Daoist has facial paralysis

28 Changjiang Road

It was early autumn, and there was a light rain at night, the air was humid and cold, and the ginkgo leaves fell to the ground again, covering the stone path in front of the western-style building.

A group of black shadows leaped across the yellow leaves, rushed to the door and scratched at the door with its claws.

A slender figure covered in moisture walked into the yard, his eyes full of confusion.

From Chongqing to Yuedao, he followed the black cat step by step, but that person...is not here.There is only one deserted house here... Who the hell is that person?

He walked to the stairs that appeared in the dream, watched the black cat lie down at his feet, and stretched out his hands to smooth the cat's dense short fur.He held the jade talisman tightly in his other hand, but the mist in the sea of ​​consciousness did not appear, and the air was quiet and disturbing.

As if he knew what he had lost, but he couldn't remember anything, Zhou Yibei felt a trace of memory confusion, and the witch breath in his body became restless. After a while, his rationality suppressed everything...

"It's been a long time with me...you still haven't come out yet?" Zhou Yibei looked down the stairs and said in a cold voice.

"Wu Zu, you shouldn't have left Yingzhou alone," Fan Feng came out from around the corner, the invisibility technique was useless to his fellow clansmen, and he had followed hard all the way.

"Did I forget what?"

Fan Fan looked at him silently, Zhou Yibei's expression became indifferent at some point, he stood up, holding the black cat in his hand, "You don't want me to know who that person is?"

"You haven't forgotten anything, Wu Zu..."

Zhou Yibei sneered, and threw the black cat to the fan: "Don't lie to me, I don't plan to remember... If this person is still here at this moment, I will kill him with my own hands."

"Huh?" Fan caught the cat and the jade talisman in a daze, not daring to understand what he had just heard.

Zhou Yibei looked down at Jiuli Wuji arrogantly and coldly, his voice was ruthless and cold: "I probably really like him, but this kind of weakness must not exist...Tell me, is he still alive?"

"...not here anymore," Wu Ji looked at the figure against the light, and suddenly realized that the person at this time was no longer Zhou Yibei, nor Wu Zufengtu. What are you wearing again?

"Very good...burn this place down, and if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist at all," Zhou Yibei said without any fluctuations in his voice, walking past Wu Ji.

Fan slowly turned his head back, and his heart began to panic for no reason... Dongxinan must be satisfied this time, those short-lived infatuated loves were finally let go by his nephew, even if Dongxinan is not dead at this moment, the two see each other again Should it be just an enemy?

The octagonal copper talisman left circle marks on the palm of Zhou Yibei's hand, he still held it tightly and refused to let go, despite the fire igniting behind him, he walked away step by step with an indifferent expression, and his figure disappeared at the corner of the street.

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Luya Mansion

"Ah..." The dragon corpse sneezed and shrank into the quilt... Maybe he wasn't the only dragon in history who caught a cold because of drinking too much wine?

"Ah Chi..." Just as he was muttering in his heart, the dragon corpse sneezed again.

Lu Ya wiped his nose with a piece of paper, staring at the pink lips that kept moving because his nose was suffocating.

Yuan Long glanced at him, and said in a muffled voice, "I have a cold, so I can't exercise vigorously."

"Golden Crow Essence can drive away the cold, do you want to..."

"I don't want it, you will scold me for drinking so much and bullying me when I get well, it's better for me to be sick," Long Shi's voice became softer because of his stuffed nose, and he couldn't even read it Somewhat provocative.

"Aren't you uncomfortable like this?" Daojun pulled the paper to help the dragon corpse wipe the red nose with the utmost patience, his eyes were as gentle and pleasant as if they had been hit with a soft light of more than ten levels.

"I have you to take care of me, I feel comfortable," Long Shi pushed his nose up and touched Daojun's face, pursing his lips and showing a smile.

Daojun couldn't take it anymore...and kissed him.

After being "bullied", the dragon corpse coughed twice, sucked his sucked tongue in his mouth, glared at Daojun, and touched his face twice, as if he wanted to take advantage of it.

"I will be lighter..." Daojun held his slender waist, and the dragon corpse blinked his eyes in fear. This sentence is simply a ten-level warning. won't be able to get out of bed."

"Daojun?" A hard voice came from outside the room, which dampened the interest.

Daojun frowned, Yuan Long breathed a sigh of relief, the voice was familiar to him, it was from Dahuang Palace, and every time Donghuang called Lu Ya, it was this person who passed the message.

"East Emperor's oral order..."

"I see, let's go now," Lu Ya, who was always called to guard the Great Wilderness recently, interrupted the people outside with an impatient face.

"Excuse me, Taoist Lord," the voice of the people outside was still hard and cold, without emotion.

"The Yaozu needs you, go! Picalu! Eliminate disharmony on behalf of the Eastern Emperor!" the dragon corpse raised its arms and cheered.

Daojun grabbed the back of his neck, "My baby is sick, I have to be cured before leaving."

"Hmm!" Yuan Taki's lips were blocked, and he immediately resisted on the spot, "East Emperor is almost turning into a Wang Zishi, you don't want to be an unfilial son, do you?"

Lu Ya had a weird expression for a few seconds and got up with a cold face. The dragon corpse realized that he had just said something wrong, got up and followed Daojun carefully and watched him change clothes, "... Donghuang is just you A son, he must love you the most, and he should be fine if you are late."

Daojun's face was as hard as the people standing outside... Did you say the wrong thing again?

"Let me help you untie your belt..."

Lu Ya didn't speak, ignored the hand extended by the dragon corpse, and untied the girdle by himself. A certain corpse withdrew his hand in embarrassment, blinked his eyes, "Are you angry with me? Lu Ya is the best, just smile?"

Daojun had a cold face. After changing his clothes, he left Yuan Long and walked out. The dragon corpse followed behind with his hands behind his back, "...that...be careful on the road...do you want me to go to the Great Wilderness Palace pick you up from get off work at the door?"

Daojun who opened the door stopped his movements, turned his face and stared at Yuan Long coldly: "If you dare to go out, I will break your legs."

"...Oh," Dragon Corpse, who hadn't been intimidated for a long time, nodded earnestly. It is still necessary to always keep in mind that Comrade Daojun is a violent man...but breaking his leg or something should Will you forget it in a while?

Daojun slammed the door with a "bang", and the dragon corpse sighed and touched the tip of his nose that was almost hit, this silly boy is really hard to coax.

"Squeak..." The dragon corpse was about to turn back into the room when the door was quietly pulled open again. He tightened his grip, and suddenly shadows filled his eyes, his little heart was beating wildly, and Yuan Long glanced at his face Daojun, who didn't get better, asked fearfully: "...You didn't come back to beat me, did you?"