Daoist has facial paralysis

night watch

There is no complete darkness in Tiangong, the night is just like the sky is covered with a layer of gray cloth, and the clouds below the fairy palace are dyed with shadows.

"Ancestor Wu, it's too dangerous to stay here overnight..."

"The Jade Emperor said that it will take some time to get the Yangminglu. We have something to ask for. It's not good to go now...you go and rest." Zhou Yibei looked at the fairy palace where he was going to stay tonight, and sat down in the fairy palace. At the small table outside the corridor, a glass of fine wine was poured.

"We still have to be more cautious, I'll be with you tonight," the fan fell to the other side of the table, watching the red and orange lights flowing under the suspended palace, closed his eyes and meditated.

Zhou Yibei drank a glass of wine and put his hand on the black cat that followed him. The blurred figure from his dream a while ago reappeared in his mind... Who is that person?His head throbbed at the right time, Zhou Yibei frowned, and the feeling of emptiness in his heart lingered lingeringly around him.

The black cat vomited out a piece of jade talisman, and kept scratching it with its front paws, its round eyes were confused.

Zhou Yibei inadvertently looked down at the strange black cat, and reached out to pick up the jade talisman, "Is this jade special?" He calmed down and put his spiritual sense into the jade.

It seemed that it was just a very ordinary jade, and just as he was about to withdraw his spiritual consciousness, the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook, and layers of mist appeared within the range of his inner vision, as if something hidden was about to surface water surface.

"Ding..." The jade talisman was bounced by a strange force and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The mist disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness again, and Zhou Yibei opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wu Ji asked nervously, turning his head to look at Zhou Yibei.

"It's okay, the glass fell," Zhou Yibei picked up the wine glass that he had knocked down on purpose with a cold face, and when he leaned over, he glanced at the black cat, and saw that it secretly hid the jade under its belly.

Fan Fan glanced at the wine glass suspiciously, and closed his eyes again... That secret technique was left by Dongxinan, so it shouldn't go wrong.

"Ugh...it hurts...help..." Suddenly there was a commotion ahead, Zhou Yibei and Fan Feng looked at each other and raised their vigilance at the same time.

The noise was mixed with the sound of cranes, getting closer.

Not long after, a rampaging crane rushed into the corridor, and a man in black rolled down from it, clutching two handfuls of crane feathers, with disheveled hair, crawling towards Zhou Yibei, "Help..."

Zhou Yibei looked suspiciously at the person who crawled over and grabbed the hem of his clothes and hid behind him...it seemed to be the dragon demon next to Daoist Lu Ya.

"Yuan Long!" Without thinking about it, Lu Ya's irritable voice helped to confirm everything, and the tall man with white hair scattered behind his back flew into the corridor of the Immortal Palace, approaching them aggressively and looking down at them.

Zhou Yibei was too lazy to speak, the air froze for a few seconds, and a weak voice came from behind him: "He's not here..."

"Yuan Long!" Daojun clenched his fists and glared at Zhou Yibei, "Let him come over and explain to me what's going on..."

Wu Zu's eyes were as cold as the cold days, and he looked at Daojun and responded: "Lu Ya Daojun is really tempered, you just rush here when you say you want to think this is your monster clan's territory?"

"This is between me and him." Lu Ya stared at the exposed corner of the clothes of the man squatting behind Zhou Yibei, his eyes were gloomy, and he leaned over and stretched out his hand to grab him, "Yuanlong, come out."

"I don't want... save me, little ruffian, he wants to beat me..." The dragon corpse, still reeking of alcohol, shrank its body, grabbed Zhou Yibei's arm, and held it tight with snot and tears If he didn't let go, Lu Ya's face became even uglier.

Zhou Yibei pushed him half a step away with his witch breath, and pushed the dragon corpse out, "Daojun, I don't care about your housework, take your people and leave quickly."

After Yuan Long was pushed away, he took another two steps and grabbed Zhou Yibei again. Lu Ya's face became more and more irritated, and he didn't listen to others at all, "Yuan Long!"

The dragon corpse shuddered and cried even more fiercely. Lu Ya stared at him fiercely for a while, seeing him crying out of breath, seemed to be a little soft-hearted. He squatted down and held the dragon corpse's arm, " Yuan Taki... I won't kill you anymore, don't cry."

"Are you going to beat me up?" Yuan Long asked drunkenly after wiping away his tears on Zhou Yibei's clothes.

Lu Ya suppressed his anger and asked coldly, "Tell me who bit you first."

"It's not you..."

When Daojun heard this answer, he almost lifted the table.

"...It's Lu Ya, it hurts a lot, and it hurts now," Yuan Taki finished speaking after panting, and shed a few more tears, "Don't tell him."

Daojun froze in place, reached out and turned the face of the dragon corpse, "Then who am I?"

The drunk Yuan Long sniffed his nose, stared at his face for a while, then slowly lowered his mouth, "... Lu Ya."

"..." Lu Ya looked at him with an unclear expression, the dragon corpse twitched twice, let go of Zhou Yibei and hugged Daojun's neck, "I won't leave you, don't hit me."

The two next to each other hugged each other, Zhou Yibei frowned helplessly, "...I don't want to care about the two of you, but can you lean on someone else and kiss me?"

Yuan Long turned his face to look at him sympathetically, and stretched out his hand to put on the ancestor Wu's face, "I know, I understand everything... Don't be sad, Dong Da pervert loves you so much, I definitely don't want to see it You're so sad... You have to cheer up, little ruffian, eat more dog food and you'll get better soon."

Fan frowned nervously and pulled the man away, "Daoist Lu Ya, let me help you send him back. This fellow Taoist drank too much and kept talking drunk."

"I'm not leaving...I'm sleepy...Luya...I'll help you warm your bed...I'll give you a pension...You must outlive me, or I'll be afraid..." Long Shi muttered Lu Ya will calm down now, and he hugged Zhou Yibei and looked at Zhou Yibei, "... Sorry for the trouble, Wu Zu."

"It's okay," Zhou Yibei poured himself another drink as if he didn't hear the drunken words of the dragon corpse just now, "Fan, since you've said everything, you should go and see them off."

"Okay," Wu Ji nodded, and followed Lu Ya to the front hall of the Immortal Palace.

Fan and the others could not go far, Zhou Yibei couldn't help but cover his throbbing head, the wine glass in his hand was knocked over, and the wine spilled all over the table.

"Meow..." Wu Bai jumped over and pushed the jade talisman towards Zhou Yibei's hand.

Zhou Yibei wanted to grab the jade into his hand, but the fog in the sea of ​​consciousness emerged again, his head hurt violently, he retracted his hand and hugged his head, "Uh..."

Wu Bai stared at him with wide eyes, anxiously grabbing his clothes with his front paws.

"Yi Bei..." Zhou Yibei vaguely heard a voice, endured the severe pain and hurriedly turned his head... That voice was so familiar.

A vague hallucination appeared behind him, looking at him quietly, he seemed to be smiling, but he couldn't see clearly... Zhou Yibei stood up and stumbled on the threshold, staggered, watching his outstretched hand penetrate the hallucination. The figure, that figure opened the distance again, neither near nor far, but could not see the face clearly, and the figure was also very blurred.