Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Chapter 143 The Guardian Angel is Not Leaving

Shi Juyi did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly left the tent.

Feng Yequn carefully held Luo Ying horizontally in his arms and gently placed her on the bed. Looking at her dress, she looked as charming and seductive as a snake demon, but also exuded a pure and unworldly temperament. Her charming figure and looming graceful curves under the moonlight made people's blood boil. That stunning face seemed to be able to absorb all people's minds and make people intoxicated.

Feng Yequn stared at her, his eyes revealing deep fascination and intoxication. He couldn't help but fall into a brief trance, with an indescribable impulse and desire surging in his heart.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her jade-like smooth cheek, his fingertips sliding across the silky skin, the real touch from his fingertips made him even more intoxicated. He murmured to himself:

"Fortunately, you weren't born in the demon world with such a beautiful face, otherwise who knows how many bloody battles would have been set off!"

He tried hard to suppress his restless desire for her and sighed deeply, his voice revealing endless affection and helplessness:

"If you really come to my camp dressed like this to seduce me today, I think I will find it difficult to resist!"

After saying that, he gently opened his hands, and a stream of pure spiritual power gathered between his palms, gently brushing over her body, purifying the remaining demon poison in her body bit by bit. As the spiritual power flowed, her attire gradually changed, returning to the dignity and grace that a marshal should have.

Feng Yequn sat quietly beside the bed, gently held her hand, put it close to his lips, and kissed it affectionately. The image of Luo Ying's painful collapse and crying appeared in his mind, and his heart was torn as if he was dying. He stared at her and muttered to himself, as if he was talking to her, or as if he was talking to himself:

"Why didn't we meet each other at the place where we first met? How great it would be if I was the person you met first! How I wish you could love me without hesitation, and only love me..."

Time passed, and it was unknown how long it had passed before Luo Ying slowly regained consciousness. In a daze, she found Feng Yequn sitting in front of the bed, holding her hand tightly. The warm touch made her heart beat faster.

She sat up suddenly, her eyes full of fear, and asked nervously:

"Why am I in your tent?"

Feng Yequn looked at her flustered appearance, and an inexplicable tenderness surged in his heart. His eyes were full of love, and he smiled dotingly and said softly:

"Look again, it's me in your tent."

Luo Ying was slightly startled when she heard this, then she turned around and looked around, only to find that the layout of this tent was exactly the same as hers, even the color of the bed sheets had not changed. She then realized that she had been in her own tent all along, but Feng Yequn had quietly appeared here without her knowing when. Most of the tension and fear in her heart instantly dissipated. She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Feng Yequn beside her with a little shyness, and whispered:

"I was so scared. I thought you were... doing this to me..."

When Feng Yequn heard this, a sly light flashed in his eyes. He slowly approached Luo Ying until they were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath. He lowered his head slightly and blew his warm breath gently in her ear. The breath was a bit ambiguous and teasing, which made Luo Ying's heart throb.

"What do you think I will do to you?" Feng Yequn's voice was low and magnetic, like the whisper of lovers, or the temptation of a devil.

Being asked so lightly by him, Luo Ying felt as if she was burned by a raging fire, and her face instantly flushed with shame, like the rising morning glow. Feng Yequn looked at her shy appearance, and his heart was moved. He couldn't help but lower his head and pecked her forehead lightly. He smiled slightly, then pulled a little distance from her and said softly:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore! You were possessed by a snake demon. If I hadn't arrived in time..."

When Luo Ying heard this, her heart trembled violently, and her fear was evident in her words. She trembled and stammered, asking:

"What... possessed by a snake demon? I... what did I do... why don't I have any memory of it at all?"

Feng Yequn looked at her panicked and terrified eyes, gently hooked her nose, and said softly, "

"I guess you were possessed by a snake demon in the grove last night, but you didn't even feel anything."

Luo Ying felt an inexplicable chill in her heart, recalling the strange experience last night. She frowned slightly and whispered involuntarily:

"I felt like a gust of cold wind blew into my neck in the woods last night, and it has been uncomfortable ever since. Today, when it got dark, I felt sleepy, so I took a nap on the bed. I don't know what happened next!"

She was nervous and stared at Feng Yequn, afraid to miss any word he said:

"What did I do afterwards?"

Feng Yequn looked at her nervous expression, and a sense of teasing welled up in his heart. He suppressed his smile, deliberately kept her in suspense, and teased her:

"The rest is outrageous. You dress yourself up as a pure and beautiful white snake demon. Any man who sees your charming appearance will bleed and can't help but attack you. If you walk out of your handsome camp in such a swagger... I guess..."

Luo Ying's heart became more and more nervous, and he asked hurriedly:

"Estimated what?"

Feng Yequn looked at her face, which was slightly red due to nervousness, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, and his smile became more intense. He suppressed the smile in his heart and said in a serious tone:

"What kind of people are there in the military camp? The tents around your camp are full of unmarried generals, all of them are fierce and fierce. If you come out in a seductive snake costume, won't the whole military camp go to war just for you?"

Hearing this, Luo Ying was so frightened that she quickly crossed her arms across her chest, as if to protect her petite body. She widened her eyes nervously and asked in a trembling voice:

"Then what?"

Feng Yequn looked at her like this, and a deeper smile appeared on his lips. He clenched his fist lightly, put it on his lips, and tried his best to restrain the laughter that was about to overflow, and said seriously:

"Luckily I came to see you just now and found that something was wrong with you, so I quickly helped you get rid of the snake demon!"

Luo Ying still hugged her arms to protect herself tightly. Her face was full of astonishment. She asked in disbelief:

"Then I didn't do anything to you?"

Feng Yequn couldn't help but cough violently because of her words. He slowly approached Luo Ying, his deep eyes flickering with ambiguous flames. He leaned close to her ear, his voice was low and magnetic, as if it had some kind of magic, he whispered ambiguously:

"I hope you can do something to me..."

Luo Ying was so frightened by his words that she trembled all over. Her heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, thumping. She nervously grasped the corner of her clothes and asked in a trembling voice:

"Is there any?"

Feng Yequn's eyes were full of tenderness. He couldn't bear to see Luo Ying so frightened, so he reached out his hand, gently stroked her hair, and gently comforted her:

"Don't worry! No!"

However, Luo Ying was still uneasy. She was so nervous that her lips trembled slightly and she stammered:

"You...you...didn't you just say that I look so charming in my white snake demon costume that any man would bleed and wouldn't be able to help but attack me?" Her voice trembled, and her eyes were full of fear and confusion.

Feng Yequn finally couldn't help laughing and his voice revealed an indescribable confidence and pride:

"I'm not an ordinary man! I grew up among the charming beauties in the demon world, so I'm immune to them."

When Luo Ying heard his words, she felt relieved and lowered her guard. Recalling Feng Yequn's indifferent attitude towards Ding Zipiao, she couldn't help but whisper to herself:

"That's right! Before in Xianyuan, Sister Zi Piao was so beautiful and tempted you, but you didn't even bother. You are indeed immune to beautiful women."

When Feng Yequn heard her words, his eyes suddenly lit up with strong interest. He slowly approached her and whispered in her ear, teasing and ambiguous:

"That depends on who seduced me... If you were dressed like that... charming and alluring white snake demon and came to seduce me... then I really wouldn't be able to control myself... then you can't blame me..."

When Luo Ying heard his words, her heart was like a string of a harp, jumping to her throat, her face was as red as the sunset glow, her eyes were blurred, as if drawn by magic, staring at Feng Yequn. Feng Yequn's eyes were as hot as a raging fire, firmly locked on her delicate lips, as if attracted by the seductive color and unable to extricate himself.

Finally, he could no longer suppress his inner impulse, and he leaned over and kissed her lips. At that moment, his kiss was like the sound of nature, with a lingering melody that swept her whole body into a fiery wave. Her body seemed to be on fire, her heartbeat was as rapid as a drum, and her soul seemed to be captured by his kiss.

His tongue flexibly shuttled in her mouth, exploring every inch of her soft territory. His movements were cautious, yet domineering, as if he was telling her of his endless love. His lips danced on her lips, like notes jumping on strings, playing a moving melody.

Luo Ying was infected by his passion, closed her eyes, and let his lips leave a burning mark on her lips. The kiss seemed to last for a whole century, making her intoxicated in the deep and passionate love, unable to extricate herself.

She could clearly feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, which was like the beat in music, perfectly synchronized with her heartbeat.

After a long time, he slowly let her go. Luo Ying was like a disturbed bird, flustered and at a loss. There was an indescribable awkward silence between the two of them.

Seeing this, Feng Yequn hurriedly wanted to break the oppressive atmosphere. He gently clenched his fist to his lips and coughed dryly, with a slightly unnatural smile in his voice:

"Well...it would be safer if you change back into this marshal's uniform."

Luo Ying finally came back to her senses from her daze. She lowered her head awkwardly, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she softly replied, "Yeah!" After a while, she raised her head again, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes, and looked at Feng Yequn:

"You just walked into our military camp like this?"

Feng Yequn raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious and charming smile. He whispered, "What's so strange about this? My current identity is the Spring Equinox Flower God Feng Yequn!"

Luo Ying's heart tightened, and a worried look appeared on her face. She asked nervously: "Why don't you go back quickly? If they find out who you are..."

Feng Yequn looked at her tenderly, and felt her deep concern from her anxious tone. A warm current surged in his heart, and he gently reached out his hand and stroked her jade-smooth cheek. His eyes were full of affection, and he said softly: "I won't go back, I will stay and protect you every step of the way. After this incident, I am restless and worried about your safety all the time!"

After hearing this, Luo Ying felt a warm feeling in her heart. She felt Feng Yequn's deep love and protectiveness.