Quickly wear: Lord God is not restrained at all

Jiang Cha held the boy's hand and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Seeing the two people disappearing, the elder on the stage began to speak with dignity: "Okay, disciples who have already entered the sect, a senior brother will come to take you to your respective mountains later...

As the elder chatted on the stage, Yue Linghua looked at the direction where Jiang Cha disappeared and clenched her fists.

She, the eldest daughter of the Yue family, chose a beggar, Wuyou... She would let her know that she was not the only immortal in the world!

The disciple who was just about to go over and bring the Moon Spirit Flower had not opened his mouth to ask questions. The woman in pink clothes snorted angrily and turned away.

The disciples behind Tuliu looked confused.

……

There were towering mountains at his feet. Wuming held Jiang Cha's hand tightly and looked at his rough palm holding on to the soft and slender arm.

Wuming lowered his head and did not look around.

Jiang Cha turned his head and looked over, and could only vaguely make out a lot of gray on his face, and his eyes were surprisingly dark.

Jiang Cha pursed her lips, what happened to Shard?

There were no words all the way, and Wuming wanted to speak several times, but the flying feet made him a little nervous.

Flying all the way to the top of the mountain where Jiang Cha is.

Wuming saw the majestic house from a distance, surrounded by various bright flowers and plants, which soon fell to the ground.

Stepping on the ground again, Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Jiang Cha's eyes.

As expected of an immortal, it is difficult for people to see her emotions clearly. Even so, she is still noble.

Wuming was attracted by a touch of gray, leaving deep marks where he had held her just now.

As soon as Wuming opened his mouth, Jiang Cha had already walked in first. The yard was empty and there was a small pool with lotus flowers blooming in the center.

Wuming moved his feet and followed Jiang Cha silently.

Jiang Cha brought him to the backyard. She really disliked him and he was really embarrassed.

After throwing the person into the bathroom, Jiang Cha said: "Wash yourself clean and come meet me in the front hall."

He walked out in a hurry, and the nameless person behind him narrowed his eyes and looked at the steaming bucket that had been filled.

After being stunned for a moment, he took off his clothes, revealing those terrifying and dense scars.

The room was filled with smoke and rain, and a human head suddenly appeared from the bucket.

Her long hair stuck to her face, and her clean face revealed her delicate jawline, pink thin lips, and her face was flushed from soaking in hot water.

Wuming's eyes fell at the door in confusion, thinking of the tender green figure in the woods.

He was still in a daze. He became the disciple of the famous Wuyou Immortal... a handyman on the mountain.

Wuming had a complicated look on his face, and then poured a few ladles of water on his face.

This is very good now.

Thinking of a certain cold face, Wuming raised the corners of his lips slightly and stood up from the bucket.

I was already looking forward to what she would say.

……

Jiang Cha sat on a homemade wooden chair and leaned back. The chair made creaking sounds from time to time.

The stunning beauty under the corridor closed her eyes. Jiang Cha never imagined that the fragments of this world would be so miserable.

He had no parents since he was a child, so he wandered around in search of a living. When he was ten years old, he was sold to a wealthy family just for a meal.

I thought he would be well fed and clothed, but the family bought him back just to vent his anger.

They beat him and bully him at every turn. As long as the young master of that family is unhappy, he will be hung on a tree for a day and a night.

He was only eleven or twelve years old at that time. Two years passed like this before he found a loophole in the house and ran out.

Children who are only teenagers have no one to take care of them, so they can only make money to support themselves.

Wu Ming was very principled. He didn't steal or rob, and he made some money every day. That's how he reached the age of sixteen.

By chance, he met a cultivator. The man saw that he had extraordinary bones and taught him a few techniques.

Later, when Kunlun Mountain selected new disciples every three years, he decided to come.

I still have hope. Kunlun Mountain is a famous and upright family. If I become a disciple there, I will never wander again in this life.

Jiang Cha smashed Ba Ba's mouth. Did the fragments do some evil? The world is so miserable.

As soon as Jiang Cha received the message, he heard hesitant footsteps in the corridor, pacing in place.

Jiang Cha didn't open her eyes, the wooden chair under her body creaked.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you come over?"

Wuming clenched the hems of his clothes. The one he was wearing was too dirty. There was a set of clothes on the stage, so he put them on.

Walking forward, Wuming looked at the figure lying on the wooden chair in the corridor, the breeze blowing her clothes from time to time.

Like an elf flying in the mountains.

Jiang Cha opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He looked neat and tidy in his white clothes.

But the long hair was still dripping with water. Jiang Cha raised his hand and pointed, and Wuming felt that the hair on his body was dry instantly.

The slightly rough hair roots hang down on the shoulders.

"what's your name?"

Jiang Cha spoke lazily and looked at him without blinking.

Wuming's voice was hoarse, with a tone that didn't match his appearance: "Wuming."

The young man seemed to have lost his previous defense, and Jiang Cha studied his appearance carefully.

Her skin was not fair, and her eyes looked straight at Jiang Cha, her dim eyes filled with scrutiny.

His handsome face was full of calm, but his ordinary white shirt made him look like an immortal.

Jiang Cha laughed in his heart: "Although, are the appearance conditions of the fragments so good?"

Liuyi now knows Jiang Cha very well, and she is just interested in sex now! He snorted and said nothing.

Wuming looked at Jiang Cha who was staring at him without speaking, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Her eyes seemed to be able to speak. Did she regret bringing him back?

I had saved him in the woods before, but it seemed that I didn't remember him. Also, how could he be such an insignificant person worthy of being remembered by the almighty immortal?

……

"Let's change your name!"

Jiang Cha's eyes suddenly lit up. Wuming looked at her little movements and nodded obediently: "I listen to the Immortal Lord."

Jiang Cha looked over displeasedly, and the young man bowed his head in agreement without refusing at all.

Jiang Cha stood up. She was actually half a head taller than him. Was she so malnourished?

Wuming lowered his head and looked at the green color that suddenly appeared at his feet, and his eyes moved.

After all, he has a name, and namelessness is what others call him randomly when they laugh at him for not having a name.

Suddenly his chin was pinched, and the delicate skin entered his mind. Wuming was stunned for a second and raised his hand.

Looking at the woman who was very close, he swallowed subconsciously.

As she got closer, there was a faint smell on her body, which was different from the pungent smell applied by those women.

On the contrary, it was very refreshing, and the appearance of Jiang Cha who looked closer was even more shocking.

Wuming's heart contracted and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Jiang Cha narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so cowardly? From now on, you are my Worry-free Immortal Lord. I also said at the conference that I don't need an apprentice, so your life is just doing odd jobs in the mountains..."

Jiang Cha's mind turned around, and he let go of his hand and walked forward: "Let's call him Su Shiyi from now on!"

When the others disappeared around the corner, Wuming... no, it was Su Shiyi who came back to his senses.

The fingertips were gently placed on his chin, and the smell was still transmitted to the tip of his nose. Su Shiyi lowered his head, and no one saw his expression.