Yu Fusheng intentionally avoided Fang Zhongqing, explained to the people below, and drank alone in the pavilion. At this time, Mu Ranyue came.

Yu Fusheng remembers that before leaving the Sword Sect, someone mentioned to him that Mu Ranyue had been captured by the demon cultivator, and it had a shadow on the demon cultivator's heart. I'm afraid that this time the demon eradication is not suitable for participating, Yu Fusheng approved it.

But unexpectedly, the other party came again.

Mu Ranyue was wearing a snow-white long dress and holding a white flute. She was brighter than the girl she looked like back then, but she was still cold. Except for her better than Yu Fusheng, she was quite cold to everyone else.

Yu Fusheng said, "Why are you here?"

Mu Ranyue raised her beautiful face: "I'll help my senior brother."

Yu Fusheng seemed to be smiling, thinking that he had not yet fallen to ask others for help: "Aren't you afraid of demon cultivators?"

Mu Ranyue: "With my senior brother here, of course I'm not afraid."

After Mu Ranyue finished speaking, she stared at Yu Fusheng tightly, trying to poke out some expression from the other person's face, but unfortunately she couldn't see it at all.

The man in the pavilion had a light curl of thin lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and had his usual warm smile: "Since you are a member of the Sword Sect, as the sect leader, I will naturally do my best to protect each other."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ranyue felt annoyed, and Yu Fusheng answered as if she had not listed her as a special treatment and treated her equally with others.

Mu Ranyue didn't believe that Yu Fusheng had no intention of her.

There are very many people in the sect who admire Yu Fusheng, but Yu Fusheng has not left any trace of his eyes on them, only himself.

Mu Ranyue realized that Yu Fusheng's gaze often fell on her, and even other people in the sect noticed it. It is recognized that the two were born with a pair.

But Yu Fusheng has been delayed in provoking it, and Mu Ranyue has been waiting for so many years, but she can't help it anymore.

Yu Fusheng stared at Mu Ranyue, stared for a moment, and the corners of his lips raised a perfect curve and pressed down slightly.

In the past, Mu Ranyue held a white flute in her hand, wearing a white dress, and was a little cold and looked like a person. No wonder he could not help but look at him. He didn't like him, but he always liked to look at him from afar. When he got close, he didn't like him.

Yu Fusheng suddenly felt it was ridiculous, so he waved his hand and asked Mu Ranyue to rest earlier.

Mu Ranyue pursed her lips for a while, and left with a complicated expression. Then, Yu Fusheng sat alone in the pavilion and drank.

The enemy is facing the enemy, and the Sect Master of the Sword Sect is drunk.

When Fang Zhongqing arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The wine cup in the pavilion broke all over the ground. Yu Fusheng suddenly saw the familiar figure and couldn't help but stretch his hand around Fang Zhongqing's waist: "You are here."

Fang Zhongqing smelled the smell of alcohol on Yu Fusheng. A cultivator of the God Transformation Realm actually got drunk. If it spread, he would probably become a laughing stock in the Three Realms.

Fang Zhongqing stood there, with a stiff expression on his waist and was stuck in the waist. Seeing Yu Fusheng rubbing against him, he didn't know what to do. He heard footsteps coming from a distance, so he quickly took the people away.

When he returned to his residence, Fang Zhongqing touched the storage bag and remembered the pill that had not sobered up, so he had to sigh and support Yu Fusheng back to the bedroom.

But this man, who was taller than him, stopped in the bedroom, looked at him, then looked at the room, and refused to go in no matter what he said: "No... can't go in... I won't be able to control you if you are inside."

Fang Zhongqing was confused and finally had no choice but to find a clean place outside.

Yu Fusheng leaned against him, staring at him sometimes, holding his wrist tightly, and was reluctant to let go, and his behavior was extremely strange.

But pain was always on his face.

Fang Zhongqing didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he didn't answer, so he had to help Yu Fusheng develop his crown, let him pillow on his legs, and the two of them stayed under the tree all night.

At dawn, Yu Fusheng woke up and opened his eyes to see the lush branches and leaves. His eyes slightly moved, and he saw the delicate jaw.

Fang Zhongqing leaned beneath the tree, leaning against the rough trunk, frowned slightly, and breathing lightly and evenly.

Yu Fusheng was stunned for a moment, sat up, and quickly withdrew his hand when it landed on Fang Zhongqing's cheek, and the memory of last night gradually regained its memory.

He refused to go back to the room, so Fang Zhongqing stayed outside for a night...

Yu Fusheng's expression was extremely complicated. The more Fang Zhongqing was like this, the more uncomfortable he felt and the more he could not control the evil thoughts in his heart.

If you like someone, don’t you just get it?

But Yu Fusheng knew clearly that he could not do this.

Fang Zhongqing woke up and found that Yu Fusheng was missing yet, so he cracked the magic alone and finally found the way to crack it.

Xi Mo suddenly disappeared that night, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power around him. In fact, it was caused by a spell. It was not disappearing and escaping, but possessing something nearby, hiding it, and only after they left, they ran away again.

Fang Zhongqing planned to tell Yu Fusheng that when he found the person, Yu Fusheng's hand was stained with blood, and there was a pale girl standing beside him, and many members of the Sword Sect surrounded him.

Mu Ranyue was still scared: "Thank you, senior brother."

Yu Fusheng stared at the blood in his hand and slightly picked the corners of his lips: "It's okay."

Just now, he grabbed a little blood from Xi Mo. Yu Fusheng took out a special silk handkerchief and wiped the blood on it little by little.

After wiping, Yu Fusheng suddenly noticed the hem of his clothes hidden behind the tree, with thin thread embroidered with familiar patterns.

Yu Fusheng subconsciously walked over, but as soon as he lifted his feet, he shrank back.

He greeted everyone and said, "Let's go."

Fang Zhongqing raised his hand to halfway and found that Yu Fusheng had left. After a moment of silence, he took out a bunch of candied haws, took a bite, tasted the sour and sweet taste, and went to search for Xi Mo.

Since I just fought with Yu Fusheng, I must not go far.

But Fang Zhongqing searched for him for a long time but couldn't find him. The sky was covered with clouds and it looked like it was going to rain.

In the evening, Fang Zhongqing stood on the river bank, looking at a string of lanterns of various colors by the roadside, thinking about where to go next, a jade pendant suddenly appeared in his sight, which was in the shape of a moon, very beautiful.

The lantern shone with light, and there was a shadow around him.

Yu Fusheng left, but he was thinking about the corner of his clothes exposed behind the tree. He didn't come back to his senses until someone pulled him down.

The other disciples left halfway, and at this time he and Mu Ranyue were left. Mu Ranyue looked at him, and his eyes fluctuated a little: "Senior Brother,"

Yu Fusheng asked: "What's the matter?"

Mu Ranyue hesitated for a moment, her pretty face turned slightly red, and when she raised her eyes, her slightly cold eyes showed a soft look.

Yu Fusheng was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when he gave Fang Zhongqing a string of candied haws, Fang Zhongqing looked like a child who received a gift, with his eyebrows and eyes curled up, and he looked very beautiful.

When Yu Fusheng came to his senses, Mu Ranyue's lips opened slightly, and she had already reached the end of the conversation, looking at him with anticipation: "......I admire Senior Brother for many years."

Yu Fusheng recalled that the woman in front of him seemed to be saying that before entering the sect, he heard about his deeds, saved his fellow disciples in Manyou Valley, fought alone in Gu Diao, and brought back the corpse of the young sect leader in the secret realm. He was extremely courageous, so he felt good about him before entering the sect. After being saved by him from the demon cultivator, he fell in love with him.

After Mu Ranyue finished speaking, she looked full of anticipation and saw Yu Fusheng opening his narrow eyes and the corners of her lips raised an almost sarcastic curve.

"You said that person, it's not me."

Mu Ranyue was unclear, so Yu Fusheng got closer and attached to Mu Ranyue's ears, with thin lips slightly opened. With the night wind, words such as "ancient secret realm" and "kill" were heard.

Mu Ranyue's face gradually turned pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Yu Fusheng sneered, "What a bright and clear moon, a righteous spirit, maybe he had it when he was young and ignorant, but now it has disappeared long ago."

These people never knew him, they just imagined him as they liked, and when he showed his true face, they were so scared that they were hindered.

Yu Fusheng found it ridiculous and left at once.

At this time, in a demon cave in the Demon Realm, Fang Zhongqing's white clothes were stained with blood, his long eyelashes were drooping, and there was a scene of collapse everywhere.

Xi Mo was still scared. If he had not turned the person to the ancient Rakshasa formation and consumed most of his spiritual power, he would not be his opponent based on the spiritual power that Fang Zhongqing had previously burst out.

Fortunately, this person is easily deceived.

Xi Mo chuckled, approached the figure lying in the formation, lowered his head and kissed his fair cheeks. In order to ensure safety, he used a spiritual rope to tie Fang Zhongqing's hands and feet, and then hugged the man horizontally.

Fang Zhongqing was injured and was about to fall asleep in a daze. Someone hugged her breath, and he didn't like this breath.

He tried hard to open his eyes and saw the face that lowered his head and chuckled: "Fang Zhongqing, can you be my devil queen?"

Fang Zhongqing frowned tightly, and was placed on the bed in an instant. He landed his hand on his waist and pulled open the black-haired belt.

Fang Zhongqing didn't know what this person was going to do, but he didn't like someone to treat him like this, but he was attacked just now and was under the power of the formation. At this time, the spiritual power in his body was empty.

A strand of belt fell to the ground, and Xi Mo suddenly pressed on him.

Fang Zhongqing frowned, and disappeared into the bed with a tiny bit of spiritual power and fingertips.

Xi Mo's face was incredible, and after a while he felt thoughtful, his eyes were even more stunning: "You actually learned it, but you just read it!"

Xi Mo knew the mystery of this magic, so he searched in the room, first set up a barrier in the room, then searched for objects one by one, and knocked them with spiritual power.

"Come out, I'll see you."

Fang Zhongqing possessed a grass on the windowsill, very tired, but he couldn't sleep. After sleeping, the spell would disappear.

He didn't know what Xi Mo did to take off his clothes, but it was probably not a good thing. He had reflexive disgust. Now he had no spiritual power to fight, so hiding was the only way, but he didn't know how long he could last.

On the other side, Yu Fusheng returned to his residence and frowned after he had not found Fang Zhongqing.

Thinking that Fang Zhongqing might go to find Xi Mo, even if Xi Mo is not his opponent, Yu Fusheng felt uneasy.

He took out the silk handkerchief, and the blood stains on it were still very fresh. He wiped a little blood from his fingertips and rubbed it in his hands. In an instant, thousands of thin lines were exploring in all directions.

Xi Mo searched for a long time but didn't find anyone. He looked impatient until he noticed a grass on the windowsill, and at night, there were a little bloody color.

Xi Mo suddenly smiled, approached step by step, touched the grass with his fingers, and the tip of the green grass leaves immediately retreated a little, and the windlessness automatically.

"So it's here," Xi Mo laughed softly, using his spiritual power to force the person out, and the spiritual energy around him condensed.

The grass poked out the tip of the leaves and looked at it.

Yu Fusheng's fingertips condensed with a drop of blood, appeared in the room, looked around, and saw that the things were broken all over the ground, and it was obvious that someone had been furious.
To be continued...