Lan Yuan stood in front of the amethyst stone wall, feeling a little uneasy. When he and Feng Zhiling walked together just now, they almost fell into the illusion of the Netherworld.

The Nether Mirror looks brilliant on the surface, but it is so powerful that even the most skilled people can resist it. Anyone who is involved in it, who has attachment to people or things in their hearts, will be confused by the beautiful scenery in front of them, gradually lose their minds, and fall into the illusion of their own construction, unable to extricate themselves.

The last time in order to explore the holy weapon, he went into the four domains of the demon realm alone, and it was he trapped in the Netherworld Mirror, and he fell into a terrible illusion, and he almost couldn't get out.

It was a fantasy about Feng Zhiling.

In the illusion, he came to the courtyard wall of the side hall of Taiyi Mountain alone, and saw sixteen-year-old Feng Zhiling lying lazily on a bluestone slab, with two wine jugs crooked beside him.

He walked over and shouted softly, "Senior Sister Feng, don't lie on the stone slab, it's too cold." ”

"Hmm...... Big brother. Feng Zhiling replied indistinctly.

"Drinking again. He said.

"Master only forbade the disciples to indulge in alcohol and wealth, but did not say that they should ban alcohol. Why do you have to run out and drink every time?" he asked again.

"Well, senior brother, you don't understand, the wine you drank secretly...... It's fragrant. Feng Zhiling's face was flushed, and when she spoke, her speech was not very clear, and she still had a foolish smile on her face.

"Tell me, did Lan Jiu give it to you?"

"No, this time, it was given by Lan Zhen and Senior Brother. Feng Zhiling said, "Senior brother, don't you go to scold Lan, really senior brother, I begged him for a long, long, long time...... He will give it to me and bring it in. ”

"Don't lie here, be careful of the cold, and go back to the house. ”

"I don't ...... If Master saw that and that frozen face on his board, I would be so frightened that I would lose all my appetite. ”

"You mortal body, you can't always learn from Lantai Lanjiu like them, the weather is so cold, you ...... Why are you so hot?" Lan Yuan wanted to pull Feng Zhiling up, but found that her hands were hot.

"Rare and weird. I just, just drank too much and drank too much, and it was hot ......," Feng Zhiling said, pulling her neckline, closing her eyes and continuing to sleep.

The previous ones all happened in the past.

But in Lan Yuan's illusion, what happened later was different from the actual situation......

The sound of cicadas came and went, and a crisp birdsong sounded among the trees.

Feng Zhiling ripped open the collar on her chest, as if she felt cooler, and she muttered, "Hmm." Comfortable......"

Lan Yuan picked up the wine jug next to him and looked at it, it was empty.

"How much have you drunk?"

"Two, two pots ......"

Lan Yuan sniffed the wine jug, and the smell of wine was strong.

"Alas...... I said you ......"

Halfway through speaking, he paused. The placket on Feng Zhiling's chest was stretched open with her movements, crispy

The chest is half exposed, and the spring is shining.

He slowly reached over and tried to close the placket for her, but as soon as he touched her clothes, she grabbed them with one hand.

The wine bottle in Lan Yuan's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and Feng Zhiling was unaware.

She squinted and smiled, "Senior brother, you dare to sneak attack me, I caught you...... Ha ......"

"Senior Sister Feng, you let it go......"

"Nope. ”

"Let go. ”

"Don't. ”

"Senior Sister Feng, if you don't let go, I'll ......"

Feng Zhiling slowly pressed his palm on his chest.

Soft and piping hot.

The heart is beating regularly.

"Senior brother, do you like me?"

"Senior Sister Feng, I'm ......"

Feng Zhiling hooked the back of Lan Yuan's neck with his other hand, leaned in front of him, looked at him with two eyes, and asked, "Senior Brother Lan Yuan, do you like me?"

The white and reddened face is like a begonia flower waking up, the autumn waves are cut and cut, rippling with a dazzling water, the lips are slightly open, like a jade stamen budding to release, and the long hair is like ink pouring on the blue-green slate, casual and wanton.

Her slightly drunken demeanor, her smile, her misty eyes...... Seeing Lan Yuan's heart is like a drum.

"Hmm......" Feng Zhiling suddenly put two fiery lips on Lan Yuan's lips and kissed them affectionately.

The moment the tips of his tongues met, Lan Yuan completely unloaded his guard and responded to Feng Zhiling's hot kiss.

The faint aroma of wine, mixed with the crispness of the tip of his lips and tongue, made Lan Yuan confused.

"Senior brother, I like you. ”

Hearing this, Lan Yuan took her lower lip in his mouth and bit it, covering his hand on her chest......

Lan Yuan never really asked himself what kind of feelings he had for the little junior sister he had watched grow up since he was a child.

After coming out of that illusion, Lan Yuan finally understood that Feng Zhiling was more than just a junior sister in his heart.

He began to confront his feelings.

This kind of affection is not the sympathy of asking the master to bring her back to Taiyimen to raise, not the brotherly love of the same disciple who has cared for her since she was a child, not the love of protection that he once made to the master, but the love between men and women who want to grind with her ears and temples and stay with her for a lifetime.

Lan Yuan took a deep breath and calmed his dantian, trying to restrain his uncertain thoughts.

He suddenly felt Feng Zhiling huddle beside him, and said sadly, "Senior brother, why don't you come to save me?" Her clothes were in tatters, her body was covered with terrible whip marks, and her red eyes were full of tears, and she was pitiful.

Seeing this, Lan Yuan leaned over in distress and asked eagerly, "Senior Sister Feng, what's wrong with you, why are you injured so much?"

"Senior brother, I'm in so much pain...... It's so uncomfortable......" Feng Zhiling hugged herself tightly, trembling all over.

"Senior Sister Feng, tell Senior Brother quickly, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Zhiling gasped rapidly, her eyes were dilated, and her voice trembled: "Them, they fed me...... Medicine...... Senior brother, can you help me ......"

"Who fed you the medicine? What medicine?...... Senior brother help you, you quickly tell senior brother ......"

"No, don't you come here......" Feng Zhiling refused with all her faint strength.

"Senior sister, don't scare me......"

"Senior brother, hold me ......"

"Okay, senior brother hug you......"

"Senior brother, kiss me ......"

"Good ......"

"Hmm...... Senior brother, I want you to ......"

Lan Yuan kissed deeper, and Feng Zhiling responded obediently, and the tips of their tongues touched each other, hooking up.

"Senior sister, I'm ...... I like you......"

Lan Yuan gasped, gently put Feng Zhiling to the ground, brushed away her torn clothes, protected the back of her neck with one hand, and slowly kissed her lips downward, to her neck, to her neck socket, to her chest......

He kissed her wounds softly and caressed the softest parts of her body as if it were a rare treasure.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Feng Zhiling was a little pained, but the moment the rough palm lines covered the most sensitive parts of her skin, she made a sound that made Lan Yuan's scalp tingle......

"Senior brother, I want ......"

When Lan Yuan heard this, he immediately bullied her and covered her under him, gently hugged her thin waist, and clinged to her tightly. The breath of the two was entangled, and they gave their whole hearts to each other and to this love

The moment of confusion......

"Master He...... Wake up, don't fall asleep......"

A voice came from his ears, and He Lanyuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sharp.

Just now, you entered the illusion again?

In this illusion, he actually did that kind of thing to his little junior sister!

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Zhiling leaned over in front of Lan Yuan, looking at him in horror as he sat against the wall, gasping for breath.

He Lanyuan took her into his arms.

"What's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare?" Feng Zhiling was also startled, Lan Yuan's hug was a little too sudden.

Feng Zhiling didn't know what happened to him just now, maybe he was haunted by nightmares, this feeling must be uncomfortable, and he knew it deeply, so he couldn't bear to push him away.

Lan Yuan only said, "Let me hold it for a while, okay?"

Everything was so real that he seemed to be stuck in it forever, trapped in that worrying and indulgent situation.

Feng Zhiling was motionless and let him hold it, still holding two holy weapons in his hands.

After a long time, Lan Yuan finally let go of her and said, "I'm sorry, I ...... just now"

"It's okay, I also have a lot of nightmares. It's okay when you wake up, don't be afraid, dreams are all lies. Feng Zhiling comforted.

Lan Yuan nodded and did not speak.

That's not a dream, that's the worst self in my heart at this moment.

A self that is afraid of losing and wants to possess the person in front of him with all his heart.