Heavenly Wife

This evening, the two immortal husbands and wives who left the rented house and did not plan to return to the Four Sea Dragon Palace spent the night in the mountains. They teleported to Wufu Mountain, the highest in Panyun City, found a relatively flat ground, and temporarily placed a two-storey wooden house. There are tea, water, pillows and duvets, and various spiritual fruits in the wooden house, which is no different from usual at home, and may even be better than at home, because there is no interference around, do something shy There is no need to set an enchantment.

It took Feng Yang less than ten seconds to fall in love with this temporary residence. He asked Mo Ting to take some spiritual fruit, and they sat at the door, chatting and chatting while watching the stars.

Only Feng Yang wanted to chat, but Mr. Xian Jun didn't want to talk. He just wanted to talk about life harmony in bed, or talk about life harmony under bed. This place really feels like it, and Dragon's nature can't help but make him a little bit tempted.

Hand unconsciously touched Feng Yang's waist. Obviously at first, I just stunned, but then I did n’t know what to do, and I felt like I was consciously touching the place I wanted to touch.

Snapped!

"The rest of my life is long. Don't you be so anxious?" Feng Yang took a fruit and blocked Mo Ting's mouth. "I haven't heard the wind quietly in the forest for a long time."

"Sorry, the atmosphere is so beautiful, I almost forgot my wife was a cute little bird." Mo Ting caressed his hands, unbuttoned his robe and put it on Feng Yang's body with a smile. A large piece of thin moon Indus, as long as the wife is happy, shall we live in the Indus forest at night? "

"... is there a piano?"

"It wasn't there, but the wife must have it." Mo Ting changed, and Feng Yang not only had a piano, but also a piano case and a jade flute. Not far from Yu Xiao is an incense burner. A strange aroma slowly drifted out of the censer.

"This incense?"

"How's that?" Mo Ting said, "Isn't she smart for your husband?"

Be smart!

Feng Yang silently looked at the immortal monk who invited the merit, and then "uncleed" a joy: "Since the husband is so thoughtful, let's play my favorite song for the husband."

Mo Ting nodded with his chin supported.

Feng Yang stroked the strings lightly, and heard the strings humming. The sound was beautiful, and she knew that this was a rare good piano, and she could not help stroking. He played a piece of music that Mo Ting had never heard before. It was slow and melodious at first. Later, the tune became very brisk and the melody was happy. It was a bit like a bird bouncing in the forest after the morning fog disappeared. Like dew falling from leaf to leaf, ticking.

The mountains of Mingming have already been dyed in late autumn. It was a bit bleak, but it was Feng Yang's song that seemed to return to midsummer.

When Mo Ting saw this, he took Yu Xiao and came to his lips. Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were full of smiles, thinking that it was also a wonderful thing for two people to play a ensemble.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing moving over there for a long time.

Feng Yang reluctantly retracted one hand and simply hooked the strings with the other, making a ding-dong sound, as if waiting for Mo Ting.

At this moment, Xianjun sighed and put down Yu Xiao.

Feng Yang's hand fell lightly on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped. He looked at Mo Ting in wonder: "What's wrong?"

Xian Jun said distressedly, "No."

Feng Yang: "..." won't you pose!

Mo Ting took the jade flute in his hand and held the flower like a golden hoop: "Speaking of me, I was born smart, and most things can be seen at a glance, but I don't know anything about this rhythm. Baby, do you play chess? ? "

Feng Yang: "..."

This time Fengyang was distressed. He can't talk about life and is smart, but his qualifications are not bad. This is the game of chess ...

Next, that will still happen, but never won.

However, playing chess with your lover is not as important as competition, and it does not seem to matter whether you win or lose. Feng Yang nodded: "The next game?"

Mo Ting received the harp and jade flute, and made a set of Go. The moist and clear ink jade and sheep fat white jade chess pieces are in exceptionally good condition, that is, the opposite Mr. Xian Jun likes the things of burling, and even this chess piece is set with diamonds. One drop fell, and the beep flashed.

"Will you let your third son?" Mo Ting asked.

"No need." Anyway, he would have to lose.

Feng Yang slammed her finger gently, a ray of small flames slowly floated up, the small flames were divided into four groups in mid-air, becoming bigger and bigger, and turned into four football-sized fireballs. The surrounding brake time becomes brighter, and the diamond on the chess piece seems to be more dazzling. A certain immortal likes this kind of dazzling feeling, hold a piece of chess and put it on the chessboard. Feng Yang also took a pill.

Mr. Xianjun put a smile on his lips with a smile.

Feng Yang's mentality has always been very flat, because he doesn't care about winning or losing, and he thinks about this thing when he goes down-it is estimated that he can't win Mo Ting, after all, Mo Ting has lived for more than 300 years. He also offered to play chess, and Mo Ting's chess skills should be good.

Unexpectedly, the lower the lower, the more unreliable.

Xianjun saw that he was about to lose. At this moment, he couldn't sit still anymore, and felt the old face panic for a while. Playing chess is small, and losing to your daughter-in-law is a big one. You ca n’t play with your daughter-in-law in musical instruments. This chess is a few levels worse than your daughter-in-law.

Feng Yang is also a little embarrassed. He has lived for nearly two decades. Although he has n’t played many chess games, he has never won, so much that he hated this thing for a long time. Did n’t expect to win today?

Feng Yang looked at the immortal Jun with a faint smile on her lips, uncertainly: "Don't you let me?"

Xianjun smiled shamelessly: "How can you let your baby lose? You have to win to be happy, so your baby must win!"

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Feng Yang's heart was a little sweet, but a little strange. He closed the **** with "Oh" and said, "Are you still playing?"

Mr. Xianjun usually has a very precious chess piece, and he won't even hesitate to say, "No more, it's humid outside now, let's go into the house!"

It was very cold in the woods, and Feng Yang did not object. He put away the chess pieces and returned to the house with Mo Ting before going to bath. Where there is a dragon, there is never a shortage of water. Where there is a phoenix, there is no need to worry about heating. As soon as the two couples cooperate, a large bucket of hot bath water is ready. Feng Yang's character was not a pinch. He took off his clothes and went to the bathtub, and sat down comfortably.

Mr. Xianjun looked intently. After a while, he walked to the side of the tub and squeezed Feng Yang's nose lightly: "You wash first, I'll make some tea, and drink warm up when you come out."

Feng Yang nodded.

Mr. Xianjun went to the kitchen and secretly began to grind his remaining three-leaf golden scales. When Feng Yang finished bathing, a bowl of hot "tea" was ready. Xianjun first took a soft bathrobe and put it on Feng Yang, and then passed the bowl of "tea" to Feng Yang's mouth.

Feng Yang took a sip without thinking. Because the color was brown, he didn't even think about it elsewhere. When he finished drinking, he didn't feel cold at all, or it was a bit cold when he came out of the water, and the last thing he liked every time he took a shower was when he was out of the water.

In order to improper light bulbs, I went back to the forest a lot, and then witnessed Hua Cheng's efforts to close his mouth.

But soon, Feng Yang discovered the anomaly.

His spiritual roots began to recover quickly. Obviously according to the previous progress, it may take some time for him to fully recover, but now, it is like someone has injected a lot of repair fluid into the crack of his spiritual root!

"You, what did you just give me?" Feng Yang was anxious.

"Three-leaf golden scale powder made tea," Mo Ting said, "how do you feel?"

"I ..." Before Feng Yang finished speaking, the two nosebleeds came down. He felt his body getting hotter and hotter than his clothes! He was never afraid of cold or hot, but now he wants to jump back into the water!

"Don't worry, this situation is normal, and it will pass immediately." Mo Ting saw him uncomfortable, quickly hugged people in his arms, and lowered his temperature to make Feng Yang feel better.

Feng Yang felt cooler and instinctively wanted to be closer. He wiped the blood off with the sleeve of his bathrobe, and reached into Mo Ting's lap with some eagerness. Mo Ting's skin brought a coolness to his palm, "Hey!", He tore Mr. Xianjun's clothes! Shows a large sturdy chest!

Mo Ting: "..."

The surprise came so suddenly that Xianjun was caught off guard!

Mo Ting held Feng Yang upright and took him back to the bathroom. I don't know what method he used, and the bath water used by Feng Yang changed back to the beginning. There are no bubbles inside, and there are fresh petals.

Except for Feng Yang's bathrobe, Mo Ting put him back in, and then he sat in with him.

Feng Yang was embraced by Mo Ting, his body was against Mo Ting's chest, and the cool feeling made him sigh comfortably.

But still not!

"So urgent?" Mo Ting was cheap and sold well, knowing exactly what Feng Yang wanted, but he refused to be like Feng Yang immediately. Lifting his neck and bearing Feng Yang's kiss, he pressed the desire to explode and said, "Well, I'd like to tell you something?"

"Who said that I want to know? I want you!" Feng Yang stared, a thin layer of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking anxious and angry, "Whether you give it? If you don't give it, go Find a cold lake! "

"Give and give! Ancestor! I will choke myself if I don't give it to me anymore." Mo Ting said, hug Feng Yang more strongly and become one with him ...

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It is already two hours after the heat has completely subsided. Feng Yang was rubbed clean and refreshing, lying on the bed, looking at Mo Tingxian Jun, who was not half tired, distressed at the thought of shining three-leaf golden scales, so he gasped, "Tomorrow will be another game! No The kind that retains strength. "

Mo Ting smiled and spoiled: "Be good, don't reserve strength."

Feng Yang closed her eyes and turned to sleep.

Mo Ting patted him softly, surely fell asleep, and quickly got up from the bed to the living room, whispered, "Yan stay!"

After a while, Kung Fu Yan Liu came out of the gate: "What do you want, Xianjun?"

Mo Ting asked him, "Who is the best chess player in fairyland?"

Yan Liu said, "That's the emperor."

Mo Ting said: "Hurry up! Go to the Emperor's Hall !!!"

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