The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

At that moment, many reasons flashed through Jing Feirong's mind, such as helping you eat the bugs on your face, my mouth suddenly had its own thoughts, etc., but Chu Yanchuan just looked at him quietly, and then Said: "The Fifth Highness is here."

"Ah... yes." Seeing that Chu Yanchuan didn't seem to notice, Jing Feirong immediately sat up, lowered his head to cover his eyes and took out a candied fruit from the brocade bag, and asked, "Will the emperor eat it?"

Chu Yanchuan stared at the candied fruit for a long time, shook his head, he got up, but suddenly staggered a step, frowned and covered his shoulders, Jing Feirong quickly stood up and supported him, asking: "What's wrong? "

Chu Yanchuan paused for a moment before saying, "There are monsters haunting the dry marshes, and I accidentally got hurt during the fight."

"Let me see." Jing Feirong wanted to turn his collar.

"No need." Chu Yanchuan held Jing Feirong's wrist and looked at him, "It's just a small injury."

Jing Feirong wanted to give up for a moment, after all, Chu Yanchuan was the ancient god, and his cultivation was far above him, so it was not his turn to care about him no matter what.But Jing Feirong always felt that Chu Yanchuan looked weak, not because he was so weak, but because he was crumbling under his usual appearance, and occasionally there was such a meaning, which made it hard to study.

But Jing Feirong is a curious little dragon with a strong thirst for knowledge.

"I want to see it." Jing Feirong said, and he presented a very convincing evidence, "Even if the emperor doesn't show it to me now, I will see it when he goes to bed."

Chu Yanchuan didn't expect him to be so stubborn all of a sudden, he was stunned for a while, and then said: "That will be three days later."

"Then I'll move ahead." Jing Feirong added, "Tonight."

Very naive and boring, but Chu Yanchuan still didn't even frown. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Your Highness Fifth likes to kiss?"

Jing Feirong was startled for a moment, then blushed.

"I just..." His eyes wandered, and he stuttered, "Dijun, you fell asleep... I just, just take a look..."

Chu Yanchuan nodded, and then asked, "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Jing Feirong couldn't respond at all, and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"Do what you have to do in advance."

Chu Yanchuan's expression was very calm, his tone was very ordinary, and his voice was very gentle. In contrast, Jing Feirong was like a chick who suddenly lost his way, fluttering his wings that were not even fully grown, and he was in a panic. Blinking a few times, said: "But last night..."

"Your Highness, let it be if you don't want to, let's go to the Northern Territory." Chu Yanchuan adjusted his neckline a little, and walked towards the seat.

He had only taken two steps before his wrist was grabbed, turning his head, Jing Feirong blushed and did not look at him, raised his chin slightly, and said quite proudly: "Then, then do it. "

In the dark bedroom, no candle was lit, only some light came in from outside the door.

Chu Yanchuan was leaned against the wall with his back knees hooked by Jing Feirong, his clothes were half-faded and hung messily on his wrists.The shadows are mottled, unable to hide the blurred marks on the skin, most of them were bitten by the scene last night, and they haven't disappeared yet.It is easy to leave marks on Chu Yanchuan's body, and Jing Feirong didn't care much about his hands when he was on the bed, especially the few fingerprints on his ankles.

clearly.

Jing Feirong has good physical strength, so he doesn't mind doing it standing up while hugging Chu Yanchuan, but Chu Yanchuan's back is pressed against the cold and hard wall, which already hurts a little.

He clasped Jing Feirong's shoulder, let go of the lip he had bitten for a long time, panted a few times, and said, "Your Highness, go to bed..."

Jing Feirong still had Chu Yanchuan's nipple in his mouth, upon hearing this, he frowned in displeasure, and said vaguely, "No, not on Pluto's bed."

Chu Yanchuan couldn't help moaning: "This is my room..."

Jing Feirong's grandma stopped eating, and raised her head abruptly, her voice was low and hoarse, revealing a ferocious ferocity: "Do you live together?"

"Hiss..." Chu Yanchuan was stimulated by the sudden ruthless push from under him, and he took a deep breath before replying, "I am the deputy general of the underworld... There is a bedroom here Not unusual...."

Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, just hugged Chu Yanchuan and went to the bed, and the strength below him also eased a little.After pumping slowly for a while, he whispered, "I didn't know you were the lieutenant general."

Chu Yanchuan's only official position on the surface was the mountain god of Yunzi Mountain, Jing Feirong knew very little about him, and he really didn't know that he also had an official position in the underworld.

He thought in his heart that it was really cheap for Pluto, such a noble emperor should only serve as a lieutenant in the underworld, which is unreasonable.

"Dijun, does your back hurt?" He touched the tip of Chu Yanchuan's nose and asked, "Did I use too much force just now?"

Chu Yanchuan was pressed under the soft bed quilt by him, shook his head, put his arms around Jing Feirong's neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness Fifth, remember to cum inside."

Jing Feirong's head thumped, and regardless of Dijun Tong's approval, he bit down hard on his lips.

"It's much better." Jing Feirong lit a candle, and licked and licked the wound on Chu Yanchuan's collarbone. Seeing that the scar was gradually healing, he raised his head to look at Chu Yanchuan, with bright eyes, and asked, "How about it?" Does it hurt?"

Chu Yanchuan touched the collarbone, looking in a rare trance, his long hair spread all over the bed, the corners of his eyes were red, his lips were swollen from being bitten by Jing Feirong, he opened his eyes , Said: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Your Highness, you can set off for the Northern Territory."

The two got up and put on their clothes. Jing Feirong was worried that Chu Yanchuan was exhausted at first, but outside the hall, under the light, Chu Yanchuan's appearance appeared to be lively, even the tips of his eyebrows seemed to glow, making it hard to move his eyes away .

"Is the Northern Territory extremely uneven? My father never allowed me to set foot in it before. Maybe I think I'm not capable enough. After all, the dry marsh is an important place."

Chu Yanchuan looked at the road ahead and shook his head: "It's not about His Highness Fifth."

Jing Feirong frowned: "Master Pluto went to the early court today, and later asked me to come to the Northern Territory, saying that it was the order of the father, I can't figure it out."

"Evil spirits collided with the barrier this morning." Chu Yanchuan's answer was somewhat irrelevant.

"That's why the emperor was injured?" Jing Feirong turned his head to look at Chu Yanchuan, and quickly stopped talking, "Ah... then the evil spirits who want to come to the northern region must be more difficult to deal with than the southern region."

When he reached the border of the Dry Marsh, Jing Feirong raised his eyes and saw the magic seal in the center, like a round of scarlet flames, wrapped in a fuzzy human figure, fiercely reflected in his pitch-black eyes.An indescribable strange feeling suddenly surged in Jing Feirong's heart, spreading from the chest cavity, filling all the limbs with the blood vessels——

Suddenly, as if a blunt knife had been pierced through his body, Jing Feirong subconsciously suppressed his heart, looked down, there was nothing abnormal, only the indescribable palpitations in his chest and the pain stretched into his mind.

A slightly cool palm was suddenly attached to the back of the neck, and the cold spiritual breath penetrated, peeling off the messy stinging pain like silk, Jing Feirong slowly opened his eyes, wrinkled his brows and gasped slightly.Chu Yanchuan stroked the back of his neck again, and said: "The Northern Territory is no better than the Southern Territory, especially near the Dry Marsh, where there is a strong demonic energy and surrounded by evil spirits. It is inevitable that you will not get used to it when you come here for the first time."

But Jing Feirong felt that it was more than that, even if it was a demonic obstacle, as a celestial dragon, he had a powerful spirit to fight against it.He has encountered countless vicious and vicious demons in the Southern Territory, and he has been wearing a strong and strong sword for hundreds of years. Even when he broke his arm and was trapped in the evil formation, he never felt so palpitating.What's more, the magic seal of the dry marsh has suppressed evil spirits for nearly ten thousand years, and its magic power is limitless. It shouldn't be like this around.

Suddenly there was a small sound next to his ear, a few strands of hair were slightly moved by the dark wind from unknown sources, Jing Feirong squinted his eyes, and the fingertips under his sleeves moved imperceptibly, just as he was about to make a move, Chu Yan Chuan was already one step ahead of him, and he raised his hand sharply and squeezed it hard.

In front of the nothingness, a black shadow instantly changed from virtual to real, and accompanied by hissing screams, the demon that was strangled by Chu Yanchuan's neck quickly split and dissipated, and finally turned into a cluster of blue flames, Chu Yanchuan turned Grasp it and crush it completely.

It's not just this one, Jing Feirong was silent for a moment, mobilized his spiritual breath to patrol around, and found that the surroundings were already full of demons, presumably it must have been premeditated, or——this is what Chu Yanchuan and the others want every day in the Northern Territory Facing.

Rusting a few times, more than a dozen feet away, there is a monster protruding, rolling in dust and heading straight for the door. Chu Yanchuan frowned slightly, and was about to fight, but his eyes were suddenly covered by a hand, and the palm was warm. , forcing him to close his dry eyes irresistibly.

"Dijun was injured only this morning." Jing Feirong's clear and clean voice came from next to his ear, with a kind of collected calmness, he said, "Now you should take a good rest."

Without waiting for Chu Yanchuan to speak, Jing Feirong raised his other hand, and lightly hooked his fingertips upwards, the distant sky suddenly heard a mournful sword cry, a silver-white sword light pierced the black clouds, and came through the sky with a sharp cold wind, Jing Feirong shook his hand, and the pure black holy sword was instantly held in his hand.The holy sword had a spirit, and it took an inch out of its sheath by itself, and the cold light on the blade instantly illuminated his pupils.

When Chu Yanchuan opened his eyes again, Jing Feirong was already flying up with a sword in one hand, his body was filled with aura, and there was a hazy blue glow in the black sky of the demon world.

As the wind and cloud surged, Chu Yanchuan stood on the spot and raised his head slightly, looking at the young god who was fighting fiercely, his pair of beautiful eyes were as calm as snow on a mountain, and he could only catch a few ripples when he looked carefully.

The Six Realms have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. This seems to be the first time someone stopped him behind him. Unfortunately, some people are born in the forefront. Even if they take a hundred steps back, they will have to bear it.