My master is obedient and soft

Zheqing and Lingyin looked at the scene in the secret mirror of Kunlun together. The scene was so real that Zheqing thought for a moment that he had returned to 300 years ago.

He looked at himself at that time and said to Wen Yuan that he was going to retreat and told his little apprentice not to worry, but Wen Yuan really obediently didn't ask anything.

Zheqing himself didn't notice the smile gradually emerging on his face, all of this was seen by Lingyin beside him.

The scene stayed in front of Huan Shui Pavilion, without even changing.Zheqing saw that during his retreat, Wen Yuan was still the same as usual, waking up in the morning to practice swords, taking a nap at noon, and going to bed on time at Haishi. Everything in his life was very regular, and it seemed that there was no change from before.

After a long time, Lingyin asked, "Did you see anything unusual?"

Zheqing stared at the realistic scene in front of him, and slowly shook his head.

"That's strange, maybe...you think too much?" Lingyin has also heard about a series of things such as Wen Yuan's identity being discovered, but seeing Zheqing's appearance, he seems to be a little suspicious.

Zheqing said slowly: "I don't know, I always feel a little strange, the more I think about it for so many years, the more I feel..."

As he was talking, he suddenly paused, his eyes darkened, and he was about to fall to the side if he couldn't stand upright.

Lingyin quickly caught Zheqing, wrapped one arm around his waist, and hurriedly grabbed his wrist with the other.

The sudden dizziness made Zheqing almost unable to stand, at this moment his whole body was almost wrapped in Lingyin's arms, from a side angle, the posture of the two was extremely intimate.

Zheqing didn't recover from the dizziness for a while, and he himself trusted Lingyin, so he was almost unaware of it.

An imperceptible light flickered in Lingyin's eyes, and he did not let go of Zheqing, but asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

Zheqing said: "Maybe it's because I haven't rested recently..."

When Zheqing came to his senses, he realized that the two of them were a little too close at this moment. Lingyin held his wrist tightly. For some reason, Zheqing suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

He staggered his body and broke free from Lingyin's arms without leaving any traces, but the wrist with the sapphire bracelet was still held by Lingyin.

The temperature in the palm was scorching hot, until the two looked at each other, Lingyin let go of Zheqing's hand as if suddenly coming to his senses: "Look at me, you were too anxious just now."

Lingyin looked at Zheqing's expression: "We've known each other for so many years, you won't blame me for that, right?"

Zheqing said: "...No, thank you just now."

In fact, Zheqing never said anything about it. From the moment he entered that unremarkable room, the space changed, until he was left alone in that empty place for a short time, Lingyin seemed to give him an indescribable feeling.

Even earlier, Lingyin knocked him out and took him away from Wen Yuan's Nightmare Realm.

He and Lingyin have known each other for many years, and they are currently best friends. Although he went to Penglai Mountain alone to live in seclusion, their friendship has not faded because of this. Zheqing is unwilling to judge his friend with suspicion, and also Willing to trust him all the time.

And just now when Lingyin took him into his arms, Zheqing narrowed his eyes lightly, I hope it's a coincidence, it's best that his feeling is not right.

Lingyin looked at Zheqing's pale face worriedly, and asked, "Do you want to continue watching?"

Zheqing's eyes were a little dignified, and he said, "Let's have a look again."

All the changes in the scenery in front of him revolved around the previous Wen Yuan, as if he was presenting the acceleration he experienced every day in front of them. However, to Zheqing's disappointment, he did not see any abnormalities, any period of time Wen Yuan looked normal, and the people who had been in contact with him were nothing special.

Zheqing shook his head, maybe he really thought too much?

He ignored the strange feeling in his heart, and said with a smile to Lingyin: "Let's come here today, thank you Lingyin, you have consumed a lot supporting this secret mirror, go back and have a good rest."

Lingyin said: "I'm fine, but it's you..." He stretched out his hand as if to touch Zheqing's pale cheek, but suddenly stopped in mid-air when he raised his hand, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said with a smile: " Seeing that your face is so bad, you should be the one who should take a good rest."

"I've packed up a separate courtyard for you. I'll take you there later. It's very close to where I live. You should take a good rest these few days. If you need anything, just tell me."

Zheqing nodded: "Yeah."

"Let's go then."

When they went out, it was very fast, almost instantly, all the scenery in front of them broke and shattered in front of them like a burning roof, and then turned into pieces of black shadows, which slowly accumulated more and more, and then the place where they first came in A hut is slowly revealed.

Zheqing only looked back and forth at this unremarkable house this time, and he realized belatedly how the place that can use the Kunlun Secret Realm is just an ordinary house.

Zheqing looked at Lingyin and said, "This place should be equivalent to the formation eye."

Lingyin nodded: "Almost."

Zheqing looked at it slowly for a while, thought for a while, then turned around and smiled at Lingyin: "Go back."

The two of them left here.

night.

The full moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight spreads over Penglai Mountain, like a layer of beautiful silver gauze.

Zheqing was in the room Lingyin had prepared for him. Wax was lit inside the room, and the papery windows reflected a warm yellow glow.

Zheqing lightly blew out the candle, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

He walked to the window, looked out at the full moon outside, his eyes were a little solemn, and after a while, he closed the window tightly.

By analogy, Zheqing fastened the door again and checked carefully to make sure no one would come in suddenly.He set up another barrier outside the house, but due to his current decline in cultivation, the barrier can't stop people with high-level cultivation, but ordinary people have no problem living with monsters. But not as bad as that.

After finishing all this, Zheqing breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed as if discouraged.

I don't know how Wen Yuan is doing now.

I haven't seen him for several days, and to be honest Zheqing misses him a little bit.

I don't know if he has received the voice transmission he sent to him earlier, but if he has, why didn't Wen Yuan reply to him?

What is he doing now... Zhe Qing tossed and turned thinking.

He hugged the quilt beside him and took a deep breath, but exhaled in boredom... There was no smell of Wen Yuan on it.

Zheqing lay quietly on the bed, but did not fall asleep. He counted the days, today, the devil blood in his body should be about to break out.

He turned his head and looked out of the window, the full moon outside reflected a shadow through the thin window.

Zheqing has always had Wen Yuan's blood in his body, which is why he can use the magic power of the demons even though he cultivates immortality.

Zheqing held his breath and focused on drawing out the magic breath in his palm, the color of the magic breath was extremely deep tonight.

The blood of the demon race is naturally repulsive to his immortal body, and it will happen every once in a while since 300 years ago, but Zheqing has become accustomed to it from being unbearable at the beginning.

Counting the days, today's full moon night should be the time to attack.

He closed the doors and windows by himself, sat on the bed with the quilt in his arms and waited quietly.

Slowly, he felt a heat flow from the depths of his body, which was the initial reaction of the familiar demon blood attack. Along with faint itching and heart palpitations, Zheqing closed his eyes.

After a while, his cheeks were flushed red.

The body is very hot, surprisingly hot, like being boiled in lukewarm water, even though this reaction has happened countless times over the years, it still makes Zheqing unbearable.

Zheqing was completely dizzy from being burned, he couldn't escape, he couldn't escape, he was forced to sink along with him, was swallowed up, held hostage, until he lost his sanity.

For a long time, until he was exhausted from torture.

Zheqing was drenched in sweat, only wearing thin obscene clothes, already drenched.

Because the devil's nature is obscene, when the devil's blood reacts with his body, no one can resist the thousands of times of desire.

When the magic blood attacks, the situation is similar to estrus. In the past 300 years, no one would have imagined that in countless unknown late nights, the ascetic Zheqing Xianjun in the fairy world would be tormented by the addiction in his body into such a state.

The quilt was twisted into a ball by him, and the moonlight shining through the window reflected the bright and suspicious water stains.

Zheqing lay on his back on the bed, murmuring in a daze: "A Yuan..."

But A Yuan was not there.

Zheqing had a bitter face, and buried his head under the quilt in discomfort, deep tooth marks were bitten on his rosy lips.

His body was trembling, and his voice became weeping at some point: "A Yuan...I feel bad..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Zheqing froze all over, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Lingyin's voice sounded outside the door: "Zheqing, are you asleep?"

Zheqing's heartbeat rushed out of his throat, he endured the groan that was almost on the edge of his mouth and calmed down his breath.

No, he had obviously closed the doors and windows, and he didn't make any other sounds except for a groan or two that he couldn't help.

Even if the Immortal has sharp ears and eyes, and his hearing is several times better than that of ordinary people, but his house is still far away from Lingyin's residence no matter how close it is, how could Lingyin notice his strangeness and come here just now?

Lingyin's voice was still ringing outside the door: "Zheqing? I made some supper and wanted to bring it to you."

Zheqing breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was thinking too much, Lingyin just wanted to bring him supper, maybe he just noticed the noise he made inadvertently just now.

Zheqing tried her best to control her breathing, and pretended to have a hoarse sleeping voice and said to the door: "I have already fallen asleep, I will use it with you tomorrow."

I thought that Lingyin would leave after hearing his words, but at this moment, the door creaked open.