[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Chapter 172: Becoming a Demonic Spy Obsessed with Gaoling Flower Tianzun (7)

Qi Heng: "???"

Half of his body was pulled up by Feng Qijun's great force, and Qi Heng was completely stunned when he saw the man's red vertical pupils that were so angry that they looked like demons.

Who can't live without a man? Me?

I don't seem to have done anything?

Turning around, he met Immortal Su Ke who was watching the fun at the door of the bamboo building. He lowered his eyes to see that the other party's immortal robe had not been tidied up yet, and his own... servant clothes which were also messy and full of wrinkles during his struggle.

A faint realization flashed through his chaotic brain.

Qi Heng hurried to explain, he was afraid that Feng Qijun's disgust towards the original owner would deepen and forgiveness would become increasingly distant.

If Feng Qijun does not forgive him, the huge machete named Demon God Wangyu will always hang on Qi Heng's neck, with the risk of falling and cutting Qi Heng in two at any time.

He was afraid that one day Wang Yu would peek at Feng Qijun through him and find out that this master disliked him, and would directly follow Feng Qijun's wishes and kill him to demand a reward.

If the mission failed like this, Qi Heng would be depressed to death.

The drunken brain is aware, but not much.

Qi Heng was in a hurry, and without thinking, he grabbed Feng Qijun's hand that was holding his collar. His eyes were red, his expression was terrified, and his lips were trembling with nervousness.

"I didn't, I didn't have any intentions to attack Immortal Su Ke, I wouldn't dare, I really wouldn't dare...

I, a mere servant, cannot possibly get involved with the Immortal Su Ke. I know all this...

Fengxianren, you misunderstood. The alcohol content of the Immortal Master's wine is too high, and I... my body cannot bear being drunk. The Immortal Master was kind enough to allow me to go into the bamboo house and lie down.

Fengxian, please understand!"

Only when he got closer could Feng Qijun clearly see Qi Heng's condition.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy, and there was a faint smell of alcohol coming out of her slightly parted lips.

The taste is a bit like rice wine, but obviously stronger.

The Immortal Su Ke really loves wine. In any famous wine-making place in the heavens, you can see the footprints of the Immortal Su Ke.

There are even rumors among the immortals: Want to see the Immortal Su Ke? Sure, as long as you can produce the rare immortal wine from heaven, the Immortal will come to see you.

But... there are still some things that don't make sense, like Su Ke's messy fairy robe.

And the thing that is most incredible to Feng Qijun.

Su Ke never let outsiders enter his private bamboo house, but now, Qi Heng, who had only met him a few times, actually lay down in the bamboo house just because he was drunk.

Realizing that the problem was not with Qi Heng but with Immortal Su Ke, Feng Qijun's brows twitched, and his rationality, which had been ignited by anger, returned.

"..." He loosened his grip on Qi Heng's collar, took a step back to distance himself, and Feng Qijun's expression returned to his usual coldness.

"Su Ke Xian Zun is Master's distinguished guest. I was too impulsive just now and misunderstood you."

For some unknown reason, Feng Qijun explained something to the servant.

“It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Look at you, Xiaoqi-kun, you are so worried about my innocence that I feel a little embarrassed. "

Su Ke patted Feng Qijun on the shoulder.

After saying that, she walked around him and sat next to Qi Heng, and naturally put her arms around the man.

"How could Xiao Heng have bad intentions?

Xiaoqijun, don’t you think about it? I am the Immortal Lord, and Xiaoheng is only at the Immortal Realm. If he really covets me, what can he do to me?

Don't wrongly accuse the good baby, Xiaoheng looks so aggrieved, his eyes are red~

Don't cry, what are you afraid of? Xiaoqi-kun is just angry, can he kill you? "

After saying this, Su Ke realized that Qi Heng seemed to be a servant under Feng Qijun.

As long as the reason is legitimate, there are many disciples who beat and kill servants.

Thinking of this, Su Ke tightened her grip around Qi Heng's shoulders and smiled slightly.

"Xiaoqi-kun, Qi Heng, this errand boy, is quite what I like.

How about...giving him to me?

I'll take down the immortal weapon in exchange."

It's just a menial task, it's more than enough to be exchanged for an ordinary spiritual weapon, not to mention a low-grade immortal weapon.

Feng Qijun made a fortune, okay?

Su Ke admired Qi Heng's drunken state and was determined to win him over.

After living for so long, this is the first time in my life that I have felt an impulse towards something other than a treasure or a fairy plant.

It’s so strange…Su Kexiang.

How can I not keep such a thing by my side?

She did not shy away from Feng Qijun and lifted up Qi Heng's waist-length black hair, wrapping it around her fingertips and playing with it.

As long as the skin is not touched, the drunk man will not struggle.

Lying there quietly, like a tamed doll being manipulated by others...

Feng Qijun clenched his hands under his long sleeves suddenly, and the Immortal Lord's movement was obvious without any concealment.

Now he was completely sure that it was not Qi Heng who coveted the Immortal Venerable, but it was the Immortal Venerable Su Ke who fell in love with Qi Heng.

Fairy wine, bamboo house, and sharing a bed, it’s all a trick!

As for the lower-grade immortal artifacts, Feng Qijun, as the only divine beast phoenix in the demon world, never lacks those material things.

How could Qi Heng be taken away by Su Kexianzun? He had agreed to stay by my side and make amends until I forgave him...

"Immortal Venerable, Qi Heng, I am very satisfied."

The air fell silent.

Su Ke kept smiling, but leaned to the side to block Feng Qijun's sight of Qi Heng.

"Is that so... A mere servant is unwilling to give it to me. I have done my best by exchanging the immortal weapon for it. Why don't you think about it again, Mr. Xiaoqi?"

An overwhelming pressure enveloped Feng Qijun's body, almost causing him to fall to his knees!

"Qi Heng is my favorite errand disciple. Please forgive me, Immortal Venerable. I will not change."

Rumble—

The entire Cangkong Peak trembled for a moment, and rocks rolled down and fell all over the ground.

Even Qi Heng, who was deliberately bypassed by the pressure, felt the danger. He wanted to stay away from the source of danger, Immortal Su Ke.

Pulling the hand that was pressing on his shoulder

"release…"

The pressure subsided instantly, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Seeing Qi Heng become obedient again, Su Ke smiled softly, and her chest felt like it was wrapped by something, and she felt sweet.

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and Feng Qijun lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Even if the Immortal Lord only used pressure without any killing intent, it made Feng Qijun, who was still a celestial immortal, feel despair!

[Qi'er, enter the main hall.]

The familiar cold voice and just five words made Feng Qijun feel like he had someone to rely on. He straightened his back and looked towards Su Ke without any fear in his eyes.

“Immortal Su Ke, my master has come out of retreat and asked me to come over.

I like Qi Heng very much, and I hope the Immortal Venerable will not take him away from the sect without permission."

Su Ke also received the telepathic message from Tan Tai Yun Zheng. She hummed softly and finally let go of Qi Heng reluctantly.

Before leaving, he paused, returned to the bed, helped Qi Heng adjust his sleeping position, and covered him with a thin quilt.

While cursing his own kindness, he quietly turned on the constant temperature and sound insulation functions of the bamboo house so that the drunk person on the bed could sleep more soundly.

He closed the bamboo door carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

【It’s OK. 】

Su Ke smiled with a fake smile [Tan Tai, the retreat is over? Isn't it the end of the month? ]

【Thanks to your pressure. 】

[Oh, I'm so sorry, Tan Tai. Your little disciple was reluctant to give me even a chore. I'm a little angry.

Don't worry, it's just a little bit of pressure to scare him. 】

【...】

The main gate of Cangqiong Peak slowly opened, and Su Ke straightened her clothes and stepped in.

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The air was silent...except for the chirping of birds in the woods.

The little fat bird that Su Ke threw back to Qi Heng moved its butt and looked around with its small eyes as if it heard something.

But there was nothing. The little fat bird was confused. It fluttered to Qi Heng, flapped its wings, closed its eyes and wanted to continue sleeping.

[Ding-The world is automatically transferring, and the transfer is successful. 】

Doudou's eyes opened wide and he said "Jijijiji!!!" It wasn't an auditory hallucination! There was really a sound!

Because of the little guy's abnormality, the system froze for a moment, and Qi Heng's consciousness was quickly logged off.