This night, the husband and wife of XianJun, who left the rental room without going back to Sihailong Palace, spent the night in the mountains. They teleported to Wufu Mountain, the highest mountain in Panyun City, and found a relatively flat place to temporarily place a two-story wooden house. There are tea, water, pillows and quilts in the wooden house, as well as all kinds of spiritual fruits. It is no different from usual at home, and may even be better than at home, because there is no interference around, do something shy No enchantment is required.
Feng Yang fell in love with this temporary residence in less than ten seconds. He asked Mo Ting to take some spirit fruits, and the couple sat down to the door, chatting while watching the stars.
Only Feng Yang wants to chat, Mr. XianJun actually doesn't want to chat. He just wants to talk about the great harmony of life in bed, or about the great harmony of life under the bed. This place is really very sensational, and the nature of the dragon can't help making him a little eager to move.
The hand touched Feng Yang's waist unconsciously. Obviously, at first, he just hugged it very well, but then somehow, I felt like I was conscious of the place I wanted to touch.
Snapped!
"The rest of my life is very long, can you not be so eager?" Feng Yang took a fruit and blocked Mo Ting's mouth, "I haven't been in the forest quietly listening to the wind for a long time."
"Sorry, the atmosphere is so wonderful, because my husband almost forgot that Madam is a cute bird." Mo Ting stroked his hand, untied his robe and put it on Feng Yang's body and laughed, "We will plant another one after we go back. There are a lot of thin moon phoenix trees. As long as the lady is happy, can we live in the phoenix trees at night?"
"...Is there a piano?"
"Originally not, but Madam wants to have it." Mo Ting changed at will, Feng Yang not only had a piano, but also a piano case and Yuxiao. And not far from Yuxiao is an incense burner. A strange aroma slowly floated from the incense burner.
"This incense?"
"How? I know it." Mo Ting said, "Is my husband very smart?"
Smart shit!
Feng Yang looked at the XianJun who had asked for credit without a word, and then "poofed" with a melody: "Since my husband is so considerate, let's play a piece of my favorite song for him."
Mo Ting propped his chin and nodded.
Feng Yang stroked the strings lightly, and heard the sound of the strings. The sound was really good, and he knew that this was a rare good piano, so he couldn't help stroking it. He played a song that Mo Ting had never heard before. It was slow and melodious at first, but later the tune became very light and the melody was cheerful, a bit like a bird bounced in the woods after the morning mist cleared. It was like dew falling between the leaves, ticking.
It is clear that the mountains have been dyed with the colors of late autumn, which is a bit bleak, but it makes Feng Yang's tune play as if returning to midsummer.
Upon seeing this, Mo Ting held Yu Xiao to his lips. Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with smiles, thinking that it would be a wonderful thing for two people to play together.
Unexpectedly, Mr. XianJun waited for a long time and there was no movement there.
Feng Yang couldn't help withdrawing one hand, and simply hooked the string with the other, making a ding ding dong dong, as if waiting for Mo Ting.
At this time XianJun sighed and put Yu Xiao down.
Feng Yang's hands lightly dropped on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped. He looked at Mo Ting suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
XianJun said in distress, "No."
Feng Yang: "..." I don't know how to pose you!
Mo Ting held Yuxiao in his hand and held the flower, playing like a golden hoop: "I was born smart, and most things can be seen at a glance, but I don't know anything about this rhythm. Baby, can you play chess? ?"
Feng Yang: "..."
This time Feng Yang was upset. He is not born and smart, but his qualifications are not bad. This is the chess game...
Go, that will still go, but never win.
However, playing chess with your lover is not more important than competition, and it does not seem to matter whether you win or lose. Feng Yang nodded: "The next game?"
Mo Ting collected qin and jade flute and made a set of Go. The moist and clear black jade and mutton white jade chess pieces are very good in color. That is, Mr. XianJun on the opposite side likes Bling Buling things too much, even the pieces are inlaid with diamonds. One drop fell, and the flash was blaring.
"Should I let you three?" Mo Ting asked.
"No need." Anyway, he will lose if he doesn't give up.
Feng Yang snapped his fingers lightly, and a small flame floated up slowly. The small flames were divided into four groups in mid-air, becoming bigger and bigger, becoming four football fireballs. The surrounding area became brighter in a flash, and the diamonds on the chess pieces seemed to be more dazzling. A certain XianJun liked this dazzling feeling, holding a chess piece and placing it on the board. Feng Yang also put a pill.
Mr. XianJun smiled on his lips and put another shot.
Feng Yang's mentality has always been very flat, because he doesn't care about winning or losing, and he thinks about this when he plays. It is estimated that he can't win Mo Ting in eight cases. After all, Mo Ting has lived for more than 300 years. It is the initiative to play chess, so Mo Ting's chess skills should be very good.
Unexpectedly, the more down, the more unreliable.
XianJun saw that he was about to lose, and at this moment he couldn't sit still, feeling his old face panicking. Playing chess is small, losing to a daughter-in-law is a big one. In terms of instruments, you can't play a tune with your daughter-in-law. This chess is worse than her daughter-in-law by several levels, which is really unreasonable.
Feng Yang was also a little stunned. He has lived for nearly 20 years, and although he has not played many chess games, he has never won, so that he hated this thing for a long time. Didn't expect to win today?
Feng Yang looked at XianJun with a faint smile on his lips unsure: "You don't want me, right?"
XianJun smiled shamelessly: "How can I let the baby lose? You have to win to be happy, so the baby must win!"
It sounds like it really is...
Feng Yang suddenly felt a little sweet in his heart, but also a little weird. He received the chess piece and said "Oh", "Will you still play?"
Mr. XianJun's usually very precious chess piece, he didn't even look at it, and said: "It's not going down, it's getting wet outside at the moment, let's go in!"
It was quite cold in the forest, and Feng Yang did not object. He collected the chess pieces and went to take a bath after returning to the house with Mo Ting. Where there is a dragon, there is never a shortage of water, and where there is a phoenix, there is no need to worry about heating. As soon as the couple cooperated, a big bucket of hot bath water was ready. Feng Yang was not a twitchy character, took off his clothes, went into the bathtub, and sat down comfortably.
Mr. XianJun looked intently. After a while, he walked to the bath tub and squeezed Feng Yang's nose slightly: "You wash first, I'll make some tea, and after a while you drink and warm your body when you come out."
Feng Yang nodded.
Mr. XianJun went to the kitchen and secretly began to polish up his remaining three-leaf golden scales. When Feng Yang finished his bath, a bowl of warm "tea" was ready. XianJun first took a soft bathrobe and put it on Feng Yang, and then handed the bowl of "tea" to Feng Yang's mouth.
Feng Yang took a sip without even thinking about it. Because the color is brown, he didn't think about it at all. When he finished drinking, he really didn't feel cold at all, otherwise it would be a little cold when he first came out of the water, and his least favorite thing every time he took a bath was when he left the water.
In order to improperly use an electric light bulb, Hua Cheng went to the forest and went back a long way, and then witnessed the whole process.
But soon, Feng Yang discovered the abnormality.
His spiritual roots began to recover quickly. Obviously according to the previous progress, he may take a while to fully recover, but now, it is like someone injecting a large amount of repair liquid into his spiritual root crack!
"You, what did you drink to me just now?" Feng Yang was anxious.
"Sanye Jinlinfen makes tea." Mo Ting said, "How do you feel?"
"I..." Before Feng Yang finished speaking, two tubes of nosebleeds came down. He feels that his body is getting hotter and hotter, and his clothes are too hot to wear! He has always been afraid of cold or heat, but now, he wants to jump back into the water again!
"Don't worry, this situation is normal, and it will pass soon." Mo Ting saw that he was uncomfortable, hugged him in his arms, and lowered his body temperature to make Feng Yang feel better.
Feng Yang felt cooler, and instinctively wanted to get closer. He wiped off the blood with the sleeve of the bathrobe, and put his hand into Mo Ting's shirt eagerly. Mo Ting's skin brought a chill to his palm, "Hmm!" He simply tore Mr. XianJun's clothes! Exposed a large sturdy chest!
Mo Ting: "..."
The surprise came so suddenly that XianJun was caught off guard!
Mo Ting hugged Feng Yang sideways and brought him back to the bathroom. I don't know what method he used, the bath water used by Feng Yang has changed back to the original state. There are no bubbles inside, there are fresh petals.
Except for Feng Yang's bathrobe, Mo Ting put him inside again, and then he sat in.
Feng Yang was hugged by Mo Ting, his body pressed against Mo Ting's chest, and the cool feeling made him comfortable and sighed.
But still not working!
"So anxious?" Mo Ting got a bargain and still behaved. He knew what Feng Yang wanted, but he didn't want to act like Feng Yang right away. He lifted his neck to bear Feng Yang's kiss, and forced his desire to explode, saying: "Why don't I go and blow up something for you?"
"Who said I want to know? What I want is you!" Feng Yang stared, with a thin layer of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking anxious and angry, "Are you going to give it or not? Just go if you don't. Find a piece of cold pool!"
"Give it! Ancestor! If you don't give it to me, I will be suffocated to death." Mo Ting said, hugging Feng Yang harder, and blending with him...
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Waiting for the heat to completely subside is already two hours later. Feng Yang was rubbed refreshingly and lying on the bed, looking at Mo TingXianJun, who was not half tired, he felt distressed when he thought of the run-out Sanye Jinlin, so he said in a spirited voice: "Tomorrow another game of chess! Don't retain strength Kind of."
Mo Ting smiled and said, "Good, good, don't retain strength."
Feng Yang closed his eyes and turned to sleep.
Mo Ting patted him lightly to make sure he was asleep. He quickly got up from the bed and went to the living room, whispering: "Yan Liu!"
After a short while, Yan Liu came out of the gate: "XianJun, what do you want?"
Mo Ting asked him: "Who is the best player in the world of chess?"
Yan Liu said: "That is naturally the emperor."
Mo Ting said: "Hurry up! Go to the Emperor Palace!!!"