Reborn as a thief and a husband

Chapter 122

He is most afraid that someone will bring up Nanfeng's past, but who knows that this stinky old man will never end!

"You! You mean... wait!" Nanfeng suddenly raised his head from Chu Qiaofei's arms, fell into deep thought again, and asked in a slightly uncertain excited voice: "Where did the illusion start? I am Say... when did I enter the illusion?"

The Taoist of Dixuan stretched out his hand and said, "It starts when you meet this person beside you."

Isn't that the beginning of entering Hunchun?Nan Feng's little excitement disappeared immediately.

I thought... that person's death was just an illusion.

"How about it, come with me or not?" Although the tone was inquiring, the eyes of the Taoist of Dixuan clearly wrote: You have to go if you go, or you have to go if you don't go!

Chu Qiaofei secretly winked at Ai Yebao.

Ai Yebao comprehended, his vigorous body jumped up like a nimble leopard, and rushed towards the old man quickly, with an iron fist that could kill a tiger with one blow, and in the blink of an eye, he was going to have a close contact with the old man's head——Dixuan Taoist Standing indifferently in the night wind, the oncoming threat seemed to be non-existent, and could not arouse him a little nervousness. When the fierce fist brushed against the tip of his nose, he waved his hand Shi Shiran, like waving a fly , the wide sleeves waved randomly in the air, and Ai Yebao was instantly smashed into thousands of pieces like a moon in the water, and then disappeared.

……

Mai Miao kept Yin'er behind her guardedly, wanting to scold the murderer to get justice for her good brother, but she was afraid of offending the other party, and Yin'er would be involved, so she had to bite her lower lip tightly and not utter a word. language.

The sudden shock made Chu Qiaofei's heart sink, and he unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his charming and startling eyes burst out with furious flames.

Nanfeng was the one who couldn't hold back anymore. He jumped out of Chu Qiaofei's arms and pointed at the Taoist Dixuan's nose and roared, "Smelly old man, don't hurt them!"

The Taoist of Dixuan widened his eyes and pretended to be innocent: "Obviously he wanted to hit me first..."

"Then, then you can't either!" The friend who has been with him for ten years said that if it is gone, it will be gone. Nanfeng's nose suddenly became sour, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

"They are just phantoms...they didn't exist in the first place." Seeing the little monster's red eyes, the Taoist of Dixuan suddenly felt guilty for bullying the child, and his tone softened: "If you are just an ordinary little monster, I may not come to you at all, but you have been enlightened by the demon king once, and two elixir have been fused in your body. Now, your demon clan is in dire straits, and the demon king alone can't handle it, so I will Came to look for you, don't tell me...you just have the heart to live your life in a carefree way, without caring about the life or death of your other companions?"

The past that was temporarily closed because I didn't remember it for a long time, followed the old man's words, and revealed it from the dust little by little.

Yeah, how could he be so selfish?

What about his ambitions?

He was teased and tortured by the devil in every possible way, so what about his determination to defeat the opponent?

Is he worthy of Qing Kong who gave all the elixir to him?Are you worthy of Uncle Zhuang who taught him sorcery?

"Nanfeng..." The hand hanging by his side was suddenly grabbed, pulling him away from his contemplation.

He turned around, and what he could see was Chu Qiaofei's eyes full of reluctance: "Don't go, you agreed to be with me after a long time, you agreed to marry me after a long time, as you said, you will have to marry me for the rest of your life." Accompany me..."

His tone is light and he speaks lightly.

Only those who know the truth can hear the heaviness and sorrow in it.

[168] Sweet Love

"Sorry……"

He Nanfeng is a big bastard!What is given to others will always be less, less, less than what others pay!

But although he is not a superman who saves the world in his underwear, but if he puts all his skills to use, he will definitely not be able to do it if he wants to let the villains do evil and make his compatriots suffer.

Life... that's the fucking way.

The other party smiled wryly, and murmured: "I really don't want to hear you say these three words..." The big hand grabbed his hand tightly and refused to let go.

"You are God... If there is a destiny, we will see you again." He tried his best to hold up a warm smile, trying to comfort each other's loss.

Even if parting, he doesn't like the scene of melancholy and tears flying together, people always have hope or extravagant hope, and then they will go on bravely...

The other party decided to look at him for a while, then raised his head and said loudly to the Dixuan Taoist outside the door: "Can you give me some time?"

"A moment at most."

"Enough."

As soon as the words fell, he pulled Nan Feng who didn't know why to stand back on the seat in the worship hall, and said to Mai Miao: "Let's continue."

Mai Miao understood, gave the stinky old man a warning look, shook Yin'er's hand, turned around and set foot on the high hall again, and sat down.

Chu Qiaofei said softly to Yin'er who was at a loss: "The last sentence, please say it again."

Yin'er blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and suddenly understood what Brother Qiao meant.

He just... wants to get married with Brother Nanfeng.

Clearing her throat, Yin'er shouted: "Sent to the bridal chamber—"

Chu Qiaofei bent down solemnly, picked up Nanfeng, walked out of the door with steady steps, and walked boldly under the eyes of Taoist Dixuan.

Not far away, he kicked open one of the doors and turned into the house.

The Taoist of Dixuan raised his eyebrows knowingly, stroked his long fluttering beard, and sighed: "A man's true colors..."

Then he turned his playful eyes to Mai Miao, who was looking at him full of hostility, and Yin'er, who was standing aside blankly, and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to have a shot?"

"..."

Nan Feng, who was being carried into the room, was pushed down by the person who was holding him leaning over the moment he was put down, followed by a hot and tired kiss, unceremoniously grabbing all his breath.

"Hmm..." Nanfeng wanted to push him away to ask for clarification, since they were about to separate, this guy would still want to do that shameful thing!

But his resisting hands were grasped effortlessly and pressed against the top of his head, presenting the most helpless posture.

The slippery tongue nimbly penetrated into his mouth, hooked his tongue, sucked it into his own mouth and bit it lightly. The force was so strong that Nan Feng not only numb the tip of his tongue, but also sucked his soul away. Illusion of terror.

"Um...no..." He wanted to shake his head to resist, but the other party, without any warning, let go of his soft lips that had been quickly ravaged into crimson a second before, panting heavily and commanded domineeringly in his ear: "Say love me."

"Varied……!"

"Even if we separate, you must never forget me."

"..." The black eyes that gradually gained focus finally saw clearly the blood-colored bed curtain under the light of the red candle.

"Even if you are dreaming, you must call my name."

The man who hugged him tightly, the two arms around his waist, were so strong that they almost wanted to drive him into his own flesh and blood.

At this moment, Nanfeng realized that this man was not as simple and simple in love as he had always thought, but in love, he cared too much about his feelings, so he hid all his arrogant and powerful side, and accommodated him in everything.

But once he touches his bottom line, his reverse scale, it is naturally difficult for him to be so scruples.

The distance between the two is too close, so close that the lips are rubbing against each other while breathing, the hot air exhaled intertwined and dissolved, and the cheeks are smoky red, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.

He was so close that he could clearly see that in those peach-blossom eyes, two clusters of scorching love flames were gradually devouring his figure...

This look made him inexplicably palpitate and flustered, but he couldn't look away.

"love me?"

The man persisted in his questioning, seeing that he was blank for a long time without any response, and the blazing flame seemed to be poured with cold water, and most of it was extinguished at once.

"There is no time, Nanfeng..."

There was a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Nan Feng's heart twisted when he saw it, and he opened his mouth almost subconsciously: "Love."

The man's eyes lit up, and he said greedily, "I want to hear three words."

"Chu Qiaofei."

"Yes!" The person whose name was called immediately raised a big and bright smile, as gentle as before.

"……I love you."

"Me too..." Chu Qiaofei sighed contentedly and kissed his sweet lips again. The moment his lips met, he murmured and added: "I love you so much."

This quarter of an hour is very short, but when Nanfeng left the room, Nanfeng felt as if he had been a lifetime away.

Did he change this love, or did this love change him?

Can't figure it out, anyway, he knows that he has been reborn, he is no longer the big fool who was influenced by his mother and fell into obsession, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder has improved a lot over the years.

At the final parting, he squeezed Chu Qiaofei's big hand, and deeply imprinted this calloused warmth on his palm and heart.

"Take care of yourself."

He said goodbye in a low voice, not daring to look up to see his expression, he let go of his hand resolutely, turned around and strode towards the Taoist.

Close your eyes and tell yourself that everything here is just a dream.

And now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

After taking a few steps, the feeling of being weightless and stepping into the air suddenly hit him. His feet were empty, and his whole body kept falling.

what happened? !

Warm and cool water flowed from all directions, scrambling to block his mouth, nose, ears and mouth. He opened his eyes in panic, but what he saw was an enlarged and distorted face on the water. Against the backdrop of the gloomy darkness, it was particularly terrifying and weird. .

what--! !

With a secret cry, his shoulders tightened, and he was lifted out of the water like a chicken.

"Puff...cough cough..."

Nan Feng lay on the shore in a state of embarrassment, patting his chest and coughing vigorously, while the Taoist of Dixuan squatted leisurely aside, poking him with a finger: "Hey, are you okay?"

What he answered was a series of heart-piercing coughs.

Wait until it's hard to fill the intake pipe