[Douluo Dalu] The moonlight is sultry

"Failed again."

The man with dark hair was dressed in coarse gray clothes, with the word "Tang" embroidered on his arm. The sky was gloomy, making his expression dark and unclear.

"This is the 2219th time." He muttered, "Maybe after trying it 10,000 times, I will be able to successfully make the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus."

Yueyuan found that she couldn't move at this moment. No matter how simple the movement was, she couldn't do it. The body seemed to be sitting on a table, with some debris piled up in front of it, which looked like very complicated metal parts. There are also many finely drawn drawings, and the finished drawing vaguely looks like a blooming lotus.

She could only see things that were closer, and things that were further away were only hazy outlines.

The man in gray clothes sitting at the table suddenly picked up a copper kettle and poured it on her.

"Hey, young man, pay attention to your behavior!" Yueyuan was completely drenched. She struggled hard, and as she shook, she felt as if something had fallen from her body.

"Don't drop it again, or you'll be gone." The man didn't hear his call. He picked up the petals, put them to his lips with a sad expression, rubbed them gently, and then placed them on the soil at her feet.

An extremely provocative voice came from outside the door.

"Third Young Master, raising flowers is something that only women can do. You, a big man, are you going to be such a girl?"

The man in gray clothes was picked up by Master Tang Lan and brought back to the Tang Sect not long after he was born. He ranked third among the outer disciples, so the outer disciples called him San Shao. Of course, when it comes to the inner disciples, he becomes Tang San.

"That's right, Tang San. I don't think that flower of yours will survive. Who asked you to name her 'Wuxi'? Wuxi! It doesn't mean hope! Haha——" Someone inside came from a distance. The man in gray did not understand the disciples' ridicule.

His low voice surged like ice springs, and he said in her direction: "The wind is miserable at the end of the year, and the snow is passing through the sun. There is no sound in my ears, but my eyes are clean."

There was a hint of sadness in his voice, but Yueyuan didn't know why he was sad.

"They don't understand the meaning of the name."

A heart of ice, only left to the cold night wind.

In the stillness of the world, there is no sound when you listen carefully, and when you look outside, it is already bright and clear.

This was his state of being - he often lowered his head to study hidden weapons, and when he raised his head, it would be dawn. However, Tang San could only express this loneliness and desolation to a flower.

For ten years, only this pot of peonies accompanied him.

When he was nineteen years old, he brought this peony back from the roadside. In the first few years, Tang San saw it blooming constantly, and then he realized that it seemed different from other peonies. It was an ordinary plant with long life. Other than that, nothing special. But what made him very worried recently was that this peony showed signs of withering.

Hmm...how did I become a flower?

Yueyuan reflected on herself, but she still couldn't remember what happened. I can only vaguely remember that I was once the flower fairy in charge of flowers in the sky.

I don't know how long it took.

Yueyuan found that she could actually move!

She slowly extended her flower stem and stretched stiffly, but she felt top-heavy and turned 360 degrees and fell off the table.

The world was spinning, and when she opened her eyes again, there were new changes.

"Why did you come out suddenly? The elder of the bedroom is coming to check."

A warm and urgent voice came from above her head, and the full moon fell on someone. Looking up, she saw Tang San, the outer disciple of the Tang Sect who had just showered her all over.

Different from the state where he couldn't move and couldn't see clearly just now, Yue Yuan's hands were now picking up his gray clothes. She stared and saw the delicate and sexy collarbone vaguely exposed at the pulled down collar.

Looking up, he saw a handsome and delicate face in front of him, with clear features and angular features like a sculpture. The bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are slightly closed, and the two sword eyebrows are inserted diagonally into the temples, giving him an extraordinary heroic spirit. A pair of black eyes look forward to the power, and their eyes are as bright as stars.

What a handsome and dignified husband!

There was an anxious look on Xiao Langjun's eyebrows, and he said to Yueyuan: "Change back quickly."

"I can't change back." Yue Yuan stared with her big round eyes, as if she didn't know how much trouble this would cause him.

The outer sect of the Tang Sect never accepts female disciples, and it is even more taboo to bring female relatives into the Tang Sect without permission. If the dormitory elder found out that there was a beautiful girl hiding in his room, he would be expelled from the school!

Tang San's Xuantian Technique has been cultivated to the highest level, and he can clearly hear the approaching footsteps outside.

The wardrobe must be opened and checked, and his room is also extremely simple. Except for a few small secret compartments under the bed and against the wall, there is no place to hide people. In desperation, Tang San could only quickly hide Yue Yuan under the quilt and get into bed with himself.

The curtain was drawn, completely covering the two of them.

Her waist was very thin and he held her tightly.

Yuanyuan's back was pressed against Xiao Langjun's broad chest, and her advanced sensitivity allowed her to clearly feel the rapid heartbeat in his chest.

Yueyuan didn't feel offended. On the contrary, she just found it interesting and fun, and she also felt an inexplicable dependence on this person in her heart.

"Elder, you don't know. Third Young Master once raised a peony and liked it very much. But then the peony withered and he went crazy."

"Yes, he may be suffering from inner demons and fall ill now."

Although the two disciples were explaining, their tone was gloating.

When the elder was finally taken away, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, opened the stuffy quilt and let Yue Yuan breathe.

Yue Yuan turned to look at him and found that the two people's hair were tangled, just like their posture at the moment.

Tang Sanjun's face was red, the tip of his tall nose was almost touching her forehead, and his breathing was mixed, ambiguous and warm.

"What a pity, Mr. Young Master, the elder failed to catch the traitor!" Yue Yuan smiled playfully.

"What are you talking about?" Tang San gently stroked her cheek. The excitement and tension caused the hormones in his body to surge. Now he only felt that her budding look was particularly attractive, ready for him to pick.

He couldn't help but cupped her chin with his trembling hands and held his breath.

The half-open lips gradually enlarged in front of the full moon...

……

In the dark, Qiu Ming's face turned red as she watched the fragrant scene in the water mirror.

The Seven Colored Deer's greatest ability is to create dreams. This is his sixth soul skill, Reflecting the Illusion of the Heart.

People caught in dreams will be forcibly brought back to memories of the past. And all these past events actually happened. Although peeping is an immoral act, he just wanted to confirm one thing. Unexpectedly, he discovered other things...

Qiu Ming murmured: "Is it because you violated this heavenly rule that you were deprived of your immortal status and demoted to the lower world..."

How can a god who has cut off love and desire fall in love with a mortal?

I foolishly went to the underworld to find her, but accidentally fell into reincarnation, accidentally bumped into the same world as her.

This is fate.

It's a pity that her immortal body has not yet been formed, and her soul has not yet fully awakened. If you wake up, you should be able to remember it...

Qiu Ming felt agitated and wrapped her fingers around the ends of her hair again and again.

slam-la-

The water mirror was stirred up by waves of turbulent water by his soul power, and the picture was also broken.

"Send her back safely." He ordered the white deer beside him.

The white deer bowed slightly to their king and jumped away.