Fengci has no experience in kissing, and besides, he can't understand why lovers always like to express their love in this way.
It's not just a simple skin-to-flesh touch, what's so special about it
But now, he understood a little bit.
Pei Qianyue's lips were unexpectedly soft and slightly cool. It was gently pasted, but it was like electricity, a little tingling stimulation rose from the depths of the spinal cord.
Feng Ci's lips parted with a touch, and when he raised his head, he saw Fang's blank expression.
It's really interesting.
Feng Ci couldn't help laughing, and leaned forward to kiss again.
But it feels like something is wrong.
Feng Ci thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Why don't you open your mouth?"
In the illusion, Pei Qianyue hadn't left Kunlun yet, the farthest he went was Langfeng City, and he didn't see many outsiders at all, let alone such a scene.
The little snake demon couldn't even take care of the difficulties, her reddish and moist eyes were full of confusion: "What the hell are you—"
Feng Ci seized the opportunity and kissed again.
Recalling the scene he saw, the tip of his tongue slowly swept the square lips and teeth, prying them open a little and poking them in, his movements jerky and patient.
Gradually, the people below finally stopped struggling.
The hands that were trying to block Feng Ci's resignation and tried to resist also lost their strength, and their palms moved to Feng Ci's waist at some point.
Feng Ci keenly sensed something was wrong, and was about to stand up, but was suddenly pulled by a pair of powerful arms.
The two turned around in an instant.
A hundred times more fierce kisses than before fell overwhelmingly.
The initiative was completely deprived, and the cold hands firmly grasped Feng Ci's wrist, locking him from any possibility of escaping. Feng Ci was dizzy from this menacing kiss, and in a trance, he even felt that Pei Qianyue didn't kiss him, but wanted to tear him apart.
Not long after, he tasted blood in his mouth.
Just now Feng Ci controlled the active kiss, but for him, it was more fun to tease and bully Fang.
But now it's completely different.
Feng Ci was almost suffocated by the siege-like kiss, but whether it was the increasingly strong smell of blood in his mouth or the body being completely controlled and unable to move, it gave him a strange pleasure that he had never had before.
This is how it feels...
Feng Ci's mind was in chaos, but his body softened unconsciously, and only heavy breathing could be heard in his ears.
I don't know if it's his or Pei Qianyue's.
The shadows of the trees whirled, and the moonlight poured down from the forest, reflecting on the young man in this embrace, lingering and lingering.
As if feeling that Feng Ci was out of breath, the raging movement between his lips and teeth gradually calmed down, but he still didn't leave completely. The slightly cool tip of his tongue lightly licked his lips, sweeping away the blood oozing from the tiny wound.
Feng Ci's lips were no longer as numb as his own. He lay down on the grass and raised his eyelids: "Are you a dog?"
The person above made a move, and a soft and deep voice sounded: "It's very sweet."
Fang's eyes were no longer as hostile as before, Pei Qianyue looked into Feng Ci's eyes from top to bottom, his eyes were intense and focused, almost greedy, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his heart.
He caressed Feng Ci's red lips, which were kissed by him, and said softly, "Master is so pretty."
This was their reunion, the first time Pei Qianyue "saw" him.
But soon, the light in those eyes dissipated little by little, and Pei Qianyue's eyes appeared out of nowhere with a piece of black silk, covering those beautiful eyes.
Feng Ci's throat choked.
Pei Qianyue's physical body was sucked into the Illusory Spirit Cauldron. Now that the illusion is broken, his body will naturally return to its original appearance.
Even if he was saved in Fengci Illusion, it would not change anything.
Changing can't change... the injuries he has suffered over the years.
Feng Ci asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Pei Qianyue: "What?"
"When he took your eyes," Feng Ci's eyes dimmed, and his fingertips gently brushed Pei Qianyue's eyes under the black silk, "Does it hurt?"
How could it not hurt.
Being deceived by the person you cherish the most, gouging out your eyes with your own hands, how could it not hurt
But Pei Qianyue shook his head: "It's okay."
In fact, it's really okay.
The spell Fang used was so clever that Pei Qianyue almost only felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and then he couldn't see anymore.
It's just that at that time, he wasn't used to using spiritual power to see things, so he was really flustered.
So, he grabbed Fang's sleeve in a panic.
"Xiao Hei, let me go." Fang's voice was still gentle, but it was as cold as ice.
Pei Qianyue would never be in such a state of embarrassment again in his life. He was curled up on the stone bed in pain, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes, and his pale hands tightly grasped the square sleeves, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
"Don't go." He begged in a low voice, "I can give you anything, don't go."
Fang just sighed.
"But I have other things to do now." The young man took his sleeves out of his hands little by little, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "Xiao Hei, believe me, I will return soon, that... really me."
"So, be good."
Pei Qianyue recalled from the memory, and smiled slightly: "After thinking about it, I just feel that I was stupid at that time, and I would be deceived by a body. Maybe Rong Ji is right, I am really crazy."
At that time, he could not see the strangeness, but it had been a thousand years, so long that it almost drove him crazy, so long that he desperately wanted to catch any tiny hope.
Feng Ci whispered: "I'm sorry."
"Well, you can't afford me." Pei Qianyue didn't show any anger or blame on his face, and raised his hand to gently brush his temples, "So, the master must make it up to me."
Feng Ci: "Okay."
He raised his head and kissed Pei Qianyue's lips lightly.
The warm touch was instant, Pei Qianyue was slightly taken aback, and smiled: "Is this enough?"
Feng Ci: "..."
He seriously reflected on why he understood Pei Qianyue's meaning in an instant, and looked away guiltily: "You start first."
Pei Qianyue didn't care, and pulled Feng Ci up from the ground.
Feng Ci only had time to look around.
The cedar forest where the two lived was messed up by the fight just now, several tree trunks were cut off in the middle, and it was a mess.
Feng Ci looked around, then looked up at the sky, and asked, "What should we do now?"
According to common sense, as long as the person trapped in the illusion is awake, the illusion will disappear automatically. But not here. The illusion seemed to stop Pei Qianyue's waking moment, the environment did not change, and time did not go any further.
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, but asked instead: "Why is the master here?"
Feng Ci said, "I'll come in and save you."
Pei Qianyue heard what he meant, and frowned: "You entered by yourself?"
"Yes." Feng Ci said confidently, "Why, you are only allowed to save me, and I am not allowed to save you?"
Pei Qianyue fell silent.
He paused for a moment, then asked again: "Does the master know how to leave the Illusory Spirit Cauldron?"
Feng Ci truthfully said: "I don't know."
"you-"
Feng Ci rushed him to speak first and said: "You push me away, when you are sucked in by this thing, do you know how to get out?"
Pei Qianyue fell silent again.
Feng Ci coughed lightly: "Don't worry, the main function of this magic spirit cauldron is to imprison monsters, which is naturally different from ordinary illusions. Breaking the illusion is only one layer, and the more important thing is to break the magic weapon itself."
"Hmm." Pei Qianyue asked, "What about it?"
"So..." Feng Ci thought for a while, and said seriously, "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, so go back first."
Pei Qianyue: "..."
***
The two returned to the original cave.
The cave has also become a mess, and Pei Qianyue, who was furious, did not care about it. If Feng Ci hadn't taken the initiative to retreat out of the cave, they might have collapsed the cave.
The two stepped on the gravel to the depths of the cave, and saw the already cold body.
Feng Ci felt angry when he saw the corpse, but Pei Qianyue didn't take it at ease. He felt around for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't live here anymore, I'm afraid I can only spend a night in the wild tonight."
Feng Ci replied: "It's okay."
It wasn't the first time he lived in the wild, and he wasn't so delicate.
Pei Qianyue went to the depths of the cave to get some hay to lay on the floor, and Feng Ci crouched next to the corpse, thinking of another thing: "So you will fight 'him' in the future?"
Feng Ci still remembered that when they met at Zhejian Villa, the young Pei Qianyue's cultivation had improved compared to a hundred years ago.
Pei Qianyue responded softly, without raising his head: "At that time, I realized that he was not the real master, so I chased after him in anger, and he left Lingwu Mountain to fight with him."
Feng Ci: "And then?"
Of course it was impossible.
The physical puppet has just been tricked into offering sacrifices from Pei Qianyue, and has not yet fully integrated and recovered all its spiritual power.
But Pei Qianyue also just lost his eyes, so it's very inconvenient to move, so it's not normal to lose to Fang.
Pei Qianyue said: "I was seriously injured. Fortunately, Sword Master Rong Ji heard his master wake up during the day, so he was worried and went to investigate near Lingwu Mountain."
"He saved my life and brought me back to Langfeng City to recuperate."
Feng Ci's eyes moved slightly.
Pei Qianyue had always been alone, and Feng Ci rarely heard him mention other people's names, but this Langfeng City was the city lord, and he mentioned it many times frequently.
Feng Ci felt a little strange at first, but didn't understand until today.
It was to save his life.
Pei Qianyue is actually a very simple person. In his cognition, as long as someone can save him from danger, he will trust him wholeheartedly. Even when he first tested Feng Ci's details, he pretended that he was in danger to test whether Feng Ci would save him.
For one thing, Feng Ci didn't save his life back then, but made this man lose a thousand years and a pair of eyes.
He understands all the reasons and rhetoric, but when he spoke, there was something different in his voice that even he didn't notice: "That Rong Ji, you're pretty good."
Pei Qianyue paused.
He subconsciously tilted his head, but quickly returned to normal, and said lightly: "Well, it's pretty good."
The candle lamps were extinguished when they were fighting, and the entire cave was only illuminated by a little moonlight leaking in from the gap above. Pei Qianyue stood in the dark, Feng Ci couldn't see his feelings clearly, and naturally he didn't see the faint smile on the corner of his lips.
Pei Qianyue continued: "After I recovered from my injuries, it was Sword Master Rongji who accompanied me to search for traces of the physical body until the last moment of his life."
Feng Ci listened to Pei Qianyue for this story.
Rong Ji's fellow apprentice, the precept elder of Langfeng City, secretly cast a poisonous curse on Rong Ji out of jealousy, causing him to be seriously injured when fighting against the enemy, and unfortunately died in the end.
Before he died, he handed over the position of Langfeng City Lord to Pei Qianyue, and only then did Langfeng City unite the six sects and create the Immortal Alliance.
It turned out that at that time, he was looking for his body to accompany Pei Qianyue.
Feng Ci let out a muffled "Oh" and didn't answer.
When the light dimmed, it was Pei Qianyue who returned. Holding a hay mat in his arms, he leaned slightly: "Master doesn't seem happy?"
"No way." Feng Ci looked away, "Let's go when you're done, and get angry when you see this thing."
He got up and wanted to leave, but Pei Qianyue held him back.
"I just laughed with my master." Pei Qianyue said, "Rong Ji regards the sword as his life in this life. He approached me not because he wanted to get some lost sword skills from me. As for the end, it was because of the master's respect. Find out what's true."
"Why are you explaining this to me?" Feng Ci turned his head away from looking at him, "I didn't misunderstand."
Pei Qianyue: "No?"
He leaned in the direction of Feng Ci, and sniffed lightly: "But I can smell the sour smell."
Feng Ci: "Feng Xiaohei!"
Pei Qianyue straightened up quickly, and there was still a little smile in his voice: "Besides, Langfeng City's Facial Retention Technique is not good. For example, that Elder of Discipline, when I knew him for a hundred years, he already looked like that gone."
Rong Ji is also the senior brother of the precept elder.
The image in Feng Ci's mind suddenly changed from a young and handsome Sword Immortal to a gray-haired old man.
Feng Ci: "..."
The smile on Pei Qianyue's face was barely concealed, Feng Ci's ears were burning, and he didn't dare to look at him at all. His sight drifted around in the cave, and finally fell on the corpse at his feet.
"It's all to blame for this crap." Feng Ci raised his palm and slapped it hard, instantly smashing the corpse into powder.
- Qianqiu Shengzun is a ruthless person, when he gets angry, he doesn't even let go of his own body.
Feng Ci didn't even look at the body that was crushed by him, turned around and walked out of the cave quickly. On the contrary, Pei Qianyue still stood where he was, lowered his head slightly, a little lost.
The powdered corpse was quickly blown away. Although it was only in an illusion, Feng Ci had saved him and avenged him to some extent.
Frustrated, he did it.
After a long while, Feng Ci's exasperated voice was heard: "Why are you in a daze, it's not fast!"
Pei Qianyue restrained her heart, and a smile appeared on her lips again: "Yes."