After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

The mahogany, a heavenly treasure, has been extinct as early as 1000 years ago. The existing mahogany is the dead wood left over from the ancient secret realm, which can be encountered but not sought.

Ning Buwei was stunned, not because this thing was rare, but because someone had stuffed a small piece of mahogany into his hand in the same way.

Generally speaking, people who practice the ruthless way are cold-hearted and do not love love. Although there are also those who practice the ruthless way do the opposite and form a couple with others, but generally there will be no good results—either the inner demons gradually If you have to kill your wife or husband to prove the Tao, or the Taoist couple can't stand the coldness and leave voluntarily, you will still be alone in the end.

Ning Buwei has practiced the way of ruthlessness since he was a child, and has rejected countless rotten peach blossoms, but when he was young and ignorant, when he couldn't practice well, he also had a hothead.

It was on the way back to Xun Mansion after receiving a letter from Ning Xingyuan's family, and he successfully got a leave of absence, without listening to the old man Hao Zheng's nagging, 16-year-old Ning Chengfeng was in a great mood.

It was probably because of extreme joy that gave birth to sorrow. There was a problem with the teleportation array leading to Zhongzhou from Qianfu. Although he was lucky enough to save his life, he was seriously injured, his dantian was shattered, and he was teleported to the boundless swamp and mountain plain.

I have used the pills, spells and spirits on my body over and over again, but there is still no spiritual power.

He dragged his seriously injured body and walked alone in the swamp for dozens of days, but the edge of the swamp in front of him still couldn't be seen.In the 10,000+ miles of the swampy mountains, he also knew that he would not be able to get out, and there was a high probability that he would die here, but he was still struggling unwillingly.

His physical strength was finally exhausted, his feet went limp and he fell to the ground.

He was unconscious, lying in the swamp and sinking slowly, his mouth and nose were about to disappear, but he couldn't move his whole body. When he was in despair and panic, a pale hand grabbed his front and pulled him out of the swamp. pulled out.

There was a very light bitter smell on that person, mixed with a secret smell of blood, mixed with the wet and cold smell of the swamp, it didn't smell very good.

Ning Chengfeng frowned subconsciously, and stretched out his hand to push the person away, but the person directly pressed him into his arms, "Don't move."

The voice sounded very cold and shallow, making it hard to tell the difference between male and female. He vomited blood while lying in this person's arms, and closed his eyes in a daze.

There were many sinister things in the swamp, the screams and the sound of sharp blades piercing the air were intertwined, and the smell of blood instantly covered up all the smells. He put his face on the man's shoulder and blocked his nose in disgust.

The opponent's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't push him away.

He woke up again, in a stone cave.

The wooden branches were crackling and burning, and the flames were dancing, but the surroundings were still gloomy and cold. He leaned against the stone wall, dying, and looked at the person opposite.

The man was wrapped in a black robe airtightly, and the wide hat covered his entire face, making it impossible to tell the difference between male and female.

He sat there silently, fiddled with the fire with a dead branch, the exposed hand was pale and slender, you could see the faint veins on the back of the hand, the wrist was thin, tied with a thin red rope, looking inexplicable nice.

Although Ning Chengfeng practiced the ruthless way, he looked arrogant and arrogant on weekdays, but he was still young, and he still had the vivacity and curiosity of a young man in his temperament. After a long silence, he still couldn't help but said, "Thank you, friend Daoist, for your help."

"Yeah." The man was quite amiable, and he responded lukewarmly.

Suddenly, the scene became cold again, Ning Chengfeng raised his eyes to look at him, but he didn't see the face under the hood clearly through the firelight, he cleared his throat and said, "Ning Chengfeng in Xiaxun Mansion, what's your name as fellow Taoist?"

The man seemed not interested in who he was at all, so he poked the fire again, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Ning Chengfeng wondered what kind of stupid name it was, but seeing that the other party was his life-saving benefactor, he praised against his will: "It's very artistic."

The other party was silent for a moment, "I don't remember."

Ning Chengfeng: "...Oh."

"Sorry." He paused and then said, "Do fellow Taoist know where this is?"

"The marshes of Qianfu and Zhongzhou." The other party seemed to dislike him for being noisy, so he got up and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

It was pitch black outside the entrance of the cave, the wind was howling, and there was a shrill roar coming from nowhere. Ning Chengfeng leaned against the stone wall and could not move. Seeing this, he forcibly straightened up and stood up against the wall, "Where are you going—"

Before he finished speaking, he spat out dirty blood, and there was a sharp pain in his dantian, which made his eyes turn black.

The man came and helped him sit up.

Ning Chengfeng knew that the chance of getting out of the swamp alive with serious injuries was very small, so he grabbed the opponent's wrist, regardless of the blood on his hand staining the red rope, and said forcefully: "My brother is Ning Chengfeng. Xingyuan, if you send me back to Ningcheng, Ningfu will definitely thank you very much."

Whether it is Ning Xingyuan or the Ning family, they are very capable in the Seventeen States. The young master lured them with money, and he was sure that the other party would not refuse.

"I don't know." Although the man's tone was cold, he didn't break his hand away, "I'll go out and find you something to eat."

Young Master Ning was stunned, let go of his hand embarrassingly, but still insisted on showing the bearing of a nobleman, and said as if nothing had happened: "Well, then you can go."

The opponent didn't move.

Ning Chengfeng looked at him suspiciously.

"Let go." The man said.

Ning Chengfeng's hand seemed to be scorched by flames, he let go of it suddenly, but clasped it tightly again in the next second, "I'll go with you."

If the other party just talked nicely and walked away, then staying here would still be a dead end.

His strong will to survive made him unable to continue to be reserved, so he could only cling to the other party in a shameless manner.

The man was surprisingly good-tempered. Hearing this, not only did he not refuse, but he reached out and hugged him horizontally.

Ning Chengfeng's face froze, and he said in a firm tone: "You can support me."

"Your dantian is broken." The man looked down at him, but the hood must have used some kind of blindfold, it was pitch black, and looked inexplicably horrified, "There is no flesh and blood under the right rib, if you didn't use the spirit pill Filled with medicine, it won’t last for a few days.”

Ning Chengfeng immediately shut up, a man can bend and stretch, but being hugged is nothing compared to his life.

The man was invisible when he was sitting, but he was quite tall when he stood up. Ning Chengfeng was driven by curiosity and asked, "You really can't even remember your name?"

"Hmm." The other party responded.

Ning Chengfeng was a little annoyed when the other party asked a question and popped out a single word. He was used to being cold and cold. Some unhappy.

Young people are always eager to win in some inexplicable places, and they made up their minds to hook him up and say a few more words.

"Then do you remember how old you are?"

"Should be more than a hundred years old." The tone was uncertain.

"Is there a Taoist companion or a family member from the same sect?"

"No." This time he was very sure.

"Loose repair?"

"I don't know."

"How long have you been in this swamp?"

"More than two months."

"Then how did you lose your memory?"

"Being obsessed."

Ning Chengfeng was silent for a while.

Ordinary monks who go crazy usually have no good end, either they are really crazy, or their vitality is seriously injured. Even if they are lucky enough to return to the right path, they will leave their demons behind, and the danger will increase greatly every time they break through.

But this person doesn't look like he has fallen into the devil's way.

As a famous decent sect, Young Master Ning is just as jealous of evil as his brother, and even sneers at people in the devil way. Not to mention going crazy, even if the sky falls, he will abide by the righteous way and never do anything that violates morality.

The other party took him for a while before finding a fruit tree and picking some fruits for him to eat.

Ning Chengfeng took a bite, feeling dry and bitter, and immediately spat it out twice.

"Unpalatable?" the man asked.

"It's not for people to eat." Ning Chengfeng threw the fruit away, "Walk around, don't look for it, I won't starve to death for a while."

So the other party took him back to the cave.

The fire had already been extinguished, the cave was cold and damp, and he had no spiritual protection and was seriously injured. Ning Chengfeng couldn't bear it anymore. The man was sitting next to him, his body was warm, and he couldn't help poking him. arm.

"Hey, are you cold?" he asked.

"Not cold." The other party said.

Ning Chengfeng coughed uncomfortably, and said not very euphemistically: "Then can I take your cloak for use?"

"..." The other party was silent for a while without speaking.

Ning Chengfeng was even more uncomfortable, and even a little annoyed, he is a dignified little son of the Ning family, he always has what he wants, even if he doesn't want it, someone will send it to him, he didn't expect that one day he would be wronged for a cloak, the most annoying What's more, the other party also rejected him.

Ning Chengfeng pretended to be far away from him unintentionally, but he was very angry, and he had to suppress his temper, warning that he had to rely on this person for his life.

Unexpectedly, that person seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and suddenly asked, "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold." Ning Chengfeng said firmly.

The man lifted the cloak, "I can hug you."

Ning Chengfeng's face froze, "No need."

He was afraid that he would run away before, but now being hugged for no reason, Ning Chengfeng felt that it was inappropriate.

The other party didn't force it when they saw this, and when the cloak was closed, it turned into a black ball again.

Cold and hungry, the wound was still aching, Ning Chengfeng didn't know whether he passed out or fell asleep, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

In a daze, someone wrapped him in his arms, a big warm ball, and he subconsciously wanted to get closer.

He was just growing tall, and his strength was neither light nor heavy. He hugged the other party and refused to let go when he felt the warmth of the other party.

He vaguely noticed that the other party was stiff and at a loss, but Mr. Ning was not caring at all, so he forcibly hugged him for most of the night.

When he woke up the next day, Ning Chengfeng found that he was hugging him and didn't let go. He wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, he calmly adjusted the messy front of the other person, "Thank you."

He might look calmer if his ears weren't hot.

"Hmm." The other party seemed to be less calm than him, and sat stiffly on the spot, wrapping himself tightly with the cloak again, turning into a pitch-black mass.

Ning Chengfeng raised his eyebrows.

It looks inexplicably... a little cute?

He looked away uncomfortably, rubbed his still warm fingertips, then raised his hand to touch his nose, feeling that he was bullying.

Even eager to try to bully him hard.

So in the next few days, Young Master Ning found fun. Although he was seriously injured and had trouble moving, he still jumped happily. Sometimes he felt cold and then wanted to go out to get some fresh air. He wanted someone to hug him to pick fruits. But he did everything obediently.

So Ning Chengfeng resolutely pushed his nose on his face, and became addicted to bullying people.

At first, he pretended to be asleep and leaned against the other person, but then he directly lifted the cloak cover and hugged the other person's waist, refusing to let go. Every time the other person froze, at this time, he was very unreserved and proud of himself , even the wound is not so painful.

Although the opponent is tall, the narrow waist feels very good when hugged. Sometimes Ning Chengfeng will deliberately rub it, and the opponent will become more stiff, but he will not push him away.

"...When you send me to the Ning Mansion, my elder brother will definitely thank you." Ning Chengfeng yawned and fell asleep with his arms around him, "You are my savior, from now on we will be life and death Brothers who were close friends, we will be married to Jinlan after we go out."

The other party was noncommittal.

Ning Chengfeng thought he was very loyal, he tried to place the other party as a brother like Wen Zaye Cui Ci, but he felt something was wrong——

After all, he would not want to bully Wen Zaiye and Cui Ci all the time, let alone sleep with each other in his arms.

Ning Chengfeng couldn't figure it out, so he just stopped thinking about it.

After resting for a few days, they continued on their way.

"You don't have a name, why don't I pick one for you?" Ning Chengfeng thought that he was very familiar with him, so he couldn't keep calling "Ai Ai".

The man looked down at him, "Yeah."

Ning Chengfeng thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of him, and said with a smile, "Taking the wind for thousands of miles, soaring upwards, why don't you just call him Wanli."

"Okay." It was very easy to speak to the direction.

Ning Chengfeng felt comfortable all over, a little inexplicably happy and proud, but it was difficult to accurately appreciate this inexplicable joy, so he simply put all his energy on this person, and always liked to tease him.

Sometimes Wan Li was pushed into a hurry by him, so he simply ignored him for most of the day.

So he was able to coax people flexibly and flexibly. Young Master Ning has never coaxed others, but he can always learn by himself without a teacher.

In the vast swamp, it was rare to see living things. The two of them walked for more than half a month without seeing the side.

Wan Li seldom speaks, but his voice is very pleasant. Ning Buwei is very curious and always wants to see his true face, but the other party stubbornly refuses to show him.

"Could it be that you are extremely ugly?" Ning Chengfeng said angrily.

"Well, it will scare you." Wan Li stuffed his stretched out claws back into the cloak.

"It's okay, I won't dislike you." Ning Chengfeng said so, but his eyes couldn't help looking at his Adam's apple and the smooth collarbone under the skirt.

Wan Li has a cold personality and looks cold, his skin is a bit too white, and the exposed half of his neck is slender and fair. Once he saw the other man's chin flashing past. In all fairness, it was the most beautiful chin he had ever seen. .

But he likes Wan Li's wrist tied with a red string the most, and he can admire it for a long time when he shows it occasionally, but after Wan Li finds out, he never shows it again.

Ning Chengfeng didn't know why he commented on his "good brother", but couldn't help but want to take a look at it, and finally attributed it to being too boring in the swamp.

He wasn't always this energetic, though.

Occasionally he would be a little worried, and would ask Wan Li, "Can my dantian grow back if it's broken?"

He didn't study very seriously when he was in Wanxuan Yuan, and he was a little uncertain.

Wan Li was silent for a moment, "I don't know."

Hearing what he said, Ning Chengfeng felt a little uncertain and frowned.

Upon seeing this, Wan Li said, "If you don't mind, I can enter your Sea of ​​Consciousness and help you repair it."

Although they have been together for more than half a month, it is necessary to be cautious about entering the sea of ​​consciousness, even between relatives of Taoist couples, not to mention asking the other party to mend his own dantian. If there is a trace of wrong intention in Wan Wanli, he will die without burial. land.

Although Ning Chengfeng was young, he still had a brain, so he politely rejected him when he heard the words, and Wan Li never mentioned it again.

But Ning Chengfeng felt that he seemed a little unhappy.

So he coaxed people without a teacher, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that things like entering the sea of ​​consciousness are usually done between Taoist companions, and you refuse to be my Taoist companion, how can I let you?" Entering my sea of ​​consciousness casually? If my future Taoist partner finds out, they will definitely annoy me and be jealous of me."

Wan Li stopped, looked down at him, and said calmly, "How do you know I won't?"

This time it was Ning Chengfeng who froze.

He was just looking for perfunctory excuses—although he didn't understand why he used Taoist couple's words as an excuse, but he didn't want to be stunned by Wanli's words.

Wan Li also seemed to feel that something was wrong, he was silent for a while, and then continued to walk forward.

But since this conversation, the atmosphere between them has become a little strange. Specifically, Ning Chengfeng no longer clamored to hug him to keep warm, and refused to let him hug him, even teasing him, except on the way. The number of times will be less.

So Wanli became even more silent.

The two of them walked awkwardly for more than ten days.

One night, they burned a fire in the windy place to keep warm, Ning Chengfeng sat inside leaning against a stone, and Wan Li sat beside him to shield him from the wind.

Ning Chengfeng was struggling, when a small piece of red wood was suddenly stuffed into his hand.

He froze for a moment.

Then he picked up the wood to look at it, and was taken aback. Although mahogany is precious and rare, it is very recognizable. There is still a piece in the Ningfu treasury, but it is much shorter than the one in his hand. "Is this a cut mahogany?"

"Hmm." Wanli said in a muffled voice.

"You give me such a precious thing?" He was a little surprised.

Wanli nodded, but said nothing.

He tried his best to flatten the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, "What are you doing for me?"

The person sitting next to him silently lifted his cloak, "It's cold outside."