Daoist has facial paralysis

"Really? Is that so..." Dongxinan let go of his hands with a look of understanding, "Then I should kill you?"

"Cough..." The Jade Emperor, who slumped down against the tree, held his throat and grabbed the corner of the priest's clothes, "He's... lying..."

"Zhang Weiding! Be sober! I use you, don't you understand? I don't want the world to be public, I just use you because you are innocent, don't be stupid anymore! I just want the world to be alone It's just a Christmas spirit!"

"I know..." The Jade Emperor smiled, with secret and deep regret in his eyes.

"What did you say?" The young man in Wen Yu put his palm on the tree trunk, staring at the man coughing blood outside the tree with wide eyes.

The Jade Emperor looked at his white palm, and slowly put his hand on it. There was always a layer of transparent tree trunk between them. His tone was slightly regretful: "I always knew..."

Huang Yi watched in a daze as the man raised his other hand and put it on his chest, spiritual power surged out from his broken heart and soul, and he said a lie he didn't understand: "I used you... sorry....."

The boy in yellow looked at the man who fell under the tree in confusion, unable to understand the smile on the corner of his mouth, and tears kept slipping from his eyes: "...Why? Zhang Weiding, what are you doing for?! Obviously I used you, What are you apologizing for?! You crazy!"

"Ah!" Huang Yi roared with red eyes, and tried his best to attack Wen Yushu from the inside, trying to get out of the tree, "Dongxinan! Aren't you here to win Wen Yushu! Come here! Wen Yushu! You! What are you waiting for? Do you still have time? Do it!"

Dongxinan raised his brows lightly, looked at the broken strands of golden light and smiled, "I'm probably not as anxious as you."

The young man was crying and laughing, as if he was going crazy, he let out all the power of world luck and was absorbed by the Wenyu Divine Tree, and the surrounding flowers grew one after another, and he was floating in the tree, and his figure became more and more beautiful. The more illusory: "What are you all thinking? Why don't I understand?!... Are you all crazy... You are all liars! Kill me!"

The Taoist priest watched quietly that he didn't make a move, and the young man attacked the Wenyu tree trunk with a frenzied expression.

"Pfft..." The flowers grew more and more luxuriantly and wrapped around the trunk, and the aura of world luck itself became stronger and stronger. A withered hand grew out of the trunk, piercing the young man's heart. His figure turned into a golden light, and entered the body of the spirit transformed from the world.

"Dongxinan... I owe you everything, I paid it back..." Huang Yi's voice fell in the warm and peaceful wind, and the flowers on the ground were red and shining, and the body of the Jade Emperor on the ground had been covered with flower stems. Cover up and disappear.

Dongxinan looked at the Wenyu tree and sighed softly, an old figure emerged from the tree trunk, trembling unsteadily under the terrible pressure around him, the vague sound like the sound of wind echoed among the leaves of Wenyu, No emotions, no shock or fear, and everything in this world seems to be one with everything: "The spirit of the void...do you want to swallow me..."

"I won't kill you, let me share your life, and I will help you guard this realm," Dongxinan put his hands on the tree trunk, the golden thread poured in, and the figure of the Taoist priest and the sacred tree of Wenyu disappeared.

Zhou Yibei held his fingers nervously, "Master..."

After a few flustered breaths, Wen Yushu appeared on the spot, the red light of the flower frame was full of warmth, and a warm embrace came up from behind, "Will I still listen to my uncle's bedtime stories in the future?"

Zhou Yibei turned around and hugged the gentle man behind him, slowly wet his eyes, "...can I listen forever?"

The sea of ​​flowers spread over every inch of cloud in Jiuxiao. As the delicate petals sway, all the voices become delicate and gentle, like whispers. Time is blurred. A certain story seems to last forever, engraved into the The bones, melt into the bone marrow, permeate life, accompany each other, without end.

......

A few months later

Fengdu Ghost Prison, which was silent because of the death of heaven and no longer reincarnation, suddenly became busy this day.

Guisi officials, big and small, are busy here and there, and the ghost department that has just been renovated has red lanterns hanging everywhere at the moment, and it is so lively that you can't see the original spookiness at all.

At this moment, even Yama of the Ten Palaces was not resting, each of them held a groom's outfit of different styles in their hands, waiting for the man with a cold temperament to make a decision.

"Ancestor Wu, I think this one is pretty good..." Feng Tu pointed at the black Wu Clan Xifu in King Qin Guang's hand with a teacup next to him, and said, the great Wu Jizhong, who has become the new younger brother of the Daoist Priest, also There was no objection, and he preferred the jet-black clothes. Seeing this, King Qin Guang immediately bowed his waist and handed the clothes closer for Zhou Yibei to take a look at. The corners of his eyes narrowed so much that two crow's feet that could kill flies appeared out of laughter.

Zhou Yibei just glanced at the show case on the clothes, then glanced away at the remaining people, and finally looked at the red ancient clothes in the hands of Emperor Yan Luo, "...Master should like red."

"Our Lord Yan will definitely like it. He will like whatever Yan Lord Wu Zu chooses." King Qin Guang turned his head and winked and asked Emperor Yan Luo to bring up the clothes. Zhou Yibei got the clothes, and several of them turned their backs.

The slender body was lined with bright red wedding clothes, and the cold facial features were painted with warmth. Zhou Yibei looked at the silhouette in the glasses, "...just this one."

On an auspicious day after choosing wedding clothes, invitations and all the miscellaneous tasks, Fengdu Guisi's Yan Luo Hall was full of bustling people, all smiling, and there was no one who was unpleasant, welcoming them. The grand wedding of management.

At this moment, reporters from Ghost Prison's official news department and various entertainment newspapers also started various interviews.

The first to snatch the picture was a reporter from an entertainment tabloid. They captured a black dragon demon in a corner who didn't care about the occasion and was focused on eating haysai.

"Sir, do you have any unique views on the wedding between Lord Yan of Ghost Prison and Wu Zu of Jiuli?"

"Uncle Wo and their white milk are delicious, so I'll be in the cupboard early," the black dragon demon muttered with puffed cheeks, and Yu Ji glanced at the camera with a blank face, and continued to ask, "Excuse me, is it our Lord Yan Jun or your uncle?" Or is Jiuli Wu Zu your uncle?"

"Are you deaf? When Wo was very cute, you said they were Uncle Wo?" Yuan Long frowned and chewed the braised pork in his mouth.

The tabloid reporter took the time to continue asking, "... Then, do you think this wedding is a political marriage?"

"You sand, you are triumphant, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law... nest here!" The dragon corpse looked around and stared at a figure in the crowd, his eyes were shining, and he waved a big pig's trotter in his hand, calling out to everyone. In three seconds, a menacing one-armed man rushed over and grabbed him, "Why are you running around?"

"Wo Muyou, my wife is good, I'll eat it for you," Yuan Long reluctantly swallowed his mouthful, and handed the braised pig's trotters to Daojun. On the oily mouth, he lowered his head and took a bite, turned his face to look at Yuji and the camera behind him, "Who are you? What are you doing?! Want to kidnap and sell my wife?"

"No...it's not..." Yu Ji felt a sense of murderous intent, and hastily denied it.

Daojun glanced at the cameras on the shoulders of the people behind, sparks flickered in his eyes: "Are you reporters? Do you have a press card? Why are you filming him? I asked you to film him? What did you ask just now? Turn the camera Give me!"

The first group of interviews-personnel loss: one unlicensed entertainment reporter, one amateur cameraman, property loss: one counterfeit video camera, one roll of precious film.

Then the well-known Post reporter entered the wedding scene, held a pass, and went straight to the VIP seats

Goal: to be responsible for the appearance of the audience

"Sir, are you Donghuang Taiyi?" The professional reporter of the Post excitedly handed over the microphone with a nympho face.

"I am..." The tall and handsome man hugged a little black cat, lazily put down his wine glass, with a lingering smile on his face, which made the reporter go crazy.

"I heard that you are our Lord Yan's best friend, right?"

"Don't ask if you know something, do you have any other questions?" Dong Huang teased the cat that jumped on his chest, and responded lightly.

"May I ask how you feel when your best friend is newly married?"

"It's good that Southwest is happy," the black cat jumped off Donghuang's lap when Donghuang spoke.

"Eh? Donghuang... We still have a few questions to ask..." The reporter looked anxiously at Donghuang who followed the black cat away, but was frozen and unable to move.

"Ask again next time..."

"Ah? Next time?...Then...then you go..."

The second group of interviews--loss: a reporter with a normal face, and gain: a reporter with Donghuanghua obsessed girl

On another side of the VIP seat, another group of reporters with passes also found the target

An ordinary chubby old man in a suit, such ordinary clothes, such an ordinary aura, on such a big scene...you can tell he has a lot of background at first glance!

"Sir, may I ask who you are..." The reporter approached cautiously, holding the microphone with lowered eyebrows.

The little old man suffered a lot and had deep hatred: "The groom's father and the other groom's senior brother..."

The reporter was overjoyed!This is really awesome!I found the big page, "Then may I ask your name?"

"Zhou Que...Don't tell me my name...When you say me...I...I will get angry! I can see clearly that my junior brother came after my son! Birth is counted! I am so mad! I raised my son and he has been raising him well! He just abducted him like this! Now I almost don’t even recognize my father. , My status is not as good as that of a cat!"

When the reporter heard about the situation, he clenched the microphone with both hands, "Can you be more specific? We may be able to help you respond."

Before the little old man could speak, tears welled up, "When our family, Yi Bei, was just born, I thought about it very well. We should name him Zhou Yi. How wonderful! What a connotation! What a temperament! He is my junior brother. , I said that the horoscope and the name conflicted, and I wanted to add a Bei character at the back to suppress evil spirits. I actually believed it naively. Now that I think about it, he just took a fancy to my son! His name is Dongxinan. There is a Bei here! This heartless junior! Thanks to me, I always think that others are good, let me in everything, help me in everything, and don’t even compete with me for the position of the head! Let me tell you! He had planned it in advance , I fell in love with my precious son! Later, I said that my son is not easy to manage, and he also hinted that he can take care of me. Blame me for being stupid, my poor son, who was led by his black-bellied uncle like this ...Not only can I not hold my grandson, but I also have no family status! Do you want to be mad at me to death! Say it!"

"Yes, yes, our Yan Jun is really dark-bellied," fierce!Huge!The reporter wanted to continue digging, but when he turned his face, he found that the little old man was taken away by several ghost kings with green bodies. He was about to chase after him, but a bunch of ghosts came out from some crack in the ground to snatch them. Camera and notebook, the little reporter pulled on the camera and ran and shouted at the little old man: "Hey! Master! Master! We will contact you another day! Remember our editor-in-chief's surname is Zhuo! You can find out by searching! Contact us, we Can help you reflect on the Internet! Netizens support you! We must fight against power!"

The third group of interviews - loss: a reporter's license (revoked by the government), gain: a video of the world (confiscated by the government before it was made public)

At the same time, the official reporter of Fengdu sneaked into the background and started a series of candid recordings

In the shaky lens you can see:

The immortal Yan Jun was standing in the middle of the room behind the main hall, wearing a bright red wedding dress, and the man with cold eyes was helping him put on and arrange his clothes seriously.

"Yi Bei...the collar is crooked," the Taoist priest looked down at his nephew in front of him, with a smile on his face, Zhou Yibei was stunned for a moment, and looked at the collar of the Taoist priest's happy clothes, "No."

"It's yours." Dongxinan lowered his head and kissed his nephew on the face, helped him straighten his clothes, and whispered in a low voice that almost broke his legs: "After you get married, your uncle will be yours... "

"Well," Zhou Yibei nodded seriously.

"Then what did Elbe say?"

Zhou Yibei thought for a few seconds, then squeezed the Taoist priest's hand tightly: "I will treat my uncle well."

The corners of Dongxinan's mouth curled up, "What's a good way?"

"From now on, I will cook for my uncle every day and help my uncle hold his shoulders..."

The Southwest Daoist sighed, "Then you won't help the uncle cook until we get married?"

Zhou Yibei frowned, paused, and lowered his tone, "It's the same if you don't get married, I'll be nice to my uncle..."

Dongxinan smiled and pinched his nephew's face: "It doesn't matter, I will trouble you to warm the uncle's bed in the future."

"...Okay," Zhou Yibei nodded with reddish ears, and the corners of his mouth were covered with a smile, which he couldn't help but curl up.

The Taoist priest stared at the person, and gently pulled him into his arms and kissed him, his hands went through the clothes to find the contact between the skin without barriers. In a short period of time, the complicated old clothes that the two had taken care of were messed up again in an instant.

Fourth set of interviews - Interrupted... Personnel are currently out of contact.

wedding night

The naked Zhou Yibei was lying on the bed, covered tightly with the quilt, blushing solemnly.

"Yi Bei..." The Taoist priest, who was slightly drunk outside, walked into the bridal chamber, called his nephew's name all the way, and threw himself on the bed, hugged him through the quilt, rubbed his ears affectionately, and whispered love words, " Elbe... I love you..."

"I love you too..." Zhou Yibei looked at that familiar face, and heard the Taoist priest's heart beating faster, filled with joy, even when the quilt was lifted, the Taoist priest threw the clothes under the bed As she spoke, her lips fell on the skin of the person below her and kissed and licked, each stroke was delicate and gentle, as if it contained the longing for the future and all the longings and longings accumulated in the past.

The candlelight in the apse gradually dimmed, and the people outside were still drinking and drinking, and no one could hear the whispers and whirling whispers in the depths of the ghost.

The red lights are hanging high, and the candles are always bright. At this moment, the beautiful atmosphere surrounds Fengdu lightly. Everyone is immersed in the joy of this day, enjoying the slow time, peace and tranquility.

The author has something to say:

It's over.

But Uncle still has some extras to update!

In addition, I would like to thank every big guy who has chased here, thank you.