Daoist has facial paralysis

What happened was like a dream, I don't know how long it has been... As if wrapped in a warm embrace, Zhou Yibei sank quietly into a dreamless sleep, was it just a dream?His thoughts quickly became clear amidst the haze, and his heart was suddenly emptied. He opened his eyes nervously, and saw his jaw with sharp water chestnuts raised slightly, looking intently at the formation in front of him with his spiritual sense.

"Master Uncle," he stood up uncontrollably, his body was a little weak, he barely hugged the Taoist priest's neck, hung there, saw the faint golden light that had replaced the witch's breath to block the wind, and subconsciously wanted to mobilize the witches in the sea of ​​consciousness breath, but was suppressed.

The Taoist reached out to support his waist, "Hey, don't move, I finally took it back for you."

"...Well," Zhou Yibei sniffed the familiar scent on the Taoist priest, and couldn't help but take a sip...It smells so good, I really want to eat my uncle...The thought flashed in his mind, and he passed out The previous picture emerged, he frowned, and gave up his thoughts... The way the uncle lost control, if it were him, I'm afraid he would lose control every time...

It will hurt the uncle... the nephew tightened his arms a little bit reluctantly.

"Does it still hurt?" Dongxinan turned his head in doubt and asked, obviously the wound has been healed faster with spiritual power?Is it still painful? Is there an internal injury?He was unsure about helping with the inner vision, except that there seemed to be nothing wrong with the excessive use of true essence?

Zhou Yibei looked at the frown of the Taoist chief, and stretched out his hand to smooth it out, "Is the uncle worried about me?"

"Have I worried less about you?"

Zhou Yibei blushed and didn't speak. He felt warm fingertips across his chest, and picked up the copper talisman stained with his body temperature. "Keep it all the time?"

"You gave it to me, I don't want to lose it," Zhou Yibei remembered what he had done with the bronze talisman, and the roots of his ears were flushed... It seems that the uncle saw some memories of the last spiritual contact, it should be Don't you have these?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Daoist asked with concern, feeling that the body leaning against him seemed a little hot.

"No," the imaginary picture of the Taoist priest under him was lingering in his mind, Zhou Yibei licked his dry lips, his eyes dodged his uncle's gaze, "... we will return later Can this be done?"

Dongxinan let go of the copper talisman and rubbed his nephew's hair, "You don't think uncle is too much... I will try to be lighter in the future."

"Ahem..." Donghuang cleared his throat outside the door, Wu Bai smashed the door with a somersault first, ran out from the rubble, and hugged his naked nephew tightly , Wu Bai dragged two pieces of clothes from his mouth and ran to them and put them down, the black cat was covered in dust, but the clothes were very clean, "Meow..."

"Xianxi see if it fits well," Donghuang said in a steady voice outside as if he was used to various scenes.

"Taiyi is really considerate," Dongxinan smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his small black head, the black cat licked his fingers, and obediently turned his back.

Holding his clothes, Zhou Yibei stared at the licked fingers of Daoist Daoist Southwest, refusing to let go of every tiny movement, and a certain obsession in his heart was slowly aroused, "...Uncle. "

"Huh?" Dongxinan looked at him with a pleasing expression. Zhou Yibei slowly bent down and grabbed the Taoist priest's hand, and gently squeezed the knuckle of his index finger. The loose-mouthed nephew, "What's wrong?" Lost your temper?

The prohibition in the formation flickered for a moment, gradually magnifying the undiminished desire, the more he cared, the more crazy he became, let alone a person who was already crazy and angry, lost his mind for a moment, and the smell of blood rushed into his throat. The sound of bones breaking shook the eardrums, a feeling of slowly being filled with desire surged up, and then a heartache of extreme panic in the mist, Zhou Yibei let go of his mouth, staring blankly at the bones showing his fingers.

Dongxinan endured the pain, smiled and raised his other hand to press his nephew's head and rubbed it, and said as if nothing happened: "Don't be in a daze all the time, put on your clothes."

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei was awakened from the formation by the fishy sweetness in his throat. The feeling of being affected forced him to break out in cold sweat. He raised the witch's breath in a panic to heal the wound. But very slowly, the wound still kept bleeding, "I didn't mean to..."

"I know, the uncle endured so hard and still hurt you. Yi Bei just bit one of his fingers. I don't blame you." Dongxinan wiped the blood from the corner of his nephew's mouth, "Put on your clothes and go out with Taiyi." , be obedient, and uncle will not be able to bear the mischief anymore."

It took only a few seconds to control his thoughts, and the thought of holding Dongxinan down and swallowing it appeared in his mind again. Zhou Yibei clenched his fists nervously, fearing that he would do something else, and put on his clothes in a panic, "I'll be there soon!" Get out..." The bloody picture drilled into his head, Zhou Yibei rushed out of the cellar door, his terrible desire subsided a little, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked back and looked at his things with a smile, his heart softened .

On the Shao balcony of the Great Wilderness Palace, Zhou Yibei sat drinking tea beside the Donghuang. He was wearing a red dress, his hair was tied high with a red rope and sometimes fluttered in the wind. Even though his expression and facial features were cold, there was something faint The high-spirited arrogance exudes.

Dong Huangtai turned her head and noticed the indistinct smile on the corner of his mouth, "Wu Zu now looks somewhat similar to when Southwest saw you for the first time."

"Seeing me for the first time?" Zhou Yibei was puzzled. He searched all his memories and only remembered the appearance of himself when he appeared at the door of his uncle's house with all his clothes on... It was nothing like the present.

"The demon clan meeting in the twelfth lunar month, the young master of Jiuli came to congratulate him in red..." Donghuang painted the scene lightly, with a smile on his face.

A young man in fresh clothes and angry horse appeared in the snow far away. The black horse was like a shuttle, and his face was as delicate and clean as a jade under the red clothes. The wine tainted by greedy cups filled a few touches of blush, and his whole body was neither humble nor overbearing. Qianqian's arrogance can't be suppressed even if she is surrounded by charming or pretty monsters.

He didn't see the tall chief, a certain man next to the Eastern Emperor. He watched him quietly for a long time, and then fell into the demon emperor's mouth for a while...

"After suppressing the disaster of the Yaozu, Southwest also counteracted some of Tiandao's abilities, preventing him from transforming into a human being or possessing others at will, but this also left the root of the disaster..."

"I know that it was he who trapped the uncle's spiritual consciousness to occupy his body and slaughtered the Jiuli witch clan. The uncle destroyed half of his soul to keep the dead soul of Jiuli, and also me and dozens of Jiuli who were preserved. Li's soul was sent into reincarnation, and the damage caused by the uncle has not recovered after a thousand years of cultivation, so the current spiritual consciousness is also lacking."

"Southwest destroyed half of his soul, but he was not for Jiuli's dead soul, but for Fengtu, a blushing person he had seen drinking from afar... In order to avenge Southwest, the Dao of Heaven slaughtered the witch clan You were the one I wanted to kill the most at the time. At that time, I couldn’t figure out why Heaven wanted to kill you so much. Now I understand that he knows Xi’an better than I do... Xi’an has had an obsession with you for a long time, and I’ve been kept a secret for a long time..."

In the middle of Donghuang's words, Zhou Yibei stopped all his movements, holding the teacup in his hand, and couldn't hear what Donghuang said... Only two sentences from a few years ago echoed in his mind... ..

"When did the master... fall in love with him?"

"When he blushed for the first time, it looked so good... just looking at it makes me want to be nice to him, give him everything I can..."

So when in Shaohao... Uncle Master said thousands of years ago... when he saw Feng Tu from a distance for the first time...

Zhou Yibei recalled that meeting, he knew who the people around Donghuang were... but he never noticed the gentle smile he was looking at him.

That person...was willing to overthrow everything to help him just for one glance, but never said a word, just like the beginning, watching silently and gently from a distance.

Waiting for his reincarnation after thousands of years, waiting for a long-lost reunion... and willing to pretend not to know him...

It was me who came too late...Zhou Yibei stared blankly at the clouds flowing under Shao's balcony... Donghuang couldn't figure it out, and neither could he...What does the uncle want?