Daoist has facial paralysis

"Xinxi, do you need me to help you?" Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't respond immediately, Donghuang became worried. He walked over and stretched out his hand to hold the tin ring. The door seemed to be sucked by something, and he did not move even with his strength.

A strange sound soon sounded inside, like the airflow caused by the flying arrows, sharp and chaotic, and the door seemed to be hit by arrows, and there was a sharp bang.

"Southwest?" Donghuang let go of the door knocker, and in a moment of silence, he called Daozhang again softly. The purple-black witch's breath on his side had rushed over and covered the door, and in a blink of an eye, he was sucked by the huge force. A gap was opened on the door panel, and the force inside became stronger with the pulling. Between the two forces tearing, the several inches thick and extremely solid black iron door was torn into several sections and fell to the ground.

Zhou Yibei rushed in with fierce eyes, the fierce wind tore open the fine holes in his robe, and cut off a lot of hair, flew up into the air, lost the attachment of the witch's breath, and turned into powder in a blink of an eye. A large piece of broken jade was nailed into the wall at this moment, the phantom of the Wenyu Divine Tree floated above the huge gossip, circles of streamers whirled and kept changing the direction of the wind, the empty room was unobstructed, but there was a figure missing up...

"Uncle Master?" Zhou Yibei looked around in a hurry, but he couldn't see the Taoist priest's figure, and his eyes were stained purple by the witch's breath from the churning sea of ​​consciousness. He went straight to the formation around Wen Yu's phantom, and the closer , the sucking feeling became more intense, the red rope tied with hair was untied and flew towards the center of the formation, but halfway was caught by a faint golden light and stopped in the wind.

"Yi Bei, don't move," the familiar voice was faintly blown by the wind, the hair flying all over the sky was gathered into a handful by the golden light, and the red rope was caught back to bind the hair again.

Zhou Yibei turned his head and still didn't see anyone, "Master, where are you?"

"I'm fine, you and Taiyi go out, this formation is very dangerous now," Jin Guang outlined a vague human figure and appeared in front of him, gently stroked Zhou Yibei's hair, his voice was blurred by the wind just like before.

Zhou Yibei looked at the unprotected spiritual consciousness in front of him, and subconsciously poured all the witch's breath over to protect him, exposing himself to the strong wind, the golden light pushed the witch's breath back: "Yibei, I'm fine... .Don't be afraid."

A body full of scars appeared in front of his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness quickly melted in. The surrounding suction seemed to be able to sense the change, and it became stronger several times in an instant. Donghuang also walked in and seemed to find something wrong. The smell...is very similar to that of the Southwest."

"Well... this formation is equipped with a counterattack restriction, which can imitate the intruders by absorbing the surrounding energy and expose their own weaknesses," Dongxinan said, his eyes began to fix on Zhou Yibei, and slid across him to tear apart Zhou Yibei didn't notice the chest exposed by his clothes, and tried his best to look away. Zhou Yibei didn't notice it, and looked at the scars on Taoist priest's body, and raised his hand that was flowing with witchcraft to help heal.

There was a sudden itching in his ear, Zhou Yibei raised his head, kissed between his brows, his breath was warm, he closed his eyes and took the initiative to cover Daoist Priest's lips, there was a faint smell of blood between his lips and teeth, heart There was a throbbing pain, Zhou Yibei suppressed the impulse, and wanted to push the person away to check the injury, but his waist and abdomen were hugged tightly.

"Yi Bei..." The Taoist priest's voice was so crisp that he stopped breathing, and Zhou Yibei's ears turned red, and many scenes that Xiao had thought about countless times flashed in his mind.

Donghuang frowned at the Daoist priest of the Southwest who suddenly became inexplicably anxious, "Southwest?"

Dongxinan turned his head to look at Donghuang, his eyes were bloodshot, he unconsciously clenched the waist of the little nephew in his arms, and smiled helplessly: "Take him out, I can't control him around this formation." Great mind..."

"But it's not good for Southwest to hold back the fire like this," Donghuang said, hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei seemed to be more impatient, and moved slightly, his lower abdomen rubbed against the hot body of the Taoist priest.

Donghuang slightly raised his brows, picked up the black cat that stared at his two masters and walked out: "Time is not so tight, Southwest should take care of your health, it's not good to hold your little nephew."

The broken door was picked up by the golden light to seal the doorway again, and the witch's breath blocked the strong wind. Zhou Yibei licked the Taoist priest's neck, turned his head slightly to hold his Adam's apple, and put his hand dishonestly under the Taoist priest's clothes.

Dongxinan raised his hand and rubbed his nephew's head, his voice was slightly hoarse: "...Little bastard, do you know how dangerous it is to get angry at this time?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei let go of his mouth and raised his head, his body and face flushed like a sunset, his mouth was slightly opened and closed when he breathed, and his mouth was full of blood.

Dongxinan picked him up, and walked towards the couch with the formation on his back, "Tell me if it hurts."

"... Uncle Master," Zhou Yibei lay on his back on the couch, looked at the man lying on top of him, bit his lips tightly to hide his sudden nervousness... I have experienced too many falsehoods... is this time true?Or just an outlandish dream?

The influence of the formation seems to be more obvious than before. The Taoist priest's mobile game walked on the nephew's body and stroked it. His clothes hindered his movement, which seemed to make him a little impatient, and he was torn apart and thrown on the ground in a blink of an eye.

The author has something to say:

The second half of this chapter is about the baby carriage that JJ’s father doesn’t let my uncle drive. If you are interested, please get on the car by yourself and find me on my Weibo. Weibo account: @老花的罗叔 (my Weibo is Two, the last one is this plate of meat dregs)

I hope Weibo Dad won't ban my account, this is really just a baby carriage.

If you don’t watch the second half, it will have no effect on the plot. Vegetarianism is not in the car (from Uncle’s standard eight-toothed smile.)