Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Sect Master Bairen's eyes moved outwards, and soon turned to Feng Zhaoming's face, two fingers groping Xianjun's smooth skin vaguely.Sect Master Bairen said: "Qingfeng and Mingyue are right outside the door, it doesn't matter if I can hear you and me talking? Fengxian Jun, do you know this deity..."

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of his right hand, a sound-proof barrier spread from his palm outward.

The room is covered with a layer of transparent diaphragm, blocking all sound.

The corner of Sect Master Bairen's mouth curled up, and he continued: "Do you know what this deity wants to come this time? A cup of green lychee juice is not enough for the spiritual power that this deity expended to come to Zhengyang Xianzong."

"..."

Facing the stuffy gourd-like fairy in front of him, instead of feeling bored, Sect Master Bairen was very interested.He straddled Feng Zhaoming's waist in an extremely rude posture that outsiders would never believe a suzerain could do.

He leaned close to Feng Zhaoming's ear and whispered to him: "This venerable came here... to send myself to the bed of the immortal king."

Feng Zhaoming closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

"This deity takes pity on you, not only let you be on the top, but also give you blood later, so that you can use it to please the little fairy master. Only this deity can do such a good thing."

After saying that, Sect Master Bairen stepped forward, kissed Feng Zhaoming's vermilion eyebrows, and continued: "You have taken advantage of me so many times, so don't frown and show a reluctant expression."

The eyebrows are Feng Zhaoming's pulse points.

The whole body of the monk is protected by aura, which is hard and indestructible. Only the pulse point is weak and can be fatal.

Even close relatives rarely touch other people's connections like Patriarch Bairen.

This is not only rude, but also too presumptuous, because even between couples, you can't joke about life and death.

However, the master of Bairen moved smoothly, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He even stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Feng Zhaoming opened his eyes and looked at Bai Ren sharply.

Sect Master Bai Ren said with a smile: "But you can't always take advantage of it. If you want the essence and blood of the deity, there are conditions. For example, the location of the act must be chosen by the deity."

"..."

"I heard that the little fairy master often comes to Banxie Pavilion to ask the fairy king in person, where is it?" Sect master Bairen said: "The little fairy master has the bone of the fairy master Dongkun in his body, and when you see him, you will definitely think of Dongkun. Hmph. I have had sex with you in the Banxie Pavilion, and when you teach the little fairy master in the future, maybe you won’t think of him, but me!”

Sect Master Bai Ren turned his face very quickly, he was still smiling before, but after a cold snort, he quickly changed his mood, appearing extremely angry, and at the end, he even forgot to call himself.

"presumptuous."

Feng Zhaoming scolded, his right hand was like lightning, he grabbed Sect Master Bairen by the shoulder, and ripped him off.

Then he stood up, and the wooden bench behind him was kicked over, cracked twice, and split into several pieces.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and a fight was about to start.

At this moment, Sect Master Bairen took a deep breath, his face softened a lot.

He said: "...I have come to Zhengyang Immortal Sect through untold hardships, not to fight with you. That's all, I have already figured out what kind of temper you have."

After finishing speaking, Sect Master Bai Ren stepped forward and silently restored the wooden bench.

After that, he grabbed Feng Zhaoming's collar with one hand, and wrapped around Xianjun's neck with the other, wrapping around his body like vines...

At the stage of cultivating the gods, he has long been unaware of the changes in cold and heat, and Bai Ren has long forgotten what it feels like to be scorching hot.

However, the chest of the man behind him was so hot that it almost burned him, making Sect Master Bairen covered in sweat.

His calf cramped, his toes stepped on the sheets hard, every inch of his body was wet with sweat, even his eyelashes were unbearably wet.

"You... you bastard..."

The secret place behind the venerable master was not lubricated, and Feng Xianjun entered deeply from behind, and couldn't stop for a long time, Bai Ren trembled and scolded: "Bastard...you dare to let Longyu come here...you...you Dare to let her come, you only have the little fairy master in your heart, you have never thought of me... ah..."

Sect Master Bairen couldn't hold his elbows any longer, he panted and fell on the bed, the sheets were full of Xianjun's cold breath, he held Feng Zhaoming's arm tightly, his whole body trembled, his body stiffened, and he held his breath.After a few breaths, Fang Cai lay limp on the bed, short of breath.

I do not know how long it has been.

Feng Zhaoming withdrew the sharp blade in his hand, and put the blood in front of him into the crystal box.

Blood is extremely important to a monk, a handful of blood is the limit point that can make a monk critically weak.

After being sucked by Feng Zhaoming for a handful of blood, Bai Ren would not suffer much harm theoretically, but his face was still extremely pale and his lips were colorless.

Sect Master Bairen took a breath and healed the wound on his chest indifferently. He smiled self-deprecatingly, didn't hold back, and said:

"Feng Xianjun, this deity knows that you slept with me for essence and blood. Can you not just stop and take blood immediately? I made you burn like a fire in the back, and you gave me a knife in the chest. Really... I don’t understand the style .”

Feng Zhaoming didn't open his mouth to defend, he put the crystal box in his cuffs, cupped his hands and said: "The suzerain can rest here, I will offend you if I go out on business."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Hold on."

Feng Zhaoming's footsteps stopped for a while, and he didn't look back.

Sect Master Bairen looked at Feng Zhaoming's back, paused, and said: "In a few days, Zhengyang Immortal Sect will hold a martial arts performance. As the Sect Master of Puyue Sect, I will bring my disciples to participate."

Feng Zhaoming nodded and said, "Welcome Sect Master Bairen."

Sect Master Bai Ren said with a smile: "At that time, can you ask for a peak near Feng Xianjun, so that I can live in it?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't answer, and walked straight out of the Immortal Palace.

……

Every blood vessel in Lin Zichu's body was in severe pain, and the cold breath pressed against his throat, as if he was about to burst out.

After enduring such pain for a long time, the majestic spiritual power in his body was suppressed just now.

Lin Zichu was panting with difficulty, and when he opened his eyes, he had already returned to Xuebei Peak, his residence.

It was a simple little courtyard with stone bridges paved with pebbles and houses repaired with green bamboos.

There is a stone well with a size of one inch, standing on the left side of the other courtyard, exuding traces of aura, making the world moist.

He frowned, propped up his hands, and swayed his body.

The red rope girl sitting next to Lin Zichu hurriedly helped her up and said, "Senior brother, you just woke up, so it's better not to get up."

Lin Zichu frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Pei'er, how long have I been asleep?"

"Sleeping for several days." Pei'er said: "You were emotional, and you took off the silver needles around the eyes without authorization, and the spiritual power in your body soared, which is really dangerous. If it wasn't for Senior Brother Qian Qing who put the silver needles on you, and personally sent you to the Xuanying Immortal Hall , your pulse point almost moved up again! Brother, your little life is already very precious, can you stop doing stupid things to make it—"

Pei'er earnestly and persuasively persuades her.

However, Lin Zichu didn't listen, his expression changed, he covered his throat with one hand, supported his body with the other, and asked forward, "What? You said... Qianqing sent me to Xuanying Immortal Palace?"

Pei'er was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and said: "Not only that, during the past few days when you were in a coma, Senior Brother Qianqing came to visit you three times in total, seeing that you have not woken up, each time you come back disappointed, and you want me to wait for you to wake up." Tell him as soon as you come."

Lin Zichu suddenly lifted off the thin quilt covering his body, and said joyfully:

"I'll go myself... I'll tell him..."

However, as soon as he got out of bed, his knees trembled, as if he was about to kneel on the ground.Pei'er hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and said: "Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Don't even look at it, what time is it now, if you go rashly, won't you cause trouble for Senior Brother Qianqing?"

Lin Zichu took a long breath and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window, the sky is clear and the breeze is blowing.

At this time, Qian Qing should be at Feng Zhaoming's place, listening to Xianjun's teachings.