The boy's fingers stroked Qing Changye's soles, and his tentacle skin was even more delicate and smooth than expected. Seeing that he was just stroking from his toes to his instep, the young man lying on the bed reminded: "Eat harder."

The phantom of the phantom has been strengthened. After a little force, it is likely that Qing Changye's foot will be accidentally destroyed. What puzzled the young man even more was that the place where he had calmed down began to heat up again, as if he would become this strange when he touched this person. The young man hesitated for a moment and gently pressed Qing Changye's foot with his thumb. The muscles and bones of his feet in his hands were particularly beautiful. In addition, the master's skin was white and the ankles connected to the feet were slender, making these feet look like magic. Before the young man came to his senses, he had accidentally made repeated movements in his heart several times.

"What are you licking?"

Qing Changye looked back lazily at him. Because of his actions, the boy subconsciously glanced at Qing Changye's appearance at the moment, and his tongue stretched out could not help but stop. Part of the young man's ink-black hair was slightly wet, just close to his white jade-like neck. The pair of beautiful legs were clamped in the quilt and faintly appeared. The boy knew that because of Qing Changye's actions just now, the pillows and quilts he threw aside were wet, and the human body could actually secrete so much water. It was incredible to think about it.

"Yes...it's there, press hard, um...it's slower."

The boy's fingertips rubbed Qing Changye's feet along Qing Changye's instructions, and his caramel-colored eyes kept glancing on those legs like a devil. For the first time, he looked at Qing Changye so seriously. The other party's legs were white and long. Following those long legs, he could see a little bit of perky... The young phantom beast felt hotter and hotter.

Qing Changye suddenly said, "Who did you meet today? When you went to the supermarket."

"I met a little girl who was robbed. I helped her recover her bag and two robbers who robbed her," the boy replied absent-mindedly. His attention was on the quilt that covered the key parts of the bed. He really wanted to burn it with the fire power: "She's name is Carrie."

Qing Changye frowned. Although his body was charming, it was rare to keep flowing like today. Fortunately, he locked the door. The phantom beast had passed the most dangerous stage when he came in, otherwise he might kneel at the other party's feet to give up all dignity and begged him to possess him. He remembered the name Carrie. He introduced them to her once before. He was a witch who had lived for countless years because she liked to pretend to be young and maintained as a little girl. What impressed Qing Changye the most was that when she first met Carrie saw through his charming physique at first sight. At the same time, she also admitted that his soul was unstable, just like a half-dead person or from a different time and space. a said that the girl had "ghost eyes": she could see the dead and also see the internal essence of the creature.

Seeing Qing Changye silent, the young man took the initiative to say, "She gave me a bottle of perfume? I didn't want it, she sprayed some on me. Do you know her?"

"I have worked together before," Qing Changye signaled the fantasy beast to stop pinching his feet. His voice disappeared from the initial ambiguous stickiness and became dull again: "Don't pick her things next time, and take a detour when you see her."

"Why?"

The phantom beast looked at Qing Changye innocently, feeling a little regretful that he had not taken the bottle of perfume. He didn't understand what Qing Changye's reaction meant, but he kind of liked the other party's appearance of losing its sharpness.

"Because she pretends to be young, she should be at least 2,500 years old, although choosing what kind of appearance is everyone's freedom." Qing Changye thought for a while and admitted happily: "I am prejudiced to her."

“…”

Reality always goes against ideals. On the afternoon of the next day, the petite girl knocked on the door of the villa. The fantasy beast happened to be away. Qing Changye looked at the face reflected on the screen and opened the door for Carrie without any expression. When she walked into the house, Qing Changye's lips showed a decent smile, and he could not see the true thoughts in his heart: "Miss Carrie, I haven't seen you for many days, and you are still as glorious as you remember."

"Qingqing~" Carrie walked around the house and sat briskly beside the sofa. She signaled to the bar with her eyes: "Your house is so beautiful. Qingqing, give me a glass of blood-red fennel wine."

Qing Changye smiled, turned his head and poured out the wine Carrie wanted without expression. He put the wine glass on the coffee table. Carrie thanked him: "I observed from the crystal array yesterday that an unstable soul suddenly appeared in the city of Wimbledon. The unstable soul I have seen can count it with one hand. In addition, the King of the Federation is trying to get you in, so I think it's an old friend who is here, and it turns out that's true."

Thinking of the perfume in the mouth of the Phantom Beast, Qing Changye's smile deepened: "Miss Carrie's way of greeting her old friend is very special."

Carrie took a sip of anise wine. To be honest, it was a bit inconsistent for such a young girl to drink this kind of wine, but Carrie's appearance is as beautiful as a doll in a high-end showcase, which is not disgusting. She staggered the topic: "Qingqing, do you know your fantasy beast is S-level?" Before Qing Changye could speak, Carrie continued: "The last time you cooperated, you took an ancient blue star thing from me. Since you stayed with A, more and more people have purchased ancient blue star antiques on the market. Logically, there are not many people who bought these sky-high antiques except for the time that there is no place to put them. A bought more than 100 ancient blue star antiques for you in a year with a fake identity. The total value of these things is at least 100 million years. I am not curious where you got so much time, and I will not ask about the purpose of collecting antiques. I want to make a deal with you."

“What to trade?”

"I happen to have an antique blue star here, which is my bargaining chip. The potion I have recently refined has a bit of raw material, and there are three months left in the World Potion Open. I have lost to the witch in this competition for ten years. He was only fourteen years old when he beat me the first time." Carrie's delicate little face glanced at a trace of unwillingness: "If I could refine that kind of potion, I would definitely win the game. The potion's raw material is still a beast soul of an S-level phantom beast. This raw material is too rare, and I have already planned to give up, but yesterday I met your phantom beast on the street."

"You want me to kill him?"

"Yes," Carrie admitted: "He is too strong, I can't kill him. Because the soul sensing of the S-level fantasy beast appeared on the crystal array together with your soul sensing, I guess he is your fantasy beast, so I put aphrodisiacs on him and followed you to your residence. I'm very sorry for the offense, but I really want to make this deal with you, which is good for us."

"Miss Carrie," the young man's ink-like eyebrows and eyes were as affectionate as picturesque, and he whispered: "Why are you sure I'll kill him?"

"You haven't named him yet? Yesterday he didn't say his name from beginning to end," Carrie smiled, her eyes full of a must-have charm that only adult women have was amazingly beautiful on her childish face: "You don't even want to give a name, how much do you care about him?"

The fingers placed on the doorknob suddenly slid down, and the brown hair blocked the caramel-colored eyes. The five senses of the S-level phantom beast were extraordinary. The boy had already kept the conversation in the house in his ears. He should have gone in. From the time he heard Carrie persuade Qing Changye to kill him, he should have gone in and questioned him at that time, but he wanted to wait for the person's answer, and wanted to hear Qing Changye refuse with his own ears. But after hearing the words about the name, the boy's huge wings drooped silently.

He has no name, and until now, Qing Changye has not named him.

It is obvious that all the phantom beasts will have names when they are born, why is he the only one not? Such suspicions disappeared without realizing it when they saw the young man smiling, and the young man never asked about his doubts. The biological instinct made him realize that Qing Changye was not a pure human being. On the contrary, peeling off the elegant coat, he seemed very cold-blooded, but even so, the young man still liked to stay by the other person so much. Even if he vaguely noticed that Qing Changye's concept was different from him, he never thought of leaving. But until Carrie pushed the door out, the young man didn't hear the man's nice voice saying rejection.

"Hey, Mr. Fantasy Beast." Seeing the boy standing outside the door silently, Carrie cast a soundproof magic to make sure that Qing Changye in the room could not hear her conversation with Fantasy Beast: "We didn't find you here, so sorry that you could hear those words."

“…”

"I gave him a bottle of potion and asked him to add a drop to your food every day. When the phantom beast eats that potion, it will be able to sign a contract with someone for a certain amount. I asked Qingqing to sign a contract with you first and then take your life, because the phantom beast soul without the contract is too arrogant, and I am afraid that I will be cursed to death by Hakka." Carrie saw that his face was wrong and explained: "This is a lie to him. I don't want your life. I just want you to know how bad the master you have. If he really feeds you that kind of medicine, you can leave him. The medicine is apple-flavored, and it is very obvious when added to rice or wine."

Although Carrie was not panicked, she was actually looking forward to his reaction. After a long time, she heard the boy whisper: "Why did he collect antiques?"

Carrie was stunned. She didn't expect this phantom beast to be so stupid. He didn't hate Qing Changye, and he didn't even have any anger. Her tone was not very good: "I don't know, since Qingqing has been collecting those, his accomplices may know why."

"What is charming?"

Hearing him ask this, Carrie smiled and said, "Feeling is a physique, and only one out of hundreds of millions of people may be. Aren't you surprised? Mr. Phantom Beast, what kind of beauty is not easy to get when you reach the position of the King of the Federation. Why do you think the king chases him? He is charming inside, because he is sexy and slutty in his bones. No matter how good the beauty is, you can't compare to it. When you touch him, your palms will feel crisp, especially when he gets hot, your body can tangle people to death."

She stuffed a bottle of potion into his hand.

"You didn't ask for a thank you yesterday," said Carrie. "You are so kind. If he drug you, you will also drug him. Just pour three drops by his door, and he will cry inside all night."

Hearing the movement outside the door, Qing Changye turned his head slightly, and the handsome young man came in from outside the door, and his huge black wings were like a miracle when they opened. Qing Changye put down the LCD screen in his hand and looked at him. The boy's eyes swept across the screen, which showed the antiques traded by Carrie and Qing Changye. He walked to the young man and suddenly said.

"Do you want to squeeze your feet?"

Before Qing Changye could answer, he pulled the young man's feet, his shoes and socks were annihilated by invisible energy, and his bare feet were beautiful insteps. The young man bowed his head and his wings gathered Qing Changye in it.

He was bitten hard.

"Yeah!" Qing Changye frowned. His toes were wet and warm, and the sticky touch made him feel like a big dog licking his master. He wanted to retract his legs, but his ankles were held in his hands by the phantom beast: "Don't suck my feet."
Chapter completed!