Chapter 858 Master, only You Know

Nan Xun clicked his tongue, and became angry. It seems that this chrysanthemum flower demon can't be determined.

But... Nan Xun was puzzled, why did Fang Yue have a deep-rooted love for her? She and Fang Yue had only gotten along for a few days. Is it because of her face?

If what the fellow Fang Yue said at the Chrysanthemum Conference was true, Fang Yue found a woman with similar eyebrows and eyes to empathize with her, and the sheets were rolled several times, and the woman was carried through the room. Kind of affectionate, she really wanted to ha ha.

Perhaps for many men, concubines who pass through the house are actually maids, and leaving the position of the main wife can show that this person is affectionate, but Nanxun thinks this affectionateness is very funny, and it is really unacceptable.

The Chrysanthemum Fairy was not as angry as Nan Xun imagined to kill her.

After Fang Yue apologized again and again, Fairy Chrysanthemum laughed angrily, "Young master is really infatuated, but I only indulge like this once a year. If I let you go tonight, I will have to wait until next year, so I will never let go. Yours. Anyway, I'll do it for you once tonight."

Complete?

Fang Yue was puzzled, looked up and saw the chrysanthemum fairy waving her sleeves at him.

Chrysanthemum petals suddenly fell from the sky, fluttering like a rain of flowers, covering the entire pavilion and falling on Fang Yue's body.

After that chrysanthemum filled his nose, Fang Yue was in a trance, suddenly he didn't know what day it was, and the woman in yellow in front of him suddenly became the woman he thought about day and night in his eyes.

Wrapped in white gauze, her black hair reached her buttocks, and her face was even more cold and beautiful. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curved and she smiled at him.

"Hualing?" Fang Da was overjoyed, "I finally see you, Hualing! You know how much I miss you these days... I-I think you think so hard."

Fang Yue got up, walked in front of the woman, looked at her greedily, and reached out his hand to embrace her, but he hesitated for a while for fear that his actions would offend her.

"Young Master..." The woman's pink lips parted lightly, and she took the initiative to lean into his arms, "Actually, I am also thinking of Young Master these days."

Fang Yue couldn't control his emotions anymore, he hugged the woman into his arms, looked for the pink lips, and sucked them hard.

After a while, the two of them rolled into the soft couch together, their clothes half-faded, their heavy shoulders folded, and they were deeply entangled together. The name he made of himself: "Painting spirit, painting spirit..."

Nan Xun listened to the sound of humming in the pavilion, and his cheeks were flushed, but Meng Ziyi's face was covered with dark clouds, and a violent storm seemed to be coming.

Seeing him get up, Nan Xun hurriedly pulled him down again, "Master, although that flower demon is with Fang Yue... what's the matter, but it doesn't suck people's energy, what is Master doing?"

Meng Ziyi's face was frosty, and his voice was cold, "Although it doesn't attract people's essence, who knows if this flower demon has done other bad things?"

"Then, why don't you wait first, wait until they're done." Nan Xun said with a blushing face.

"Why?" Meng Ziyi frowned, "You are willing to listen to Fang Yue doing this to the banshee, yet calling out your name?" The voice was extremely cold.

Nan Xun shook his head and said in a low voice, "Master, I just think... It's not kind to interrupt them at this time. And—"

Speaking of this, her voice became extremely soft, "My name is not Hualing, but Xunxun. Only the master knows my name, and I only told the master."

When Meng Ziyi heard this, the violent storm on his face suddenly stopped, and he was slightly startled.

"Master, are you angry? Because Young Master Fang misses me?" Nan Xun smiled, "It's useless for him to miss me, I don't like him, what I like is..."

The last word "you" was not uttered, but Meng Ziyi, who had already understood Hualing's mind, didn't understand what she wanted to say.

He pursed his thin lips and opened them again, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.

"Xun Xun, you..." His voice was a little hoarse.

"Huh? What does the master want to say?" Nan Xun pretended to be puzzled and asked.

Meng Ziyi shook his head, a look of struggle flashed across his face, "Forget it, it's nothing."

After he understood her thoughts, he should reject her severely, or even drive her away directly. He also had this idea once.

What he thought at first was that if she really spoke her mind, he would refuse her righteously. It was best to let her realize her mistake. If she really couldn't get her on the right path, he didn't want her anymore. He has been waiting for her to speak, but he waited and waited, but before she could express her thoughts, he himself lost control again and again.

She once said, do what you think is right, and don't care what others think, but what is right?

This out of control...but right?

A clear conscience is right!

No, this idea of ​​going against the natural routine is wrong, and it will not be tolerated by the Tao of Heaven.

But why does he care about the way of heaven? Heaven is everything?

Nothing can dominate him, and he will not be bound by any heaven!

So, what was he worried about before?

Just because she is a demon, they are not the same kind?

What if it's not the same kind?

If not the same kind will be condemned by God?

But what he was afraid of was never divine condemnation, so what was he afraid of?

Meng Ziyi frowned, and once again fell into a strange circle of thinking. He seemed to be afraid of something, something he couldn't tell, something that seemed to be hidden in his heart for a long, long time, something older than his years...

At this time, the two people in the pavilion were fighting to the point where the sound was so loud that the soft couch was also creaking because of their movements.