Chapter 206 has nothing to do with Fengyue

Knowing that she was unwell, Mo Wenjun did not let Ziyue move around by herself, but hooked her leg and picked her up with force, went back to the house, put her on the bed, pulled the futon and wrapped it in her clothes that were already messy and broken and could not completely cover her body, holding her hand was like holding him to bear the responsibility of a lifetime: "You can rest again, okay?" ”

Ziyue shook her head, and her voice was hoarse, which was the sequelae of her suppressed voice, but it was calm that she hadn't imagined: "How do you feel?" ”

Mo Wenjun closed his eyes and clenched his empty fist, and when he opened his eyes, even the embarrassment he was now still revealing a trace of surprise: "I broke through the realm." ”

Broken Territory? Mo Wenjun was originally the peak of the Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal, only half a step away from the Immortal Emperor, he broke through the realm, what realm is it?

Immortal Emperor.

This means that if he recovers his health, even if the Seven Archangels come with two more, as long as they keep a low profile, even if they cross the abyss of the Star Sea, they will have a great chance of returning safely with Ziyue.

Ziyue was also a little surprised, but she also revealed a relieved joy: "That's good." ”

There is no shyness, no warmth, and business, where is this like just promising each other for life?

What is it? It is a task, a responsibility.

Maybe in his eyes, this accident has nothing to do with Fengyue.

"Where is this?" Even a safe house is not a long-term shelter, the imminent task is to find an opportunity to return to the fairy world, and his profession and personality do not allow him to be ignorant of the environment in which he finds himself.

"There is a teleportation array in the middle, it can be activated in two days, there is nothing else here, the trap outside is now useless without spiritual power, it is equivalent to being completely useless, you can go and see for yourself." Seven years of working together is enough for Ziyue to understand what he means, and she will explain it by herself without waiting for him to ask.

"Okay, I'll wait until you fall asleep." Mo Wenjun softened his tone.

Ziyue was really tired, this accident made her physically and mentally exhausted, and now that Mo Wenjun woke up, she didn't have to carry the burden alone, and she fell asleep as soon as her eyes were closed. Even if the immortals don't need sleep, sleep is still the best way to restore energy and heal their own wounds, especially those in the realm of the soul.

When Ziyue opened her eyes, there was no one in the room. The empty stone cave was extremely quiet, Ziyue opened her eyes for a moment, and then sighed. I sat up with my body propped up, and my body was still sore, but I was surprised to find that it had been cleaned and my clothes had changed.

Ziyue blushed slightly, but since she had already done everything she had done, and since she had decided to make it right like this, no matter how hypocritical she was, it would seem false, and she would have to get used to such things sooner or later.

Ziyue pushed open the door, and the sunlight shone into the stone cave as always, Ziyue squinted, but the sturdy figure in front of her was outlined more and more clearly.

Mo Wenjun's muscles are not as big as those of the overlord who is half the height of others, but the lines are smooth, the inverted triangle figure has broad shoulders and a bee waist and long legs, which is extremely perfect, and the crystal sweat outlines his figure, and every move is full of strength and smooth beauty.

Ziyue didn't know this scene, she had watched it for twenty years.

"Awake? Is it better? Of course, Mo Wenjun noticed Ziyue, and slowly walked over, "Your face doesn't look very good." ”

Zi Yue shook her head: "I'm a little injured, I can't get better for a while without pills and spiritual power." ”

"Why don't you rest for a while?"

"It's useless to lie down, and it's not an injury." Fighting against a wave of the underworld head-on, although Ziyue is not as iron as Mo Wenjun, she is not uninjured, not to mention that Mo Wenjun's old injuries recurred at that time, she fled with Mo Wenjun all the way, and the original injuries became worse if they were not recuperated. Although the Medicine Immortal Red Pill is a top-notch elixir for others, for himself, although it is not a too serious injury, it is not too comfortable after all.

"Is there another way?" Mo Wenjun suddenly hesitated when he asked.

Some.

Ziyue knows, and Mo Wenjun also knows,

After all, the underworld is not really the Stygian Sea, three days have passed, and the power has begun to wane, at least now, there is already a gap in the spiritual power in the body, such a little spiritual power is not enough for the angel army to grow wings and fly, and it is also not enough for Ziyue to comb her injuries, but what if someone helps her? Mo Wenjun's cultivation was two orders higher than Zi Yue's, and although he also only had one gap, it was enough to help Zi Yue.

However, the ability of spiritual power does not mean that it can be exported, and the spiritual power in their bodies only opens a gap, and once they leave their bodies, they cannot be saved. What is the transmission method without leaving the body? Harmony and double cultivation. And this in itself is also one of the most efficient ways.

If it were a different time, a different occasion, or a different person, Mo Wenjun would not even ask this sentence. But now? It seems, is it supposed to be?

What about Ziyue? What did she think?

……

Mo Wenjun didn't seem to have much experience, and there was no discipline in kissing and stroking, but the proximity with male hormones was enough for Zi Yue to be nervous and weak, shrinking into a ball under him, so soft that it attached to him, and he did it.

The temperature of Mo Wenjun's palm was very hot, and his breathing seemed to be heavier than usual, but his movements were restrained, as if he was afraid of hurting her, and his movements did not have a trace of Meng Lang or even a hint of play, but he was a normal mature man, and the green tendons on his forehead were strongly suppressed and collapsed, but he was very patient for fear that she would feel uncomfortable and wanted her to adapt.

Ziyue still couldn't adapt to it, but the discomfort he endured made her feel distressed, so even if she didn't know if she was ready, she still wrapped it around his waist.

It still hurts when he is split, he tries to relax but can't relax, he is not very comfortable, he is too tight and he hurts, until the exercise is on, looking at the pain and weakness between her eyebrows, even if he is sweating profusely, he still stops and strokes the sweaty broken hair on her forehead: "Can you really adapt?" ”

Ziyue tried to raise the corners of her mouth: "It's okay." "It's all on this, let him endure it again?

Mo Wenjun paused, no longer spoken, just kissed her on the lips, gentle to soothe her emotions.

Can it be better?

There is no need for words, what he means, Ziyue understands.

The effect of Hehe Shuangxiu is not as good as that of the red pill, but it is not bad, after an incident, Ziyue's injury seems to be better, and the flush on her cheeks spreads into a piece of polish, becoming more and more pink. Mo Wenjun touched her long hair, got up and picked her up, and cleaned her up from her body.

This kind of thing seems that women always suffer more than men, and Ziyue's strength has not recovered, and she blushes and doesn't know how to refuse. Although he has just done something more intimate, in the eyes of the woman, this kind of thing is more ambiguous and intimate.