All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 42

Seeing that Feng Ning had taken off his outer robe, Qing Lang realized that Feng Ning was not joking.

His face immediately darkened, and his voice became hoarse: "Fengning! Stop! Stop!"

Feng Ning ignored him and went to take off his clothes instead.

While scolding him, Qing Lang struggled hard, and the four thousand-year black iron golden light chains were all rattled.

Feng Ning felt that he was noisy, so she cast a silence technique on him.

Qiang Lu was right, one double cultivation session was worth ten bowls of blood.

Feng Ning watched with her own eyes that Qinglang's magic horn shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fangs gradually retracted.

... If this progress is replaced by drinking blood, it will take at least several days to drink.

After all, he can give Qing Lang two bowls of blood at most a day.

Qing Lang couldn't scold him any more, he just panted a little hastily.

Qing Lang gritted his teeth, and there were blue veins on his forehead.

Feng Ning couldn't tell whether it was because he was angry or for some other reason.

Feng Ning couldn't help reaching out to touch the meridians on his forehead.

Then he leaned down again, and kissed Qing Lang's tightly wrinkled eyebrows in a posture that was somewhat difficult for him.

——He didn't dare to kiss Qing Lang's lips.

He was afraid that Qing Lang would bite him.

Qing Lang's teeth were still very sharp.

"bump!"

With a bang, the four iron chains on Qing Lang's hands and feet burst apart.

Feng Ning was shocked.

These four chains are all made of Wannian Xuantie, even if Feng Ning wants to cut them off, it still takes some effort... How could Qing Lang cut them off with only internal strength? !

and many more.

Feng Ning looked at Qing Lang nervously:

... His yang qi has only passed a small half, and the dual cultivation has not yet been completed. It is a critical moment, and Qinglang will definitely kick him out of bed without the suppression of the ten thousand year black iron golden light chain? !

Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning, his eyes were red with anger.

... it's over.

Feng Ning thought.

This time it is estimated that he will fail, it seems that he will have to try other iron chains next time.

But before Feng Ning finished counting how many iron chains he still had, Qing Lang suddenly turned over and pinned him firmly on the bed.

Although Qinglang has changed into a human form and looks almost the same as an ordinary person, his fingertips still have the roughness of a monster.

That hand touched Feng Ning's warm and fair neck, feeling the beating of the meridians under Feng Ning's skin, like a hard and cold weapon clamping his life gate.

Feng Ning thought he was going to strangle herself to death.

But those hands moved another position, raised his chin, and kissed him fiercely.

His movements were so brutal and ferocious, like a wild beast gnawing its prey.

The fangs pierced Feng Ning's lips, blood flowed down, and the sweet smell of blood began to spread.

Fengning's body trembled: "...it hurts."

So Qing Lang's movements gradually, gradually, slowed down.

When his consciousness was blurred, Feng Ning seemed to feel that Qing Lang buried his neck.

Something cold and wet fell on his skin.

In the haze, he heard Qing Lang say in a hoarse and sour voice:

"Fengning...why am I always so embarrassed in front of you."

...It turns out that Qing Lang also broke through the silence technique.

It seems that the skill has really improved a lot, not bad, not bad, gratifying to congratulate.

Fengning thought at the last moment when her consciousness disappeared.

Feng Ning woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Qing Lang looking at him.

Qing Lang's magic horns and fangs completely returned to normal.

There is no trace of a monster on his body.

His beautiful gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, reflecting inexplicable emotions, but as soon as they met Feng Ning, they moved away.

"Double cultivation is really useful."

Feng Ning murmured.

Then he happily reached out to touch Qing Lang's magic horn.

But it was pushed aside by Qing Lang.

Qing Lang sat up from the bed, lowered his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "You can go."

Feng Ning rolled her eyes and smiled: "Okay, but before I leave, I need to see how your recovery is going?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Qing Lang's wrist.

But before touching it, Qing Lang dodged away, not letting him touch it.

Feng Ning sighed, just felt that Feng Shui was turning.

Originally Qinglang wanted to cling to him every day, but now he won't even let him touch him.

Feng Ning looked at Qing Lang and blinked: "Qing Lang, don't do this, you make me look like a bad person who imprisons you, tortures you and hurts you."

Qing Lang glanced at him coldly, as if saying:

Don't you?

Feng Ning pointed at her swollen lips, the smile in her eyes did not disappear: "But, it is clear that I was hurt more seriously."

Qing Lang looked at his lips for a while, then turned her head in embarrassment.

Every strand of hair on the back of his head seemed to express his annoyance.

Feng Ning patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "I asked you to learn the meditation mantra a year ago, if you study hard, this kind of thing won't happen."

Qing Lang pursed his lips, and then swept his hands off his shoulders.

Feng Ning said: "Don't you want to leave here? Then you have to cooperate with me first, and let me see how your recovery is. If you recover well, you can leave now."

Qing Lang was silent for a while, and finally stretched out his hand.

Feng Ning checked it out, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's recovered well, and it will be safe for a few more days."

After stretching out his hand, Qing Lang was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "You also stretch out your wrist."

Feng Ning froze for a moment: "What do you want to do?"

Qing Lang raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "... how much spiritual power will be consumed by dual cultivation?"

Feng Ning: "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Qing Lang: "You don't look very good."

And he also suddenly remembered that he had heard the conversation between Fengning and Qianglu that day.

Although at first he was fuzzy and couldn't hear clearly, but later he clearly heard what Feng Ning said.

"This life, even if it is paid to him."

Feng Ning touched her "uncomfortable" face, and said with a smile: "I am tens of thousands of years old now, and you are only in your 20s. Even if I send you Yang Qi, how much can I send you? To me, it's just It’s just a drop in the bucket, it’s not a problem at all.”

Qinglang: "The thing that consumes the most yang energy in this world is the way to replenish it."

Feng Ning looked calm: "I am different from others."

Qing Lang raised his eyes and looked at him: "You stretch out your wrist and let me explore it."

Feng Ning didn't evade any further excuses, and stretched out her wrist.

But Qing Lang had no experience in detecting people's spiritual power, he only measured it a little, and he measured the spiritual power deeper than the sea and wider than the sky, and he couldn't see any loss.

Not to mention that Fengning's other hand was not visible, secretly doing tricks.

Feng Ning almost couldn't hold on anymore, he looked at Qing Lang, smiled with crooked eyebrows and said: "What? You care about me?"

Sure enough, as soon as Qing Lang heard this, he let go of Feng Ning's hand.

"Don't think too much, I just don't want to owe you anything in return."

He paused, looked up at Feng Ning, and said: "My bones are born with problems, and sooner or later I will make mistakes, so you don't owe me anything, and you don't have to always think about paying me your life."

Feng Ning raised her eyebrows: "I know, how can I be so stupid."

Qinglang said again: "Next, I will cooperate with you and take the medicine seriously. After two days, when I am cured, you will let me go out. From then on, you can no longer surround me in the name of healing my body. Ban it."

Feng Ning nodded: "No problem, I'm not really a pervert."

Qinglang: "My skill has grown a lot now. When I improve to a certain level, I will tear up the wedding book and get thundered by the Heavenly Marriage Stone. From then on, we will return to the bridge and return to the road. We will not owe each other, each Irrelevant."

Feng Ning lowered her eyes and said softly: "Okay."

"The one in your family is finally willing to drink your blood, hasn't he stopped drinking your blood for the past three days?" Qianglu asked.

Feng Ning said with a smile: "Used some extraordinary means."

Qianglu didn't want to delve into the extraordinary means between the married couple, she stopped pounding the medicine and changed the topic.

"How is his recovery?"

Feng Ning casually took a spiritual fruit and threw it into his mouth: "It's good, without the suppression of the spirit-eating net, it can be called a great increase in skill, and it actually broke through my silence technique."

Qianglu was also startled: "Really?! Could it be because you are too weak now?"

"No, no, no." Feng Ning waved his hands, his eyebrows were shining brightly, and he was very happy, as if he was the one who had greatly increased mana, "Remember the Wannian black iron supreme golden light chain, you can chop that thing with a sword Even though it was very strenuous, Qinglang's hands and feet were bound by the iron chain, and he broke it with his own internal force!"

Qianglu's expression became a little strange: "...you locked him in a secret room, not only gave him a silence spell, but also bound his limbs with the golden light chain of ten thousand years black iron?"

Feng Ning: "...that's not the point. The point is that Qinglang's kung fu has improved a lot. This is something worth celebrating."

Qianglu silently took a step back: "You are so scary."

Feng Ning: "..."

"Just to be serious." Qianglu's expression turned serious, "If it's true as you said, Qinglang can break even the golden light chain of the ten thousand year black iron, I'm afraid it's the 49 heavenly thunders of the heavenly marriage stone, and at this moment Can you take it?"

Fengning was stunned.

He lowered his eyes slowly, and tapped his index finger on the table a few times unconsciously.

"I don't think so."

Feng Ning looked up at Qiang Lu, smiling very gently.

"This matter is risky, and it has to be done more safely."

Then he thought about it carefully and said a more conservative figure.

"At least 500 years."