All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 40

Feng Ning: "..."

Qianglu quietly clung to the base of the wall, ready to escape out the door.

But Feng Ning grabbed the collar.

Feng Ning looked eagerly, and said to her in a secret voice: "Do you have medicine that can make people lose their memory?"

Qianglu shook her head awkwardly and embarrassingly, with a self-seeking expression on her face.

Feng Ning was silent.

He slowly let go of Qianglu's hand, with a sad expression on his face.

You run away, the misery and wind and rain here, I bear it alone.

Before he had time to feel sad for autumn, Qianglu disappeared in a flash.

And his collar was also grabbed by another person.

Without the suppression of the Soul Devouring Net, Qing Lang suddenly became a little different.

Feng Ning even felt that he had grown a little bit taller.

And Feng Ning is weak now, and he can't get away from him.

"Let go of me, have something to say."

Feng Ning patted Qing Lang's hand weakly.

His well-behaved and obedient little disciple, who was his favorite, did not let him go at this moment.

The man even lowered his head, and pulled Feng Ning closer, so close that Feng Ning could see the veins on his forehead and the bloodshot eyes, so close that his demon horns almost pierced Feng Ning's eyes.

It's not that Feng Ning hasn't touched those two horns before, they were warm when they were touched in the past, but now they are as cold as a blade, carrying the chill and hostility that can pierce everything.

Qing Lang opened his mouth and paused word by word, his voice seemed to come from his chest, and it became hoarse and gloomy:

"……You lied to me."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, how do you want to take revenge on me?" Feng Ning raised her head and looked at him seriously.

Qing Lang was taken aback, and the strength in his hand suddenly relaxed.

Feng Ning broke free from his grasp, and touched the neckline with trembling fingers.

But when he raised his head again, his grand and bewildered appearance at the beginning had disappeared without a trace, and he turned into that lofty, eternally calm and calm Master Fengning again.

He looked at Qinglang and said, "I've thought for a long time that you would find out all this, but I never thought that this day would come so soon."

He lowered his head and looked around, then sat down on a chair and said, "It's a bit long, please sit down and listen to me seriously."

Qing Lang still didn't listen to his words and sat down, he just stood there and looked at him, stiff and cold like a sculpture.

Feng Ning sighed, and began to tell the whole story of this matter.

He said that when he met Qing Lang for the first time, because of flying a kite, he unintentionally broke the restriction for him and turned him into a monster.

He said that he met Qing Lang again, treated him as an ordinary monster on the Mount of Death, and chopped off his bones.

He said that after he knew all this a year ago, in order to pay off the debt, he used the method of double cultivation to get rid of his yang energy.

After saying all this, he still didn't forget to take care of Qing Lang's mood and told him that his body would be fine, he was not a natural monster, but he didn't know what went wrong.

Feng Ning told Qing Lang that the spirit devouring net in his body had already fallen off, and his disorganized muscles and bones were also difficult to regenerate due to the abundant Yang Qi of the upper god.

From then on, he has nothing to do with any monsters, and is just an ordinary demon youth with a bright future.

The telling process plus the apology process took half an hour.

During this time, Feng Ning looked into Qing Lang's eyes seriously, without moving away for a moment.

His eyes were sincere and his apology was sincere.

Unexpectedly, the same year ago, after that snow-capped mountain, he told Qinglang that the so-called heartbeat was just the appearance of the wind and cold, it was the same.

Just as sincere.

Just as sincere.

Just as ruthless.

Looking at him, Qing Lang felt that the anger that surged in his heart when he first learned the truth subsided little by little, leaving only a bone-chilling chill.

He closed his eyes, unable to even accuse him.

He said:

"...Besides that, you lied to me about one more thing."

Feng Ning frowned, lowered her head and stretched out her hands to count.

No, his "crime" has been confessed.

Qing Lang's voice was hoarse and outrageous:

"Two days ago, you lied to me that you liked me."

Feng Ning blinked and corrected: "No, what I said is that I seem to like you a little bit."

He paused, and continued: "Since what I said is likely, not sure, it means that I may not..."

Seeing Qinglang's face getting more and more dispirited, Feng Ning's voice became smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing.

"……sorry."

He still replaced the remaining words with an apology.

Feng Ning was actually really guilty and guilty in her heart.

He looked at Qing Lang's eyes that were gradually becoming dim and gray, and he looked at the self-deprecating smile on Qing Lang's lips.

He looked at the handsome young man with dazzling eyebrows and flying wantonly... his body lost all light in an instant.

Feng Ning's mood also became gloomy and depressed.

An unknown emotion spread from the heart, sour and somewhat bitter.

It's like pouring the most bitter medicine and eating the most sour fruit.

……

Feng Ning thought, if only he could cry.

If he could cry, apologizing to Qing Lang with snot and tears, it would be better than this dry sorry.

It also looks more sincere.

He can't cry, but what can represent tears and express his most sincere apology?

Suddenly, he thought of something, and his eyes lit up a little.

He took a step forward, leaned over, raised his head, and gently kissed Qing Lang's mouth.

Qing Lang liked that he took the initiative to kiss.

Whenever he takes the initiative to kiss Qing Lang, Qing Lang is always very happy.

He put his arms around Qing Lang's neck, carefully and flatteringly, gently kissed his lips.

But the moment he kissed Qing Lang, he was pushed away.

Qing Lang pushed him away with moderate strength.

There is no excessive anger, but it cannot be called gentleness.

He just pushed Fengning away with a look of boredom, with disgust in his eyes.

Then he turned and left.

He didn't look at Fengning again.

Feng Ning watched his back disappear bit by bit, only felt that sour fruit sank deeper into the bottom of her heart, arousing her internal organs sourly.

He lowered his head and lightly stepped on the upside-down sound transmission talisman on the ground.

As if complaining about it.

Qing Lang disappeared for three days.

I can't find it anywhere.

Fengning was a little anxious.

Qing Lang has just broken free from the shackles of the Spirit Devouring Net, and those originally disorganized muscles and bones will definitely start to move around.

Feng Ning originally said that those muscles and bones would be suppressed by the Shangshen Yang Qi in his body, but the premise of this sentence was that he would continue to continuously deliver Yang Qi to Qinglang.

Even if it is not necessary to transport Yang Qi to Qinglang all the time, at least there must be a gradual process of gradually removing the Yang Qi transmission.

Instead of directly cutting off the supply as it is now.

At least, in his original plan, within three days after the Spirit Devouring Net fell off, Yang Qi must be delivered once.

Only in this way can we be more secure.

But now it is the third day.

Feng Ning searched all over Guining Mountain and Fuming Mountain, took advantage of the trend and turned upside down in the Demon Realm, but did not find any trace of Qinglang.

When she came back from the Demon Realm for the last time, Feng Ning was exhausted all over her body.

He walked into the classroom a little tired, wanting to arrange the next self-study tasks for his disciples, and then concentrate on continuing to search for Qinglang.

But as soon as he walked to the door, before he had time to push the door open, he faintly heard Qing Lang's name, and Feng Ning immediately stopped in his footsteps.

Will anyone among his disciples know about Qing Lang's whereabouts?

...Maybe there will be someone who has a close relationship with Qing Lang.

Feng Ning stopped at the door, quietly listening to the people inside continuing to speak.

"Where did Qinglang go? I haven't seen anyone for several days, right?"

"Could it be that I went out to find some rare treasures as an anniversary gift?"

"Speaking of which, what are you going to give for the first anniversary of the wedding between Master and Junior Brother 56?"

"I don't know. The previous senior brother said that they are going to jointly give away 99 spirit fruit."

"How about a performance? I'm a little tight recently."

"..."

"Your brains are short-circuited?! Master and Junior Brother 56 are secretly married!"

"..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, the main reason is that the whole family knows that they are secretly married."

Feng Ning: "..."

It's been a year, and he thought they were seamless, but in fact, everyone knows it.

Fengning pushed open the door and walked in.

The noisy space suddenly became quiet.

There was a little embarrassment and embarrassment on everyone's face.

It seems that the person who was revealed to be a hidden marriage is the same as them.

Feng Ning's eyes swept over each face, her voice was calm, but a little confused: "How do you know?"

Even if they found out that his relationship with Qinglang was abnormal, few people would have thought that they were married, right?

Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly a person raised his hand and stammered, "...Master...Master! Qing Lang told me this personally!"

"Me...Me too, I just accidentally saw you holding hands... Then Qinglang blocked me, insisting on showing me your marriage book!"

"I just heard the rumors... I looked at you a few more times in class, but Qing Lang took the initiative to admit your relationship to me after class... I obviously didn't ask anything..."

Feng Ning: "..."

A child's mind.

Feng Ning lowered her eyes, pulled the corners of her lips, and smiled lightly.

But when he thought of Qing Lang's cold face after pushing him away that day, his smile froze suddenly, and then slowly faded away.

"Master, is it true? Qing Lang is not directing, acting, fabricating and arranging, right?" A disciple asked cautiously.

Feng Ning: "It's true."

There was a sudden silence in the house.

Feng Ning raised his head, looked at his disciples, and said: "It's just that Qing Lang ran away from home in the past two days. If anyone of you has news about him, remember to contact me in time."

Feng Ning paused and explained: "He is a little angry with me, so if you see him, you don't have to persuade him to come back, just tell me the location."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, all shocked.

runaway?

mad at you?

What kind of playbook is this about a beautiful wife running away? !

Feng Ning continued to search for several days, but there was still no news of Qing Lang.

He became more and more irritable.

He was already physically weak, and he hadn't rested for seven days and seven nights, even if he was a god, he couldn't bear it.

"Take this medicine first, and then go look for it." Qianglu forcefully pushed Fengning to his place, and gave him a bowl of medicine.

Feng Ning drank the medicine in one gulp, then took out the Zi Yuan Ring, and talked to Qing Lang.

"Qing Lang, where are you?"

"Qinglang, don't continue to be angry with me, okay? Your current physical condition is very dangerous..."

"I know I did something wrong, you can tell me to do anything, but don't ignore me, okay?"

"Qinglang..."

There was nothing there, just like the previous few days.

Feng Ning lowered her head.

Just when he was a little frustrated and wanted to take back the purple kite ring, he heard a strange roar in it.

Feng Ning's pupils suddenly enlarged.

It's... a stinger!

Suddenly, a place that he had missed suddenly popped into Fengning's mind.

——The Killing Mountain.

The place where Qing Lang stayed when he turned into a monster during the three years from the age of five to eight.

A premonition of uneasiness raged in the bottom of my heart.

Feng Ning hurried over in a panic.

The barrier on the Death-killing Mountain still exists, but a hole was knocked open by someone on the westernmost side.

Feng Ning walked through the hole, and soon found a trace of demon blood.

The bloodstains of that demon clansman contained evil spirits, the spirit of co-existence between heaven and earth, and also a little of Fengning's yang energy from the God of God.

...It's Qinglang.

Feng Ning's footsteps became more and more hasty.

He followed the blood trail, crossed the stream, cut off the vines, drove away the poisonous snakes and evil insects, walked into the depths of the killing mountain, kicked away the guarded animal at the entrance of the cave, In the depths of the cave, the stinging monster baring its teeth and screaming, he walked into the dark cave.

Then, he saw a creature that curled itself into a ball, hugged its knees with its paws, and was trembling slightly...

……little monster.