After dressing as a demon, I accidentally deceived the feelings of my old enemy

Chapter 44

Jing Jue seldom finds him for anything, usually Jing Jue solves any problem properly by himself, so come to him, unless it is something Jing Jue can’t solve, or something that needs to be known to him.

Feng Ce nodded, pushed open the door, and said to him in a very low voice, "Come in."

The voice is quieter and the throat is finally not so sore.

Feng Ce walked into the room and massaged the sore throat.

After pouring a glass of water and drinking it, he put down the glass and motioned for Jingjue to sit down and talk.

Jing Jue became awkward at this time, he stood respectfully: "My lord, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Feng Ce raised his eyes to look at him, thinking that something bad might happen at this time, so he frowned, prepared himself mentally, and said to him, "Tell me."

Jingjue looked at Feng Ceshou and touched his throat again, then bowed his hands and said to him: "Your Majesty, we are here to prevent Wen Bie from investigating the Twelve-Yin Pavilion and to protect the building from danger. Don't be too intimate."

Feng Ce's throat hurts, he didn't reason with him, paused, nodded: "Okay."

Jing Jue said again: "My lord, I have a plan to lure Wen Bie and others away from Yongdu. We can build a fake magic building as a cover, and we can drive them away."

Feng Ce kept drinking a glass of water to moisten his throat, and finally felt better, so he said a few more words: "Cure the symptoms, not the root cause."

Speaking of this, Feng Ce suddenly remembered that there was a healing technique available, so he immediately cheered up, put down the water glass, and used the healing technique on his injured throat.

Soon, I felt a cool air around the wounded throat and slowly merged into it.

So he spoke again, and Feng Ce's voice returned to the original: "We need to lure the fake magic building in person. If we leave evidence and be discovered by Wen Bie, it will be more dangerous. Even if that's not the case, they only need to do a little research. I also know it's fake."

"The reason why they have always been suspicious of the Twelve-Yin Pavilion is because of Ayin's own negligence. I have reminded him many times, and I hope they will not catch any more evidence."

"In addition, I got close to Wen Bie in order to gain his trust. He has always doubted my identity. I know better than you how important is the relationship between children and the survival of the demons in the future."

After finishing what he wanted to say in one breath, Feng Ce felt very comfortable, but his mouth was a little dry, so he frowned and poured a glass of water to drink.

Listening to what he said, Jingjue felt that the lord had really changed, and couldn't help but said: "Your lord, in the past, you never considered these things."

Feng Ce answered him very naturally: "This deity has died once, so it is natural to think more, besides, building a demon building is related to the survival of the demon clan."

Feng Ce was drinking the last sip of water from his glass when Jing Jue suddenly knelt down on one knee.

Feng Ce was a little startled, put the cup aside, and asked him, "What happened?"

Can't you just say it all at once?

Jing Feng replied: "The subordinates are actually testing the lord, and the subordinates deserve death."

Feng Ce suddenly felt chills down his spine, but remained calm, and asked him with a cold face, "Trying what?"

"Since the last time the lord came back to life, his temperament and behavior have changed drastically. The subordinates suspect that someone is pretending to be the lord, and even think that the lord has been taken away."

Jing Jue knelt down on the ground, very pious: "This subordinate now understands that Your Majesty is indeed Your Majesty, with more foresight and righteousness than before."

He finally believed him until now, Feng Ce ignored his flattery, and asked again: "Are you just testing my authenticity?"

Jingjue was silent for a moment before replying to him: "This subordinate is worried that His Majesty will be impulsive again and destroy the Demon Building."

"..."

Feng Ce was a little helpless: "Since we are all thinking about the demons, I don't blame you. Get up and do what you need to do."

Jingjue still knelt and did not move.

Feng Ce asked him: "Is there something else?"

Listening to Feng Ce's calm voice, Jing Jue raised her head to look at Feng Ce, and said, "This subordinate doesn't understand something. Both this subordinate and Jing Feng are dedicated to serving the superior, but why does the superior not trust us? Hand them all over to Yuwu?"

"Even the fact that the Twelve Sounds Pavilion has been betrayed is not disclosed to us."

Feng Ce didn't expect that Jing Jue would find out about this, and it was hard for him to answer such a question, so he rubbed his brows to get serious, and then said, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I have some things to hand over to the fish." Wu, I feel more at ease, and besides, how did you learn about the betrayal of the Twelve-tone Pavilion?"

When Feng Ce asked, he immediately hesitated when he asked Jing Jue, which made Feng Ce feel that there was a big problem.

After hesitating for a moment, Jing Jue said slowly: "Rouqian used the dream method to pull the subordinates into the front of the demon, indicating that the sufferings suffered by the subordinates were actually the work of the superior, and persuaded the subordinates to join them in the same way, and seek revenge from the superior. .”

Feng Ce was also stunned for a moment.

Before they became demons, they knew about the tragic wind policy, but he didn't know that it wasn't the demon master Feng Che.

For example, Feng Ce only knows that Jing Jue was almost beaten to death by Feng Che when Jing Jue was beaten to death, but Feng Ce doesn't know anything about other things that happened before Jing Jue became a demon.

From the very beginning, Feng Ce knew that Feng Che's memories were missing, so he couldn't prove whether this was a scene directed and acted by Feng Che himself.

Feng Ce asked him: "What if I did it all by myself? What should you do?"

Jing Jue: "Your Majesty has seen the choices made by your subordinates."

Feng Ce smiled faintly: "Why?"

Jingfeng: "The subordinates only remember that the superior rescued the subordinates, and the subordinates were able to take revenge. The evil in people's hearts, these years, the subordinates have seen no less than the superiors. Where will it go?"

Feng Ce wants to know what happened back then and what the truth is.

Jing Jue said again: "My lord is now devoted to the demon clan, and my subordinates are willing to go through fire and water to share the worries of my lord."

Feng Ce suddenly understood why Jing Jue came to test him. If he was stupid, Jing Jue would definitely turn to Yin Bingyu without hesitation.

"What did they ask you to do?" After Feng Ce finished speaking, he guessed again, "Spy on me?"

Jingjue nodded: "Yes."

Seeing that he was still kneeling, Feng Ce said, "Get up first, I'm not so harsh on you, sit down and talk."

Jingjue stood up and saw that Feng Ce was not angry, so she sat down obediently.

Feng Ce said to him: "You continue to pretend to be nice to A Yin and the others. If they have any plans, just let me know. Remember to be careful in everything you do."

Jing Jue: "Your Majesty, rest assured."

After Jing Jue left, Feng Ce relaxed his mind and body, and felt extremely tired all of a sudden, fell asleep on the bed.

He slept until someone knocked on the door and called him to dinner.

Afterwards, Feng Ce was surprised to see Wen Bie also at the dinner table.

Feng Ce's footsteps stopped, Madam Hou saw this, and explained with a smile: "Master Fu came to look for you and said he had something to discuss with you, but it turned out that you were fine. You slept all afternoon, and Mr. Fu waited for you for several hours."

Feng Ce sat down silently, and said lightly: "Master Fu has been waiting for a long time."

Wen Bie nodded and smiled at him.

Feng Ce felt pain in his mouth and throat when he saw him.

After dinner, Wen Bie followed Feng Ce back to the room because he had something important to do.

In the room, Wen Bie handed him a bottle of medicine, and asked with concern, "Your throat is healed?"

Feng Ce looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, and immediately knew that he had nothing serious to do, so he returned the medicine plug to him, sat down with a cold face, and said to him: "It's nothing serious, no medicine is needed. .”

Wen Bie moved the chair and sat beside him, coaxing him: "Open your mouth, let me take a look for you."

Feng Ce sneered and ignored.

Wen Bie knew that he was angry, and then put two fingers on his throat, and found that the wound had healed itself, so he was relieved.

Feng Ce glanced down at his outstretched hand, and said to him, "You might as well hit harder, it would be better if I crippled my throat."

Wen Bie: "Then next time, change the place."

Feng Ce: "..."

Feng Ce: "You should go back."

Wen Biexu was afraid that Feng Ce would really ignore him, so he got up very obediently and opened the door to leave.

As soon as Wen Bie left, Feng Ce heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately called a maid to fetch him hot water for a bath.

However, halfway through washing, there was a sudden sound from the window. Feng Ce looked over and immediately got out of the bathtub, but before he dried himself, the window opened under his gaze.

Then, a man in fluttering white clothes jumped in from the window. When the man came in, he raised his eyes and saw Feng Ce who was wearing pants, and immediately turned his head away.

Embarrassed and flustered, Feng Ce put on his clothes and pants, his mind was in a mess, he just wanted to curse people to relieve his anger, but he held back and asked him, "Didn't you leave?"

Wen Bie: "No."

Indeed no, Feng Ce saw it even without saying anything, he just wanted to ask why he didn't leave.

"I have something I want to give you." Wen Bie looked at him with enthusiasm.

"What has to be delivered to me through the window?"

Wen Bie: "It's medicine, I'm worried that it will hurt you again next time."

And next time? !

Feng Ce looked at him coldly: "No need."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ce began to dry his dripping hair with a dry towel. Seeing that, Wen Bie walked over to take the dry towel from his hand and wiped it for him.

He replied, "It's not medicine for the throat."

After drying his hair, Wen Bie asked to stay and sleep together, Feng Ce thought about rejecting him last night and the grievance he suffered this morning, so he didn't chase the guest away, ignored him, and lay down after blowing on the lamp.

Wen Bie held him in his arms, kissed his lips, and then bit his soft lips.

Wen Bie rubbed Feng Ce's soft spot with his fingertips, after a while, Feng Ce took his hand and said to him, "Sleep well."

However, Feng Ce slept for a long time during the day, and at this moment he couldn't sleep at all.

Because of wearing Chunyu, the wind is not hot, and the skirt is also open.

Wen Bie covered his right chest with his hands.

Fingers that were too cold pressed on the uplift, and soon, the cold touch turned into an extremely fragrant numbness.

Feng Ce let him go, but soon felt that it was not enough.Itchy, hot, unbearable.

Feng Ce was a little dizzy, and said, "Be heavier."

Wen Bie lowered his head and opened his mouth to suck, his sharp teeth came out lightly, Feng Ce felt better, gasped for breath, and wanted to push him away again.

Wen Bie touched Feng Ce's left chest with his hand again, Feng Ce immediately pushed it away, and then touched a little cold ointment on his hand.

Feng Ce reacted: "This is the medicine you want to give me."

Now that he was discovered, Wen Bie blatantly applied it on, rubbed it with tongs, and said to him: "If you want your wedding night to not suffer from this morning, you have to make preparations in advance."

Feng Ce: "???"

What is the reason for this?

Just as he was thinking, Wen Bie had sucked and gnawed the two places, which were red and swollen.Afterwards, Wen Bie's lips blocked his lips, and without any explanation, he tore off Feng Ce's tightly tied underpants.

The coldness slipped away secretly.

Feng Ce kicked him, Wen Biecai loosened his kiss on the mouth, and said in relief, "Don't move."

The fingers changed from one to two, Feng Ce obediently leaned against his arms, his cheeks were burning hot, and his head was buried in the socket of his neck.

The warmth inside melted the cold ointment, the wind was unbearable, the voice was extremely small, and he murmured: "Not enough."

"Indeed." Wen Bie put his legs on his own to achieve the effect of separation.

Afterwards, a piece of cold jade changed his finger and asked him, "Is it better?"

This jade is bigger than the two fingers combined, like a piece of cold jade, as cold as snow in midwinter.

The coldness of the cold jade suppressed him for the time being, and Feng Ce was relieved a little, then he turned his back to Wen Bie's cold cheek.

Wen Bie kissed his lips: "Let's use a thinner one for today, just get used to it slowly."

Feng Ce remained silent, and after a long time, he suddenly squeezed Wen Bie's hand tightly, interlocking his fingers, and asked him: "If one day I am regarded as a villain, and everyone in the world will turn me into ashes, will you save me?" I?"