the so-called demons were incurable and could only be killed, not saved.

You Jiang and Fu Hongye have been fighting for so many years, the young man became silent on the battlefield, and would not persuade him for a while, but the look in his eyes showed no intention of killing. Just like the gentleman who stood in the study when he was playing truant over the wall when he was a child, he looked helpless and angry, full of hatred for iron and steel, but behind his anger was care and expectation.

Since You Jiang was sixteen years old, no one has looked at him with such a look. He doesn’t understand why Fu Hongye, a younger generation, would be like this. In the end, it can only be attributed to this person’s too much compassion, and he was born to be easily cheated to death. Good old man.

You Jiang had already abandoned the ditches of righteousness and righteousness, and Fu Hongye asked him to pick it up; he, the leader of the demon cult, called the wind and rain to enjoy thousands of disciples to worship, but Fu Hongye said that he was in a sea of ​​suffering and did not know it; he thought he was not ill, but was caught by another one. People are forced to take medicine, so naturally this nosy person deserves to die.

You Jiang never believed that a troublesome person like Fu Hongye could survive in the arena. He just didn't expect that it was not him who had successfully calculated Fu Hongye for the first time.

Yes, calculating, from the very beginning, he believed that Fu Hongye's delusion was not accidental.

Fu Hongye, who has a stable Taoist heart, can't survive his heart catastrophe, let alone have any evil thoughts towards men, all of this must be undermined. just don’t know, is it a coincidence that Fu Hongye’s presence here is also in the conspiracy...

Just as You Jiang calmed down and began to think about the cause and effect of this matter, Fu Hongye's eyelids finally moved, and he opened his eyes blankly, not knowing if he had awakened from the confusion.

You Jiang was too lazy to take care of himself in retreat all the year round. His black hair had grown to the waist, and now he was sitting on the bedside in Fu Hongye's white clothes, his brows half-shielded in the morning light could not see the evil of the past. The young man who woke up looked at him obsessively, before murmured two words: "Fengzhi."

Fengzhi, it was these two words that made You Jiang lost his mind last night, and he was found by the youth to completely subdue him, who was originally equal to Fu Hongye.

The young painting saint Jiang Fengzhi, this is the name he has long abandoned, and few people in the rivers and lakes remember it. didn't expect to hear it again from a younger generation after more than a hundred years. How can not lose mind?

It was also You Jiang who was drunk last night. He didn't even think of Fu Hongye's sword named Fengzhi. This stinky boy was calling him. He was clearly calling for weapons when he found that his empty-handed sword could not be subdued!

So, Fu Hongye, this kid is really born against him, so he called his name with a sword, and it sounds really harsh!

After waking up from the wine, You Jiang already understood that Fu Hongye was looking for a saber, and he probably wanted to kill him, a demon cult monster, with a single sword. Even so, he is not polite to this son. When putting on his pants, he will not recognize the innocence of people. Moxiu dares to recognize the second, and no one dares to recognize the first. "Fu Hongye, are you sober?"

You Jiang brewed a full of cynicism, waiting for the young man to wake up and scold him with embarrassment. If he could cry bitterly, it would be very satisfying. However, he always seemed to be unable to predict Fu Hongye's actions. At this time, the young man took a close look at him, and only took the surprised look of the demon leader into his arms, stroked the man's back, and his words were full of joy. "Fengzhi, I thought I lost you, but luckily not."

Very well, this stinky boy went completely crazy after getting into a demon, and he used him as a saber. really don't know how to write the word for death!

You Jiang couldn't prevent being taken by this person. He hated him and pushed Fu Hongye away with one hand, still unwilling to believe that he would lose his mind so easily. He warned, "Are you really crazy?"

Fu Hongye smiled softly at him, his eyebrows were cherished tenderness that had never been seen on the battlefield, but when he looked down, he still frowned and stroked the traces of You Jiang's shoulder, and said: "Why is it dirty? I'll clean it for you. ."

It doesn’t matter who caused this bruising mark. As soon as this is said, You Jiang doesn’t care whether he is really crazy or pretending to be mad. His expression suddenly sinks, and there is only one thought in his heart-if he is good, he is dirty, his bones. How about eroding the heart? Come here, pour down this stinky boy!