The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain.

Tianji Pavilion.

Large pieces of jade-like snowflakes fell all over the mountain.

The Banshan Taoist Temple is different from the Immortal Cultivation Sect, simply because the people in the Taoist Temple cultivate Taoism, not immortality.

Even so, no one dares to underestimate the Taoist Temple in the middle of the mountain.

First, he had Fu Ce, a genius in swordsmanship and Taoism. Second, he had many disciples and was quite promising.

Moreover, Taoist cultivators are good at the four methods of cultivating immortals, such as spells, formations, Bagua, and alchemy, so ordinary immortal cultivators are not willing to offend Taoist cultivators.

"Senior brother has been kneeling outside for five days... not even a drop of water has entered."

"In the past, Master regarded Senior Brother Fuce as a treasure, but how could he be so cruel that he didn't care about Senior Brother?"

The little disciple in Taoist robes quietly "shushed", "It's not that master wants to punish senior brother, it's that senior brother wants to open his secret eyes. Master doesn't agree, so senior brother is kneeling down until now..."

Another disciple's eyes widened: "But once the Taoist cultivator opens the secret eye, when the heaven notices that it is being spied on, it will kill the person who is spying on the secret... Why is Senior Brother Fuce suddenly unable to think about it..."

The two looked at each other and kept their mouths shut.

The thin man in white was pale, but it still couldn't hide his handsome appearance.

"Fu Ce, come in."

An old voice came from the sound-transmitting jade.

Fu Ce's dark and unpredictable pupils moved slightly, and after a few seconds, his cold and stiff fingertips curled up slightly.

He stood up and silently stepped forward to push open the old wooden door with its patent leather peeling off.

An old man with gray hair and an immortal spirit had his hands behind his back.

It seems as if he will become an immortal in the next moment.

Fuce bowed his head respectfully.

"Why do you suddenly think of opening the Secret Eye?" The old man sighed.

"The disciple wants to pry into a person's fate."

Fu Ce vaguely realized that there would be a more serious disaster after Pan Shu's death.

The little girl couldn't bear it.

She has obviously suffered so much.

God treated her unfairly——

He wanted to seek justice from heaven for her.

"For immortal cultivators, the most serious thing is falling into the devil, but for Taoist cultivators, the secret eye is far more terrifying than falling into the devil. Do you know why?"

Fu Ce paused and said, "Those who spy on the secrets of heaven, once discovered by heaven, will have their souls and souls strangled, and their body and soul will disappear."

The way of heaven is so sharp.

The old man nodded, "Let's not talk about the pain of opening the Heavenly Secret Eyes. Just being targeted by Heavenly Dao means that you will never recover. I have placed high hopes on you since you were a child. In the journey of cultivating Taoism, you will only have a ruthless heart. Love can go a long way... If that demon fox disturbs your Taoist heart, I will have no choice but to go out and eliminate the evil for all the people."

A trace of murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Master."

Fuce's tone became cold: "You can't touch her."

The old man snorted coldly: "I can leave that demon fox alone, but you are not allowed to be with her."

"..."

Fu Ce was silent.

The old man said in a harsh tone, "You swear."

Fu Ce felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold. He said with difficulty: "Tianjiyan, I want to know her fate."

Zangshan stared at him: "You must not open the secret eye!"

Seeing his stubbornness, Zang Shan seemed to have aged more than ten years for a moment. He bent his back and pushed open the secret door behind him, "You come with me."

Fu Ce pursed his lips and walked in.

The darkroom is simple, with a few luminous beads placed around it for illumination.

Fu Ce looked up and down, and there were nine extremely vicious ancient formations here.

Zangshan carefully opened a jade box, and inside lay a water mirror, "This mirror is for psychics and can predict the future... Take your heart's blood and drop it into the mirror, and you will see everything you want to see." , but can only be used once."

The spirit of the future.

How terrible.

Fu Ce did not hesitate, and the ice sword formed in his palm slowly stabbed into his heart.

The golden blood dripped slowly on the mirror.

The water mirror shines brightly.

At the same time, Pan Shu covered her stuffy heart and frowned, "Qiqi, what's going on?"

"Host, Fuce is spying on your fate."

Pan Shu took a sip of tea slowly, and the bitter and fragrant taste spread in her mouth, "Is it mine or this body's?"

"The fate of the host in this plane."

The phrase "system" is quite interesting.

In other words, the fate that Fuce saw was neither the original person nor Pan Shu's own.

But in this world.

Banshu's fate.

"Let him go." Pan Shu curled her lips and chuckled with unknown meaning.

……

Cold snowy night, under the moonlight.

The temperature in the room gradually climbed.

It's so hot that it makes the desert in one's heart barren of grass.

The man with a cold and beautiful face was completely naked, and his long and delicate jade-white hands kept wandering over the body of the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him.

Sinking into the deep sea of ​​lust.

Like a monk possessed by a demon.

Those two jade waves were really annoying, so the man simply grabbed them roughly.

The woman hummed coquettishly.

"Womanly……"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with some sexy watery sounds for no reason.

Fu Ce closed his eyes, thus missing Pan Shu's slow glance at him, half-smiling but not smiling.

The sky is bright.

This ridiculous affair is finally over.

It is impossible to know who is confused and moved.

Fuce opened his cold eyes and found that he was already sweating profusely and his eyes were red.

Breathing heavily.

The water mirror fell from his hand to the ground with a "swish" sound.

This prophetic treasure that the world had been so eager to retire to was gloriously retired after a live erotica.

Except being forced to watch a live erotica between myself and that vixen.

Fuce didn't get any information.

He sighed helplessly.

It turns out that the gears of fate have already started turning without knowing when.

His causal entanglement with her.

Who repays whom, and who owes whom?

Coming out of the darkroom, Zangshan frowned and looked at Fuce's slightly messy hair, "What did you see?"

Fuce's earlobes were stained crimson.

He was silent for a long time, and then said slowly, "If Master still wants to touch her, all the people, this so-called spiritual path to immortality, all the disciples will want to kill her."

Fuce has always said the same thing.

Zang Shan felt solemn and thought that the demon fox had influenced the policy to this extent...

Fu Ce is his most proud disciple.

He would never allow Fuce to be distracted by anything other than monasticism!

Zang Shan had a gentle and agreeable expression on his face, but his cloudy triangular eyes always flashed with an uncomfortable light, "As a teacher, I will not take the initiative to harm that demon fox."

Fuce didn't care whether he was sincere or fake.

He glanced at Zangshan lightly and said, "It's best this way."

He only wanted to hide the kindness of his upbringing and teaching.

But if it comes to Pan Shu, it should be a different matter.

After saying that, he went down the mountain with his sword. The white snow brushed against his still warm ears, and the heat in the water mirror was cooled by the wind and snow.

Do not know why.

A voice in his heart urgently urged him to see her immediately.

After pushing away the small courtyard, the smile on Fu Ce's lips froze.