I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Chapter 267: Transmigrated into the Protagonist's White Moonlight 17

"Brother, don't... don't... Brother~"

"No? I see you want it badly."

"Ah um..."

Rong Jin covered his ears and ran away: "Qiqi, the demon world is so free and unrestrained."

Although there is no one here, it is near the main street. Aren't they afraid of being seen?

Rong Jin didn't look at the road, he just wanted to run away from this place that polluted his pure soul.

"hiss."

Rong Jin bumped into someone. He took a step back, looked up, and saw that it was an acquaintance.

"Junior brother?"

Rong Jin calmed down and said, "Fourth Senior Brother."

Lin Yan saw the Immortal Locking Bell on Rong Jin's wrist at a glance. He held Rong Jin's left hand and asked, "Junior Brother, why are you in the Demon Realm? Where did you get this Immortal Locking Bell?"

"Brother, Guan Chen, the elder of the Medicine Cultivation Department of Amaterasu-in, is the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. He brought me to the Demon Realm, and he was the one who put this Immortal Locking Bell on my hand."

No one knows the identity of the new Demon Lord in the demon world better than Lin Yan, the younger brother of the previous Demon Lord.

His brother died at the hands of Guan Chen, an irreconcilable feud.

"Rongrong, let me..."

Lin Yan stopped talking halfway, and changed his tone and said, "Rongrong, I need some time to unlock the fairy lock bell, can you stay at my place first?"

Rong Jin: “Okay.”

He followed Lin Yan to a remote courtyard.

Lin Yan settled him down and said gently, "Junior brother, I have to go out for something. Please wait for me to come back."

After getting Rong Jin's response, Lin Yan walked out of the yard alone and set up a formation.

If he untied the Immortal Locking Bell on Rong Jin's wrist, Rong Jin would definitely return to the world of cultivation and go to Amaterasu-in or Zhuifeng Tower to continue his cultivation.

But because of the restraint of the Immortal Locking Bell, Rong Jin was unable to practice and had no cultivation, so he could only stay by his side obediently.

Rong Jin was unaware of Lin Yan's little thoughts and thought that Lin Yan really couldn't unlock the Immortal Locking Bell.

Lin Yan is a demon. Their cultivation methods are different from those of cultivators, and their level divisions are also different from those of cultivators.

Rong Jin is not clear about Lin Yan’s current cultivation level. Maybe he has not yet broken through the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Thousands of years ago, there were no thunder tribulations when cultivators broke through. Thunder tribulations were only encountered when they broke through to the Spirit Transformation Stage or above.

Most of the monks and demons unfortunately died in the thunder tribulation.

Even though one does not have to face thunder tribulations when breaking through from the Nascent Soul stage to the Spirit Transformation stage, it is still very difficult to cross this realm.

Although Rong Jin's cultivation speed was extremely astonishing, he also deeply felt that the difficulty of breaking through the Spirit Transformation Stage was completely different from before. It would probably be even more difficult to move up to the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Forget it. It’s useless to think more now since he can’t practice.

Rong Jin lay flat.

At night, Lin Yan came back, walked lightly to Rong Jin's room, and looked at Rong Jin who was sleeping soundly.

Monks do not need sleep, but Rong Jin has no cultivation now, so he needs to sleep at night to replenish his energy.

Lin Yan quietly lay beside him and held him in his arms.

"Rongrong, good night."

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"Rong'er, are you awake?"

Rong Jin nodded.

Fu Shengwei put the wedding dress on the bed and said ambiguously: "I let you go last night, don't expect me to let you go easily tonight..."

Rong Jin couldn't help but interrupt: "Husband, don't say such things."

Fu Shengwei said mischievously, "What did you say?"

His hand touched Rong Jin's waist, and he gently rubbed the place that was not covered by clothes with his fingertips: "How can I know if Rong'er doesn't explain clearly?"

Rong Jin was hesitant and couldn't say anything.

Fu Sheng chuckled softly, stopped teasing him, and changed him into wedding clothes himself.

"Rong'er, you are so beautiful."

May 17th, the wedding day.

Rong Jin was held hand by Fu Shengwei and walked outside.

A lot of people came to Jingbei Mountain, and they all blessed Rong Jin and Fu Shengwei with smiles on their faces.

Rong Jin looked at their happy faces, but found the scene very strange.

Why are they laughing?

Lin Yan stepped forward and handed the gift to Rong Jin personally: "Junior brother, I wish you and the host a long and happy life together."

Wu Ling also said: "Rongrong, congratulations."

"Rong Jin, congratulations on getting what you wished for."

"..."

Rong Jin's ears were filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds. Rong Jin held his head, his body unsteady.

Fu Shengwei supported him in time, wrapped his warm palm around Rong Jin's hand, and dispelled the chaotic noise.

"Rong'er, I love you."

They walked into the room amid everyone's blessings.

On the wedding night, the lust in Fu Shengwei's eyes made Rong Jin's heart tremble.

"Husband..."

Fu Shengwei said, "Yes, Rong'er, I'm here."

Rong Jin shrank his neck and said, "Husband, I'm tired and want to sleep."

Fu Shengwei pressed him down and said, "Rong'er, can you let me sleep for the last time?"

Rong Jin couldn't say the word "good" no matter what.

It’s so weird. He and Fu Shengwei have done this many times, so why would he feel a little uneasy about this kind of thing?

Fu Shengwei seemed to see through his thoughts. He touched his sensitive skin with both hands and said, "Rong'er, relax. I won't make you feel uncomfortable."

"Husband... um..."

Fu Shengwei pressed the back of his head and slowly deepened the kiss.

Rong Jin's breathing became faster due to his kiss, and his head felt a little dizzy. He couldn't help but reach out to push him away.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Fu Shengwei grabbed it and pressed it on his head.

"Rong'er, I want you."

When he was about to take the last step, Rong Jin suddenly woke up.

The memories in the dream gradually became blurred. Rong Jin came to his senses and saw Lin Yan sleeping beside him.

Lin Yan's arm was on his waist and his lips were very close to him.

Rong Jin moved inside, trying to stay away from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan moved his hand on his waist, pulled him back and hugged him tighter.

Rong Jin was too lazy to struggle anymore. He looked out the dark window and fell asleep again.

"Rong'er."

This time Rong Jin brought his memories with him.

Fu Shengwei came in with a bowl of porridge and sat on the bed: "You must be starving, eat something."

Rong Jin felt the soreness in his waist and stared at Fu Shengwei, maintaining his cool personality.

Even in a dream, he couldn't let his guard down.

Fu Shengwei pinched the soft flesh on his face and said gently, "Is Rong'er angry?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I tired Rong'er last night."

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it next to Rong Jin's mouth: "Rong'er, drink some porridge, don't joke with your body."

But don’t monks need to eat?

Rong Jin looked at Fu Shengwei suspiciously for a long time, then drank the porridge.

Fu Shengwei scooped another spoonful, "Rong'er, I have a sex book, let's take a look at it later. Which position do you like, we can try it tonight."

Rong Jin's face turned red uncontrollably, and he said coldly, "No need."

"Why not?" Fu Shengwei put down the bowl, picked him up, and let him lie in his arms, "I want Rong'er to be comfortable."

Rong Jin curled his fingers and said calmly, "No."

Fu Shengwei sighed: "Okay, Rong'er, finish your porridge first."

Rong Jin picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath.

Fu Shengwei put him down, and when Rong Jin stumbled, he picked him up again: "Rong'er, are you sure you don't want to take a look?"

"determine."

Rong Jin rubbed his waist secretly.

He wondered what happened last night that could have left him unable to get out of bed and even walk?