Recognition

After the sand painting of Shou Gong was completed, Wen Qingwan planned to get up from the bed. After all, this was the third floor and Chen Mo's room. If they found out, it would be troublesome.

But as soon as she put down her skirt and put her legs together, Chen Mo came closer and held her shoulders.

Wen Qingwan suddenly panicked, her breathing was up and down, and her delicate body was trembling slightly: "No, if you... you really want to, go... to my room."

This sentence almost exhausted all the strength of Wen Qingwan.

"Don't be afraid, I told Qingmo and the others that I will be in seclusion these days and they will not disturb us."

After saying that, Chen Mo grabbed one of Wen Qingwan's jade feet, leaned over and nibbled on it.

Wen Qingwan was startled and was about to retract her feet, but Chen Mo grabbed her tightly. She said: "You...don't do this..."

"Call me husband."

"But...we are not married yet."

"Um?"

"It's tickling, it feels good...husband."

"Well, is this good?"

Chen Mo put down the curtain and got on the bed. Then he held Wen Qingwan's shoulders with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other. He then raised her chin and touched her lips.

"Woo——"

Wen Qingwan was extremely ashamed. He had just kissed his feet, and now he was kissing his mouth. Wouldn't that mean he was kissing his own feet...

...

From the window of the room on the second floor, Ning Shuang'er looked at the night outside the window and sighed secretly.

I have already set up a match with my aunt, so why haven’t I seen much progress between my aunt and Mr. Chen?

It seems that I have to think of a way...

With an idea in mind, Ning Shuang'er no longer hesitated and walked towards Wen Qingwan's room.

Their rooms were not far apart. Ning Shuang'er arrived within a few steps and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Ning Shuang'er opened the door and walked in. The room was dark, she lit the candle, and found that there was no one in the room.

"Where's my aunt?"

Ning Shuang'er looked confused.

Did you go to the bow of the boat to enjoy the wind?

Ning Shuang'er then walked downstairs, took a look at the bow of the ship, and found that it was not at the bow either.

When I returned, I found that my aunt had walked down from the third floor.

"Auntie, where have you been this late at night?" Ning Shuang'er asked in confusion.

The blush on Wen Qingwan's face has not completely dissipated. When she saw Ning Shuang'er, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She said with a little panic: "Watch the moonlight on the fifth floor for a while."

"Oh. Auntie, why is your face so red?"

"Ah? Yes? Shuang'er, why did you come to me?"

Wen Qingwan lifted the hair sticking to her cheek and changed the subject.

Ning Shuang'er held Wen Qingwan's arm and walked towards Wen Qingwan's room while saying, "Let's chat with my aunt?"

"What are you talking about?" After entering the room, Wen Qingwan frowned when she saw Ning Shuang'er walking towards the bed.

"Lie down and talk. Auntie, come here! I'll sleep with you tonight." Ning Shuang'er lay down on the bed and patted the bed.

"Nonsense, go back to your room and go to sleep."

"No, it's not like we haven't slept together before. What are you afraid of, aunt? And I didn't even chat with aunt last time."

Last time, Ning Shuang'er didn't stay because Wen Qingwan was worried about something.

Wen Qingwan pursed her lips, lay down beside the bed, and said immediately: "You can talk now!"

"Well, auntie, do you know what Mr. Chen likes to eat?"

"Huh? Why are you talking about him?"

"Just... just chat casually."

"What does he like to eat?"

"Sister Die said that he likes to eat flower cakes."

"oh."

"He also likes Fengyang flower-flavored lipstick."

"Oh... hmm?"

"You still like..."

All night long, Ning Shuang'er talked about Chen Mo, just to let her aunt remember these things subtly.

…

the other side.

in the room.

Chen Mo was inside the medicine cauldron, and the blood of three ancient ferocious beasts, burned by the strange fire, blended into Chen Mo's skin and bones.

The second stage of the Eucharist has to endure more suffering than the first stage.

…

Somewhere in the northwest region.

An old man wearing a light green robe looked at the illusory figure gathered next to the young man, his body trembling constantly: "Old...old guy, it's really you, you are indeed not dead."

Xiao Yan looked at the old man in green robes in front of him and his pupils shrank. He never expected that the teacher had such a relationship and had a strong Dou Zun as a friend.

"Old man Feng, long time no see." Yao Lao's excited voice had a hint of sadness, and he immediately said: "How did you know I was here?"

"When something happened to you back then, that guy Han Feng claimed that you blew yourself up and died while refining the elixir. Naturally, I didn't believe it. I had questioned Han Feng several times, but that guy was too cunning, and he didn't believe it.

I was not asked anything.

So I have been searching in Zhongzhou for many years. Until recently, I found some clues and suspected that your disappearance was related to Han Feng. So I came to the northwest region, but when I arrived in the northwest region, I found that Han Feng had already died.

Just when I was disappointed and ready to leave, I met someone from the Soul Palace on the way, and I learned your location from his mouth."

Master Feng stared at Yao Lao closely, with tears filling his eyes.

Xiao Yan was quite moved when he heard this and marveled at the strong friendship between Master Feng and his teacher.

Yao Lao sighed softly and said in a low voice: "My disappearance back then was indeed related to Han Feng. In order to obtain the Fen Jue in my hand, he united with the people in the Soul Palace to persecute me..."

Yao Lao told what happened.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yan clearly felt that Venerable Feng's face turned cold in an instant, and a fierce murderous intention surged out of his body, causing the temperature of the world to drop a lot.

"This beast, you raised him from an abandoned baby to an adult, and taught him all his abilities, yet he actually dared to bite the teacher, and his conscience was eaten by a dog. Now that he dies like this, it is really easy for him.

"

Lord Feng shouted angrily.

After saying that, Lord Feng glanced at Xiao Yan next to Yao Lao and said, "Who is this little brother?"

"I am Xiao Yan, the teacher's disciple." Xiao Yan cupped his hands and said.

"Disciple..." Master Feng glanced at Yao Lao in shock. After experiencing the betrayal of his disciples, he still dared to accept his disciples.

"Xiao Yan and Han Feng are different, you will know in the future." Yao Lao smiled and said after seeing what Master Feng was thinking.

"Okay. Now that I have found you, you can follow me back to Xingyun Pavilion. Although you currently have a soul body, based on your relationship in Danta, those old guys will refine a body for you.

No problem."

Master Feng stated his plan.
Chapter completed!