The spiritual energy of the Eight Wind Cliffs is so rich that even flying in the air makes people feel comfortable.

The empty valley occasionally hears the screams and roars of monsters, otherwise it is quiet.

In the evening, a light rain fell from the sky.

Ten people fell from the sky and found a cave to rest.

Tonight, there is no moon.

Jun Yanzhi silently looked at the sky.

During the day, the scene of the tragic death of the disciples of Shuiyue Palace was too horrific. Li Shu and Gu Jinping were still frightened and discussed: "They were controlled by something, as if they were possessed by a demon."

Mo Shaoyan bit the dry food he brought out: "What can control the human mind?"

He Ling said coldly: "Demon cultivators, demon cultivators, elixirs, poison gas."

Liu Qianmo said softly: "You put it too simply, no matter it is a demon cultivator or a demon cultivator, unless it is an innate ability, otherwise one must have extremely high cultivation to control the mind."

Peng Shao said: "Yes, this time it's probably poison gas. For example, they triggered some mechanism to cause the poison gas."

Gu Jinping said: "What kind of demon cultivator and demon cultivator have the ability to control the human mind?"

The cave was very dark, and Jun Yanzhi lowered his head.

Liu Qianmo said slowly: "The killing of people by highly skilled demon cultivators has existed since ancient times and has happened several times. At that time, tens of thousands of people died and the world became a Shura hell. The blood shed was absorbed by the demon cultivators and used to practice their magic skills."

Gui Xinbi said: "Such a thing has not happened for thousands of years. In the past ten years, there has been a person who was born with the ability to control people's minds. I had just started practicing at that time, and I heard people talk about it several times."

"Hengyuan Palace." He Ling said.

Liu Qianmo said softly, "From the palace master to the servants, a total of 467 people, without exception, all killed each other. The culprit was the palace master's son who was less than ten years old, and he also died in the chaos."

Li Shu asked, "I've heard of this. The child was born with demonic energy and could transform into a demon. When he was still in swaddling clothes, he caused two servants to turn against each other and seriously injured each other."

"Such a child should be killed at birth. How could the Palace Master Hengyuan be so cruel?"

"How could she do this to her own child?"

Jun Yanzhi said softly, "You guys chat first. I'm feeling depressed and will go out for a walk."

After that, he walked out.

Wen Jing got up from the ground and chased after him: "Senior Brother Jun, wait for me."

Gui Xinbi pouted and said: "Senior Brother Jun, Senior Brother Jun, who else can you think of besides Senior Brother Jun."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly: "Senior Brother Gui, are you jealous?"

Gui Xinbi said coldly: "I am jealous? That kid is so stupid, I just feel sorry for Senior Brother Jun."

Outside the cave.

The two of them walked a few feet in the drizzle, one in front and one behind. It was dark all around, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Jun Yanzhi said gently: "Junior Brother Lu, it's too dark, you go back to the cave, I like to be alone sometimes."

Wen Jing whispered: "I won't bother you, I'll sit next to you."

Tonight he had to follow.

Tonight, Jun Yanzhi was separated from the others for some reason and set out on the road alone. A few days later, he met Ji Keqing.

Now the heroine has not established any feelings with him, and it is unknown what the scene will be like when they meet again, so Wen Jing must follow him.

The surroundings were very quiet, Jun Yanzhi walked slowly, but his steps suddenly stopped.

Wen Jing followed behind him, and was caught off guard by a solid back. His nose was sore, and even his eyes were a little hot.

"Senior brother..."

Jun Yanzhi said hoarsely: "Junior brother, I feel a little dizzy, can you let me lean on you for a while?" The voice was very light, but a little different from usual.

Wen Jing was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said: "Are you not feeling well? Let's go back to the cave to rest."

The person in front stood quietly in the rain, not saying a word.

Wen Jing was a little anxious, and gathered a ball of spiritual energy in his hands, which slightly illuminated the surroundings.

He took Jun Yanzhi's cold hand, coaxing him while leading him to walk slowly: "We won't go back to the cave, let's go find a place to shelter from the rain..."

Jun Yanzhi gently rubbed the boy's warm fingers.

"Well, there is a small cave in front, let's go to hide from the rain..."

"Okay..."

Wen Jing shook Jun Yanzhi's hand and continued to lead him forward: "We have our own cave, we don't want to squeeze with them. Come on, smile."

Jun Yanzhi was led by him into the cave, which was very shallow, just enough for the two of them to sit together.

Wen Jing sat down close to Jun Yanzhi, feeling awkward no matter how he adjusted himself. He frowned and said, "Brother, do you feel uncomfortable? Let's find another cave?"

"No."

Jun Yanzhi's face was a little pale, and there was a very faint, almost invisible fear in his eyes when he looked at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing hurriedly coaxed, "Let's not change, we will sleep here tonight." After saying that, he felt uncomfortable again and couldn't help twisting his body to find the most comfortable position.

Jun Yanzhi took his wrist, let him sit between his legs, and hugged him from behind.

The two merged into one, and the space suddenly became much wider. Wen Jing lay in the warm and soft embrace behind him, which was much more comfortable than the cold and hard bluestone. He couldn't help but say, "Yeah, this is the best."

Jun Yanzhi leaned his head on Wen Jing's shoulder, silent.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you worried?"

"No, it's raining, and I'm in a bad mood." His voice was gentle.

"Oh... so... what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay here quietly."

"Oh... okay..."

The two of them snuggled in silence, Wen Jing felt more and more comfortable, turned around gently, and lay on his side in his arms: "Brother, I originally asked you to lean on me, but now it's me leaning on you."

"It doesn't matter who leans on whom." Jun Yanzhi's head fell on his shoulder, rubbing it gently, and calmly exhaled on his face...

Wen Jing felt a little drowsy and rubbed his eyes: "Brother, I'm a little sleepy."

"Go to sleep."

"Brother, don't be unhappy..." His eyelids closed heavily, and his head fell into Jun Yanzhi's arms.

"As long as you stay with me, I won't be unhappy." The voice was still gentle, but mixed with a hint of obscure emotions.

Wen Jing finally slowly lost consciousness: "Well... I've always been with you..."

Finally, his mind was dark and he fell asleep.

The boy's body was warm and comfortable, like a small flame. Jun Yanzhi tightened his arms around him, groped Wen Jing's slender neck, and gently covered his lips.

Smooth and warm, just as he imagined.

He slightly extended his tongue to lick it, and sucked gently, leaving a string of hot marks.

There was a slight sting on the tip of his tongue. As if addicted, Jun Yanzhi slowly increased his strength, kissing and sucking with reluctance, his eyes gradually darkening.

He wanted this boy to never leave him.

If he exhaled into his mouth every day, after a month, Lu Jing would be madly in love with him, loyal to him all his life, and never betray him.

Jun Yanzhi lifted Wen Jing's head and searched for his lips in the dark.

The moist little mouth opened slightly, not very resistant. Jun Yanzhi easily inserted his tongue, and gently turned Wen Jing over to absorb the warmth from his mouth.

The boy was already sleeping soundly and unconscious.

A breath rose from Jun Yanzhi's mouth, and he held it in his mouth and dared not spit it out.

That night more than ten years ago, he couldn't remember anything clearly. He only remembered the chaotic screams, shouts, blood all over the ground, and his mother pushing him to escape. When he woke up, he was unconscious in a forest under the Xunyang Mountains.

Then, he heard the news that his whole family was wiped out, and the murderer was himself.

He couldn't sleep at night because of fear. He tried hard to think, but he couldn't remember anything.

He didn't know if he was the murderer, but the boy in his arms would never know.

Jun Yanzhi sucked Wen Jing's soft lips and slowly pushed the breath out of his mouth. Once a day, after a month, Lu Jing would be his forever.

Wen Jing frowned and said vaguely: "Uncomfortable..."

Jun Yanzhi suddenly held his breath, a little confused.

What to do?

She didn't want him to become a puppet, but she was afraid that he would betray her in the future.

Would he also think that someone like him should be strangled to death when he was born?

He didn't want to have any contact with people in his life, but this boy squeezed into his life desperately, without realizing it, and tried to make him happy like a fool.

Does he know what kind of person he is? This idiot!

"It hurts..." Wen Jing's head pulled back, and Jun Yanzhi pressed his neck and sucked hard.

Want to run now?

Jun Yanzhi pressed him to the ground, put his hands into his clothes, and touched his smooth skin.

Wen Jing twisted uncomfortably and cried out unconsciously: "Well... it hurts..."

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips, subconsciously restrained himself, and hugged him to sit up again. He lowered his head, slowly helped Wen Jing to put on his clothes, and said softly: "Junior brother, I believe you this time, you will never betray me, okay?"

The boy did not answer, and lay down in his arms again.

Jun Yanzhi stroked his head: "Go to sleep."

Wen Jing hugged his waist, and the expression on his face returned to a gentle state, without any movement.