Daoist has facial paralysis

No. 28 Changjiang Road, Yuedao City

Zhou Yibei opened the door and walked in with the help of the Taoist leader of the Southwest. The two entered the hall after a few steps, and saw a familiar figure inside.

The white-haired man sat on the master chair and licked the cat in his arms boredly.

"Wubai..." The Taoist priest called softly, and the black cat hurriedly jumped out of Daoist Lu Ya's clutches, and shrank to his feet.

"Dao-jun, is there something wrong?" You can't just make trouble two days ago, and come here today to make trouble.

"Dongxinan, is our friendship pretty good?" Lu Ya asked inexplicably.

The Taoist priest smiled and signaled Zhou Yibei to make tea, the little nephew nodded and turned to go upstairs to make tea.

"If you think it's good, then it should be good," said the Southwest Taoist priest, sitting on the grand master's chair next to Lu Ya.

Daoist Lu Ya nodded, "That's good, I want something from you."

"You said," Dongxinan was not too respectful to Lu Ya, and his tone was casual, but the posture of Xianfeng Daogu remained intact, and he looked more like an ancient fairy than Lu Ya.

"To be more specific...he's not a thing either," Lu Ya watched Zhou Yibei come down from the second floor with a tea tray in his hand, and pointed with a smile in his eyes, "It's him."

The fairy spirit in the east, west and south suddenly sank, and his eyes became cold. Lu Ya realized that what he said was too general, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in the Wu Clan, what I said It's the little wight on his wrist."

"This thing... I can't give it away," the Southwest Taoist priest said with a smile after seeing Lu Ya's face change, and then slowly explained, "Yi Bei's friends, I don't care about it."

Longshi listened to the two talking in horror, and hugged Zhou Yibei's wrist tightly... I should be considered half a teacher of this kid!Can't send it casually!Little pervert, you must be more loyal, without me, who will translate the ancient cloud Gu book for you...

Not involving his uncle, Zhou Yibei seemed a little indifferent, but he still gave Long Shi face and handed over the choice happily, "He is not a thing, I can't make the decision, if you want to take someone away, you have to do it yourself." ask him."

The dragon corpse slid off his wrist and turned into a man in black. He sat on the ground and stared at Zhou Yibei, muttering and complaining, "Little rascal, thanks to my being so kind to you...you fucking scold me It's not a thing...I decide for myself, decide what a fart! Say it like I can beat anyone..."

"Follow me," Lu Ya looked at him arrogantly, as if he was in his pocket.

"I won't go!" Dragon Corpse stiffened and refused to get up on the ground, "Do you know me? Why should I go with you?"

"Don't lose your temper! Are you capable of losing your temper if you run away from me?" Lu Ya threw his teacup and yelled at him, no wonder he felt familiar a few days ago, this little thing ran out of his own house.

"I've been locked up under Lock Longjing for hundreds of years and you didn't come to me! I won't go back with you!" The dragon corpse lay dead on the ground, turned to look at the Southwest Taoist priest, and now Master Dong lowered his head and drank his tea. It seems that he doesn't intend to intervene in the housework of Daoist Lu Ya.

Seeing Lu Ya standing up and walking towards him, Long Shi shivered a little, gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't come here!"

"You know I have a bad memory, why are you making trouble with me? Hurry up," Lu Ya walked over, with a strange flash in his eyes.

"I don't want... You didn't intend to find me from the beginning, so don't touch me!" The dragon corpse tightened its neck and tightened the joints of the floor tiles, as if vowing to live and die with the floor tiles.

"Yuan Long, don't make trouble, come back with me," Lu Ya's tone finally slowed down a little, and he bent down to pull the arm of the dragon corpse. The latter dodged in horror, rolling and crawling all the way to shrink under the table, " Do not touch me."

"Yuanlong, come out," Lu Ya didn't hesitate, what's the matter with this little thing?

The dragon corpse was silent for a while, huddled under the table and did not speak, a big hand grabbed his ankle, he was frightened, his arrogance disappeared, and he shrank into a ball, "I was wrong, don't you Hit me."

Lu Ya tightened his grip and pulled it out angrily, "When did I ever hit you?"

"I was beaten away by you, you amnesia...don't touch me... woo woo... I don't want to go back with you... let go of me... woo...it hurts..." The dragon corpse suddenly Crying for a while, Lu Ya was completely stunned, and it took a long time to realize that he was holding too hard, let go of his hand in a hurry, and saw that there was a purple red bruise on the ankle that the corpse demon retracted, Lu Ya Ya stretched out his hand to touch, "Yuan Long..."

"Well..." Long Shi tightly protected his ankles, and said with aggrieved lips: "I don't want to go with you... You obviously forgot about me... Can you find someone else? Don't beat me It's..."

"Yuan Long, I don't want to hit you," Lu Ya looked at him, his haughty expression disappeared, and his face was full of sadness.

"You used to say that too...Brother, no, uncle...I beg you, don't take me back, can't you change someone else to torture me? I can't help beating." The dragon corpse crawled under the table again, Lu Ya frowned, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and dragged him into his arms, "Yuan Long, come with me."

"Mr. Dao, if he really doesn't want to, then don't force him..." The Southwest Taoist priest finally spoke, and the dragon corpse heaved a sigh of relief, froze under Lu Ya's hands and didn't dare to move... lamenting in his heart that he was the most miserable person in history There is absolutely no such dragon. After hundreds of years of training in the sea, he has a small success and can transform into a human form. After going to the sea to play once, he was caught by this deadly amnesiac. He locked himself in a small black room and beat himself every day. He was a crazy beater, and was almost beaten to death the last time. He was turned into a corpse demon alive by him, and when he ran out without paying attention, he was sealed by a bastard Taoist priest as a water dragon causing a flood at the bottom of Suolongjing. Seeing people come to find me, I finally got it by myself, and then I got a bit better and was found by this amnesia... Life is hard...

"He's mine," Lu Ya suddenly roared angrily, and the dragon corpse trembled in his arms with a frightened expression on his face.

"It's a socialist country, Daoist, do you still have slavery?" The Southwest Taoist raised his legs and said with a smile.

"Dongxinan, don't forget who is your guiding god! You are still short of..."

"Hey..." Daoist smiled and shook his head, "Did you decide what to do with my Ninth Tribulation? I usually find trouble with me when I have nothing to do, and blame Xiaodao for not having fun with you?"

Lu Ya frowned suspiciously, trying to remember something, "...I...I'm not helping you, otherwise you should have survived the catastrophe, and you can stay in the human world at ease?"

"Okay, what Daojun said makes sense," the Daoist still looked at him with a smile after interrupting, "Where are we talking?"

Lu Ya was in a daze for a moment, "I...what am I doing here?"