I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

After dinner, Jiang Luo watched Wei Zhao enter the kitchen with an empty bowl, while he packed up a cushion and went to the yard, where he lay down on the cool chair to bask in the sun.

The cool chair was described by Jiang Luo as specially asked Wei Zhao to make it and put it here for him to rest in the afternoon. Wei Zhao covered the cool chair with a quilt, and it was soft and soft to lie on, especially comfortable. Jiang Luo only needed to close his eyes when lying on it. An hour or two passed like this.

Before he fell asleep, there was a moist touch on his face. There were only two people here, and Jiang Luo knew who they were without opening his eyes.

He half-closed his eyes and saw a big dog that couldn't do without its owner squatting halfway in front of him, smiling, and he could even see the tail behind the big dog wagging happily, which was enough to show that he was in a good mood up.

His face was pinched and his mouth was slightly deformed. Just seeing him so happy that he deserved a beating made Jiang Luo very unhappy.He frowned slightly to find fault: "Aren't you going to practice?"

Wei Zhao stood up, grabbed his two arms and pulled him up, turned around and sat on the couch, then hugged him in his arms, looked down at the cute little furry head, and rubbed his dull hair : "Not going today."

Jiang Luo frowned even tighter, with a very disgusted expression on his face, and even tilted his head to avoid his harassing hands: "Yesterday you couldn't talk, the day before yesterday you said you had something to do, did you really Don't want to practice?"

Wei Zhao was aggrieved, looked at the suddenly empty palms, felt uncomfortable, and complained in a low voice: "I just don't want to practice."

"..." Jiang Luo stared: "You are quite straightforward, what do you want to do if you are not a cultivator? There are so many treasures of heaven and earth that others can't ask for, and they are all piled up there for you. You just play it lightly." If you say you won’t practice anymore, then what do you want to do?”

Wei Zhao is no longer a child, he has his own plans, and Jiang Luo just talked casually, trying to frustrate his inexplicable happiness, and didn't really want to educate him.He spoke harsh words, but unconsciously and skillfully rubbed his body in Wei Zhao's arms, finding a comfortable position and planning to take a nap.

Wei Zhao took off his robe and put it on him: "What about you, you don't practice anymore?"

Jiang Luo didn't take it seriously: "It's not that I don't want to, I can't." He glanced at Wei Zhao with disdain, "I'm not as idle as you are."

Jiang Luo's body was too weak, his spiritual power was almost empty, and his body meridians could not withstand the washing of spiritual power again. His physique was no longer suitable for cultivation.

Now Jiang Luo is just an ordinary person who will die and perish, but there is one thing - Jiang Luo's appearance will never change.

But this is also what Wei Zhao is worried about. After all, there is no reminder of the appearance of a mortal. Wei Zhao has no idea when Jiang Luo's life will come to an end. He can only regard each day as Jiang Luo's last day, and be good to him and accompany him , lest one morning those nimble and vivid eyes are not opened as usual, and I will regret it.

He can't wait to stick to Jiang Luo's side every day and night. If possible, he even wants to become an accessory on Jiang Luo's belt, a hairpin on Jiang Luo's hair, so that he can ignore him all the time, just like that, quietly Accompanied him silently watching him.

Thinking that the two will eventually separate, especially because of himself, Jiang Luo fell from the top of the snow mountain above ten thousand people, but he has no heart of repentance at all, and he does not want him to go back and become that cold person in everyone's mouth. , To me, it is just a master with the title of Dugu Qiubai.

A trace of loneliness flashed in Wei Zhao's eyes, he poked his rosy little | cheek, and said casually: "You don't practice anymore, what's the point of me practicing alone."

Jiang Luo opened his eyes and slapped Wei Zhao on the face: "You idiot, can you be like me?"

Why is it different? In the past, he was superior and he was not allowed to blaspheme, but now... it is barely enough. After all... After all, the two of them have done things more than once. Could it be possible, could it be that they could not be themselves? no.

Wei Zhao pulled his hand down, with a small expression of grievance on his face: "Jiang Luo, I..."

How stupid, Jiang Luo squinted his mouth, tilted his head thoughtfully for a while, propped himself up and leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, seeing Wei Zhao immediately grinning out a few big white teeth, he couldn't bear to look directly at him and nestled again. Returning to his arms, squinting his eyes: "I said Wei Zhao."

Wei Zhao immediately agreed loudly and dog-leggedly: "Hey, tell me."

Jiang Luo dragged out his tone and squinted his eyes to stare at him: "I don't need to practice, and I just go to another world after I die, but when you die, you just die, so after you die, do I want to live in another world?" Find someone else to take care of me."

Wei Zhao: "?"

Wei Zhao asked with an expression of not being ashamed to ask if he didn't understand, and leaned forward with a smile: "What other world."

Jiang Luoshen was mysterious: "Want to know?"

Wei Zhao nodded attentively: "Well, I ask my ancestors to clarify."

Jiang Luo stared: "Get out, get out, who is your ancestor."

Wei Zhao put his arms around his waist and hugged him tighter, pressed his face against his chest and took a deep breath, refreshing and elegant, with a touch of cool breath: "You, you, you, you are my ancestor, you are my ancestor, Give it up."

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes fiercely, and almost threw himself to the ground, but Wei Zhao dragged him back with one hand, nestled in his waist|belly in fear, and his mouth was still strong: "Who cares about being your ancestor, and confessed. "

Wei Zhao chuckled, lowered his head and kissed on his forehead|intimately, his voice was tender like water: "Then don't be an ancestor, but be my wife, okay?"

Jiang Luo slapped him on the face: "It's a big treason."

Wei Zhao: "..." You don't make mistakes when you poke someone.

As for the business, Jiang Luo didn't talk nonsense with him: "A few years ago when I was practicing, I occasionally peeped into the sky, I think..." He squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Zhao seriously, "I'm dead, maybe I will live again The chance to come down is just..." He raised his face, his big eyes flickered, and his thick eyelashes were like butterflies that stayed for a short time, hooked Wei Zhao wanted to kiss|kiss it, and wanted to keep it.

But now it is obvious that the business is still important, Wei Zhao asked anxiously: "Just what?"

Jiang Luo turned his face away deliberately not to look at him, and laughed twice: "It's just, although you are immortal in this world, but I want to be reincarnated but go to the next world." He pinched Wei Zhao's chin with two fingers , raised his face slightly, "Do you think we can still meet?"

Jiang Luo's face was muddy, and he focused on thinking: "After reincarnation, I may still be in poor health, and I don't have the ability to take care of myself at first, or..." He frowned, "Let's find someone to take care of me, otherwise it would be too much for me alone. Thanks for your hard work."

Wei Zhao: "!"

Wei Zhao hastily retorted: "How can a cultivator find it hard?"

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows: "A cultivator? After going to another world, I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm still an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken. I have suffered for thousands of years in this life. God has the virtue of living well. I have a chance to be reborn, why don't I take advantage of it and enjoy the short time?"

Wei Zhao was completely anxious: "No, I don't agree."

Jiang Luo tilted his head, and said in a frivolous voice, "My fellow daoist, we are no longer in the same time and space, you tell me you disagree?" He poked Wei Zhao's chest with his fingers, "Sorry, fellow daoist, you are out , no qualifications."

Wei Zhao: "!"

Wei Zhao was really angry: "Jiang Luo!"

Jiang Luo lazily opened his eyelids: "What are you doing?"

The point is not here, Wei Zhao shook his head, but he was easily disturbed by his few words, and his face was somber: "Will you really go to another world to be reborn?"

Jiang Luo said lightly: "Well, I haven't ascended in 1000 years, and I have a glimpse of the secret."

Wei Zhao pondered for a long time, half-believing, "Really, won't he just die like this?" He put Jiang Luo's shoulders with both hands and almost threw him up: "Will he really be reborn in another world?"

Several identical questions in a row have clearly betrayed the tension in his heart.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes: "You don't believe me?"

"No, no, I believe you, I just, just don't believe my ears." Wei Zhao also forgot Jiang Luo's teasing just now, he was excited, and his voice was intermittent, with a little trembling|shaking, clearly It was unbelievable, but he forced himself to believe it. After all, he could only believe it, because this was their last chance.

Jiang Luo was dizzy when he shook his head: "Don't shake it, don't shake it, my head will fall off if you shake it."

Jiang Luo was weak, Wei Zhao hurriedly stopped, hugged him in his arms, and pressed his head against his chest: "It's okay, it's me... I'm too complacent."

Jiang Luo sighed slightly: "Is there any benefit if I lie to you, or you can choose not to believe it."

"No, no, I believe it." Wei Zhao interrupted him in a panic, how could he not believe it, he had no choice, he could only choose to believe it.

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes: "Then do you still want to practice? Only by practicing can you have a chance to break the void and go to the next world."

Wei Zhao's smiling face was wrinkled, like a blooming flower: "Xiu Xiuxiu, practice, practice, practice, why don't you practice?"

Jiang Luo pinched his waist hard: "Then why don't you hurry up."

Wei Zhao leaned over with a shy face and touched the soft|soft flesh on his stomach with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will accompany you today, and I will officially start practicing hard tomorrow."

Immediately, Jiang Luo wanted to roll his eyes, but his eyelids were swollen and heavy, his head was groggy and he wanted to sleep.Since Wei Zhao said that it was useless to stay, but his arms were indeed comfortable, thousands of times more comfortable than sleeping on a bed, so Jiang Luo reluctantly allowed him to be lazy for a day, and would definitely supervise him to practice hard tomorrow.

But even if it is practice, it is impossible to shatter the void, it can only become a fairy.

But becoming an immortal means that the mission of this world is over, and one can naturally go to the next world.The corners of Jiang Luo's mouth curved.

Wei Zhao looked at the quiet and peaceful sleeping face, his eyes were red, and his eyes became more and more blurred. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch|touch Jiang Luo's face, but he was afraid of waking him up, so he withdrew his hand tremblingly. Pursing her lips, she murmured softly, "That's great, Jiang Luo, that's great."

A drop of crystal clear water refracted in the air | colorful lights, fell into Jiang Luo's clothes, and swam out into a blur of water.