Something is wrong!

The more Fenghua looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

If you were meditating and practicing, Yun Zheng's expression would not be so... painful.

Yes, pain.

Yun Zheng's face was always so calm, as if he was cold and expressionless.

At this moment, his eyebrows were frowning, his lips were pursed, and his face looked like snow. In comparison, he could already be called "pain".

... Going into devils.

These four words broke into my mind, and Fenghua's brows frowned tightly.

what to do?

The first time she encountered this situation, she had a little no idea.

Finally, Fenghua kicked off the shoes under her feet and lifted her robe and went to bed.

The slender and white hands, which were as thin as green, were pressed against Yun Zheng's back, trying to sort out the disordered aura in his body.

Unexpectedly, her spiritual energy was bounced back after being entered into his body!

"boom--!"

Fenghua quickly withdrew his hand.

Among the level of a monk, the gap between the God Transformation Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage is not a small part, but a huge watershed.

She was simply out of the way.

"Master..." Yun Zheng heard a voice calling in his ear.

His long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and he opened...

The eyes that were always dark and cold in the past emitted a faint blood-red light.

Like a demon, like a charm.

And, it is no longer a fairy.

Fenghua was shocked: "Yun Zheng?"

"What are you calling me?" The white-clothed Immortal Lord seemed to have changed at this moment. The former fairy aura turned into a charming one, and the corners of his bright red lips rose gently, and the evil aura flowed.

"Master, you have a good rest, I'll go back tomorrow..." She instinctively sensed the danger and wanted to retreat.

But, Yun Zheng is a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, where can she retreat?

Soon, he was caught and threw it on the bed of ice in the thousand-year-olds.

"Want to leave?" Yun Zheng bullied himself, his beautiful hands pinched her chin, and the words he said on the red lips were filled with a trace of evil spirit: "Where are you going?"

Fenghua: "..."

It's terrible to be in a guise.

Master, wake up!

Seeing that Fenghua didn't answer, Yun Zheng stroked her lips, "Why don't you speak?"

"..." Oh, I don't want to be like you, a stubborn bb.

Yun Zheng smiled with his lips, and a trace of evil spirit was outlined by the bright red lips.

Compared to the cold Yun Zheng who was as cold as an immortal before he was in a devil, his obvious expression was more vivid and vivid now.

"Since this little mouth is unwilling to speak, then there is only one use left..."

Yun Zheng slowly stroked Feng Hua's slender fingers, reached into her mouth and stirred them with a slight whisper. He said softly and charmingly: "Let your master kiss me."

Fenghua: "..."

Yes, Master, very powerful.

Hold your words and kiss me.

"It's not the first time anyway. Yao'er is obedient and suffer less, huh?" Yun Zheng said.

Yun Zheng, who was obsessed with the devil, was not amnesia. He remembered everything that Yun Zheng had experienced and had all the memories of that normal Yun Zheng.

Including, over the past three years, how his little disciple Tao Yao has tempted the two of them to bed, hug and kiss each other step by step.

He is Yun Zheng.

The other side of Yun Zheng.

A dark side of a thought that is suppressed in the heart and cannot see the light.

Yun Zheng is not a real immortal.

You cannot do without desires and demands.

His appearance was because of Yun Zheng's "desire" and Yun Zheng's "seeking".
Chapter completed!