$942 Sunshine Golden Mountain Butterfly and Flower

People's skills always get better the more they practice, especially for someone with astonishing talent like An Xuefeng. Before, he just lacked opportunities to practice, but now he has enough time. An Xuefeng's observation skills were amazing and he was strong enough. He quickly found the technique. After a few rounds, even Wei Xun had to admit that An Xuefeng was alive.

But Wei Xun's mental illusion has never been opened, which means that An Xuefeng has not yet touched the deepest pollution in his soul, and needs to work harder. However, An Xuefeng is not too anxious anymore. He can feel that the pollution in Wei Xun's physical strength is being washed away by the resonance of the soul under the deep connection, and is decreasing at a perceptible speed.

When the pollution in the body is eliminated, the pollution deep in the soul will have nowhere to hide, and An Xuefeng will eventually catch him.

It was always dark outside and rain kept falling. Wei Xun couldn't tell the time, but he only remembered changing his posture a lot. He was in pain and happy. After experiencing the most unbearable pain, Wei Xun was pleasantly surprised to find that the pain made all his feelings more real. It was not the false, nowhere-to-reach happiness that he felt when there was no pain. Just soreness, numbness and itching. Pain stimulates people's nerves, making them more sensitive, and can bring them new and unfamiliar happiness, as well as physical and psychological happiness.

He loved this kind of reality so much. When An Xuefeng's skills improved and the pain stopped, Wei Xun was so out of breath that he asked An Xuefeng to work harder. He can also feel that his condition is not actually good, and the deepest-rooted pollution has not yet been aroused by the current level of deep connection. He still needs deeper, more intense stimulation, and closer connection.

The in-depth connection between Wei Xun and An Xuefeng in Iceland was mainly to relieve An Xuefeng's mental stress and pollution for many years. However, due to time constraints and the restraint of the first connection, Wei Xun only entered An Xuefeng. The eighth floor of the Fengxin Illusion Realm failed to enter the ninth floor. However, now that I am a polluter, I am not suitable to enter An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion. If you can't deepen the connection from the perspective of spiritual illusion, then come from this aspect.

"You can't stand it."

When An Xuefeng said this in a low voice, Wei Xun sneered. He even endured it from the beginning, what else could he not endure? He lazily raised his hand that was stained with liquid and patted An Xuefeng's cheek, saying nothing. An Xuefeng didn't say anything more. Hearing Wei Xun speak, his voice was a little scratchy. His strong arms lifted Wei Xun up and fed him water. Wei Xun was fed a full glass of water. When he looked up, he saw An Xuefeng's eyes were like those of a wild animal. , it was shockingly bright under the dim light. His short black hair was soaked with sweat and slid down the bridge of his handsome nose. The smell of male hormones hit his face. Wei Xun felt that all the water he had just drank had evaporated. The beauty was alluring, and his mouth went dry for a while, desperately wanting to flirt with her a few more words.

But before he could say anything, the world was spinning, and Wei Xun's voice was stuck in his throat. Only then did he realize that An Xuefeng was still holding back his strength, but now that he had completely let go, Wei Xun couldn't bear it after a few times. He wanted to run away again, but was beaten to death by the lecture. The deepest part of his lower abdomen was like a ball of fire. An Xuefeng pressed against him so hard that the world shook and shattered before Wei Xun's eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat on his face, and his wet white hair was stuck to his forehead.

"Get out...ah, get out!"

It is difficult to express love when it is extreme. An Xuefeng's hot breath was spitting in front of Wei Xun's face, like a wild beast locked on its prey. It seemed that he wanted to bite him hard on the face and stamp him. His animal nature was ready to come out, but in the end he restrained himself. Yes, he just bit the hair stuck to Wei Xun's cheek and rubbed it between his teeth. However, the force of relief was even greater, so great that Wei Xun couldn't bear it and trembled. However, no matter how incoherently he scolded him in a broken voice to get out, An Xuefeng would not listen.

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The darkness outside the window became lighter, the sky changed from jet black to dark blue, and the impact on the world caused by the destruction of pollution sources began to fade. But the sound of rain became louder and louder, and the violent storm hit the windows, making a crackling sound, almost like hail, covering up the sound of water inside the house. An Xuefeng hugged Wei Xun and sat down on the stool. He mixed the water with the right temperature and wiped his body with a towel. Wei Xun buried his head in An Xuefeng's neck, pretending to be shameless and letting him swing around, biting a piece of An Xuefeng's flesh with his teeth and grinding them bitterly. After this long period of relief, most of the pollution in Wei Xun's body was removed, and An Xuefeng's spirit finally successfully touched the deepest pollution in his soul.

But this pollution was more stubborn and cunning than they thought. It was like a brand, and it would never move no matter how much An Xuefeng's spirit stirred up. On the contrary, Wei Xun couldn't bear the too intimate touch between souls and was defeated. An Xuefeng was afraid that his throat would be uncomfortable. He had fed him too much water before, and Wei Xun's body had reached its limit. If he was not careful -

Now he regrets it, but there is still a little aftertaste in the regret. What An Xuefeng gives him always exceeds the threshold and makes him taste the marrow.

"The pollution deep in your soul is too deep for deep connection to truly reach."

The sheets were in a mess, so I couldn't take them anymore. After wiping Wei Xun's body clean, An Xuefeng hugged him and put him on the table. He picked up the combat uniform jacket next to him, shook it, and wrapped it around Wei Xun's body. An Xuefeng's combat uniform was a bit too big for Wei Xun. He huddled in the large black combat uniform and looked particularly well-behaved, like a beautiful and noble white bird with fluffy feathers. An Xuefeng couldn't help but lift up his fingers to twirl Wei Xun's hair. He looked at his soft, curly white hair wrapped around his fingers, but his expression was serious.

“This can’t go on like this.

"Your pain backlash was caused by the playful man eating half of the petal; the pollution caused by the butterfly fragments was also caused by the Devourer using the power of the petals to affect the butterfly in your chest."

When An Xuefeng thought of this, he couldn't suppress the murderous aura in his eyes. The Devourer really deserved to die. After Wei Xun stroked his eyes with his weak fingers, An Xuefeng restrained his expression, put his arm around his waist, and looked down at Wei Xun seriously.

"The person who tied the bell must be the one who untied it. You must have thought of it."

"Now most of the butterfly fragments in your body have entered the beautiful Xiangxi token. I think it might be worth a try."

"Too risky."

Wei Xun, who had been mute all the time, finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse. He looked into An Xuefeng's eyes steadily. As in the past, An Xuefeng's eyes were calm, with only determination and concern in his eyes, without any hesitation. Instead, he was hesitating.

"We are not afraid of taking risks."

An Xuefeng said slowly, kissing Wei Xun's nose lovingly.

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When An Xuefeng ate half of the petal, everything became different. Wei Xun had never felt his heart beat so violently before, as if his soul was resonating fiercely, and something was about to come out. This was completely different from the feeling that Xi Mingren gave him when he swallowed the petals. He and An Xuefeng were deeply connected, their souls were dependent on each other, and they were half of each other. In a sense, An Xuefeng eating the petals was equivalent to Wei Xun touching the petals, but it was not Wei Xun who ate the petals himself, so there was not much danger for him.

But it was very dangerous for An Xuefeng. He did not swallow the petals and merge the power of the petals. He just swallowed it and temporarily stained it with the breath of the petals to hook the deepest pollution of Wei Xun's soul with all his strength. If An Xuefeng's strength was not enough, he would probably be eroded by the pollution of the petals. He had been exposed to too much pollution, including the abyss characters, in the competition. He personally chopped off the source of pollution, and his own spirit had been polluted to the point of approaching the critical point.

Danger, this is a risk.

He is willing to take risks.

The thangka hanging on the wall glowed softly, and the gods and Buddhas on it were alive, with their eyes wide open, hiding the pollution that was faintly spreading in the safe house. Tentacles stretched out from the shadows between the two of them, and they joined the adventure together. This is not the hostel but reality. According to common sense, the person in charge cannot come here. But the safe house chosen by An Xuefeng is on the edge of the extremely dangerous scenic spot of Meili Snow Mountain. The pollution of Meili Snow Mountain is very strong and can withstand the temporary fusion of him and * * *.

Wei Xun didn't know when they kissed fiercely, madly thirsty, kissing hard, greedily searching for the scent of petals. An Xuefeng sat on the table, and Wei Xun took the initiative to sit on his legs, leaning forward and biting hard, as if biting the stamen, which was overgrown and hot, making the butterfly intoxicated, and even the pain caused by losing some petals seemed to be cured. Looking at Wei Xun's obsessed eyes, An Xuefeng's eyes were deep, with a bit more morbid possessiveness. The tentacles quietly pushed open the window behind them, and the cold rain suddenly came with the wind, bringing the damp smell of the soil and the primitive coolness of the mountains, just like they were in the wild, in the forest, surrounded by white snow-capped mountains, and deeply connected under the gaze of nature, letting the world know that they were together and could not be separated.

The sound of rain in the ears seemed to turn into a whisper, and there was a colorful fantasy in front of the eyes. The air became thin. Wei Xun felt like he was having an altitude reaction. His heart ached with every beat, and the pollution in the deepest part of his soul was finally hooked out by the breath of the petals. In an instant, Wei Xun's drooping instep was tight, and it was entangled with An Xuefeng's legs. His toes curled up together and trembled. The water slid down the tip of his snow-white toes and fell to the ground, like rain pouring in from the window, but soon the tentacles wrapped around his toes and sucked off the water marks.

The pollution caused by the petals was finally led out by the petals, and was finally arrested by the police officer, and then it was completely eliminated under repeated deep connections, but this was not the end. When An Xuefeng coughed out the petals and put them away, he lost control of his strength and pressed Wei Xun's waist and back, causing blue and red. Wei Xun's pollution was relieved, and then it was An Xuefeng's turn.

It rained all night until dawn. In the early morning of October 25th, the sun finally broke through the darkness and rose as usual. The sunlight fell on Wei Xun's eyelids, and his eyelashes trembled. He was still sitting on An Xuefeng's legs, feeling An Xuefeng's steady and powerful breathing, his chin resting on his shoulder, and he felt indescribably satisfied and stable in his heart. He raised his eyelids and looked out tiredly and contentedly, and saw that the view from this window was very good, facing the Meili Snow Mountain in the distance, and the orange sunlight reflected on the snow-covered mountaintops, a golden and brilliant scene.

Sunlight shining on the golden mountain.