Daoist has facial paralysis

Yaozu Dahuang Palace

On the Balcony of Wanzhang Shao

The immortal man was wearing a golden feather robe and sat in the middle of the hollowed-out room, his eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful, his breath was very weak, and his heartbeat was extremely slow.

The black-haired man in red was taking a nap on his lap, and now he secretly opened his eyes, raised his head and secretly looked at the Taoist priest who was out of his body.

"Uncle Master?" Zhou Yibei called softly, but there was no response, he sat up gently, and slowly approached the Taoist priest, holding his shoulder and carefully biting his lips.

The soft tongue pried open the closed jaw, Zhou Yibei held his breath and sucked delicately...

"Meow..." Wu Bai, who had been wandering around for a long time, couldn't bear the boredom and ran up to the high platform, and patted the golden feather falling behind Daochang with his front paws.

Zhou Yibei let go of his mouth and glanced at it, then frowned slightly: "Wubai, don't tell Uncle."

"Meow..." Wu Bai called softly, scratched his ears, turned around and looked outside, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhou Yibei turned his head to look at Taoist Priest, still closed his eyes and meditating, he was relieved, couldn't help but leaned forward, lowered his eyes, kissed his ears, licked and sucked his neck.

There was an indistinct smile on the corner of Dao Zhang's mouth, he didn't move or make a sound, and let his nephew stick to him.

......

Feeling as if he woke up just after closing his eyes, Mototaki scratched his head, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked around, "...Huh?"

Does the building look like it's in Lu Ya's private residence?

There is no loneliness in the vast hall, which is usually slightly empty. It is still at night, and the surroundings are full of candles, making it warm everywhere, and the corner aisles are filled with green and lush antique potted plants, which is still familiar. The place here is not as gloomy as it used to be, it is warm and vibrant, and somehow feels like home.

Yuan Taki was stunned for a while, then got off the bed with bare feet, why are you here?He looked inside his dantian, and the shattered golden elixir was now wrapped in something like a golden crow essence. Where is Lu Ya?

In his heart, he walked into the corridor alone, and when he looked up, he saw a row of hollow golden lamps emitting orange light hanging on the roof... It was so warm that it didn't look like the home of that fool Lu Yadaojun.

"Lu Ya?" Yuan Long swallowed, and walked in the corridor in a panic. The soles of his feet were a little cold, which aggravated his uneasiness... The huge room was quiet, and he subconsciously held his breath. He took a breath and heard a faint human voice.

someone?He followed the faint voice and walked to a room with a closed door at the back. There seemed to be something glowing inside, and a warm smell like the sun kept coming out.

The dragon corpse narrowed its eyes comfortably when it approached the door, and sneakily opened a small crack in the door, peeking at the scene inside... a tall man with his back turned to him, holding someone in his arms, bowed his head He was talking softly, but before he could hear the words clearly, the man turned his face to look at him, a golden crow phantom appeared on his handsome face, and two pairs of pupils were staring at him at the same time, which scared him so much that his spine shuddered and he froze in place .

"Come in," the phantom on Donghuang's face disappeared, and the aura of the sun weakened. The dragon corpse looked at him vigilantly, and didn't like his father-in-law: "Where is Luya?"

Donghuang smiled, "Is your name Yuan Long? My son has been calling your name...Come and sit down, why don't you wear shoes?"

The dragon corpse hesitated again and again before walking over, pulled out a long distance and sat opposite the demon emperor, and saw clearly that the person in his arms was Lu Ya, one side of Daojun's sleeve was still empty, his lips were slightly pale, people Very haggard.

"Yuan Long..." Daojun frowned in his dream, whispering the name of the dragon corpse, Donghuang lowered his head and stroked his hair, "My son is not afraid, he is here."

There was no gap between Guan and Donghuang, the dragon corpse couldn't help leaning over, tears fell down and hit the ground, Daojun seemed to hear it, his eyebrows frowned, his eyelashes trembled, and his murmur became louder Many, "Mototaki..."

"I'm... Lu pressures you to wake up," Dragon Corpse replied with a choked voice, sniffling the snot that was about to slip out.

Daojun suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot in his eyes, he first glanced at the ragged dragon corpse with messy hair on the opposite side, he pushed away Donghuang's arm and supported himself on one arm and crawled over, "Yuan Long , don't cry, who bullied you? Don't cry. "

The dragon corpse panicked and reached out to catch him, hugged him and sobbed, "Don't die in front of me in the future, I'm afraid."

"I promise you, don't cry," Daojun kissed the messy hair of the dragon corpse, looked sideways at Donghuang who was watching him silently, his eyes became vigilant, and he tightened his arms holding the dragon corpse. Arm, "Who are you?"

Donghuang smiled bitterly, "Why did my son forget about Daddy?"

Daojun frowned and thought for a while, then asked the dragon corpse in a low voice: "Is he my father?"

Yuan Long rubbed his nose, hesitated for a while, didn't say much, just hugged him and responded: "Mmm..."

Donghuang smiled, and stretched out his hand to touch Daojun's hair. Lu Ya shrank back, let go of the dragon corpse with one arm, and barely maintained his balance. Looking at the person in his arms, he asked: "Yuantaki...what happened? I can't remember anything."

The dragon corpse pursed its mouth while sobbing, "Silly goldfish, it's not normal for you to remember... Let me tell you, you are a fool."

"..." The anger stirred my heart, but it was instantly consumed by the soft body in my arms. Daojun bit the cheek leaning against his face, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Donghuang slowly getting up. He turned around, turned his head involuntarily, and felt a strong sense of guilt when he saw the lonely and lonely back of the demon emperor. Daojun hesitated, and when Donghuang was about to walk out of the room, he said: "...Dad .”

Donghuang paused, and when he turned his head, there was a gentle smile on his face: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't forget it on purpose...I'm sorry..." Daojun lowered his head in annoyance...I couldn't find the slightest impression of the handsome man in front of me in my troubled mind. Said yes... seems familiar?

"My son, let's rest," Donghuang walked out of the room and helped close the door. Lu Ya stared at the door for a while in shame, and heard a slight snoring sound coming from his arms. After a short while, his eyes turned red from crying The swollen dragon corpse lay in his arms and fell asleep. Daojun put the man on the ground with great effort, propped his elbows on the ground, and helped the dragon corpse push away the hair sticking to his face one by one, and pulled it over. On the blanket beside him, he stared at Yuan Taki who was wrapped into a ball by him for a long time, finally yawned and closed his eyes tiredly.

Not far from the door, Donghuang glanced at the fleeting lines on his hands, and when he closed his eyes, the golden crow shadow appeared on his face again. He who had lost his soul was in urgent need of recuperation, but guarded There is no rush to leave here: "Sleep, my son, when I wake up, Daddy will take you home, nothing will happen again..."

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Today seems to be a small year?

Uncle wishes the big guys a happy new year.

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