Previously, Feng Rugu and Ruyi had never really crossed the thunder pool.

Feng Rugu likes to admire his lonely fragrance most in his life. Of course, he doesn't think that his spiritual power is useless and cannot be called casually, so he is rubbed by Ruyi.

...In other words, a dead boy is not a hero when he takes advantage of others' danger.

Now that we have to return to our body and regain our spiritual power, Feng Rugu likes him in his heart, so he naturally wants to do something that the people we like will do.

But before that, Feng Rugu had something to ask him.

Ruyi made most of the bed for him, but Feng Rugu still refused to relax and pressed him step by step.

If you are forced into the bed by Feng Rugu, you will retreat again and again until you are in a embarrassing state of being unable to retreat.

His hands were tied to the bed railing, and he subconsciously cherished Feng Rugu, and his head was tilted, afraid that he would be abrupt. He saw that he could not avoid it, so he had to close his eyes, and according to his many years of habit, he opened his lips and teeth slightly, recited Buddhist scriptures to calm his mind.

"Master, great saint...shush."

Feng Rugu pulled out a bamboo hairpin from his hair, tapped it on his lips, stopped his voice, and threw the hairpin to the ground with all his hands.

Kong Yue's "ding" sound made the red mole on his ears turn red: "...If you have time to think about those things, why don't you answer a few questions for me."

In the sound of the thin silver chain, I clenched my palms.

...If you don't deny it is acquiesce.

Feng Rugu asked him with a silence, "Who is the firefly and who is the bright moon?"

Like a sudden burst in your heart.

The adoptive father... he really cares about this.

He has been caring since he woke up.

Although the adoptive father knew in his heart that Mingyueyingzhu was always the same person, because he said that sentence himself, he cared about it.

"…The adoptive father is the bright moon and also the firefly."

For example, I am introverted and taciturn all my life, but I am not good at speaking. When I speak, I speak very slowly, but I count my heart and dare not add any pretentiousness: "When I was born, I was in the dark night, and there was no light to speak. After four years of the bright moon shining on the way, I returned to the darkness. From then on, I dare not expect the light to be merciless. I only hope that the bright moon will remain in the sky, occasionally glimpse and respect it. I am in the dark, but I only hope that a bright candle and a firefly will follow my body...and then, I will wait for the adoptive father."

Who would have thought that the long lights and bright moons would all fall into his arms.

Ru Yi said: "...my thoughts are written in the letter."

Feng Rugu tilted his head: "It doesn't seem like your letter means that."

For example: "Which letter?"

Feng Rugu: "How many letters are there?"

Having said that, Ruyi and Feng Ruyuan woke up together.

Realizing that Feng Rugu had only received his first letter, Ruyi changed color slightly. Just as she was about to open her eyes, Feng Rugu covered her eyes by Feng Rugu.

Loss of light, all touches are amplified.

Feng Rugu bowed down and lifted his sleeves. He saw a red wound on his wrist, and the scar had been healed.

But now it seems that it is still conceivable that he was described as ferocious when he was first injured.

Feng Rugu thought that two years ago, there was a problem with the mountain protection formation in Hanshan Temple. He let himself, the devil who broke the demon-subduing stone in public, go out. Ruyi, as a monk who protects the temple, how could he not be punished by Hanshan Temple?

At that time, why did he appear in front of the Haoran Pavilion of Fengling, who should have been punished?

How did he break free from the shackles and find himself?

...These two scars gave him the answer.

When he was ignorant and demented, he had seen this scar countless times.

But at that time, he was obsessed with his own world and had no time to care about the origin of the scar.

Thinking of this, Feng Ruyuan bent down.

A little boneless softness fell on the scar, instantly scorching like a piece of numbness on the wrist, and the blood on the wrist jumped up, and the scar that was taken care of by the lips became bloody and red inch.

Ruyi was so unaware of what to do: "Encyclopedia, that letter..."

Feng Rugu looked at his tightly pursed lips and felt very interesting, but he still did not give up on the final analysis: "Why do you always say such hurtful words?"

Under the strong control, the chest was slightly undulating, but the thunderous heartbeat was clearly heard: "The adoptive father always compared himself to Duanrongjun. For some reason, I just felt... you care about Duanrongjun's position in my heart, but in my opinion, you are clearly closer to Duanrongjun, you are with him...I..."

Feng Rugu went to the nail on the head: "Are you jealous?"

For example: "No—"

As one: "…"

As in one: "Yes."

Feng Ruyuan Rang and lay on his shoulder.

As soon as he felt the bony scars on his body, he was killed and killed. Before he could feel sad, his cheeks turned red.

...He actually took off all his clothes?!

Feng Rugu was talking slowly from the place close to him, his voice was very light, calculating old accounts one by one, as if a little bird was staying on Ruyixin's mouth, pecking at him: "I remember you have said a lot. Is it all because of jealousy? For example, in Qingyang Mountain, you told me to 'don't be too sentimental'..."

If you regret it, your heart will be burned like fire, and your hands will not be liberated for a moment. You can't help but bit Feng Rugu's mouth and block back all the unbearable and hurtful words you have said.

"I... talk nonsense and speak in a bad way." Ruyi's mind was in chaos, and he was confusing by Feng Ruyuan and told the truth. "At that time, I was worried that you would see my thoughts... At that time, I should have hated you. But I..."

Feng Rugu's voice became lighter, and he had to listen carefully to what he was saying: "When did you have mine in your heart?"

Ruyi tried his best to close his eyes, and the long street of the ancient city flashed in front of him. Amid the sound of praying for the gods, Feng Ruguo drew the fingertips of the four corners of his forehead, which were stained with red fragrant mud.

He had red ears and dared not admit it, so he pushed the time a step further: "It's... in Qingyang Mountain, when I was shot in the Gu..."

He originally wanted to say that it was because of the plate of peeled longan, but who wanted to be snatched by Feng Rugu: "Ah, I understand. Because I like my body?"

"...No!" Ru saw that the darker the more he was, he was so sad that Feng Rugu was afraid to hide it anymore, "I... I was in the ancient city of Shuisheng, so I..."

Feng Rugu put his face on the side of his collarbone and teased him: "Ah~ Master lies again today, and I caught him."

For example, “Yes, when it comes to blame, you should practice meditation for the rest of your life.”

"You have been kidnapped by me, and you still have to practice Zen?" Feng Rugu's eyes were covered with a faint red color. He raised his five fingers and gently grabbed the things in his palm. "Master, look at you, you have become like this, how can you practice?"

Ruyi panted: "Entertainment Father, don't..."

"What's wrong?" Feng Rugu was on a whim and began to talk nonsense again, "I'm a demon. My mind is no longer as good as before. I can do anything. Today is still peaceful. I can't say that tomorrow, I will go out and start killing people, which will cause trouble in the troubled world."

He bit Ruyi's lace and pulled Ruyi's robe to his neck little by little, and pulled it off the dignified and reserved monk's robe.

The warm and moist feeling is touching through the clothes.

"You have served me so happily. I will take care of myself for your world and your Buddha." Feng Rugu whispered with a smile, "Master is compassionate, can you be willing to sacrifice yourself for the world?"

Ru Yi's eyebrows were entangled for a moment, and then she also relieved her knot.

He respects everything his adoptive father wants to do.

Besides, this was the first time he did this, and he had only a little understanding of it, and he was afraid that he would hurt his adoptive father.

As if he closed his eyebrows, the cold and hard ice shell around his body melted half.

...His Buddha land on earth is already in front of him.

He loved this man as much as he worshiped God.

The ears and hair are rubbed together, and the feelings are getting stronger.

Under the high and dim light color, two strands of mandarin duck silk are twisted together, a shuttle of infatuation and spring, and weaving the full bloom of brocade, and never parted again.

However, Feng Rugu had some minor problems.

The ten years of delay in "deep still water flowing" made him feel less physically than ordinary monks.

This was the first time Feng Rugu knew about this, so he was so exhausted. He just hugged each other and tasted a deep kiss. He tossed himself very hard, and his waist felt sore and his breath became heavier and heavier.

The clear moonlight swept through the window, and thin sweat hangs on the tip of his nose, and the dripping sounds were blown to the tip of his heart without dropping.

Ruyi was already in a state of emotion, and she was just gritting her teeth and waiting for her adoptive father to have a happy life.

Who would have thought that when the situation came naturally, the digger threw away the shovel.

Feng Rugu took a deep breath, turned over and lay on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

As one: "?"

Feng Rugu was leaning on the pillow, sweating profusely, and said coquettishly: "I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore."

For example: "…?

Feng Rugu: "I'm so tired. I want to rest. Let's talk about it another day."

As one: “…………”

A layer of ice shell quickly condensed on the same side.

...Although this man is the adoptive father, he is also the irritating Feng Ruyuan who always makes people angry...

Ruyi suddenly raised his waist and turned over, without untiing the shackles on his wrist, he only overlapped the silver chain on the pillow, pressing Ling on Feng Ruju.

Feng Ruju was so tired that he was still in the lower body, but the weight was accumulated on his lower body, and his lower abdomen was like fire burning, which was also uncomfortable. He was about to solve it himself, but suddenly his body sank, and the fire that was finally suppressed suddenly rose up again.
To be continued...