Jiang Fei's charming daily life

Some time ago, the snow crane was accidentally injured, and it has been resting in Xueyin Peak, and now it is inevitable that it will be very happy when the master comes back.

Rong Qiong caressed the snow crane with a gentle expression, and the delicate and smooth touch of his hand inexplicably caused a trace of charming fragments to flash in his mind.

It is also such a slender and white neck, the dark blue blood vessels meander silently like a moving river, throbbing vigorously with the frequency of breathing, people can't help but swallow their saliva when they look at it, just feel like they have never seen it before. Infinite longing gushes out from the bottom of my heart crazily, and nothing can satisfy it.

The ecstasy was interrupted by the shrill cry of the snow crane, and Rong Qiong's expression became extremely unnatural when he realized that he remembered the incident in the cave in the secret realm just now.

A little ashamed, guilty, but also with a trace of nostalgia that I didn't realize.

Immortal cultivators can't abstain from sexual desires, but most cultivators are pure-hearted and ascetic, and Rong Qiong has never been intimate with anyone.

Jiang Fei was an accident.

Rong Qiong saw that Jiang Fei wanted to keep this matter in his stomach, so he pretended nothing had happened as Jiang Fei wanted, so even if he knew that double cultivation with Jiang Fei could greatly increase his cultivation, he was really ashamed I'm going to see Jiang Fei again.

After sighing silently, Rong Qiong suppressed all the overflowing thoughts, and there was a cold light in his lowered eyes.

Rubbing the fluff of the snow crane with her slender fingertips, Rong Qiong instructed.

"You stay safe, I'm going in for retreat."

Xue He nodded in a human way, and then watched Rong Qiong's slender and elegant figure fade away with reluctance.

The time for a cultivator to retreat can be long or short, some days and months, some tens or even hundreds of years, Rong Qiong abandons all thoughts and devotes himself to retreating and practicing, first absorbing the cultivation base that has broken through to the fusion stage in the body, and then doing her best Work hard toward the Mahayana period.

The purpose of his cultivation was to drive away the dangerous evil energy in his body, and he inevitably had distracting thoughts, so he did not make any progress after practicing for a few months. He was so desperate for quick success that he almost went mad, and vomited a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest.

The zhenqi in the body was disordered, and the viscera and six internal organs were a little hurt. It took a long time for Rong Qiong's pale face to calm down.

He knew that he could not make further breakthroughs for the time being, so he came out of the meditation hole of retreat.

Everyone in Yuetianmen knew that Rong Qiong didn't like outsiders, so he was the only one in Xueyinfeng. This time he just wanted to take a rest, so he didn't inform anyone.

The cultivator had already had a bigu, and Rong Qiong cleared away distracting thoughts alone in Xueyin Peak, occasionally went to the forest to accompany Xuehe, and occasionally looked at the adjustment of the mind in the room.

Even if a cultivator has the technique of purification, Rong Qiong is used to changing his clothes every few days. Most of his clothes are snow-white robes embroidered with gold thread trimming. This noble gold color is the only one in Yuetianmen.

Rong Qiong casually picked out a brand new dress, and then stretched out his hand to untie the belt on his body. The unconscious movement suddenly stopped when the golden belt fell on the palm of his hand, and the black pupils shrank suddenly.

The pure mind of the past few months was defeated in an instant, Rong Qiong's heart beat violently, and his knuckles unconsciously clenched the golden belt tightly, as if he could still touch the warmth remaining on it.

All the charming pictures intertwined in the dark came in, Rong Qiong's face was tense, he rushed out and flew straight to the cold spring filled with snow water on the top of Xueyin Peak, and jumped down without taking off his clothes.

The extremely cold spring water came in through the cracks in the bones, and Rong Qiong's jade-like face quickly turned into ice and snow, and even the tips of her hair were condensed into frost by the cold air.

He closed his eyes tightly, but forgot that the golden belt that was stained with another person's breath was still firmly held in his hand.

After coming out of the secret realm, life has returned to its usual calm. Jiang Fei wanted to leave the Yuetian Gate soon, but as Rong Qiong said, his skyrocketing cultivation could not be relieved in time. It felt like the dantian was about to explode.

Under such danger, he had to put aside his plan of leaving for the time being, and picked out the most basic ones from some mental methods Chen Doudou had brought him before, and then learned to use his cultivation as his own so as not to explode and die.

He is still busy with the work of the outer disciples every day, and only the rest of the time can be used for cultivation, and it takes a certain amount of time to sit still and contemplate, so it took him several months to slowly subside the discomfort in his body.

At this rate, in about half a month, he will have no worries at all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fei couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He returned to the house after a busy day. The half-opened window could glimpse the clear night sky outside. The surroundings were quiet and silent, which was a forgotten corner of the Yuetian Gate.

Being forgotten means safety.

Jiang Fei took off her shoes and robe, lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Half-dream and half-awake, he suddenly felt that he was a little beast with nowhere to hide in the wilderness, and was stunned into a cold sweat by the gaze of the beast hiding in the dark, and suddenly woke up.

Outside the half-opened window beside the bed is the dark ground paved by the light of the moon, and a pair of legs wearing boots, with fine stitches embroidered with flowing gold thread.

Jiang Fei looked up along the boots, and the moment he met those red eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, and immediately held the long sword that had been placed by the bed in his hand, and then the window fell, and he turned around Just ran towards the door.

The people outside moved slightly the moment he left, and blocked Jiang Fei in a blink of an eye. Their red eyes stared at Jiang Fei who was only wearing white obscene clothes with a frightened face, and there were some hoarse and weak voices in the secret realm. During the past few months of dormancy, the original voice has been restored.

Deep and magnetic, it was a strange voice completely different from Rong Qiong's physical body.

All he had to do was disperse the air pressure around him, and he suppressed Jin Danqi's Jiang Fei so that he couldn't move. He staggered and knelt on the ground with one knee, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Fei's fingertips, met those dark eyes, and said happily.

"This seat is the ancient venerable Di An, and now I like you to be my furnace, so I will follow this seat, and I guarantee you will have endless happiness."

Jiang Fei looked at the arrogance on his face, his heart was suppressed and aching, and he was so suffocated that it was difficult to breathe, he squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"roll!"

As soon as the words fell, he tried his best to raise the saber in his hand and stab at Di An. Di An easily caught the light sword. Disobedient and gloomy, his eyes became even redder.

Jiang Fei could no longer raise half of the hilt of the sword, and when he let go of his hand, it fell down.

Di An casually threw away half of the sharp edge, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, Jiang Fei was supported by an invisible force. Di An grabbed his arm and carried the man on his shoulder, kicked open the door and walked in.

The dim light of early morning spilled in from the half-opened window, and sprinkled on the two people who were neck-to-neck on the couch. The couch that only allowed one person to sleep peacefully became narrower because of the crowding of two grown men, who had to hug each other tightly to stay in place. go down.

Rong Qiong woke up from a satisfying sleep. The doors and windows of the houses in Xueyin Peak were all closed, and he never woke up in the warm sunlight.

He turned his head slightly to avoid the bright sunlight, but without any warning, his eyes hit Jiang Fei in his arms. The other party was leaning on his arm meekly, his hands were unconsciously covering his chest, and his curled knuckles were still hooked. The messy obscene clothes on Rong Qiong looked as if she wanted to refuse.

His eyes were fastened by a golden belt, revealing only his well-shaped jaw and brightly colored lips.

Rong Qiong was so shocked that she immediately stepped back, but because she almost fell, she quickly supported the bed and squeezed in again.

Jiang Fei, who was overwhelmed by the familiar breath in his sleep, trembled slightly, his thin voice was like a broken flower branch, fragile and damp, and murmured in panic.

"Di...Di'an...no..."

Rong Qiong's movements froze, his mind went blank for a moment, and then he realized that maybe "Di An" was the name of the demon energy that controlled him.

An inexplicable anger welled up from the bottom of her heart, and Rong Qiong couldn't tell if it was because the demonic energy had taken over her body to be happy with others, or because it was her who was clearly lingering with it, but Jiang Fei kept calling the other party's. name.

He has never been ignored, let alone used, suppressing his anger and stretching out his hand to remove the golden belt covering Jiang Fei.

Touching the delicate side face with her fingertips, Jiang Fei didn't know what he was going to do in a trance, and unconsciously leaned over and put her cheek against his palm, flattering him like a docile cat.

The palm that was being rubbed was as stiff as a stone, and when Jiang Fei approached Qingceng even more frightened, he pinched his cheek suddenly.

The sound of breathing in the morning became rapid and dangerous like a waking beast. Those hands moved down his cheekbones to his chin, then clasped the back of his head and lifted them up, covering his thin and hot lips.

Jiang Fei was blindfolded and turned upside down day and night, and his bones were worn away in the endless intrusions. The wet tears soaked the soft golden belt, and flowed to his cheeks and was gently licked away.

After sinking into sleepiness and half-dream for an unknown amount of time, he gradually woke up. The golden belt from his eyes had been taken away. In front of him was a flat chest as white as cold jade, and a clean and slender neck, which appeared in the dense mist. Very hazy.

Jiang Fei was so weak that he could only lean against the other party. The hot water gradually washed away the discomfort all over his body, but he could feel the slender fingers cleaning him up, but it was difficult for him to face it.

He tried his best to reach out his hand to hold the edge of the barrel, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"go away."

Rong Qiong saw that he couldn't stand still after several times, so she stretched out her hand to support him again. The narrow wooden barrel could barely accommodate two grown men, and she couldn't even turn around.

Rong Qiong stared at Jiang Fei's thin shoulder blades that had been smudged by the heat, her expression was full of shame, her indifferent tone was melted by the mist, it was almost gentle and peaceful.

"Jiang Fei, you can't clean up by yourself now, I'll help you."

Jiang Fei brushed his hand away again, and climbed on the edge of the barrel with his back to him, her thin white arm was like a snow-covered plum branch, which would soon break unbearably.

There was embarrassing hatred hidden in the cold voice.

"Don't come to me again, or I'll kill you."

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