diving

Si Zhuo returned to the heavenly court, and he will not show it for a hundred years.

One day, there was thunder in the sky again, and the fairy friend who played chess with him still couldn't change his temperament of watching the excitement, so he left the chess game and ran to watch.This time before he came back to gossip in detail, Si Zhuo was already counting the thunder without knowing it.

The first catastrophe was a number of seven or seven, and this is the second time, it should be a number of eight or eight.

After the last eight waves, there was a thunderclap, and the speed slowed down a lot. It must be that Tiandao is holding back his energy, and wants to deal a fatal blow to the demon cultivator who is trying to defy the sky.

After finishing the last cut, auspicious light suddenly appeared in the sky, and Xianyou returned to the stone table after watching Tianlei contentedly, but there was no leftover, and Si Zhuo had disappeared.

Si Zhuo actually appeared by the Zhuoshui Lake during the last three thunderstorms.

For some reason, he was afraid that the monster would be killed by the thunder.

At any rate, it was a little demon he enlightened by himself, and he didn't want to see that monster die.

Lan Che's body was ripped apart, and his naked, muscular upper body was dripping with blood. He was meditating, and he was rehearsing the meditation formula. Apart from the Tao and deeds, he had to rely on his will, and he had to have a will against the sky!The way of heaven is harsh, if the monster who crosses the catastrophe shows the slightest timidity, is afraid, and is afraid, he will undoubtedly die.

He was not afraid of Dao Xiaocheng now, but he underestimated the power of heaven, and almost died under the last thunder.

At that moment, all thoughts were lost, and it was about to be wiped out, but there was a crisp sound on the wrist, the green bracelet fell to pieces, and the sky thunder was finished.

In the golden light, Lan Che healed from all injuries, and his Taoism advanced to a higher level.

When he opened his eyes, he vaguely saw a white figure of Yue Yue about to disappear from behind the tree.

"Si Zhuo!" Lan Che shouted, feeling it was wrong again, "Brother!" Still not right, he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhen Jun Linshui!"

Si Zhuo had no choice but to be found, and walked out from behind the tree expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

Having not seen each other for nearly a hundred years, when the two eyes collided, each other's hearts were beating like beating.

Si Zhuo only thought that he was caught, so he was very nervous. After all, he once said that it was all due to this, who would have expected a soft heart that a god should not have.This monster is now more handsome and strange than in the past, with a height of more than eight feet, giving people a sense of oppression for no reason.

"It's nothing." Lan Che suppressed his voice, "It's just that I said something I shouldn't have said last time, and I made a serious mistake. I finally saw the fairy trail, and I wanted to take the blame."

Si Zhuo: "..."

Lan Che never asked him why he appeared here, and even bent down and bowed, saying sincerely: "Xianju forgive me, Lan Che is disrespectful, Lan Che is wrong."

This monster has always been very proud, walking with his nostrils upturned, when he seriously admitted his mistake, Si Zhuo's face became hot, and he felt that he was really stingy.

He pressed his fist to his lips, coughed and said, "Forget it, you're only so old, so I'll forgive you this time."

Hearing what he said, Lan Che's brows stretched out, and he smiled flirtatiously, and said, "Since you're here, my demon friend has brought you a lot of fine wine, is Zhenjun willing to enjoy the wine?"

When Si Zhuo was stabbed by his smile, he felt a little more confused in his heart.

Strange, strange, he suppressed the strange feeling in a panic, and nodded as if nothing had happened: "Very good."

When he came again to the elegant house in the bamboo forest by the Zhuoshui Lake, everything was still the same as it was before he left, even the pen and ink in front of the case were still neatly placed according to his habit, as if he had never left.

The only strange thing was that the bed was still in a mess, as if someone had spent the night here.

Lan Che observed his expression, and said apologetically, "I sometimes come here to stay for a while. This place is clean and suitable for retreat and enlightenment. Zhenjun, please don't be angry."

Si Zhuo quickly waved his hand: "This is your place, how could I be angry?"

Lan Che said: "In my heart, Zhenjun has lived here before, and if he likes this place, it is naturally the place for Zhenjun. It is this Zhuoshuitan, and it is willing to give it to Zhenjun."

When he said this, his face was extremely serious, and his extremely black pupils looked straight at Si Zhuo.

Si Zhuo looked away unnaturally: "Haha, that's too serious. Where's the wine? I miss the taste of that wine."

Lan Che curled his lips into a smile, clapped his palms, and a group of goblins brought delicious food and wine to them in an orderly manner.

Si Zhuo was really greedy for Lan Che's wine, he drank two more glasses and became a little drunk.

While half dreaming and half awake, someone hugged him from behind, squeezed his hand with a big hand, and whispered hot breath in his ear: "How dare you lie to me. I have given you all the magic weapons for body protection. This is not enough. I am afraid that I will If you die, come to see me for the first time to cross the tribulation, and you still say you like me?"

Si Zhuo clearly wanted to distinguish between the two sentences, but his mind was really not clear, his body was limp, and his mouth couldn't be controlled, and all he uttered were meaningless hews and haws.

The man let out a low laugh, his voice was like a deep piano, and then something slippery slipped past his earlobe, it was a warm tongue.

Si Zhuo shuddered suddenly, numb from his earlobe to half of his body, his cheeks were blushing, like the vermilion glow of the sky.

"I, really like Zhenjun."

said the man.

The author has something to say: try to finish writing today.