I teased the most ferocious cub in the metaphysics world

Everyone knows about Feng Mo and Ling Chan.

Guiyao and Guiyi have made it clear that they don't plan to return to Feng Mo's hands to settle down, if they don't go back, they can only find a house to live in.

Lu Yu, Gui Yao and Gui Yi occupied three guest rooms.

Before closing the door, Gui Yao blinked at Feng Mo.

The previous owner could only grow from a baby because of the need to reshape the bones, and can't do anything. Now, although it has not fully recovered to its prime, it looks eighteen or nineteen years old.

Ok……

I'm an adult.

Everyone understands~

Seeing Guiyao winking at Feng Mo, Bai Yisi lazily wraps his tail around the doorknob, yanks gently, and closes the door.

Also clicks the lock.

Guiyao: "??"

Bai Yisi: "If you're like this, Ling Chan will be jealous."

Gui Yao: "..."

"Are you planning to stay in the guest room just now?"

Leading the poor Feng Mo into the door, Ling Chan closed the door and didn't turn on the light, just leaning against the wall and looking at Feng Mo.

It was past four in the morning.

The street lamps outside the window are shining brightly, illuminating the world by the window. Looking further into the distance, clouds appear in the sky, and the sun is climbing up little by little under the clouds, and will soon emerge from the edge .

The room was a little dim, but not dark.

There was a trace of emotion in the corners of Ling Chan's eyes, and the pupils reflected the lights outside the window, which were not shining, but burned Feng Mo's heart.

Feng Mo put away the pitiful expression outside the door, his eyes were dark, he wrapped his arms around Ling Chan in his arms, his body followed closely, and his long legs were proficiently placed between Ling Chan's legs.

Feng Mo: "Never thought about it."

With a cold wall behind him and Feng Mo's fiery body in front of his chest, Ling Chan's fingers moved and then lifted up.

Ling Chan was helpless.

He knew that this guy from his family was a playwright.

Feng Mo put one arm around Ling Chan's waist, put the other hand on the back of Ling Chan's head, buried his head on the side of Ling Chan's neck, and said in a low voice, "Last time you carried me into this room. It's easy for me to come in. Let me come in." I'm leaving, it's impossible..."

Ling Chan heard Dao Fengmo's heartbeat.

One sound, calm and powerful.

Ling Chan suddenly felt at ease.

Feng Mo lightly bit Ling Chan's ear: "Master, I want to kiss you, can I?"

Ling Chan didn't answer, but he raised his right hand, clasped it on the back of Feng Mo's neck, exerted force on his wrist, and forced Feng Mo to tilt his head.

Feng Mo laughed softly, followed the strength of Ling Chan's hand, tilted his head, and kissed it.

Feng Mo tightly trapped Ling Chan in his arms, and the movement of prying Ling Chan's lips and teeth apart was not gentle, but he restrained his strength and suppressed his emotions.

Ling Chan has always followed his heart.

He wanted to have intimate contact with Feng Mo, so he opened up everything openly, and intertwined with Feng Mo, regardless of you and me.

Being teased by Feng Mo, he turned passive into active. When Feng Mo wanted to quit, he held down the back of Feng Mo's neck, hooked Feng Mo's tongue, and asked for what he wanted.

You come and go, not giving in to each other.

Feng Mo backed away slightly, calling in a low voice: "Master..."

Ling Chan responded drowsily, "Mmm..."

Feng Mo's breathing was heavy, his eyes gradually turned red.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the reddish corners of Ling Chan's eyes, lowered his head again, swept Ling Chan's mouth more and more forcefully, deprived Ling Chan of his breath, and suppressed Ling Chan's body tightly.

Feng Mo's offensive became more and more wild, Ling Chan gradually couldn't stand it, his back was numb, his legs were weak, the corners of his eyes were red, and he could only make small and broken sounds.

Ling Chan's subconscious humming exploded Feng Mo's suppressed emotions, driving Feng Mo crazy.

Feng Mo's eyes were red, almost fierce.

He wanted to tear the person in his arms apart and eat him!

Ling Chan felt it was difficult to breathe.

Feng Mo couldn't stop.

He was almost driven crazy by the man in his arms.

Ling Chan's mind was blank, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't remember how to operate his mind. He had the illusion of drowning, as if he would be suffocated to death in the next moment.

But one second before death, Feng Mo withdrew, fresh air rushing in, Ling Chan panted.

Feng Mo retreated, but did not leave.

He was still trapped by Ling Chan, pecking at the corner of Ling Chan's lips again and again, gentle and forceful.

Ling Chan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, hooking Feng Mo's neck with one hand, and pressing Feng Mo's arm with the other to support his limp body.

Ling Chan half closed his eyes: "Feng Mo..."

Feng Mo bit Ling Chan's lower lip: "Huh?"

Feng Mo's left hand lifted the corner of Ling Chan's clothes and got into Ling Chan's clothes. Ling Chan's skin was smooth and supple, making Feng Mo's hand linger, almost greedy.

The deeper you go, the less satisfied you are.

There was a scar on Feng Mo's hand, with a bumpy touch, Ling Chan endured the trembling of his body, and his voice trembled: "Wait..."

Feng Mo paused his hand and looked at Ling Chan.

Ling Chan's collar was half open, and he leaned against the wall weakly, his cheeks were very red, his eyes were blurred, and there was still a faint glimmer of water in the corners of his eyes.

That is physical tears.

Ling Chan has always been very cold and strong.

So far, Feng Mo has only seen such a weak appearance with no combat power at the mercy of others, once in the fitting room of the shopping mall, and once now.

Every time, it's because of him.

Feng Mo's heart was hot, his throat was tight, and his voice was hoarse: "Master, what do you want me to wait for?"

Ling Chan: "Take a shower..."

The task they took was the yellow house, and they went to the school non-stop after coming down from the yellow house. After going around in circles, Ling Chan didn't take a bath for five or six days.

It's still midsummer.

Although they have charms to keep dust away, and internal air to regulate their own temperature, Ling Chan still likes the most primitive cleaning.

Ling Chan pursed his lips: "Dirty..."

If he really wants to be honest and entangled with each other, Ling Chan hopes that it will be when he washes himself clean.

Ling Chan's voice was panting, much softer than the usual indifference, and Feng Mo even heard vague grievances from Ling Chan's ending.

Feng Mo raised the corners of his lips, then bowed his head to Ling Chan's ear, and laughed in a low voice, Feng Mo's voice was slightly hoarse, and his whole body trembled when he laughed.

Xia Tian's clothes were very thin, and their bodies were tightly attached, Ling Chan could clearly feel the trembling of Feng Mo's body.

Ling Chan stabilized his mind: "Why are you laughing..."

Feng Mo gently touched Ling Chan's slender neck with his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, you think too much."

Ling Chan is his treasure and deserves the best...

He is still covered with scars, his body has not fully recovered, and he has not yet given Ling Chan a prosperous wedding.

Everything is not settled yet.

How can you be in such a hurry.

Feng Mo whispered in Ling Chan's ear: "When I fully recover, I will definitely give you the most perfect me."

Ling Chan's heart was burning.

He said, "Okay."

Ling Chan heard that his voice also became hoarse.

Feng Mo clings to Ling Chan for a long time, then reluctantly lets go of Ling Chan and lets Ling Chan take a bath.

Putting out the anger all over his body with cold water, Feng Mo pulled the bath towel from the hanger, wrapped it casually around his body, then wiped his hair and left the bathroom door.

Feng Mo's skin is a few degrees darker than Ling Chan's, and his abdominal muscles are obvious, making him more masculine. Feng Mo's height is about the same as Ling Chan's now, but Feng Mo's frame is wider than Ling Chan's, making him appear taller.

The bath towel that Ling Chan usually used was not too spacious for Feng Mo.

Ling Chan changed into loose pajamas, and was standing in front of the closet, taking out the new clothes he bought for Feng Mo in the mall, and had to hang them in the closet one by one.

Hearing some movement, Ling Chan turned his head, and when he turned his head, he saw Feng Mo coming out of the bathroom door.

Feng Mo wears a bath towel around his waist, but he wears it casually.It is loose and loose, showing a firm chest, lower abdomen and long straight and slender legs.

The bath towel is not wide, and can only cover the position above Feng Mo's knees. When walking, the thighs must be exposed, which is more exciting than not wrapped.

Ling Chan noticed that the scars on Feng Mo's body were still there. It had been several days, and the scars on Feng Mo had not disappeared.

Feng Mo approached Ling Chan.

Ling Chan's pajamas are white suits.

The clothes were loose, and when Ling Chan raised his hand to hang the clothes, the neckline of the pajama top was open, revealing the sexy neck and the mottled marks on the neck.

Feng Mo stood beside Ling Chan and asked, "Does it look good?"

Ling Chan: "Well, it looks good."

Ling Chan who returned to normal was cold, but his eyes were soft in front of Feng Mo, who smiled on the cabinet.

"Sleep?"

"Wait until I put away your clothes."

Ling Chan tidied up the closet, and Feng Mo looked at Ling Chan.

The place where Ling Chan lived was said to be the master bedroom, but it was actually not much bigger than the guest bedroom. Ling Chan lived here before he was sent to the mountain.

"We used to have our own house, and there was a flower garden in the house, where my mother's favorite flowers were planted. Later, my mother passed away due to illness, and my father was sad when he went to the flower garden. We moved here to live."

Ling Chan lowered his eyes: "I've lived here since I moved here. There is a work lounge on the second floor, and my father always rests there when he comes back."

Ling Chan packed his clothes.

Feng Mo's two long legs overlapped casually, leaning on the side of the wardrobe with his upper body, looking at Ling Chan with his head tilted.

Ling Chan's eyelashes were thick and long, and when he looked down, the eyelashes covered Ling Chan's eyes like a small fan, casting a shadow under his eyes.

Feng Mo unconsciously felt that he was approaching.

Ling Chan paused, and after hanging up the last piece of clothing, he turned around, clasped Feng Mo's neck, and kissed him.

Feng Mo: "..."

Having a sweetheart who is too active is also a kind of torment.

Ling Chan is very active, while Feng Mo is very restrained.

This time, just a little bit.

Feng Mo was afraid that if he continued, he couldn't help but do something to break his previous thoughts

Ling Chan's pajamas were half off, leaning against the wardrobe, squinting his beautiful eyes and looking at Feng Mo without reservation.

With palpitations, Feng Mo raised his hand to cover Ling Chan's eyes: "Master, don't look at me like that, I won't be able to bear it."

This time, Ling Chan smiled.

Ling Chan fell into a deep sleep.

It was already noon when I woke up, the weather was fine outside, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a cicada on the tree in front of the office, screaming loudly.

Feng Mo was still sleeping, and there was no movement outside the door.

It was very quiet in Ling's office.

Ling Chan lowered his head, and saw an arm hanging around his waist, the arm was domineeringly wrapped around his waist, very tight, if he moved, the owner of the arm might wake up.

Ling Chan flicked his fingertips, threw out a talisman and pasted it on the curtain, the bright light dimmed instantly, and the room was dark, making it suitable for sleeping.

After posting the talisman, Ling Chan lay sideways on the bed and looked at Feng Mo. Feng Mo's complexion got better, and finally he had blood.

After watching for a while, Ling Chan closed his eyes again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Ling Chan felt an unusual air current.

Ling Chan thought badly.

The moment the air current appeared, Feng Mo opened his eyes abruptly, their black pupils were deep and sharp, without any sign of sleepiness.

After seeing Ling Chan, the murderous look in Feng Mo's eyes faded, and he returned to normal. He sat up, rubbed the back of his neck, and said with a hoarse voice that had just woken up: "Monstrous aura? Is it Bai Yisi?"

Feng Mo and Ling Chan changed their clothes and went out. The door of the guest room chosen by Guiyao was wide open. There was a spirit gathering array in the center of the room. The nine-tailed fox inside the array was lying on the ground, with black eyes flashing from time to time. of light.

Gui Yao stood outside the formation, a little anxious.

Gui Yi relaxed, and thoughtfully stood beside Gui Yao, looking at the fox in the formation.

Feng Mo walked over: "What's going on?"

Gui Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay, it's just that Bai Yisi disliked the slow recovery of the Spirit Gathering Formation and began to absorb spiritual energy actively, and that's how it turned out..."

At this time, Lu Yu also opened the door and came out.

Seeing the situation in the room, Lu Yu stretched out his hand to suppress the Demon Slayer Sword, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, this is the Demon Gathering Formation?"

Gui Yao: "..."

Ling Chan said: "Ling's office is a broken area of ​​the seal, and it may be connected to the world inside the seal, so the devilish energy is stronger than other places."

Everyone understands this.

Bai Yisi has inhaled too much, he has absorbed the magic energy.

Lu Yu's Seven Star Sword only slays demons, and Feng Mo took out his token and shot out a beam of light, enveloping the fur-fried fox, Bai Yisi in the formation moved, and the demonic energy in his eyes dissipated.

Bai Yisi in the formation spread out his four paws, pretending to be dead.

He can't afford to lose this man.

With Bai Yisi's episode, Feng Mo and Ling Chan's thoughts of taking a break faded away, so they stopped going back to rest.

Ling Chan looked at Lu Yu: "Time waits for no one, brother, shall we try to find a compass?"

Territory has no comments.

But the results of the experiment made Ling Chan somewhat disappointed.

He could only resonate with Feng Mo's blood essence on the token, and he could sense the vaguely calling of the compass.

After adding the land area, I can't feel anything.

The test results were unsatisfactory, so Ling Chan didn't speak.

Will the clues of the compass be broken again?

Feng Mo reached out and tapped the token: "Let's go find Du Qiuhan and let him purify the demonic nature of the demon king Wenxi and that seventh-level demon king."

Ling Chan frowned: "No."

Lu Yu and others: "??"

Feng Mo: "I'm not fully recovered yet. If I fully recover, this connection will definitely become clear."

Ling Chan didn't speak, but his attitude was obvious.

Knowing Ling Chan's temperament, Feng Mo said with a smile: "I'm very close to the peak now, maybe I'll be fine after a night of sleep, it won't be like last time."

Ling Chan's firm heart moved.

The author has something to say: I, the author of this little sweet article, can do nothing but sprinkle sugar without mercy [Laughs]

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