Thank you villain for your favor [Transmigration Book]

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Over there, Ruoyun gasped, and then began to cry uncontrollably.

Wen Yuhuan heard Ruoyun crying so rhythmically, he couldn't help tapping the small system: "I said... Looking at Ruoyun's face, it should be one of Mo Lianfeng's harem, right?"

[Boom!The players have all raised Xiao Fengfeng, so it's not surprising that such a little twisted plot! ⊙﹏⊙]

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

Langfeng said again: "Lan Ying, tell senior brother, did Mo Lianfeng force you to eat the magic hericium that day?"

Wen Yuhuan hastily denied: "No, I really ate it by mistake. After I escaped from the Lianhuo Tower, I stumbled into an enchantment by mistake. Ah, by the way, the master came out of the cold abyss. This piece Do you know anything?"

"What!? Little Martial Uncle, isn't he dead?"

Damn, he is a major shareholder, a living RMB player, okay, he didn't suffer a little bit of crime but went back to enjoy life, okay... Uh, okay, although it seems to be lovesick.

"Where is the little uncle now? Why didn't you go back to the Qingfeng Immortal Sect?"

He went after his wife, and it was the former Demon Lord Linqing!

Wen Yuhuan didn't even dare to imagine what an exciting scene it would be when the news came out. Would Gao Qingzi be pissed off? !

Langfeng sighed, and said again: "But don't worry, Mo Lianfeng...he won't be happy for long."

Wen Yuhuan's heart sank: "What does this mean?"

Langfeng said: "A disciple saw Mo Lianfeng injured by the magic sword and his vitality was damaged. I am afraid that the Immortal Sword Alliance will soon attack the Lianhuo Tower. At that time, Junior Brother Lanying will regain his freedom?"

Mo Lianfeng was injured by the magic sword! ?

Gritting his teeth, Wen Yuhuan said, "Senior Brother, I have already become possessed after eating the Heavenly Demon Hericium, and I cannot go back to the Qingfeng Immortal Sect."

As soon as Wen Yuhuan said this, Ruoyun cried even harder, and now Langfeng was also silent.

But... what's with this atmosphere like he has terminal cancer? !

People who are possessed by demons, if they are not eager for success, and people with too much murderous intent, they will also have a very long life, very awesome, okay?

Hearing that Ruoyun over there was already crying, Wen Yuhuan couldn't bear it, and quickly comforted him: "Junior Sister Ruoyun...don't cry. Girls will cry..."

"Brother, who are you talking to?"

Suddenly, Mo Lianfeng entered the room without knowing when, and Wen Yuhuan almost bit his tongue in fright. Mo Lianfeng, who was counting the porridge and side dishes, glanced lightly at the Qingyun Sword that was still shining with silver light, his eyes gradually turned cold down.

Before Mo Lianfeng could speak, Ruoyun cried and shouted: "Mo Lianfeng, you are not human! Thanks to senior brother Lanying being so kind to you back then, you actually had that kind of unethical feeling towards senior brother, and now you are Imprison him in the Lianhuo Tower, you are repaying your kindness with revenge!"

Mo Lianfeng didn't say a word, just sneered, and with a wave of his sleeve, Ruoyun's voice stopped abruptly.

It seems...Global Link has been cut off the signal.

Mo Lianfeng turned his head to look at Wen Yuhuan, and said word by word: "Senior brother is already a member of my demon clan, and a member of Lianfeng. From now on, you are not allowed to talk to any woman, not even to look at her!"

Wen Yuhuan's sweat was about to break out: "I said... you are too domineering, aren't you?"

"No way!"

"Why? I don't like them, why not?"

Mo Lianfeng's face blushed suddenly, she put down the tray in her hand and pressed on Wen Yuhuan's body, and with her arms retracted, she held Wen Yuhuan tightly in her arms.

He bit heavily on Wen Yuhuan's still red and swollen lips, then pouted and said, "If you can't, then you can't! Because... I will be jealous."

☆, 59. A dog leg

It's gross, it's so gross, it's going to die!

Please, can the villain's style of painting not change so fast?What the hell is it that one second is evil and mad, and the next second is as soft as a loyal dog?

Isn't it really fine to turn so fast? !

Holding back and holding back, feeling the itchy touch of Mo Lianfeng's firm nose tip rubbing against his cheeks, Wen Yuhuan subconsciously shrank back under the quilt: "There's nothing to be jealous about, stupid or not."

Mo Lianfeng obviously didn't agree with Wen Yuhuan's point of view, and then kissed again, as if he couldn't kiss enough, and said with a smile: "I can give anything, but my senior brother can't share with others. No, not even half a share." !"

Wen Yuhuan felt that his head was about to steam, he moved his legs subconsciously: "Okay, okay, get off me quickly, you're dead."

Mo Lianfeng licked the corner of Wen Yuhuan's mouth again, and then she was willing to turn over and sit by the bed, took a bowl of porridge, took a small mouthful of porridge with a spoon, and blew it on her mouth for a long time. mouth: "Brother, open your mouth."

Wen Yuhuan really felt that Mo Lianfeng's smile was too dazzling, so he hurriedly leaned against the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand: "I'm fine, I can eat by myself."

Seeing that he was going to grab him, Mo Lianfeng shook Wen Yuhuan sideways.Wen Yuhuan only felt a burning pain in his butt, and couldn't help but gasped, Mo Lianfeng's expression changed suddenly: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Did Qin Tian do something to you?!"

Seeing that Mo Lianfeng was about to reach out to lift the quilt, Wen Yuhuan hugged it desperately, holding down the quilt's feet firmly.

He can't say it's because his butt hurts from working too much yesterday!

It would be better to just kill him, kill him!

Wen Yuhuan shook his head hastily: "No, I just slept for too long, ha, ha ha ha."

Mo Lianfeng saw that Wen Yuhuan's face was not very clear, and recalled the scenes of last night, immediately lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, brother, it's all because I tried too hard yesterday."

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

Can I still have some face? !

As if seeking proof, Mo Lianfeng looked at Wen Yuhuan with a pair of steamy eyes: "Senior brother... Did I perform particularly poorly yesterday..."

Wen Yuhuan's mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word, as if Mo Lianfeng would blame himself to the point of crying if he just nodded his head.

what is this?He didn't cry when he was fucked, did he make the fucker cry? !

Wen Yuhuan thought about it for a while, and then he could only whisper: "It's the first time, it's probably like this."

"That's it..." Mo Lianfeng nodded thoughtfully, and gently kissed the wet corner of Wen Yuhuan's mouth: "Then we practice hard every day, brother, shouldn't it hurt?"

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

Why do I feel... I seem to have fallen into an incredible trap? !

Wen Yuhuan hurriedly changed the topic: "Actually, I can't do this every day... I'm really hungry."

"Then I'll feed senior brother!"

Mo Lianfeng rushed to bring the spoonful of porridge to Wen Yuhuan's mouth. Wen Yuhuan knew that Mo Lianfeng was sometimes terribly stubborn, so he obediently opened his mouth.

Seeing that Wen Yuhuan opened his mouth, Mo Lianfeng began to feed him a mouthful of porridge and a side dish, his eyes wished to squeeze out a star, and Wen Yuhuan was speechless.

"Is it delicious? Try this again!"

Wen Yuhuan waved his hand: "I've already had two bowls, I can't eat anymore."

"Then just eat the last bite. This is called Ziyunsi. It grows once every ten years, and only the rhizome is edible. It is very good for repairing the spiritual veins and replenishing qi and blood, and it is particularly chewy and sweet in taste. , brother must like it."

Wen Yuhuan took a sip, and it was really delicious: "If you grow a plant every ten years, isn't that equivalent to eating gold? Where did you buy it?"

"In Miaojiang, after buying it, it needs to be dried for one year, then marinated for another year, and taken out at the beginning of spring in the third year. The taste is the best and the effect is the most significant."

Wen Yuhuan's eyes widened: "It took so much effort? Then did you buy them and pickle them, or did you have them pickled?"

"I do it by myself."

"Did you do it yourself? Do you still have time for this?"

Mo Lianfeng silently looked at the bowl in his hand, and the heat of the porridge slowly rose up, covering the corners of his eyes: "Actually... I have been waiting for senior brother to come to see me, but the wait is too uncomfortable and too long. I will When I bought it, I was thinking... Ah, maybe after a year of drying, I can see my brother... Maybe my brother will come to see me when it is pickled... Then I thought again, or When everything is done, the senior brother will come just in time to eat. It can be regarded as a sustenance, in this case... the wait does not seem to be so long."

"I also planted hydrangeas in the back mountain that are the same as Shuitian Yise Peak, but it's too cold here, no matter how hard I fertilize and water them, they still wither..."

"Lianfeng..."

"But it's all right now. I finally waited for senior brother to come, so I won't feel cold anymore." Mo Lianfeng laughed suddenly, looking at Wen Yuhuan with reddish eyes, which made Wen Yuhuan's heart hurt badly.

He suddenly regretted buying that ultimate package, he should come to Mo Lianfeng when the ooc is unfrozen, in this way, maybe he can stand by his side during that kind of thing, maybe it can make him feel better.

Mo Lianfeng looked at Wen Yuhuan, and said again: "Brother, do you hate me for ruining Yun Xiqin, or do you hate me for deliberately causing you to become a demon? It should be hate... But I am really selfish, selfish I really thought that if senior brother became demon, he would not be able to return to Qingfeng Immortal Sect and could only stay by my side, senior brother, am I despicable?"

Wen Yuhuan held back the sadness in his heart, and just patted his head: "Life is determined by God, maybe this is fate." As if suddenly remembering something, Wen Yuhuan sat up straight suddenly, as if he was going to tear Mo Lian Feng's clothes: "By the way, I heard that you were injured by the magic sword? How is the injury?"

Mo Lianfeng shook her head, and gently held Wen Yuhuan's hand: "I was a little anxious when I drew the sword, but it's almost recovered, brother, don't worry about me."

Wen Yuhuan was still a little worried: "But...but Langfeng said...the Immortal Sword League learned that you were injured by the magic sword, and wanted to attack the Lianhuo Tower."

Mo Lianfeng's face also darkened: "Well, I already know about this."

Wen Yuhuan sighed: "To be honest, you are really too impulsive, you shouldn't have taken the inner alchemy from those two people."

"They tied up senior brother, I can't wait to cut them into pieces!"

Mo Lianfeng's hostility burst out, a coquettish red flashed in his eyes, and the lotus-shaped cinnabar on his forehead became brighter red, all revealing a terrifying murderous aura, which made Wen Yuhuan unable to look away for a long time.

He always felt that there seemed to be something strange about Mo Lianfeng, but he couldn't say one, two, three.

Wen Yuhuan thought that he would live in the Lianhuo Building in the future, so he said, "Lian Feng, those disciples you arrested...let them go."

Mo Lianfeng agreed happily: "At first, I didn't intend to do anything to them, but I just wanted to let them experience the feeling of losing a precious person. My father was imprisoned, and my mother's whereabouts are still unknown. Uncertainty, I am doing them a favor by shutting them up in the Lianhuo Tower. But through them, I know a lot about their dirty deeds, which is really embarrassing."

"That……"

"Don't talk about this, let's talk about you, brother."

Mo Lianfeng didn't seem to want to continue such a heavy topic, but Wen Yuhuan couldn't react: "Me? I have nothing to say."

Mo Lianfeng raised her head slightly, but hesitated to speak.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Wen Yuhuan again, and then said quietly: "It's the magic breath I injected into my brother's body that day. When the moon is dark, my brother's body will feel hot and uncomfortable."

"So... so?" For some reason, Wen Yuhuan suddenly had a bad feeling.

"That's right, this state of senior brother... will last for about seven days..."

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

☆、60. The poison of charm killing

"Brother...is this comfortable?"

Mo Lianfeng put Wen Yuhuan's legs on her shoulders, while moving in and out of Wen Yuhuan's body.Wen Yuhuan whimpered and shook his head, his sweat-drenched temples were sticking tightly to the crimson side face from the violent pumping, the corners of his eyes were slightly red...

I have to say, this kind of appearance is really delicious.

Seeing that Wen Yuhuan was still clinging to the corner of the pillow, unwilling to cry out, Mo Lianfeng couldn't help but leaned over, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tears that flowed down Wen Yuhuan's tears. The hot and salty touch spread completely between the lips.

"Brother... don't hold back, I want to hear..."

"Ah... no, don't..."

Mo Lianfeng saw Wen Yuhuan's hands looking like he wanted to grab a hole in the mattress under him, and slowly took his hand, intertwining his fingers tightly, panting heavily: "It seems that brother is Comfortable... so tight..."

"Shut up...shut up!"

Wen Yuhuan almost wanted to kill Mo Lianfeng.

In the past few days, no matter how many times he did it, it seemed that he could not completely extinguish the unknown fire in his body. As long as Mo Lianfeng's familiar body temperature approached his body, he would have difficulty breathing.

Feeling the powerful conquest of the people on his body, and looking at the appalling condition on his body, Wen Yuhuan couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "Mo Lianfeng... ah... If you dare to infuse me with such a heinous magic breath again! I'll forgive you! I can't miss you... um..."

Kissing Wen Yuhuan's trembling lips in a fawning manner, Mo Lianfeng promised softly: "No, never again. Brother, bear with me, it will be fine after tonight."

Go to your sister's estrus!

Poke the chrysanthemum chicory upstairs, don't let me see you!

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother..."

Wen Yuhuan, who fell asleep in the ups and downs last night, was awakened by a familiar voice. He slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly found that his body was no longer so heavy and hot, and his vision became clear, reflecting Mo Lianfeng's face. Zhang Jumei's face was looking at him affectionately.

"Brother, how do you feel now... still, want?"

The hard work in Wen Yuhuan's heart is so easy to dissipate. It's just that he has no physical strength to care about him these few days. After being suppressed for a few days and studying so many frequencies and postures, Wen Yuhuan feels that he has already There is no face at all.Especially when Mo Lianfeng actually used his tongue to help him...he...

Obviously said no, it's really going to explode!

Wen Yuhuan was still a little out of strength, and his waist was so soft that he couldn't stand up. He didn't speak, but just hooked his hands at Mo Lianfeng, motioning him to bend down and get closer.

Mo Lianfeng leaned over obediently.

"what!"

Wen Yuhuan didn't care about the 21, hugged Mo Lianfeng's head and knocked his forehead on the bridge of Mo Lianfeng's tall nose. Mo Lianfeng immediately wailed, and sour tears rolled in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Only then did Wen Yuhuan feel refreshed.

Mo Lianfeng rubbed her reddened nose, and said aggrievedly: "Senior brother is good or bad, he treats me like this after he squeezed him dry."

Ahhh, enough of this little bastard!

Wen Yuhuan glared at him angrily: "You have eaten so much tofu from me, are you still at a loss for cooperating?"

Mo Lianfeng giggled, lifted Wen Yuhuan's cup and arched him. No matter how Wen Yuhuan resisted, Mo Lianfeng still hugged Wen Yuhuan's waist shamelessly and buried his head in Wen Yuhuan's arms Then he said with a smile: "It's not enough to be with senior brother, if you can keep aloof from the world, it will be fine if you continue like this..."

Only then did Wen Yuhuan relax his body, allowing his fingertips to shuttle back and forth between Mo Lianfeng's thick black hair, it was an indescribable ease.

"Master Mo, please stop!"

When it was approaching evening, Mo Lianfeng was about to go to the dining room to make some side dishes for Wen Yuhuan, when Luo Yuxiao not far away stopped him.

Luo Yuxiao took a look at Mo Lianfeng's expression, and then said, "May I have a chance to speak, Mr. Mo?"

Mo Lianfeng frowned slightly, but seeing Luo Yuxiao hesitated to speak, she followed Luo Yuxiao into the pharmacy.

"What's the matter?" Mo Lianfeng asked concisely, I'm afraid Wen Yuhuan was in a hurry.

Luo Yuxiao said: "The landlord Mo has ordered no one to go near the main building these few days, and Luo has never bothered. I saw the landlord Mo's face not very clear three days ago, and I thought it was too much sexual intercourse... But today As soon as I see you, can Master Mo let me check the pulse?"

Mo Lianfeng was startled when he heard the words, but said: "Don't tell him that I was injured by the magic sword."

"I'm afraid I can't hide it? After all, the Immortal Sword Alliance has already set up boundaries around these few days."

"I will send my senior brother elsewhere before then."

Luo Yuxiao couldn't help crossing his arms, shook his head slightly, and said, "Mr. Mo is really an idiot. He didn't care about the loss of his own lifespan, and forcibly suppressed the magic breath for that person... I think Mr. Mo is afraid That person couldn't bear the pain when he first became a demon, so he accidentally planted the root of his troubles, and he will become a demon in the future, right? It's just that if you make up a point, you will lose a point, I think Master Mo should be very clear."

Mo Lianfeng waved his sleeves violently: "I have my own measure."

Luo Yuxiao let out a 'poof' laugh: "I'm afraid that Lord Mo is interested, but that person is very ruthless..."

Mo Lianfeng paused: "Luo Yuxiao, do I like to talk to me in a strange tone? What exactly do you want to say?"

Luo Yuxiao then stepped forward to feel Mo Lianfeng's pulse, closed his eyes and probed for a while, then sighed deeply, showing an expression of 'it really is so'.

Luo Yuxiao said: "What I want to say is that Lord Mo was probably killed by a traitor a few years ago, so he took the Devil Ginseng."

"Severing magic ginseng?"

Luo Yuxiao nodded: "Exactly, this medicine is very good for monks who have broken through the golden core stage. It can get rid of the three souls and seven souls stained by the devil's energy. It can be used on the half-demon body For a certain host of the host, this is indeed a well-deserved poison. However, judging from the current situation of Mr. Mo, this person should be extremely cunning. That's why the incubation period is so long. If it wasn't for Master Mo's cultivation of the fire-refining mind method... I'm afraid I wouldn't be poisoned in my lifetime, but it's a pity..."

"You just said... a few years?"

Luo Yuxiao nodded again: "According to the current pulse of a certain host, it's been two or three years at least."

"Impossible!" Mo Lianfeng abruptly interrupted Luo Yuxiao: "After Qingfeng Immortal School Bigu, I have never had a meal, and no one has had the opportunity to poison me."

Luo Yuxiao shook his black long sleeves, and his pale fingertips were tightly covered: "There is only one broken magic ginseng in this world."

Mo Lianfeng narrowed her eyes: "What is the birthplace?"

"Yunze Peak of the Qingfeng Immortal Sect."

"A bunch of nonsense!" Mo Lianfeng was full of anger, killing intent immediately, Luo Yuxiao's shoulder was swept by the strong wind, and countless openings were torn open in an instant, but he just cupped his hands: "Luo's words The sentence is true, no one in the world knows that only Yunze Peak can grow such ginseng trees, even if I want to lie, I can't do it. A landlord may wish to think carefully about the three meals a day before the bigu."

Hearing the words, Mo Lianfeng felt struck by lightning, and stood there stiffly, unable to move.

In fact, he had already realized that something was wrong. When the magic energy was revealed at the Fairy Sword Conference, and he knelt in front of the temple for a few days, he felt that there seemed to be two forces in his body that were mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, but at that time he only felt that it was the spiritual power in his body. This is the end of the conflict with the devil's breath. Besides, he didn't bother to think about these things at that time. At that time, all he thought was 'can't be kicked out. If you get out, you won't see your brother'. Later, he After falling into the cliff and surviving a catastrophe, the evil spirit flowing in his body became more fierce, but at that time he was only preparing to seize the magic sword, so he had no choice but to put this matter aside.

But if it was before the bigu...

When he first arrived at the Qingfeng Immortal School, Master went to travel around the world.In the first year, the senior brother only met him a few times, and most of them were sent out to deal with trivial matters.It wasn't until the second year that he and his brother really lived together.For the next two years, the seniors were responsible for three meals a day.

Could it be that the senior brother thinks his things are excellent for monks, so...

Mo Lianfeng shook her sleeves: "Brother didn't know that I was a half-demon at that time, maybe I thought that thing was very valuable to monks, so..."

"will not!"

Seeing Luo Yuxiao's decisive answer, Mo Lianfeng's fingertips pierced into the flesh due to too much force.

Luo Yuxiao said: "The things in the Devil's Ginseng are no different than others. If a disciple with a low level of cultivation takes it, it is a little careless... Don't talk about getting rid of the magic breath in the body, even the spirit veins will be lost because of restlessness. Unbalanced qi is regarded as the root of the disease to get rid of, causing an irreparable situation. Therefore, Qingfeng Xianzong has long issued an order not to give it to disciples with poor cultivation. Because, I’m afraid I’ve been victimized a long time ago. But now… I’m afraid I used to take it every day, and it’s only a few dollars a day, but I can’t bear it to accumulate in my body for many years. It’s as if… I just waited for Master Mo to learn the heart one day. On the day of the law, plunder the city..."

"enough!"

Mo Lianfeng yelled angrily, and the two pointed at Luo Yuxiao: "During the years when I entered Xiaoyao Peak, I only lived with my senior brother. In your opinion, will my senior brother harm me?"

Luo Yuxiao couldn't help sneering and said: "If I eat with you, then the magic ginseng should have melted away the devilish energy invaded by the erinaceus erinaceus long ago. How can Yun Xiqin be used? But now that person really How can you explain it if you are truly possessed?" Luo Yuxiao looked at Mo Lianfeng's paler face, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Not to mention...he even used Charm Kill on you!"

In just a moment, the blood all over Mo Lianfeng's body quickly faded.

☆, 61. In the Lianyue Building

It was already the ninth day when Wen Yuhuan left Mo Lianfeng's bedroom.

Yesterday evening, Mo Lianfeng said that he was going to show him a new dish he had researched, but he never returned.In the end, Zhan Shu sent it over to him, with an aggrieved face, and Wen Yuhuan, who looked like he had lost his husband, was speechless.

He asked Zhan Shu where Mo Lianfeng had gone, but Zhan Shu said that Mo Lianfeng was discussing matters with the heads of various small buildings.It was only then that Wen Yuhuan knew that when he was feeling ashamed and irritated, the members of the Fairy Sword League had already set up an enchantment in Beicheng, and the war was about to break out.

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help sighing.

The Immortal Sword Alliance has already set up camps around, but Mo Lianfeng still cooks for him in different ways tomorrow, which is too disrespectful.

However, seeing how confident Mo Lianfeng was, she should have spread rumors about being injured by the magic sword, otherwise, according to the nature of the Immortal Sword League, she should have been killed long ago.

After drinking and eating, Mo Lianfeng still didn't show up. Thinking of Mo Lianfeng's small appearance like brown sugar these past few days, Wen Yuhuan felt that something must have happened.

It's just that he walked around a lot, but he didn't find Mo Lianfeng's shadow.

At night, when it was foggy, the Lianhuo Tower located in the northernmost area became even more dead silent, and a few hexagonal palace lanterns hanging there would not be extinguished, which was even more strange.

Wen Yuhuan was quite depressed, and was about to turn his head, but he saw Luo Yuxiao who was in the corridor, and seemed to be holding a copper basin in his hand.

"Luo Yuxiao!"

Wen Yuhuan stopped him in a hurry, and when he walked in, he found that the copper basin was full of blackened blood clots. An unpleasant smell stimulated Wen Yuhuan's nasal cavity. He took a small step back and said: " Who vomited this, someone hurt?"

Luo Yuxiao glanced at Wen Yuhuan, then looked at a few disciples who were cleaning the courtyard not far away, and then said: "The leader of a Xiaozhu was injured by the Immortal Sword Alliance."

"But what useful information has been found?"

Luo Yuxiao said: "The Immortal Sword Alliance is standing still now, it should be waiting for an excellent opportunity, in my opinion... I am afraid that there are spies in this lotus fire building."

Wen Yuhuan took a deep breath: "But Zhan Shu said that since the Immortal Sword Alliance approached, Mo Lianfeng ordered no one to step out of the Lotus Fire Realm. Besides, the Lotus Fire Realm also has a boundary that Mo Lianfeng personally created. People can go out."

Luo Yuxiao laughed suddenly: "No, it's because the news hasn't been sent out that the Immortal Sword Alliance waited and watched the changes, right? But the barriers are always set by people. If something goes wrong, are you afraid that the barriers will not be broken?"

Wen Yuhuan's heart sank: "You mean Mo Lianfeng's condition is not good?"

He didn't mean that the magic sword was just a minor injury, he didn't mean...

Damn!

"Where is he now?"

Luo Yuxiao then pointed not far away: "Retreat in the Lianyue Tower."

Before Luo Yuxiao could say anything else, Wen Yuhuan rushed over.

"The landlord has an order, no one is allowed to approach..."

Wen Yuhuan didn't care so much, and he hit a critical blow in a hurry, but Lingwen Yuhuan never thought that the magic cultivator would be sent flying by his palm.Then he fell to the ground suddenly, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and passed out completely.

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help looking at his hands.

Holy crap, did he get through Ren and Du's second channel? !

If you are not lucky, you don’t feel it, but when you are lucky, you feel that your body is full of small universes!

Could it be that the supplements are too high these days? !

Without thinking about it, Wen Yuhuan knocked on the door three times and found no one answered, then kicked open the wooden door of Lianhuo Building.Unexpectedly, it doesn't matter if this kick goes down, the whole door just broke away from the door frame, and smashed towards the inside with a "boom".

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

Wen Yuhuan stepped on the wreckage on the ground and walked into the Lianyue Tower. Not a single light in the huge Lianyue Tower was turned on. Rao, the moon does not have a face tonight. It blows people's hairs.

"Mo Lianfeng?"

Wen Yuhuan tried to call out, and the deep voice spread around and echoed continuously.

The Lotus Moon Tower adopts a circular design, with countless secret doors, Wen Yuhuan is careful, for fear that he will be unlucky in the end if he encounters some mechanism.

It's just that the more you walk inside, the more you feel that there seems to be a trace of alcohol in the air.

Wen Yuhuan snapped his fingers, and several groups of yellow flames fell around him, illuminating the road ahead.

Wen Yuhuan stepped up the steps to the second floor, and accidentally mentioned something under his feet, and saw a wine cup roll away with a gurgle, and a strong smell of alcohol rushed towards his face.

Wen Yuhuan raised his eyes and saw Mo Lianfeng who was leaning on the pillar to drink and couldn't even stand up.

Wen Yuhuan was anxious, walked over angrily and picked up Mo Lianfeng's half-open skirt: "Mo Lianfeng, why are you drinking so much cat urine?!"

Mo Lianfeng was obviously not sober at this time, he moved the tip of his nose, as if he had waited for a long time for Wen Yuhuan before focusing on it.

Seeing him like this, Wen Yuhuan couldn't beat him or scold him, so he made himself uncomfortable: "I ask you! Didn't you say that the damage caused by the magic sword to you is so small that I don't have to worry about it? Why did you lie... um ..."

Before Wen Yuhuan finished speaking, Mo Lianfeng stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him, and eagerly pressed his lips towards Wen Yuhuan. Unlike the gentleness in the past, Mo Lianfeng kissed fiercely this time, or rather, This is no longer kissing, but chewing raw.

The tip of Wen Yuhuan's tongue hurt from being bitten, and he hurriedly wanted to push him away, but Mo Lianfeng suddenly pressed him under him, and Wen Yuhuan shivered from the cold floor.

"What are you crazy about?! Let me ask you..."

"Brother..."

Mo Lianfeng suddenly bent down and hugged him, being so careful that his whole body was shaking, Wen Yuhuan was so distressed that he quickly pacified him: "What's wrong? Drinking so much..."

Mo Lianfeng suddenly opened her mouth and bit Wen Yuhuan's neck, heard Wen Yuhuan gasped, and then licked it in a fawning manner.Just as Wen Yuhuan was about to speak, his neck felt hot. It was Mo Lianfeng's tears, and Wen Yuhuan could feel it.

But it was precisely because of this that Wen Yuhuan was even more uncertain. He groped to find Mo Lianfeng's face and wanted to see him clearly, but Mo Lianfeng stubbornly refused to get up and insisted on pressing him down.

Where Wen Yuhuan could push him, he had no choice but to let him hold him.

Mo Lianfeng's body trembled slightly, and after a while he said quietly: "Brother, you... really want to be nice to me, right?"

Wen Yuhuan was taken aback: "Did you drink too much?"

"Yes, or not? Senior brother, please answer me..."

Wen Yuhuan knew that Mo Lianfeng was confused, and there was no point in arguing with him, so he nodded and said, "Yes, of course I really want to be nice to you, or would it be interesting for me to lie to you?"

"Then, that senior brother expelled me from the sect like that before, why did he suddenly allow me to hug you... kiss you... possess you... because of the magic breath?"

This question is really not easy to answer, Wen Yuhuan thought for a while, and then said: "It is the effect of magic breath...but not all of it. I just didn't figure it out before, and my mind was quite confused...or I didn't know until now , what exactly is liking.”

Thinking that Mo Lianfeng was drunk anyway, and would not remember what he said tomorrow, Wen Yuhuan simply said what was in his heart.

"Mo Lianfeng, to be honest... Actually, I know it's unfair for us to be together, because my feelings are really not on the same level as your feelings for me. But since you asked me a question, then I want to ask you a question too, and you have to answer it honestly."

Seeing that Mo Lianfeng had acquiesced, Wen Yuhuan pursed his lips and said, "You... since when did you like me? Was it before or after that year when I took you to Qicheng."

This question has almost become Wen Yuhuan's inner demon. He really wants to know whether Mo Lianfeng likes Lan Ying or Wen Yuhuan.

"like it all."

Mo Lianfeng answered quickly, but Wen Yuhuan couldn't laugh at all. He knew it was boring, but he couldn't help but said: "Then do you feel...the me before that is different from the me now?"

"Have."

Only then did Wen Yuhuan cheer up: "I guess you must not be completely drunk, let me tell you more about it."

Mo Lianfeng's delicate kisses began to fall along Wen Yuhuan's neck to the collarbone. With one hand, he peeled off Wen Yuhuan's clothes with ease, and Mo Lianfeng said in a low voice: "The first year I came to Shuitian Yise Peak. The senior brother only met a few times, and it was only in the second year that he really lived with the senior brother. The senior brother treated me very well, and would make all kinds of pastries outside my door every day. But although the senior brother treats me well , but it is faint... Senior brother will allow me to enter the practice room, but he will not allow me to sleep in the same bed with senior brother, and senior brother will allow me to eat together, but it is very clear. Even if I invite senior brother to drink tea together Even if I eat snacks, my brother will quietly refuse, and my brother will say that it doesn’t matter if I don’t make progress, and I will leave everything to my brother. At that time, I only depended on my brother and respected me. Acting like a baby, but I can tell... Senior brother doesn't want to get too close to me, but it's hard to say no."

"Then... what happened next?"

Mo Lianfeng's hands slowly reached into the hem of Wen Yuhuan's clothes: "Later, the brother changed, he became able to smile at me, he would say that he believed that I would become a very good monk, and advised me not to give up. He would sacrifice his life to protect me , will eat and live with me. Gradually...my feelings for senior brother have become more and more dissatisfied, more and more greedy...more and more inseparable, if not enough."

"you……"

"However, just when I could give up my dignity and life and death for the sake of senior brother, senior brother completely denied me like that and kicked me out of the sect. Senior brother...you know, I actually want to hate Yours, I really tried very hard to hate you, but I...but I just can't do it, it's really too difficult for me. "

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help but raised his head and looked up, for fear that he would cry if he didn't live up to it.

If there is anything in this world that he thinks is precious and unique, it is Mo Lianfeng's feelings for him, which are unique and irreplaceable.

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help but patted him on the back, and said softly: "I'm sorry, it was my brother who was wrong that day, and my brother will never hurt you again in the future."

"I really... can I trust Senior Brother?"

Wen Yuhuan kissed Mo Lianfeng's side face, and his legs hooked Mo Lianfeng's waist involuntarily: "Of course, I will prove it to you."