The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

After Jing Feirong finished patrolling the southern region, when he arrived in the northern region, he stood outside the barrier of the dry marsh, staring at the magic seal from a distance, where the soul of his father was suppressed.

Footsteps sounded behind him, Yu Cang walked to Jing Feirong's side, and said, "The Emperor has already told His Highness."

"Yeah." Jing Feirong nodded, and then smiled, "I used to wonder why a god like Dijun would serve as a lieutenant in the underworld, but now that I think about it, Dijun is just guarding his father."

He turned his head and looked at Yu Cang: "Is Lord Pluto also familiar with my father?"

"His Royal Highness and I have been led by two emperors to cultivate when we were young."

"So the emperor and father are the masters of you and my elder brother, no wonder..."

——No wonder there are more than 7000 years of obsession, and they are determined to rescue Yu Linyun.

"If I didn't know the past when I entered the illusion this time, when are you going to tell me?" Jing Feirong asked.

"No one is fully sure." Yu Cang replied, "If the emperor's soul could not hold on, he would not have given the totem and enchantment to His Highness so early."

But Jing Feirong felt that it was too late, Chu Yanchuan was supporting the precarious Yuanshen and waiting for him to grow up, waiting for himself to be able to fight Chituo, while suffering from being unable to take out Yu Linyun's soul as soon as possible, how much would it be? It's hard.It should have been earlier, and I would have given everything to myself earlier—but then it would not be Chu Yanchuan.

Jing Feirong was silent for a while, and said, "I'm going back."

Yu Cang didn't know how to respond to his sudden report, so he was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Okay."

Then Jing Feirong wiped away the red eyes, and continued: "I miss Dijun, I want to go back."

Yu Cang: "..."

Jing Feirong returned to the Heavenly Court, but met the Emperor of Heaven on the way, and the two met for the first time since the five hundred lashes passed.Jing Feirong just glanced at him, and couldn't help but recall the scene more than 7000 years ago. His father was determined to use him to destroy the demon, but his father tried his best to save him.

For the sake of the common people in the six realms, sometimes the evaluation of right and wrong is meaningless, but no one can completely use a steelyard-like attitude to measure it, and it is not easy to let go.

His father was actually not much different from many years ago, only his expression and eyes were different, he still had a handsome and youthful face, but Jing Feirong suddenly realized that he had never seen his father smile before, At least Jing Feirong never saw that smile towards Yu Linyun in the illusion.

The two looked at each other for a moment, when the Heavenly Emperor was about to speak, Jing Feirong silently walked around him without looking back.

As soon as Jing Feirong entered the courtyard, he saw Chu Yanchuan, bending over to fiddle with a water lily in the pond, seeing him back, Chu Yanchuan straightened up, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Your Highness is back. "

It wasn't until now that Jing Feirong had the real feeling of being married—his divine spouse was waiting for him to come home.

"Hmm." Jing Feirong walked over, glanced at the water lilies in the pond, and asked, "What is the emperor doing?"

"Nothing to do, take a look."

Jing Feirong didn't speak, and stretched out his arms to hug Dijun.Sensing that he was not in a good mood, Chu Yanchuan patted his head and asked, "Your Highness, are you tired?"

"No." Jing Feirong took a sniff, arched the side of Chu Yanchuan's neck, and said, "I think Dijun is tired."

Chu Yanchuan was startled, and Jing Feirong continued: "Guilty, helplessness, obstinacy, waiting...everything is very heavy."

There are also long thoughts, the crumbling primordial spirit, and the backlash of the totem. It is only a moment to be crushed.

Chu Yanchuan looked at the vast sky outside the courtyard wall, a little dazed.The gods respect him, and no one can see what he thinks in his heart, but Jing Feirong wants to peel him off bit by bit, touch his old wounds, touch his weakness—Chu Yanchuan won't say he's tired, so Jing Feirong spoke for him.

There was silence, with birds chirping occasionally, Jing Feirong sniffed the cold fragrance of Chu Yanchuan's body, and kissed the side of Chu Yanchuan's neck, and then the kiss gradually moved upwards, from Adam's apple to chin, to jaw, to the side of his face Finally, he gently sucked Chu Yanchuan's lips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Beside the lotus pond, under a pear tree, Jing Feirong put his arms around Chu Yanchuan's waist and kissed him, lips rubbing together, tongue entangled, both of them were a little emotional.But Chu Yanchuan suddenly pushed Jing Feirong away, panting slightly: "Your Highness, I don't really think about it now..."

——I don't really want to do it, because they haven't reconciled yet, every time they do it, the totem will give Jing Feirong some points, and Chu Yanchuan is worried that it will backlash on Jing Feirong.What's more, his primordial spirit has been weakened to a certain point, and Long Ling may not be able to save him.

But Jing Feirong stared at him and said: "Then kiss until the emperor wants to do it."

Jing Feirong originally wanted to take over the totem after Chituo was wiped out and endure the backlash, because he had to ensure that he had enough cultivation to fight against Chituo, so he couldn't rashly take over the remaining totem in Chu Yanchuan's hands ——He didn't know what backlash would be, when it would start, and what impact it would have.And after Chituo was eliminated, there would be no need to use the totem to suppress the Seal of Seal, and there might be a solution by then.

But he doesn't want to wait now, he doesn't want the emperor to suffer another moment, he guesses that the dragon spirit has a stabilizing effect on Chu Yanchuan's primordial spirit, so he has to do it - give the dragon spirit to Chu Yanchuan, and give himself the totem.

Before Chu Yanchuan could speak again, Jing Feirong picked him up by the waist and entered the bedroom.

Jing Feirong didn't torment Chu Yanchuan today, he was doing it almost from the beginning to the end in one posture, and he didn't even want to leave the teeth marks on the emperor.But it was strange, and Jing Feirong didn't know why, he stared at Chu Yanchuan's face, but couldn't help but want to cry—why he was still so uneasy after being hugged so tightly and so close.

I always feel that my hands are empty and I really want to grab something more.

Instead, Chu Yanchuan touched the wound on Jing Feirong's back, wrapped his legs lightly around his waist, and gasped, "Your Highness, just have fun."

"I will enjoy myself with the emperor." Jing Feirong choked up.

His tears hit Chu Yanchuan's shoulder drop by drop, scorching hot.