"It's nothing." Luo Ning said suddenly. It turned out that the world line was tilted to the edge without him noticing. That's right. From the moment he entered this world, the original trajectory should have changed.
It's not enough for Feng Qing to give these small treasury as a gift. He just wants to take out all the treasures to please his master. The treasures hidden in the bedroom have been found. He remembers that there are a few beautiful little things in another room.
He happened to pass by the garden at the back. There are thousand-year-old spiritual fruits in it. Master likes to eat fruits so much, so he must also like them.
But when passing through other palaces, the engraved formation has already been transferred.
When Luo Ning and Feng Qing walked through a long corridor and stepped into a lotus flower pattern, something happened suddenly. The gleaming light suddenly turned extremely fast, and the rich spiritual power was filled. The lotus flower split into two, and a resistance suddenly appeared between them.
Feng Qing's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached out to grab Luo Ning, but he only touched the corner of Luo Ning's clothes, and Luo Ning disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Feng Qing looked at the patterns on the ground angrily. His consciousness covered the entire palace, searching for where Luo Ning had been teleported. The teleportation location of this formation was random and could be very close or very far away.
After feeling Luo Ning's position, he hurried over and began to worry about why he had to carve so many formations in the first place.
Luo Ning was teleported to a crystal room alone. What came face to face was a ferocious face. The side of the face was covered with fish fins. The corners of its mouth were pulled to its ears like tearing. Its tail slapped a fierce wave of water and screamed.
Why is it so ugly!?
Luo Ning immediately moved his eyes away and held the sword with his fingertips. The long sword split into thousands of lights and shadows, and attacked the monster like a broken bamboo. The sword pierced into the monster's body, and the monster fluttered twice and stopped moving.
Suddenly separated from Feng Qing, Luo Ning panicked, but quickly calmed down. This is Feng Qing's home, and Feng Qing should find him soon.
He looked at the room in front of him. There were golden runes floating on the jade. It seemed that he could only get out by unlocking the formation.
Although Luo Ning is a swordsman, he also understands the formation. Looking at the traces of changes in the runes, he can speculate on the trajectory of the next moment.
After trying to break the formation, the jade walls in front of them spread out to the left and right, leading to the next palace.
Luo Ning tentatively walked forward, nimbly crossing the black mud that suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet. When he entered the palace, he saw a cauldron of alchemy placed on top of the Bagua pattern in the center of the palace. Small characters were engraved on the alchemy furnace, and a faint blue light was burning underneath.
If there is an alchemist here, he will be ecstatic. Spiritual fire is rare in the world, and the higher the quality, the higher the quality of the elixir.
A few flawless white elixirs were floating on the top of the alchemy furnace, and an alluring sweet fragrance drifted straight to the tip of Luo Ning's nose.
Luo Ning's eyes were confused for a moment when he smelled it, and a desire arose in her heart. he felt that the elixir must be particularly delicious. he took a step forward and quickly woke up.
He backed away alertly and did not get close to the alchemy furnace. When he was about to leave the palace in a hurry, the door disappeared.
The scenery in front of him also began to change. His body suddenly fell down. The surroundings were dark. Blood spread on the soles of his feet. The smell of blood filled his nose. The blood gurgled and bubbled. A rotten hand suddenly appeared and held him. His legs, dirty hair wrapped around his waist, there were only holes in his eyes, and the ghost of a crooked and broken neck attacked his heart.
There was also cold air on the back of his neck. Luo Ning looked back in panic, and saw a face with only shredded skin and flesh pressed against the back of his neck. He grinned at him and slammed it into his face.
Luo Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he reflexively wanted to wave the long sword in his hand, but at some point the sword in his hand turned into a dark eyeball, which turned around and stared at him coldly.
Luo Ning's face turned pale. He was most afraid of ghosts. The dark breath was sticky and suffocating. He kicked the ghost's head in front of him away. He was helpless and wanted to escape, but the blood on the soles of his feet gurgled even more. There was a sound, and white bones came out one after another, dragging his feet downward.
As if he weighed a thousand kilograms, he could not exert any strength and could only watch himself sinking. His face was covered by the rotten flesh, and the blood spread to his chest, then his neck, and then almost to his chin.
Luo Ning clenched his hands, biting his tongue with his teeth, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing that everything in front of him was just an illusion, just trying to make him fall into fear.
The darkness in front of him quickly receded, the blood in his chest evaporated, and those ghost faces disappeared.
But this is an illusion. Where should he be?
Luo Ning still couldn't remember, and then his eyes were replaced by petals. He was wearing a small suit and walking towards the end of the slightly shiny red carpet. A tall and blurry figure gently stretched out his hand to him.
Luo Ning only vaguely felt that he was very happy. He raised a smile and walked towards the figure. Just when he was about to touch the hands, the faint light disappeared and his eyes turned into a beautiful bright red. He pinched himself at the corner of his clothes, the bright red robe was embroidered with complicated and exquisite golden patterns. His eyes were covered by a layer of red gauze, and the front could not be seen clearly.
After a while, a tall figure stood in front of him, lifted the gauze curtain in front of him, and touched his cheek with his fingertips.
Luo Ning looked up curiously. With such festive colors, was this a wedding?
He quickly saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him. He was tall, with dark eyebrows and a handsome face.
It looked very familiar, but he didn't think deeply subconsciously. He just felt happy in his heart, a smile appeared on his lips, he took the other person's hand and rubbed it against his face.
A milky voice came to his ears, "Ningning, wake up quickly."
Luo Ning couldn't remember who the voice belonged to. He thought it was too childish. He had just gotten married and had a son.
Just when he was feeling strange, he felt a struggle-like pain in his head, and heard someone calling him Master again.
Master?!
Luo Ning suddenly woke up and stood in the Crystal Palace in a daze. he watched Feng Qing walk up to him and asked him with a worried face, "Master, are you okay?"
Luo Ning blinked before fully reacting. He shook her head blankly. Did he completely fall into a fantasy just now?
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it was just a short moment. If it hadn't been for the system and Feng Qing's shouting, he might still be addicted to it.
Seeing that his expression was abnormal, Feng Qing patted his back comfortingly, "Master, are you scared?"
There is a phantom formation here. Could it be that Master saw something terrible?
Feng Qing destroyed those unsightly formations in displeasure, held Luo Ning in his arms, and comforted him softly.
Luo Ning's face turned pale at first, and then spread a layer of crimson, his eyes full of shock.
In order to confuse him, this formation first allowed him to see what he feared most. After that layer of blindness failed, it then used another method to seduce him, which was what he subconsciously longed for most.
But why is there a wedding in the illusion behind?
Especially when the person getting married is still Feng Qing?!
Luo Ning only knew that at that time, his heart was dependent on attachment, and it seemed that those fragments were everything he cherished the most.
Luo Ning didn't understand why.
But as soon as he recalled Feng Qing's face, he was frightened and bit his lip in embarrassment.
He had vowed before that he would only treat Feng Qing as his disciple, but that illusion suddenly appeared again, making him unable to look directly at Feng Qing.
The emotions on the little face are changing.
Feng Qing, who had been observing him, frowned and reached out to hold his little face, "Master, why is your face so hot?"
His eyes flickered slightly, and upon closer inspection, it seemed that the master was shy?
What exactly did Master see just now?
The tough face was close in front of him, and his figure was reflected in the dark pupils. The scene just now flashed through Luo Ning's mind. His eyes dodged, he turned his head uncomfortably, and said incoherently: "Maybe it's a little hot..."
Feng Qing suddenly smiled and felt happy. It seemed that the master's illusion had something to do with him, but he was very curious about what the master saw. Maybe he would know it when he fell into the master's dream while he was resting.
Luo Ning didn't want to stay here anymore, so he took Feng Qing and left in a hurry, hinting that he would forget all those illusions.
When he walked out of the palace, Luo Ning's attention was successfully diverted.
Because he saw the big crabs and shrimps outside through the crystal.
Dancing with such big tongs, the meat is so plump.
Luo Ning stared with shining eyes. Those outside were just plates of seafood. He wanted to eat something delicious to calm his shock.
Feng Qing understood his master's greed, so he caught two large shrimps from outside and brought them in. A flame floated in his hand, and he quickly roasted the shrimps.
The tender shrimps are white and translucent, rolling slightly like waves.
He fed the shrimp meat to Luo Ning's mouth, "Master, eat it."
Luo Ning took a taste of this top-quality seafood, his eyes lit up, and he ate its head, his little round face bulging.
Feng Qing's heart felt soft, his master was so cute, he wanted to hug him and give him a kiss.
Staring straight at Luo Ning's face.
Luo Ning stopped chewing and realized what Feng Qing was thinking.
The base of his ears turned red, and his small body immediately turned his back to Feng Qing.
Feng Qing only felt that it was even cuter and wanted to hold it and rub it.
Maybe it was because of that inexplicable emotion that Luo Ning hadn't figured out yet. Even though he was some distance away from Feng Qing, he still felt a little bit subtle.
When he walked around a wall, he saw a white figure with a back almost lying on the wall. Looking closely, he saw that it was Chu Xiuran, and Chu Xiuran was also pulling a young man in blue.
Luo Ning didn't want to run into Chu Xiuran, so he looked at Feng Qing and planned to avoid these two people, but Chu Xiuran had already discovered them.
Chu Xiuran, who was busy breaking the formation, opened his eyes wide, his face full of vigilance, and he kicked his eyes bitterly. For a moment, the speed of breaking the formation became faster, as if he was being chased by something.
Chu Xiuran has always known that he is unusual. He often has some prophetic dreams. Based on the information provided in the dreams, he often finds his own opportunities.
Whether it's the magic weapon on his body, the young man holding his hand, or the black dragon he discovered, they are all reminders of dreams.
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As the day of departure approached, Chu Xiuran dreamed of this palace. In the haze, he saw that there were many treasures inside, which made his heart feel hot. This door in front of him had appeared in his dream. He firmly believed that as long as he breaks the formation, he can get those treasures.
Meeting Feng Qing by chance, Chu Xiuran immediately became on guard, his chest full of hostility, thinking that Feng Qing would compete with him, so he accelerated his efforts to break the formation.
He looked anxious and furious, as if a dog was chasing him.
Luo Ning looked at it quietly: I'm afraid he's not stupid.
Feng Qing's eyes were meaningful. He had always hated Chu Xiuran, how could he let Chu Xiuran take advantage of him?
Pulling Luo Ning around from the other door, he collected all the jade artifacts. Not only that, but he also carved a new powerful formation.
After Chu Xiuran saw Feng Qing leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and sneered. So what if he had a good master? The opportunity was not as good as his. He had a hunch that his cultivation in this secret realm would definitely improve by leaps and bounds. When the time comes, he will definitely crush Feng Qing under his feet.
Chu Xiuran's heart was filled with excitement when he thought of that scene. He suppressed his excitement and couldn't wait to calculate the formation in front of him.
He did have some talent and suffered some injuries, but he successfully passed one level after another. He couldn't help but have a proud smile on his face.
Although every room was empty, he firmly believed that the precious treasures must be hidden at the end, and he opened the most special door in front of him with great expectation.
He looked up with an expression of surprise, but the smile immediately froze on his face.
It was empty inside, with nothing.
Chu Xiuran's face was ugly, and he was very confused. He clearly remembered that there were several magic weapons in this place in his dream, so how could something go wrong?
He spent so much effort to break the formation, but all his efforts were in vain?
Unable to restrain his disappointment and anger, Chu Xiuran frowned and cursed softly.
Lan Yan's confidant beside him also started to lose his temper, "didn't you say there must be a treasure behind this?"
It was not a waste of time for him to follow Chu Xiuran. He was injured during those formation-breaking techniques and almost lost his life.
If he hadn't listened to Chu Xiuran's words, he wouldn't have spent any time in this place, and he would have been happy in vain.
Chu Xiuran's face was filled with embarrassment, feeling that he was embarrassed in front of his little lover. He was also angry. Listening to the endless complaints around him, he could only coax him, "maybe someone came in first to take it away."
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. He secretly resented that someone dared to steal his opportunity. He went in and took a closer look without giving up, wondering if there was any mystery hidden inside.
But as soon as he stepped into the room, another invisible formation was activated, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into magma. The scorching temperature burned him and made his bones ache.
Chu Xiuran screamed in pain and kept casting water spells. He felt like he was going to be burned out in a daze. He frantically resisted the flames coming towards his face, trying to break out like a trapped animal, but the formation could not be broken and the result was that he was bound like a cage.
Chu Xiuran called out to Lan Yan's confidant for help. Lan Yan's confidant panicked and raised his sword to slash at the barrier.
Chu Xiuran spat out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured when he escaped.
Both of them were lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with red marks on their skin after being burned.
The joy of surviving the disaster made them gasp for air.
Chu Xiuran recalled the pain just now, and fear arose in his heart. He did not dare to continue exploring the secret realm, fearing that there would be more dangers and he would die here.
But the benefits still made him suppress his fear, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward cautiously.
But why were all the treasures in the places he dreamed about empty?
Chu Xiuran's heart sank. This situation had never happened before. Could it be that his ability to predict was not working?
He shook his head, subconsciously denying this possibility. If his dream didn't work, how could he get the opportunity? This was his unique advantage, and he must not lose it.
The more uneasy he became, the more panicked he became, spinning around like a headless fly.
Luo Ning listened to Chu Xiuran's curse and reluctantly pulled Feng Qing's hand. He had seen enough and it was time to leave.
Feng Qing had already collected all his things, and he felt very happy when he saw Chu Xiuran throw away everything. Chu Xiuran dared to target him. If he didn't kill Chu Xiuran, the other party would take advantage.
But Chu Xiuran is really lucky. He is as tenacious as a cockroach. If one day the jumping becomes unpleasant for him, he will simply squeeze it to death.
Having finished visiting the palace in front, Feng Qing took Luo Ning to the back garden. The scenery there was truly unique. All kinds of corals were intertwined, and all the rare flowers in the world were gathered together. Colorful pearls sparkled in the sand and stones. Looking at the whole scenery, it's a spiritual fruit tree.
Feng Qing picked a flat peach and handed it to Luo Ning. There was a fish as soft as a ribbon floating around him, which made Luo Ning laugh. He reached out to catch it itchingly, and the fish actually slipped through his fingers. He sighed secretly.
Feng Qing watched him playing with soft eyes, waved his sleeves, and a round fish floated in front of Luo Ning. Luo Ning gently reached out and poked it, and the fish burst open like bubbles and turned into a string. A skewer of small fish, the fish tail brushes against the fingertips, making it ticklish.
Luo Ning was having fun, walking further and further in the garden.
But not far away, there was a stir of water vapor, gurgling and bubbling, the fish fled in all directions, and several thick purple legs ran out.
Those thighs were moving, and the body above them was extremely huge, like an octopus. It looked menacing, and it was obvious that it was burning with anger.
Its huge eyes stared straight at Luo Ning and Feng Qing, and they climbed over and ran over quickly.
There was a gurgling sound, followed closely by several octopuses.
The octopuses were particularly angry, waving their legs ferociously. This entire territory belonged to them, and no one was allowed to intrude. All intruders should die.
At first, Luo Ning's first attention was on those legs. When he thought of the prawns he had eaten before and when he looked at the octopus, what came to his mind were the snow-white meatballs.
But these octopuses were too ferocious, which immediately dispelled the fantasy in his mind. Those long legs were densely thrown at them, and he immediately used his sword to resist them.
He formed a seal with his fingertips in a moment, and the overwhelming flames enveloped him, intending to directly burn to death the octopuses that were occupying the magpie nest. This was his garden, and these octopuses had taken over it, and they actually came together to cause trouble.
Several legs of the octopus ignited fire, but it became even more enraged and turned into a fireball and headed towards Luo Ning.
Feng Qing gathered Luo Ning behind him. The octopus was about to be burned to ashes. It exploded unwillingly, and the poisonous mist in its body spread everywhere. They wanted to take revenge even if they died.
Even if he hid quickly, the poisonous mist would inevitably reach the tip of his nose, especially Feng Qing who was blocking the front. The mist could not harm him, but it had some other effects.
Monsters like octopuses gather in groups in the deep sea and are good at reproduction because the monster beads in their bodies contain some kind of aphrodisiac. With this, males can continue to attract females and reproduce. They dispersed just now. The black mist is the exploding demonic bead.
Luo Ning took Feng Qing to check and saw that Feng Qing was safe and sound. He felt relieved and glanced at the dead octopuses. The seawater was filled with a strong burnt smell. He sniffed and followed Feng Qing to leave this area immediately.
On the way out, he picked some spiritual fruits. When he returned to the palace, Luo Ning's little hand was squeezed.
He turned his head sideways, and then he realized something was wrong with Feng Qing. His cold white face was tinged with red, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. He was frowning slightly, with a forbearing look on his face.
Luo Ning was startled and touched Feng Qing's face, "what's going on?"
Feng Qing's blood was burning, and his meridians were hot. He groaned, held Luo Ning's hand and rubbed it, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I feel uncomfortable."
Luo Ning asked hurriedly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Why did he feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden? Apart from the group of octopuses, he didn't encounter anything. Luo Ning recalled the poisonous mist. Could it be that the poison was working now?
He was a little flustered, thinking about the various elixirs he had brought, and rummaged through them to find the detoxifying elixir, and hurriedly fed it to Feng Qing. He had never seen this kind of poison before, and he didn't know if the elixir was useful.
Feng Qing's breath was heavy, and the surface of his skin was hot. His dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the redness at the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious, making him look very uncomfortable.
He hugged Luo Ning, his arms tightly wrapped around Luo Ning's waist, and held Luo Ning in his arms. His breath sprayed on the side of Luo Ning's neck, he rubbed it greedily, and said in a vague voice: "Master, okay It's so hot, so uncomfortable."
He absorbed the coolness from Luo Ning's body, like a person who was extremely dry and finally tasted the water, and kissed Luo Ning's neck with his thin lips.
Luo Ning was not a fool. Feeling Feng Qing's body squirming back and forth, he immediately guessed what kind of poison it was. His expression changed several times. An octopus could be so dishonest.
He could feel Feng Qing's body getting hotter and hotter, so he pushed Feng Qing away a little, but then he immediately pulled him into his arms with a strong force. The temperature was transferred to Luo Ning, and Luo Ning's body began to heat up.
He wanted Feng Qing to calm down, but he couldn't calm down even if he was poisoned.
Luo Ning's heart was beating fast, he was nervous and embarrassed. He didn't know when this poison would be removed, or whether it would be like those bloody TV dramas, where everything is necessary to be useful.
He was in a state of panic. Hearing Feng Qing groan in pain, he froze and didn't know what to do.
Feng Qing's lips moved to the side of Luo Ning's face and kissed Luo Ning's temples. Scarlet flashed in his eyes. The heat in his body made him uncomfortable, but it was not unbearable.
He is not a dragon with clear breeze and bright moon. The domineering nature of dragons is to fight for whoever they want, no matter what means. He is not unable to avoid that kind of poison, but he does not dodge it. He is eager to hold this person in his arms, the poisoning is just an excuse to get closer to the other person.
Feng Qing greedily held Luo Ning in his arms, as if he wanted to rub it into his bones, trying his best to suppress the impulse. The dragon's nature was silver, and the poison really ignited his desire.
He knew when enough was enough, and after quenching his longing a little, he planned to let Luo Ning go.
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Feng Qing bit Luo Ning's ear and was about to let go of it with pleasure.
Luo Ning bit his lip and saw that his face was full of pain. He struggled a thousand times in his heart. His face was ruddy and his eyes were covered with moisture. After struggling with embarrassment, he made a decision and said in a voice like a mosquito: "You, you can relieve yourself."
Feng Qing shook his head. What was the use of relieving himself? It was better to hold the fragrant master, soft and comfortable.
Luo Ning thought he wouldn't, and was completely unaware of Long's bad intentions. He closed her eyes and lowered his voice, "I... I'll help you."
Feng Qing, who originally just wanted to take advantage of it: ?!
He even suspected that he had heard wrongly. When he lowered his head, he could clearly see the shame in Luo Ning's eyes. His beautiful eyelashes were trembling slightly, showing some embarrassment and hesitation.
Feng Qing's hands that were about to let go immediately hugged him tightly again, his eyes were bright astonishingly, and he was bursting with joy. He didn't expect that the master would be willing to do this. The master had already taken the initiative, and he could still sit back and relax, then isn't he just a fool?
Barely restraining his excitement, Feng Qing's eyes darkened, and following his inner desire, he kissed Luo Ning's pink lips, inhaling the sweet scent wantonly.
The hot temperature made Luo Ning's heart tighten, and he felt dizzy from being kissed. He could feel the strong force of the other party, but it was not as repulsive as he imagined.
Breathing heavily, he slowly stretched out his hand to cover Feng Qing's belt. The water in his eyes became more and more moist. It seemed that he had spent a lot of effort to finally untie Feng Qing's clothes. He kept his eyes closed tightly, not daring to look, but the senses are even sharper in this situation.
Feng Qing gently rubbed his hair with a soothing tone, and the hot and intense emotions in his eyes were clearly visible. He sucked Luo Ning's lips lovingly, and the kiss marks moved to the collarbone of his neck.
He is very greedy. Master has taken this step and he still wants more. He wants to possess Master fiercely and watch Master cry softly.
The desire that swept over him almost overwhelmed him, his eyes were a deep scarlet color, and it took all his efforts to regain some sense.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, and it took him a long time to suppress the longing. He was a dragon, and his cultivation and physique were different from ordinary people. The master could not bear his love for the time being, so he had to take his time.
Luo Ning's face turned red, and he was in a daze. He didn't know how long it took before the breath in his ears calmed down.
Feng Qing rubbed the crook of his neck, with a slightly satisfied look on his face, and coquettishly murmured, "Master is so kind."
Luo Ning was stunned and didn't react. He couldn't look directly at himself.
He didn't want to think about what happened in this series of events. As long as he didn't think about it, he wouldn't be embarrassed.
Feng Qing continued to hug Luo Ning and kissed him long enough, and then let go. He knew how to push the envelope, and with Luo Ning's indulgence just now, his posture became even more intimate, and there was a lingering air between the clothes and robes. With an ambiguous voice, his clear voice was a little sexy, he clasped his fingers with Luo Ning and whispered: "Master, I want you, can you be with me?"
He doesn't want to be a master and apprentice, he just wants to be a companion.
Luo Ning's mood was a bit complicated. He didn't seem to understand his own feelings. He was silent for a while and responded: "I'll think about it again."
Feng Qing was not disappointed, there was a smile in his eyes, at least he did not refuse again, he had a chance.
The master was shaken and took the initiative to get close to him. This proved that the master cared about him, which was enough to make him happy.
The thin layer of paper was penetrated, and the feelings were exposed.
Feng Qing didn't hold back at first, holding his hand tightly, and couldn't help but give him a hug from time to time.
Luo Ning stared, then got a wet squirt.
There was no need to struggle, he simply stopped struggling.
In a month, they had visited the entire palace on the seabed. He wondered if it was because Feng Qing avoided it on purpose, but they rarely encountered people from other sects.
Feng Qing felt that it was almost done, and then he remembered the group of people who were still running around in his territory. He formed seals on his palms, and the palace on the seabed began to tremble violently. The originally peaceful barrier began to loosen, and pressure flowed under the water. The repulsive thoughts made the monks in the secret realm ejected from the barrier one after another.
A group of monks were all confused as to why they were suddenly thrown out. Thinking of the undiscovered treasures at the bottom of the sea, their hearts were filled with regret.
Compared to when they came here, the number of monks at this time has been reduced by half. Even if they were just wandering around in the secret realm, they still picked up spiritual stones or spiritual fruits with abundant spiritual energy, and also gained some magic formulas and pills, although they were still nostalgic. They feel reluctant to give up, but they feel happy again thinking about the gains.
Only Chu Xiuran's face was particularly gloomy. He looked down on those little things. What he wanted was the treasures of heaven and earth, and he wanted to dig out a lot of good things.
He even wanted to take advantage of this experience to improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds, but he came here and got very few things.
The other disciples of the Cangyu Sect next to them were all smiling, discussing how to arrange the harvest.
After checking the secret realm and being unable to enter it, the group had no choice but to leave.
The seabed became quiet again, and Feng Qing took Luo Ning for a tour of the entire seabed. The sparkling plants were all beautiful.
When Luo Ning was about to return to the Cangyu Sect, the bottom of the water stirred violently. Feng Qing beside him turned into a huge dragon shape, with a majestic and handsome body, a winding tail, five huge and sharp claws, and beautiful fiery red scales, with eyes like a clear ruby, it screamed, and a powerful and terrifying pressure swept across the seabed.
Feng Qing's tail gently enveloped Luo Ning, and he looked at Luo Ning with soft eyes. He flicked the dragon's tail and made the person lie on him.
Then it rushed out of the sea quickly, causing waves to hit the sky.
Luo Ning was initially startled and hugged Feng Qing's body tightly, but soon became excited again and touched Feng Qing's scales. He usually flew with a sword and had never laid on a dragon. Ah, rare touches here and there.
The scenery below flashed past. After flying through a lush ancient forest, Feng Qing slowed down, crossed a canyon, and broke into a certain boundary. The abundant spiritual energy made people feel swaying. Below were endless peach blossoms. The petals are in full bloom, and everything is pink.
When he stopped on a certain mountain, he saw a pool of warm spring water not far away, with spots of light and steam floating in it.
Feng Qing smiled and said: "Master, under this hot spring is a top-quality spiritual vein. If you soak it for a while, the spring water can solidify your spiritual roots and purify your meridians, which may be of great help to your cultivation."
Luo Ning was attracted by the warm hot springs. The fairy air that blew over his face made him feel elated. He could tell that it was very comfortable to soak in it, not to mention there were a lot of benefits.
He turned to Feng Qing and said, "why don't you go in first."
Feng Qing hugged his waist and said, "let's go together."
Luo Ning declined. This hot spring was quite spacious, but it would be unusual to bathe with Feng Qing.
Before he could escape, Feng Qing picked him up and slowly walked into the water.
How could Feng Qing be willing to let him go like this? Previously in Dragon Palace, Luo Ning's body couldn't bear it, but after soaking in this spiritual spring and strengthening his bones, it was no problem to be intimate.
The spring water wetted the clothes and made their skins touch each other tightly. Feng Qing hugged Luo Ning's waist from behind and bit Luo Ning's soft earlobe with his teeth. The desire that had been suppressed for too long no longer needed to be restrained.
Luo Ning shuddered slightly, feeling tingling, his temples were stained with water mist, and the water droplets slid down from his porcelain white neck, adding a touch of charm to his rosy face, which was more gorgeous than peach petals.
Knowing Feng Qing's hint, he couldn't help but feel a little scared and nervous. He moved his fingers and hesitated for a long time, but in the end he didn't push down the big palm that tightened around his waist.
He looked at Feng Qing with wet eyes and motioned for Feng Qing to be gentler.
Feng Qing took a deep breath, his eyes were bottomless, and the extreme joy almost overwhelmed him. He held Luo Ning's face and pressed it with his thin lips.
After sucking and biting Luo Ning's lips, which were numb and redder in color, his lips and teeth landed on Luo Ning's collarbone. The white collarbone was still stained with water drops, making it look extremely beautiful.
Luo Ning whimpered softly and leaned against the pool, like a wet little animal. He was so uneasy that he could only cling to Feng Qing.
The intermittent sobs then disappeared into Feng Qing's kiss.
Only the water ripples in circles...
The corners of Luo Ning's eyes were crimson, and his eyelids were red and swollen. He turned over unconsciously, blinking, and his sluggish thoughts could not react.
There is no longer warm water around him, he is nestled in a warm and broad embrace.
The sun sets and the moon rises. He doesn't know how many days have passed.
Luo Ning groaned, feeling a little regretful. He never thought that as an immortal cultivator, he would become so miserable after what he went through.
He underestimated the ferocity of a dragon, which cannot be measured by normal thinking. He was tossed over and over like a pancake. If it hadn't been for the hot spring, he might not have been able to wake up.
Feng Qing opened his eyes, filled with satisfaction, and kissed the corners of Luo Ning's eyes. When the master started crying in a delicate voice, although he was very pitiful, he was also very beautiful.
If Master is willing to be intimate with him, then Master must also like him.
Luo Ning moved his hands and feet, but he couldn't lift them up as if they were rusty. He looked angrily at the culprit and told him to be gentle, but in the end he wanted to eat him up and wipe him clean.
It's not comfortable at all. He doesn't want another time.
Feng Qing's heart softened. Dragons are different from humans. People's bodies are easily exhausted after the collision of spiritual energy. He gently pressed Luo Ning's waist and channeled the spiritual energy in Luo Ning's body.
Thinking about being alone for tens of thousands of years, now he finally has a partner.
He said softly: "Master, after we go back this time, can we officially become a Taoist couple?"
Taoist couples will sign a contract of mutual agreement, which will be recognized by heaven. From then on, their souls will completely belong to each other, their hearts will be connected, they will rejoice together, and the contract will take effect, which means it will never be terminated.
As long as he helps his master become a god, they will never be separated again.
Luo Ning narrowed his eyes slightly and hummed softly after listening to Feng Qing's words.
Masters and disciples in the world of cultivation can also become Taoist couples. When they return home, they should hold a pairing ceremony at the sect.
When his body was almost recovered, Luo Ning wanted to go back, but Feng Qing was still attached to the hot spring. While saying that he wanted to strengthen Luo Ning's physique, he hugged Luo Ning and got into the water.
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The two of them flopped around the hot spring for a few days before preparing to set off back to the sect.
As soon as he returned to Qianzhong Peak, Feng Qing insisted on moving into the same room with Luo Ning.
Luo Ning didn't say anything. They were already a couple now, so why would he refuse to sleep in the same bed?
Luo Ning then told the leader about becoming a Taoist couple.
The headmaster was very surprised. Young Master Uncle will have a Taoist companion so soon?
He thought that the young uncle would devote himself to training and be with the sword, but he didn't expect that he would have feelings for Feng Qing, and he didn't see any signs of it before.
He carefully asked Luo Ning and confirmed that Luo Ning had made up his mind before going to prepare for the ceremony. After all, the agreement of the same heart is unusual and can never be broken. If he has not identified a certain person, it is best not to sign such a contract.
The grand ceremony was held half a month later, and a banquet was held for some sects with good relations.
Luo Ning was dressed in an exquisite crimson robe, with a red hairband tied behind his back. He had a stunning appearance. He held Feng Qing's hand tightly, and the blood on their fingertips fused together.
The process of forming a concentric contract is not complicated. After their blood falls on the runes, a dazzling red light flashes, and the spell officially takes effect.
Luo Ning felt a slight numbness in his heart, and a mysterious feeling rose up, as if there was an invisible thread connecting him and Feng Qing.
Thunder exploded in the sky, purple light billowed in the clouds, carrying a dull depression, and a rolling rough thunder was about to strike. An invisible barrier instantly appeared in the clouds, blocking the thunder.
The purple thunder and lightning faded away in an instant, and the gloomy clouds shed sunshine.
Feng Qing glanced at the clearing sky. God had chosen a Taoist companion, and naturally he would be born with strange phenomena.
Heaven has been aware of his existence. In the past, the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder would definitely suppress him, but it is different now. The ancient gods have been almost wiped out. As long as he survives, Heaven will turn a blind eye.
The wedding was still lively and lively, and Feng Qing couldn't wait to take Luo Ning back to Thousand Peaks.
The cool peak also added to the joy, and the decoration in the courtyard was replaced with red gauze curtains.
Luo Ning was pressed down on the soft quilt, his arms resting on Feng Qing's shoulders, feeling the gentle kiss on his lips.
His body was as light as floating in the clouds. He was breathing lightly, feeling a little lost in Feng Qing's gentleness.
The pink lips were stained with a bright red color, the long black hair was scattered on the thin quilt, and the clothes were messy, revealing the fair and round shoulders.
Set against the red wedding dress, it looks like the most delicate begonia, with layers of beautiful petals pushed aside.
Feng Qing kissed Luo Ning until he couldn't breathe, and the love in his heart was about to overflow. He kissed the corner of Luo Ning's eyes with his thin lips, and whispered hoarsely into Luo Ning's ear.
Luo Ning blinked and reacted in a confused manner. He became even more embarrassed and stared at Feng Qing with his watery eyes. How could he be so immoral?
Feng Qing's hands crossed his sensitive waist and said softly: "Master, please indulge me just once."
Luo Ning bit his lip, as if there was an electric current running through his body, his head felt dizzy from being coaxed, and he took out the technique.
It is the dual cultivation technique that can not only deepen the relationship between partners, but also improve their cultivation.
The Dragon Clan was already greedy for happiness, and Feng Qing wanted to rub Luo Ning into his bones. Once he started, he was out of control.
Luo Ning was coaxed into pampering the other person for several days. He felt that such a life was really degenerate. Why should he accompany Feng Qing to fool around?
He was the one who was affected. When Feng Qing started to pester him again, Luo Ning pushed Feng Qing's face away and asked, "how many days have I not left the yard?"
"Don't bother me for the next half month!"
Feng Qing agreed obediently and comforted the master first. Anyway, he would always have a way to soften the master's heart when the time came.
After staying at Qianzhong Peak for a long time, Feng Qing took Luo Ning to visit various places and see all the worldly scenery.
......
Such a leisurely posture stung Chu Xiuran's eyes. Ever since the last time he visited the secret realm, Chu Xiuran felt fear in his heart.
When he was practicing, his realm was somewhat unstable, but Feng Qing became a Taoist couple with Venerable Tan Yue. Thinking of Venerable Tan Yue's cultivation and appearance, Chu Xiuran was extremely dissatisfied. What qualifications did Feng Qing have to be with such a person?
A despicable villain, he is afraid that he hid his dirty thoughts when he joined the sect. From now on, Venerable Tan Yue's resources will be freely available to him.
Venerable Tan Yue also has bad eyesight. How could he fall in love with a villain like Feng Qing who has evil intentions? He can only be used.
Chu Xiuran was angry and resentful. Thinking of his cultivation progress, his face became even more gloomy.
He is the most talented person in Cangyu Sect, how could he be upstaged by Feng Qing? According to this trend, even if he becomes the leader in the future, Feng Qing will be on top of him, how can he be willing to do so?
Chu Xiuran desperately wanted to become stronger, gritted his teeth, and planned to refine the treasure he cherished most.
When he tried hard to kill the demon dragon, although he came back disappointed, it was not without gain. He got two drops of pure dragon blood.
The dragon is the head of the monster beasts, with extraordinary strength. Its whole body is full of treasures. Its bones can be used to forge magical weapons, and its blood is a great tonic. As long as he refines those two drops of blood, his cultivation level will definitely be promoted to the realm of Yuanying...
Thinking about it, Chu Xiuran felt very regretful. If he had obtained the whole dragon's flesh and blood, he might still be able to become the strongest person in the world of cultivation.
That night, he suddenly had a dream. In the dream, it was the fiery red dragon, screaming at him fiercely.
Chu Xiuran felt happy. He had another dream. Maybe he could find traces of the dragon through this dream, and everything on the dragon belonged to him.
But in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Chu Xiuran changed. When he met a pair of scarlet eyes, the dragon transformed into a human form that he was all too familiar with.
It's the person he hates to the core of his bones.
Chu Xiuran's eyes widened and he woke up with disbelief in his eyes.
Is Feng Qing that dragon?!
How could that be?
But except for the time in the secret realm, his dreams had never gone wrong.
No wonder he was looking for that dragon, but there was no trace of it after searching for so long. It turned out that the dragon had sneaked into the sect in disguise.
No wonder Feng Qing wanted to go against him. It turned out to be because he wanted to kill him in the first place.
Recalling that the dragon breathed fire, and Feng Qing's technique was also fire.
Putting it all together, Chu Xiuran figured it all out. After being surprised, a twisted smile appeared on his face.
In this case, it is even more impossible for him to let Feng Qing go. He will not only trample Feng Qing under his feet, but also use Feng Qing's skin and flesh to help him cultivate.
Chu Xiuran was not going to enjoy those two drops of dragon blood. He had more wonderful features.
After figuring out what to do, Chu Xiuran immediately went to talk to the leader. They were humans, how could they mix with monsters.
He was worried that he could not control Feng Qing, and Feng Qing had Venerable Tan Yue as his backer. If Venerable Tan Yue wanted to protect him, his plan would come to nothing.
After Chu Xiuran thought about it, he heartbrokenly gave up some of his interests and decided to unite the sects to deal with Feng Qing. He didn't believe that others were unmoved, and with the sect's control, Venerable Tan Yue would not deny him face.
The leader scolded: "What are you talking about? How can Feng Qing be a dragon? Dragons are rare in the world. Why would he be hiding in our sect?"
"Why are you making such nonsense when you have no evidence?"
Chu Xiuran said seriously: "Uncle, I also know it's ridiculous, but for the sake of the safety of the sect, it doesn't hurt to be more cautious. To be honest, I went out for training half a year ago, met a dragon, and got a drop of dragon's blood. I found out that drop of dragon's blood actually reacted when it met Feng Qing."
"This just shows that Feng Qing has a deep connection with the dragon. The monster's cultivation is unpredictable, so it is not difficult to disguise itself as a human."
"We should try it out again."
The leader looked at Chu Xiuran steadily, fell silent, and looked a little solemn.
Chu Xiuran continued: "Even though Feng Qing seems gentle and harmless now, the monster has always been vicious and cruel. If he has evil intentions, we cannot gamble with our entire sect."
"If it's true that I was wrong, I'll just apologize."
The leader couldn't help but be shaken. The Cangyu Sect was very important, so why not give it a try?
Chu Xiuran raised the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he had that dream. He couldn't give Feng Qing a chance to turn around this time.
Feng Qing and Luo Ning had just returned to Qianzhong Peak. They heard that the master had something to discuss. When they entered the hall, Chu Xiuran flew over. He was holding a glass bottle in his hand. He drew a spell out of thin air on his fingertips and the bottle was pushed out, and a drop of blood floating in it trembled for a while, suddenly flashed with a dazzling light, and rushed towards Feng Qing.
Feng Qing clenched his palms slightly, and the drop of blood disappeared without a trace. He looked at Chu Xiuran with cold eyes. This smelly cockroach was determined to come up and cause trouble for him.
He pointed a finger, and a fierce flame immediately hit Chu Xiuran's chest. Chu Xiuran flew out in a panic and hit the pillars in the hall. What Chu Xiuran didn't notice was that a wisp of flames hit Chu Xiuran's chest, tiny flames penetrated into his meridians and entangled in his Dantian.
Feng Qing asked first, "What do you mean, Nephew Chu?"
"I just came back and you're full of murderous intent."
Chu Xiuran wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his body with hateful eyes, and roared: "Master uncles, you have seen it, he is a monster in Feng Qing, and he is hiding in our Cangyu Sect with ulterior motives!"
"For the safety of all the disciples, he should be killed!"
The faces of the elders in the temple also became serious. They saw with their own eyes that the drop of blood was fused with Feng Qing. The evidence is conclusive that Feng Qing is not a human race!
Monsters and humans have never been close to each other. Monsters are born with violent tempers. Humans hunt monsters to make elixirs. Monsters also like to eat humans. If the monsters are not contracted as pets, it will be difficult to coexist peacefully.
The more powerful a demonic beast is, the more ferocious it is. Feng Qing is a demonic dragon, and its strength is even more unfathomable.
Several monks surrounded Feng Qing, looking very wary. This was a serious matter, and they could not easily get past it.
No matter what, they must investigate clearly what Feng Qing's purpose is in coming to Cangyu Sect.
Luo Ning panicked for a moment. Feng Qing's identity was revealed. It seemed that his peaceful life was going to be broken.
No matter what, he wanted to protect Feng Qing. Feng Qing never harmed anyone without any reason. Why should he be targeted just because of his identity?
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Luo Ning stood in front of Feng Qing and said, "everyone, if you have something to do, please tell me clearly why you started fighting as soon as you came up."
The leader stepped forward and sighed helplessly. What the hell is this? A disciple with extraordinary talent turned out to be a monster and a Taoist companion of his uncle. This is really hard to solve.
He sighed: "Uncle, you don't know something. He is a dragon. He secretly sneaked into our Cangyu Sect for unknown purposes. We must find out his origins."
Luo Ning pursed her lips, "then what are you going to do?"
The leader said: "This... we must detain him in the cold area and then interrogate him carefully."
Luo Ning frowned. The Cold Realm was a place where disciples who made mistakes were punished. It was bone-chilling and it felt uncomfortable to stay there.
The key point is that Feng Qing joined the Cangyu Sect unintentionally. He had no purpose at all, so what else could he ask? If there was no result, would he have to be locked in there forever?
Luo Ning asked again: "Even if Feng Qing makes no mistakes, will he not be able to stay in the Cangyu Sect in the future?"
The headmaster didn't say anything. He was also torn. As the saying goes, those who are not members of their clan must have different hearts. He didn't trust Feng Qing, but the young master's uncle and Feng Qing became a Taoist couple. Judging from this situation, the young master's uncle planned to protect Feng Qing. If he stands on the opposite side of Feng Qing, he will offend his junior uncle.
Chu Xiuran rolled his eyes and shouted righteously: "Uncle Master, you can't be partial to Feng Qing just because he is your disciple. He is a demon dragon. If one day his madness breaks out, the disciples of the sect will be punished. There will be heavy casualties!"
"This dragon has harmed me before, and I was almost killed. It's just that there is no evidence, so I can only hold back this breath. If he can harm me, he can also harm other people."
"Do we really have to wait until something happens before we regret it?! Once word spreads about it, wouldn't everyone say that our Cangyu Sect is in league with monsters?"
Chu Xiuran deliberately incited the atmosphere, and he saw the defensiveness in the eyes of the elders increasing.
Luo Ning took a deep breath, and just wanted to cross his sword with his sword to shut up Chu Xiuran. Although Chu Xiuran deserved a beating, he really couldn't do anything at this moment, otherwise it would arouse public anger and be at a disadvantage.
Feng Qing took Luo Ning's hand. He didn't care what others thought. Cangyu Sect was not his home. His home was with his master.
He is right there. It doesn't matter if he leaves the Cangyu Sect, but Master must have feelings for the Cangyu Sect. Will he go with him?
Feng Qing coldly looked at Chu Xiuran, who was shouting happily, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into Chu Xiuran's storage space. Chu Xiuran, who was smiling twistedly, suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
Feng Qing said indifferently: "What qualifications does a sinister person like you have to question me? You are just showing off, do you really think you are aboveboard?"
"It is true that I am not a human being, but I have never killed any of my fellow sects. It's different for you. How does it feel to step on the bones of your fellow sects?"
Chu Xiuran's pupils widened and he panicked for a moment. He became even more resentful and cursed angrily: "It's really a monster. It's despicable and lies. Now it hurts my feet. You want to drag me into the water."
"Master uncles, take a look, this monster has ulterior motives. Now it has framed me. We must kill him. Why should we show mercy to a monster? As long as we refine his flesh and blood, our Cangyu Sect will definitely be able to do it..."
Feng Qing listened impatiently to his continued nonsense. His consciousness directly broke through the restrictions in Chu Xiuran's storage space. The storage space exploded with a bang. The contract was forcibly broken. Chu Xiuran's brain was smashed, and he hissed in pain and screamed.
The treasured magic weapon was revealed, as well as more than a dozen puppets. The darkness on the surface of the puppets faded away, revealing their original faces.
Several faces among these puppets are very familiar to the Cangyu Sect.
The monks in the hall were shocked. Why did the inner disciples who had died in the past become connected with Chu Xiuran, unless they were unfortunately killed when they went out to practice?
What exactly was Chu Xiuran hiding?
Sensing that the expressions of the elders were not right, Chu Xiuran looked at the puppets in confusion, his eyes changed drastically, panic flashed across his face, and he staggered involuntarily. These were the people who were jealous of him.
Either he hated them, or they were the ones he used to support him when he was in danger. After some of them died, he hid in his own space and learned to refine puppets.
Chu Xiuran didn't feel guilty. Which monk didn't have lives on his hands, but he was afraid of punishment within the sect?
The eyes he looked at Feng Qing were full of resentment, and his palms were bleeding. If it weren't for this beast, how could the matter be exposed? Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, he still came to add trouble to him.
But Chu Xiuran has no intention of continuing to fan the flames now. He seems calm, but he is already very panicked, thinking about how to find excuses to clear his body.
Compared with Feng Qing's identity, this incident shocked and angered the elders. Chu Xiuran was the junior they had watched grow up. When did he become so ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel? Those were also Chu Xiuran's senior brothers...
Two disciples who were carefully cultivated by the elders died in Chu Xiuran's hands.
It is normal for cultivators to fight and kill outside, but the sect has a rule that cannot be violated, that is, members cannot hurt their fellow sect members, but he can even attack people who are close to him. How can he still have humanity?
What's more, refining puppets is a crooked way. As authentic members of a well-known family, how could they be contaminated by these dirty evil arts?
Everyone looked at Chu Xiuran angrily. Chu Xiuran then took a step back, pointed at Feng Qing uncontrollably and said: "Uncle Master, Feng Qing is setting me up. I didn't do it. Feng Qing must have a grudge against me and deliberately cast a witchcraft."
"You know my character very well, how could I harm my senior brothers? You must believe me. Let's crush this demonic dragon to ashes."
The leader swung his palm directly, and Chu Xiuran fell to the ground in embarrassment. A heartbreaking and angry scolding rang in his ears: "You bastard! You still dare to quibble."
Regardless of whether the head's hands and feet were made by Feng Qing or not, it is a definite fact that Chu Xiuran practiced evil arts and harmed his fellow sect members. That was Chu Xiuran's own storage space. In public, Feng Qing could still stuff a few puppets into it. No, everything was clear based on Chu Xiuran's guilty look.
Chu Xiuran was really scared. He took a few steps back. He could no longer find a way out. His eyes were red. He quickly activated the spell, put all the magic weapons into his sleeves, and tried to escape.
The Cangyu Sect could no longer stay. All the torture was waiting for him, and he could not sit still and wait to die.
As long as he can escape smoothly and rely on his precognitive dreams, he can find a lot of opportunities. When he gathers his strength, he will be able to dominate the world of cultivation sooner or later.
Chu Xiuran turned into a stream of light, and just as he was about to escape from the Nine Stars Palace, an invisible net bounced him back, binding him tightly.
With a gloomy look, the leader sent someone to escort Chu Xiuran into the cold realm. Chu Xiuran's painful and angrily begging for mercy could be heard in the hall.
The atmosphere in Jiuxing Palace condensed and was so depressing that everyone could hear a pin drop.
The elders all had ugly expressions. Chu Xiuran and the others had watched them grow up and had high hopes. In addition, Cangyu Sect lost two elite disciples today, which was a great loss.
If he is unhappy in his heart, he will inevitably turn his anger on Feng Qing and look at him with evil eyes.
Luo Ning knew that they had a grudge and that the Cangyu Sect could no longer stay, so he took the initiative and said: "Headmaster, in the six months since Feng Qing joined the sect, his behavior has been obvious to all, and he has never hurt you."
"If you are worried, I will leave with him. If the sect is in an emergency in the future, I can come back to help at any time."
Luo Ning didn't plan to stay at Qianzhong Peak all his life. There were still so many sights in the world of cultivation, and he and Feng Qing could just go and visit them.
The headmaster was shocked and didn't want to let the young master uncle go. With the young master uncle sitting in charge of the Cangyu Sect, why worry about the Cangyu Sect not being able to prosper? Strange things come and go. The young master uncle should not have been allowed to form an alliance with Feng Qing in the first place.
He glanced at Feng Qing with dissatisfaction and persuaded Luo Ning to stay. If Luo Ning insisted on leaving the sect, they would have no choice but to give in.
Several elders gathered around and said loudly: "Uncle, please put the sect first and don't just care about personal relationships."
Luo Ning had to leave. If something happened to the Cangyu Sect in the future, Feng Qing would be blamed immediately. He would leave some cultivation resources to the Cangyu Sect, but it was impossible to abandon Feng Qing.
The group wanted to persuade them again, but the Jiuxing Palace suddenly shook. A huge dragon shape circled in the hall, and a warning roar roared out. The jade stones carved in the Nine Star Palace turned into powder, and the overwhelming pressure of divine consciousness came out. Shrouded in the hall, the people of the Cangyu Sect couldn't bear it and fell to their knees. Blood rushed up from their throats. Their whole bodies suddenly became cold, as if they were being stared at by the eyes of death. They were so trembling that they didn't even dare to move.
The clouds in the sky were rolling, and Feng Qing quickly swept Luo Ning away from the Cangyu Sect.
After a long time, the leader slowly raised his head, his face trembled, and his eyes widened. That was not a monster, but a god. He felt the divine thoughts, and there were gods in this world!
The leader was frightened for a while, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat. Thinking of their rudeness just now, he was filled with fear and regret.
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After Luo Ning and Feng Qing left, they first returned to the Undersea Dragon Palace. After staying in the Dragon Palace for a long time, they packed up their things and began to travel around various places in the world of cultivation, seeing all the beautiful scenery of time.
The world of cultivation is so big, but the years are long. They left traces on every continent. After passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, they rested in the Peach Blossom Valley.
The days the two spend together are sweet and warm. No matter how long it takes, Feng Qing is always as passionate as fire.
Luo Ning cherished such beauty, but after five hundred years, Feng Qing frowned and became a little worried.
Luo Ning's cultivation level has not improved, no matter what method he uses, it has stagnated.
After a thousand years, Feng Qing became a little crazy. He was a god, so naturally he could live forever. Luo Ning was a monk, and his cultivation could not pass the realm, and he would reach the end one day.
The corners of Luo Ning's eyes were slightly red, and he suddenly felt that time passed too fast. His soul was not from this world, and there was an upper limit to his lifespan.
Seeing the anxiety in Feng Qing's eyes, Luo Ning could only hug him and comfort him over and over again. It would be great if he could stay with him forever.
After tasting the fishy smell in the elixir, Luo Ning suddenly broke the bowl, bit her lip hard, and looked at Feng Qing with red eyes.
He should have noticed earlier. The efficacy of the medicine mainly depends on Feng Qing's blood.
Feng Qing kissed his lips in an intimate manner, licking away the smell of blood on his lips. His blood was a great tonic, and he could only use this method to keep his partner.
Luo Ning held his hand tightly. He didn't want Feng Qing to ruin himself like this. He stayed by Feng Qing's side every day and refused to drink another bowl of medicine.
Feng Qing fell silent, smiled, and slowly thought about it, maybe dying together is another kind of companionship.