Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 687 The Three Principles of the Goddess’s Salvation (3)

Xu hour and three quarters.

Song Yuesheng was flipping through a storybook while looking at the night pearl.

suddenly.

She sensed a demonic aura mixed with blood approaching.

She turned the script upside down on the table, and magic appeared on her fingertips.

Sudden.

There was a soft "puff" sound near the window, and a ball of fur fell onto the pear wood table, with its claws still hooked on a few pieces of torn window paper.

The little fox was covered in blood, its fluffy tail was stained with night dew and grass debris, its left front paw was curled up revealing a hideous wound, and dark purple blood scabs were congealed between its milky white fur.

The most eye-catching thing was the pair of amber vertical pupils. They were obviously trembling with pain, but when they met her gaze, they suddenly widened and shone with moisture.

Song Yuesheng put away his magic and observed for a while, and found that the magic residue on his wounds was glowing with a pink halo.

There was some resignation in her voice.

"...A Fei."

"I don't want to disturb you at night, but...but I don't know who to find..." Jiang Fei raised his eyes vaguely, and two words came out of his throat with difficulty, "Master..."

Song Yuesheng sighed barely audibly.

That's it.

Wait until you’re cured.

She waved her finger and said, "The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Technique comes from Yaoshan. I have never used it to cure a demon. Ah Fei, if you feel pain, you don't have to endure it. You must tell me. Otherwise, if something happens to you, I..."

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes and left his words half-said.

Then, without waiting for Jiang Fei to react, she began to cast the spell.

I saw a light blue halo seeping into the fox's fur.

As the spell seeped into its fur, the little fox let out a low whimper, not a cry of pain, but rather a sigh of finally getting what it wanted.

Song Yuesheng couldn't help but feel a huge sense of sadness as he watched those hideous wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His self-destructive behavior would cause her more trouble than Su Li's.

The recovered little fox shook its fur, but did not turn back into human form as usual.

"Master... I've been set up for a trap. I'm afraid it will take a long time for me to transform. Can you let me stay here? I'll be very good and won't bother you."

His voice was muffled, with three parts of grievance and seven parts of uneasiness.

Song Yuesheng admired his smooth performance and suddenly felt that it was a mistake to teach him back then.

I finally got a disciple, but how come he is the male lead?

She gestured in the direction of the bed and said, "Since you are injured, you sleep on the bed tonight, and I will rest on the soft couch over here."

After saying this, she picked up the script on the table and walked straight to the soft couch by the window.

Just as Song Yuesheng sat down on the couch, a snow-white shadow leaped up lightly.

The fox rubbed her wrist in a flattering manner, and looked at her with wet eyes like glass: "I just recovered from my injury and couldn't sleep..."

Song Yuesheng: ...

Can you still be active even when you can’t sleep?

Having come this far, how could it be justified for her not to push forward?

She reached out and held Fox Ball in her arms, and made a gesture without making a sound.

An invisible barrier was quietly erected around the bamboo courtyard, and even the evening breeze became a little quieter.

"Since you can't sleep..." Song Yuesheng took the fox to his arms. When his fingertips brushed the tip of his ear, he clearly felt the temperature under the fur rise a little, but he pretended not to know, "Then accompany me to read the storybook for a while."

Amid the rustling sound of turning pages, the corners of her lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and she allowed the warm white fur to get deeper into her arms.

But he was not at peace.

Jiang Fei, who looked like a fox, moved away from her after a while.

But it quickly got closer.

so repeatedly.

Song Yuesheng pretended not to know.

After she finished reading the storybook and put it aside, she suddenly felt the weight on her knees change.

The fur in my arms gradually became hot, and before I could lower my head, a shadow with body temperature fell on my neck.

Jiangfei's white hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her fingertips still maintained the posture of the little fox rubbing her wrist, but now they were the slender knuckles of a human, sliding along her wrist bone into the crook of her elbow.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Jiang Fei's hoarse voice brushed against her collarbone.

He knelt on the soft couch with his head raised, and his fingertips rolled over her lips very lightly, but with an almost paranoid caress. His Adam's apple rolled heavily, and the darkness in his eyes almost drowned her.

"Even though I expected it, as far as I can see... I've been wanting to go to the Demon Realm and kill him these past few days."

"Killing him is too easy." His voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. "He should be kept between life and death, hanging on for only a breath... Only by torturing him every day can we get rid of our hatred."

Song Yuesheng looked at him quietly for a while, then said, "But you didn't go."

Jiang Fei smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, I didn't go."

He touched her face, a fragile look in his eyes, "If I can't defeat him with one strike, and he uses his injuries to make you feel sorry for him, what should I do then?"

“…I’m not as good as him.”

"He can express his feelings freely." Jiang Fei pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery, "And I... am just your... apprentice..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuesheng suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

The tip of her tongue curled around his trembling tongue, gently as if she was soothing a frightened cub, but when a low moan escaped from his throat, she suddenly increased the force of the kiss.

half an hour.

She released him and whispered soothing words.

"Afei."

Song Yuesheng's fingertips stroked the red corners of his eyes, "Since I have experienced the tribulation and returned to the Ninth Heaven, our relationship as master and disciple has ended."

"I don't consider you my apprentice now." She looked into his eyes and said word by word, "If I compare them, I prefer you in my heart."

Jiang Fei's breathing stagnated, and her fingertips tightly grasped her collar.

"Sheng Sheng..."

The fox tail wrapped around her waist, tightening so much that it hurt, like a drowning person grabbing at the last piece of driftwood.

He thought he had calculated that she would be soft-hearted and would let him stay overnight, but he didn't expect her answer.

--preference.

This is all people seek in their life.

He already got it.

At the same time, in the sea of ​​stars.

In order to save the malfunctioning mission machine, Blue Sparrow searched for many ways on the forum.

Including but not limited to burning with fire, soaking in water, kicking and so on.

But after trying more than a dozen methods, the mission machine still malfunctioned and there was no sign of improvement.

It lay in the massage chair to rest, preparing for the next round of experiments in a while.

Sudden.

The sea of ​​stars fell into darkness.

The power of the massage chair went out and my back hurt from sitting in the chair.

The blue sparrow held his waist and fell into the cloud with a cry of "ouch".

Judging from the results of current experiments, the mission of this world seems hopeless.

When the star sea recovers, it will tell Sister Yue to enjoy herself while she can.

It's going to fail anyway.

It's okay to do something earth-shattering.

Ugh.

I don’t know what the next host’s abilities will be.

In the bamboo house.

The candle wax piled up into red coral in the copper cup, and the shadow on the screen gradually melted into a blurred block of color.

The laces of Song Yuesheng's moon-white coat loosened at some point and slipped down to the elbow, revealing the light red teeth marks on his shoulder and neck.

It was the mark that Jiang Fei couldn't help leaving when she was aroused.

Her fingertips brushed across the red tips of his ears, and she suddenly chuckled. She placed her palms against his lower back and pushed upwards. When she touched the tuft of soft hair at his coccyx, she felt his whole body suddenly tense up, and a broken moan escaped from his throat.

"Ticklish?"

She bit his trembling earlobe and swept her tongue across his sensitive ear cavity, causing the fox tail at her waist to suddenly tighten.

Jiang Fei's fingers, buried in the crook of her neck, were trembling as she unbuttoned her shirt. The moment her fingertips touched her skin, she shrank back as if burned, but immediately pressed forward greedily. When her palm rolled over her ribs, she could clearly feel the vibration of her breathing.

"Sheng Sheng..."

He suddenly raised his head, and rubbed his nose against her wet lips. The lust surging in his eyes was mixed with an almost pious cautiousness.

"I didn't mean to do that... I just wanted to know what you really think of me."

"I don't want to hear you treating me like a master and a disciple."

Song Yuesheng stopped moving, took off the fox tail from around her waist, then pushed him away and got out of bed.

"Okay then, good night. I'll sleep next door."

Jiang Fei didn't expect her expression to change so quickly.

She looked so affectionate just now.

His eyes are clear at this moment, how can he look like he's been bewitched?

How could it be like being tied up by a fox's tail and unable to break free?

Seeing Song Yuesheng about to open the door, Jiang Fei teleported over and hugged her from behind.

"Don't go..."

"Shengsheng, you taught me magic for ten years, and I have called you Master for ten years."

His fingertips traced the beating pulse on Song Yuesheng's neck, and he suddenly lowered his head to bite her earlobe, but he couldn't hide his red ears, "I'll give you something else later... and hear you scream..."

Song Yuesheng closed the door, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, I won't leave."

Outside the window, the moon passes over the willow branches.

The remaining candle on the table flickered, casting the shadows of the embracing people on the screen, transforming them into two overlapping halos.

The incense ashes in the Boshan stove were falling. Someone had knocked over the jade bottle containing pollen. The fragrance of the flowers mixed with the fragrance of agarwood, forming a lingering mist in the autumn night.