My magic stick is going to heaven!

When Wu Xiyan heard the commotion and rushed out, he happened to see Wen Fengmian stepping on someone, bent down, holding a chicken bone in his hand, and asked aggressively:

"Why do you want to eat my chicken drumsticks?! Talk!"

Wu Xiyan let out a muffled laugh out of time, and then dealt with the remaining thieves, and then came to Wen Fengmian, persuading him:

"Enough is enough. They also want to live, and they don't have to take human life."

With that said, Wen Fengmian is definitely not happy:

"In these days, who doesn't do it because of stuttering, but that's not the reason why he snatched my chicken leg!"

Wu Xiyan pulled him, and persuaded in a low voice: "Okay, this place is no longer safe, officers and soldiers will come over soon, we have to leave quickly."

Depressed, Wen Fengmian withdrew his feet and complained:

"What's wrong with the world, people still hide from officials."

"That's the way of the world."

Wu Xiyan replied him helplessly, and then let the thieves go. After they left, Wu Xiyan immediately ordered the boy to pack up and prepare to leave.

After simply tidying up and bringing some valuables, they left in a hurry without leaving a message for Wen Fengting.

Wu Xiyan did not expect that brother Wen asked him to take care of Wen Fengmian, and this care took him more than a year.

During this year, Wen Fengting seemed to have disappeared, and Wu Xiyan took Wen Fengmian around to inquire about news, but they all disappeared, and it was difficult to get any more news.

Wen Fengmian is probably used to being carefree, he hasn't seen his third brother for a year, and with Wu Xiyan's side, he also lives a prosperous, unrestrained and happy life.

The two had experienced fleeing, chasing and killing, and sharing joys and sorrows, which made Wu Xiyan feel even more that Wen Fengmian, the young man of the Yinyang shop, seemed to be simple-minded and playful all day long, but his amazing perseverance and superb martial arts made him admire him. .

Wen Fengmian's martial arts were taught by Wen Fengting himself, and all of his true teachings have been passed down. Wen Fengting is already one of the best masters in the world, so the martial arts taught by him will definitely be difficult to rival.

Sitting in the abandoned mansion, Wen Fengmian leaned crookedly on Wu Xiyan's body, and said pitifully:

"Ah Yan, I've eaten too much, my stomach is very uncomfortable."

Wu Xiyan frowned, and reached out to touch his stomach, it was indeed rounder than usual, and it seemed that he was indeed supported.

He lowered his head, stared for a while, and then said:

"Do you want to relieve yourself?"

Wen Fengmian glared at him: "Don't go, don't go, don't move, let me lie down and digest it."

Wu Xiyan nodded, then obediently did not move, but said, "You should stand up for a while to digest."

Reluctantly, Wen Fengmian got into the clothes on his chest, and said coquettishly:

"If you don't stand or stand, I want you to lie down on me as a pillow."

"You look like a child."

Over the past year or so, Wu Xiyan has gotten used to this kind of intimate relationship, let him take it for granted, let him pamper him slowly, and finally indulge in it.

It was late at night, Wu Xiyan stared at Wen Fengmian's peaceful sleeping face by the moonlight, and kissed him on the smooth forehead like a ghost.

There is a faint joy in the cautiousness, which is the ultimate joy of stealing a kiss from the beloved.

Since when did this demon get so deep.

Wu Xiyan was in this posture, lost in thought, and didn't close his eyes all night.