The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

When Cheng Ying's fingers touched the belt, Xu Wangzhi also grabbed his wrist.

"What?" Xu Wangzhi asked him holding his breath.

Cheng Ying raised the corner of his mouth, let him grab his wrist, and moved his fingers lightly to tidy up his loose and messy clothes: "The clothes are messed up."

Xu Wangzhi: "...Get lost."

Cheng Ying is gone.

In the water pavilion, Xu Wangzhi leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

He thought Cheng had won him just now...

Dispelling the brief daydream, Xu Wangzhi walked out of the guest bedroom and changed to another place to read.

It is a good place to play and enjoy the water on the waterside corridor.

Xu Wangzhi sat on the ground in the corridor, leaning against the pillars, looking at the lake view, and only started to read the book again when his mind gradually calmed down.

Under the waterfall, Cheng Ying sat cross-legged on the stone, let the waterfall wash his body, and slowly closed his eyes and settled down.

Outside Shiting Lake, Jiang Xiannan brought the members of the Huaiyin Sword Sect to collect all the tokens that could be collected, but there were only five in total.

"The young city lord of Fengqing City still has a token in his hand, it may be the one with the highest score." Jiang Xiannan said to his companion, "Find him and take the token, but be careful of the young man in black beside him."

"After all, he is the Young City Lord of Fengqing City, will he..."

Someone tried to remind him, but Jiang Xiannan gave him a look and silenced him.

"The trial meeting is the trial meeting. What does it have to do with whether he is the young city lord?" Jiang Xiannan said slowly.

Excluding the connection between Feng Qingcheng and Xu Wangzhi, he would like to see how a late stage Chenghong with acquired spiritual roots would deal with the late stage of no dream during the trial meeting.

Three days later, Jiang Xiannan looked at the attendant who was always by Xu Wangzhi's side with an ugly expression.

"Where is Xu Wangzhi?"

Xiang Shan was restrained by the disciples of the Huaiyin Sword Sect, and when he heard Jiang Xiannan's question, he remained silent.

Jiang Xiannan didn't want to make the scene too ugly. Although all sects spoke with strength during the trial meeting, torturing monks would still cause confrontation in the public.

"It's okay, just follow us from now on."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Xiannan didn't force it. His subordinates were detained by other sects. If Xu Wangzhi wanted to save face, he would definitely find him.

... On the fifth day, Jiang Xiannan's patience was on the verge of collapse.

"Your young city lord has already abandoned you, what are you still insisting on?" Jiang Xiannan kicked Xiangshan lightly, "I just want a token and don't hurt anyone. If you tell me where he is, I will go find him." Can."

Xiang Shan repeated for the thousand and one time: "I don't know where the young city master is."

Even if he knew, he wouldn't say it.

Jiang Xiannan squatted down and lowered his voice: "You don't want to toast or eat fine wine."

Xiang Shan shut up.

Jiang Xiannan frowned and stood up: "Throw him to the reclining Buddha in the ruined temple."

These days, countless monks have strayed into the place Cheng Ying escaped from. Many of them died and many were seriously injured. Today, almost all the monks in the secret realm know that the ruined temple and reclining Buddha are at the gate of hell.

Hearing his threats like this, Xiangshan still remained silent.

Jiang Xiannan completely lost his patience.

"Throw it away."

However, when Huaiyin Sword Sect disciples led people there, three black shadows descended from the sky, sword lights flashed, and hot blood splashed on his clothes.

In a blink of an eye, Xiang Shan was rescued by the three shadows.

The injured disciple looked at Jiang Xiannan: "Brother, he has accomplices."

Jiang Xiannan: "Catch up."

After waiting for so many days, Xu Wangzhi finally came out.

However, when they caught up and the two sides fought, Jiang Xiannan realized that he was wrong.

The person who came was not Xu Wangzhi at all, but Xu Wangzhi's three dogs.

Even Cheng Ying was nowhere to be seen.

The only possibility is that they acted separately, Cheng Ying and Xu Wangzhi were together, so he never met them along the way.

"withdraw."

Jiang Xiannan squinted his eyes, pulled away and left.

The disciples of Huaiyin Sword Sect were stunned for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses and left behind Jiang Xiannan.

Xing Jia received Jiang Xiannan's sword, a little reluctantly, and when the person left in front of him, he immediately turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xiang Shan was startled: "Xing Jia, are you okay?"

Xingjia shook his head.

"My lord." The other two Xingziwei skillfully took out the healing medicine for him.

The group found a place to sit down.

After leaving Xu Wangzhi, Xiangshan chose to go alone for the sake of experience, so he separated from Xingjia and the others, but he didn't expect to meet Jiang Xiannan, the disaster star.

"Do you know where the young master is? We have to meet up with the young master quickly, Jiang Xiannan wants to snatch the token from the young master." Xiang Shanyu was worried.

Several disciples of the Huaiyin Sword Sect were stronger than them. On their side, except for Xing Jia and Cheng Yingneng who fought them, the others, including himself, were of no help at all.

"I don't know." Xing Jia shook his head, "It is forbidden to use communication spirit jade in the secret realm."

But unlike Xiangshan's worry, Xingjia's performance is more stable and calm.

"The young master will come to us, we can rest assured to wait for him."

……

The passage of time in the water pavilion is almost imperceptible.

Xu Wangzhi only read two books, but found that four days had passed, that is to say, this was their sixth day in the secret realm.

Almost time to leave.

After tidying up the books he hadn't finished reading, Xu Wangzhi thought about it, and returned all the things to their original places.

"Senior, thank you."

Thanks to the few books he left here, he has a new direction of practice.

Afterwards, Xu Wangzhi no longer missed it, and Yu Jian left the water pavilion and headed under the waterfall.

Just like he was immersed in cultivation, he hadn't returned to the water pavilion in the past few days.

When Xu Wangzhi came to the bottom of the waterfall, he saw Cheng Ying in black at a glance.

The black clothes had already been soaked in water, and they were tightly attached to Cheng Ying's body. The tough and smooth lines of his body were clearly visible. Xu Wangzhi, who was about to open his mouth to call someone, paused, found a clean stone beside him and sat down, silent. Watch Cheng Ying practice.

The torrent washed over Cheng Ying's body, as if hitting a rock. Cheng Ying remained motionless in a fixed posture, allowing the water droplets to burst and splash.

The handsome face was wet, and the water flowed down his forehead, chin, neck, and sank into the black clothes...

Xu Wangzhi watched and slightly pursed his lower lip.

After an unknown amount of time, the person under the waterfall raised the corners of his mouth, slowly opened his eyes, and asked him, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Xu Wangzhi was not surprised that he could detect his arrival, and said honestly: "Look at you."

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Ying had come out of the waterfall and jumped to the position beside Xu Wangzhi, keeping a certain distance to ensure that the water on his body would not splash on Xu Wangzhi.

"Is that so?" Cheng Ying looked at him with a smile.

He could have dried his clothes with spiritual power, but he didn't.

Xu Wangzhi was stunned for a moment, and raised his finger to point at his wet clothes that clinging to his body: "Quickly dry it."

Cheng Ying grabbed his hand: "I was a little exhausted just now, can you help me?"

Is this still helpful?

Xu Wangzhi was held by him, and his palm pressed against his chest through the wet clothes.

Forget it, isn't it just drying clothes?

With his spiritual power running, Xu Wangzhi quickly completed the task.

"it is good……"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Ying grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms.

"Thank you." Cheng Ying leaned in his ear and said to him.

Xu Wangzhi endured the fever in his ears: "It's a small matter."

"Did you miss me these days?" Cheng Ying asked suddenly.

Xu Wangzhi thought for a while: "No."

As soon as he read the book, he immediately forgot the time.

Looking back, I only feel that I was separated from Cheng Ying just now, so how can I feel missing.

Hearing this, Cheng Ying let go of his hand: "I miss you all the time."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xu Wangzhi felt that he seemed to hear from Cheng Ying's words... grievances?

"Ahem..." Xu Huangzhi coughed twice, and patted his arm comfortingly, "I miss you too."

"Perfunctory." Cheng Ying looked at him with a half-smile.

Xu Wangzhi: "...Then what do you want?"

You can't blame him for being too engrossed in reading and practicing too seriously, right?

"I want to..." Cheng Ying lowered his head and moved closer to his ear again, his lips parted, "...kiss you."

Xu Wangzhi remembered the kiss in the water pavilion.

"Didn't you just kiss?"

"Just?" Cheng Ying bit his earlobe, "Obviously four days have passed."

Xu Wangzhi felt the pain and shrank his neck.

"It's just that you didn't think about my four days at all." Cheng Ying added.

Xu Wangzhi tilted his head and leaned over to cover his mouth.

Cheng Ying chuckled, squeezed into his lips and teeth, aggressively occupying him.

Lingli dried Cheng Ying's clothes, but his lips were still moist, and the wet drops of water on his cheeks touched Xu Wangzhi's cheeks, making him feel a little cold, and at the same time, he was dragged into confusion In enthusiasm.

Before kissing Cheng Ying, Xu Wangzhi never thought about the fact that a kiss would make people's mind go blank.

Even though he has seen many romantic or fiery plots in film and television dramas, he only thinks that, and he doesn't understand why some people are so overly enthusiastic about exchanging saliva.

But he doesn't hate Cheng Ying's kiss, or it can be said that he likes it.

He likes that all his thoughts are filled with the touch on his lips, and his breath is the breath of the other party.

Cheng Ying's kisses are very domineering, always attacking the city without letting go of any place, plundering his breath, making the tip of his tongue ache, and even closing his eyes can feel the trembling of his soul...

"Stop for a while."

Xu Wangzhi raised his hand, held Cheng Ying's face, and gently pushed him.

Cheng Ying held his breath restrainedly and pressed his forehead against his.

"what happened?"

Xu Wangzhi: "Just don't move."

Cheng Ying looked down at him.

Xu Wangzhi raised his head, and kissed him lightly, his lips pressed against his lips, it was the simplest kiss.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Xu Huangzhi retreated a little, his warm breath was intertwined, and the distance between their lips was less than a piece of paper.

Lips that have been moistened lightly.

There was moisture on the lips, and Cheng Ying's breathing became short of breath.

One more time.

The big hand with well-defined bones grasped the back of Xu Wang's head.

"You deliberately?"