After Cultivating With the Enemy

The light-colored robe on Feng Qi's body was quickly dyed red with blood, Ji Chaoyun breathed quickly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Hurry up..." Ji Chaoyun's voice trembled in a low voice, "I can't move, Feng Qi, I don't know how--"

"Don't be afraid of Xiaolong, I'm here, don't be afraid..." Feng Qi's expression quickly returned to the usual stability. He walked forward for half a step, and Ji Chaoyun's sword was suddenly hardened by the slender blade. Deeper.

Feng Qi snorted and suddenly raised his hand to hold Jian Feng tightly: "Bai Qiuyue, get out of here!"

"...You guessed it." Bai Qiuyue's gentle and gentle voice suddenly came from the night sky. He smiled softly and said softly, "I said I would prepare a gift for you, Feng Qi, I like this A gift?"

Feng Qi's voice was cold: "You can't enter the fairy house, where are you hiding?"

Bai Qiuyue: "You are so smart, why don't you guess for yourself?"

Feng Qi swept his eyes around, and finally fell on Ji Chaoyun.

The sharp pain made him breathe slightly unsteady. He took a deep breath and asked in a cold voice, "When are you—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Since his return, Bai Qiuyue has never had the opportunity to contact Ji Chaoyun, and if he had done anything to Ji Chaoyun, Feng Qi could not have noticed it.

The only possibility is Wen Qufeng earlier.

In order to help Ji Chaoyun alleviate the fear of fantasy, he once asked Bai Qiuyue for help, let him cast a spell to help Ji Chaoyun dream and weave the fantasy.

Is it that time--

Feng Qi was shocked, and asked coldly: "You have been calculating him since so early...?"

"It seems that I guessed it?" Bai Qiuyue said, "Yes, at that time you asked me to cast a spell to make Ji Chaoyun dream, and I left a gap in his consciousness to control it. I didn't want to use this villain trick , But who told you to use God’s blood to count me, I had to pay for it."

Feng Qi closed his eyes and asked softly: "Get out of his body, I can leave it to you."

"Okay." The smile in Bai Qiuyue's voice was even worse, and she said softly, "Put away your supernatural power of body protection and let him kill you with a single sword. I will naturally let him go."

Ji Chaoyun's eyes were red, and he trembled suddenly.

His limbs seemed to be pressed tightly by some kind of force. He didn't listen to his instructions, and even his words seemed very difficult: "No... Feng Qi, you go quickly..."

But Feng Qi didn't move.

The golden light lingering on him quickly faded, Feng Qi smiled gently, raised his blood-stained hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips on Ji Chaoyun's cheeks: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

Afterwards, that hand slid down Ji Chaoyun's arm and held his cold fingers.Feng Qi exerted a slight force and drew the long sword abruptly.

Hot blood sprayed out and splashed on Ji Chaoyun's face.

Feng Qi took a few steps back and knelt on his knees, the blood flowing from his waist and abdomen, instantly paled.

The teleportation array behind him still beating light, reflecting the outline of Feng Qi's side face deeper and deeper.

Feng Qi raised his head, his eyes were gentle and pitying: "Come here, Xiaolong, come to me."

"No..." Ji Chaoyun tried his best to shook his head, but his body walked forward unwillingly. The long sword held tightly in his hand slid down a string of blood beads, splashing flowers on the ground.

Feng Qi fixed his eyes on the sharp sword edge, slowly tightening the hand hanging beside him.

Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes, and the spiritual power that continuously surged from the dragon ball finally broke through the confinement of the body with the help of the pure power in his abdomen.

At the moment when he regained his freedom, Ji Chaoyun slapped Feng Qi with a strong palm on the shoulder.

"Chaoyun!"

Feng Qi was slammed backwards by his full-strength palm, and his body was submerged in the light of the teleportation circle, and instantly disappeared in place.

With the long sword in his hand, Ji Chaoyun knelt to the ground with a clang, panting for breath.

The sense of loss of control came back, and the magic breath emanating from the spiritual consciousness quickly regained control of the body.

Bai Qiuyue's voice rang softly in his ears: "What's the use of helping him escape? With you in my hands, he will come back sooner or later."

"...Xiaolong, come to Qingqiu, I'll wait for you."

In the early morning of the next day, a awning boat waded over the water and stopped on the shore.

Ji Chaoyun sat quietly in the boat, wrapped in a plain white cloak, and there were still blood marks on his cheeks that had not been wiped away.

Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the ship: "Young Master, Qingqiu is here, the patriarch sent his subordinates to pick you up."

Ji Chaoyun was not familiar with the voice, his expression remained unchanged, and he said quietly: "He invited me to come and let him come out to see me."

"This……"

The man hadn't answered yet another voice suddenly sounded outside the ship: "Ji Chaoyun, don't shame you, why should the patriarch come out to welcome you?"

Ji Chaoyun was slightly startled.

This voice is...Wei Shaoyang.

Wei Shaoyang led a group of Tianhu tribesmen waiting on the shore. Seeing Ji Chaoyun still hadn't got off the boat, he couldn't help but yelled, "What are you still doing in a daze, drag me out!"

As soon as his voice fell, a white and slender hand opened the boat curtain.

Ji Chaoyun stepped onto the water bank and raised his eyes to look at Wei Shaoyang lightly: "I don't know, it turns out that Yunlu City has really become a running dog of the Demon Race."

Wei Shaoyang didn't expect that he would have this attitude, and he was a little dazed for a while: "We...Bah, who are you scolding! We are trying to judge the situation, and find another master! The fairyland is exhausted, like you are stubborn. Now this situation is your end!"

Ji Chaoyun bends the corners of his mouth gently, and the sea breeze on the water bank blows the hair behind him with the wind.

There are still some blood stains on his cheeks, making his face paler, but it is a little more mysterious.

Wei Shaoyang was dazzled by his smile, coughed uncomfortably, and looked away.

Ji Chaoyun stepped forward and whispered: "Now the situation? The Allied forces have been waiting outside, ready to attack Qingqiu, encircle and suppress the demons, and clean up your immortal scum. As for me, I am not sorry to kill the demons. But before I die, I naturally don't mind having another City Lord Wei Shao to bury me."

After he finished speaking, he crossed Wei Shaoyang and walked forward.

"Ji Chaoyun!" Wei Shaoyang's face turned blue and white, and he suddenly raised his hand and hit Ji Chaoyun's vest.

No one dared to stop him, and when Wei Shaoyang was about to touch the opponent, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist.No one saw how Ji Chaoyun turned around. He grabbed Wei Shaoyang’s wrist and squeezed it hard--

"what--!!!"

Ji Chaoyun let go and watched Wei Shaoyang softly fall to the ground.

Wei Shaoyang held his dislocated wrist, sweating profusely from pain: "You are so mad, you are not afraid of—"

"It should be why you are so rampant." Ji Chaoyun leaned in a little, and said slowly, "I'm still useful to Bai Qiuyue, he won't kill me, but whether he will kill you, it's hard to say. So, don't provoke me."

Ji Chaoyun nodded humbly at him, turned and walked forward.

Qingqiu is an isolated island on the sea, with steep mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack.Ji Chaoyun followed several members of the Tianhu tribe into the mountain. After walking for a short half an hour, he saw the tall bronze gate standing in the mountain.

All kinds of vines crawled outside the door. The climate in the forest was cold and humid. Ji Chaoyun stopped in front of the door, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Soon, the bronze gate opened, revealing the lofty high hall in it.

Here, the palace uses bluestone and jade masonry. Ji Chaoyun is led to a partial hall. The door of the hall is slowly closed, leaving him alone.

This should be a sleeping hall, with the windows closed tightly to prevent light, and only a few lights can be used for lighting.

Ji Chaoyun looked around, and the hand hidden in the cloak subconsciously stroked his lower abdomen.

"Are you tired, sit down and rest?" A voice came from the inner room, and Bai Qiuyue lifted the bead curtain and walked out.

Ji Chaoyun's breathing was stagnant, and he looked at him vigilantly.

Bai Qiuyue walked to the front of the hall and sat down on her own, poured two cups of tea, and pushed a cup to the other side: "Sit down, warm up with a cup of hot tea. Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you."

Ji Chaoyun was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and sat down.

Bai Qiuyue took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "I heard that you just injured Wei Shaoyang?"

"Yes." Ji Chaoyun said, "Why, do you want to get it back for him?"

"Of course not." Bai Qiuyue smiled and shook her head, with a gentle and gentle voice, "Although Yunlu City has taken refuge in me, their low power is of little use to me. If Wei Shaoyang offends you, I might as well take him over. Leave it to you, how about?"

"...No need."

Bai Qiuyue smiled and said nothing.

He sat quietly and sipped tea, his left hand casually placed on his side, his wide cuffs hung down, Ji Chaoyun glanced over his cuffs, vaguely feeling a little strange.

As if noticing his eyes, Bai Qiuyue stood up, walked to him, and looked at him condescendingly: "Are you looking at this?"

He raised his left hand, his cuff slipped, but only a wrist bone was seen.The cross-section of the wrist bone was covered by a bandage, faintly bloody.

That hand has been chopped off by life.

Ji Chaoyun was shocked: "You..."

"Thanks to your family god, that blood has caused me a lot of suffering." Bai Qiuyue's gaze circled Ji Chaoyun's body, and suddenly stretched out the intact hand, grabbed his wrist and raised it. "In Wenqufeng, you stabbed me with a sword and caused me to break a hand. Now that sword has returned from Fengqi. According to my rule of revenge, should I ask you? Want a hand?"

Ji Chaoyun's face was pale, and he instinctively wanted to break away from each other, but his body began to not listen.

Bai Qiuyue let go of him, with a deeper smile in her eyes: "Don't be afraid, Xiaolong, I won't move you for the time being."

Ji Chaoyun asked: "Why do you want me to come to Qingqiu?"

"It's not what I thought." Bai Qiuyue's smile faded slightly, he lifted Ji Chaoyun's chin, rubbed the dry blood on his cheeks with his fingers, "Someone wants to save your life, I just obey orders."

"Yan Huaqing?"

Bai Qiuyue did not answer.He suddenly retracted his hand, turned and walked towards the temple gate: "You live here these days, and I will not treat you badly for food and clothing. When I open the gate to the demon domain, we will go to the demon domain together. You will understand."

The door of the temple opened and closed again, leaving only Ji Chaoyun in the empty hall again.

The lights on the table were beating, Ji Zhaoyun glanced at the unused hot tea on the table, got up and walked towards the inner room.

The furnishings in this hall are minimal, but the tables, chairs and beds are fully furnished.

He lay down on the bed, wrapped his cloak tightly, and curled up slightly.

The aura in his abdomen fluctuates slightly, seeming a little uneasy.

Ji Chaoyun stroked her lower abdomen and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here, nothing will happen."