Daoist has facial paralysis

At dusk, a tall and well-proportioned man in a suit was walking on the road in Penglai. This man had long white hair that seemed unorthodox, but his handsome face abruptly turned his temperament into aloofness. He came with a domineering look, as if he was walking on the main road alive with the four big characters that no one should enter.

There is still a shortcoming on this person, that is, he only has one arm, and the sleeve on the other side hangs empty, and it will float up when the wind blows.

However, according to the height of appearance, the above problems of aloofness and disability are not a problem for girls who want to strike up a conversation. What really hinders the enthusiasm of passers-by is another man on this man's back.

"Lu Ya..." Long Shi, who drank too much at the wedding banquet of the Southwest Taoist priest, hummed and sang some strange song: "You are my big goldfish, I can't love you too much, The little red face warms my heart and lights up the flames of my life... hiccup... Luya, does it sound good?"

"...It sounds good," Daojun frowned and nodded after being smelled of alcohol. He kneaded the round buttocks of the person behind him with the hands behind him, and relieved a little bit because the singing was too bad. his dissatisfaction.

"Lu Ya, why are you touching my ass?" The dragon corpse was pinched uncomfortably, twisting its body and rubbing against Daojun's back.

"I like."

"Then do you like me, or my ass?" Long Shi continued to ask, leaning against his ear.

Daojun glanced at him, "I love you, but I like your ass."

"Oh..." The half-understood dragon corpse nodded, "I like you, I don't know why I like you...but don't forget that I like you..."

"Well, I will remember," Daojun nodded, tightened his hands, and turned into an empty alley with the dragon corpse.

Stepping on an invisible barrier in the alley, the two figures suddenly disappeared.

The officers on duty at the entrance and exit of Yingzhou have all been replaced by the Wu clan. A group of people are diligently checking the luggage of people of all ethnic groups coming in and out. They dare not let any one go. I raised my head, and saw the violent Daoist Lord who is famous in the demon race on the back of the spirit beast. The inspectors of the border gates all looked away, turning a blind eye, letting it pass, and not daring to come close. "Large luggage", let alone touch, hear or see.

"Luya...I want to vomit..." The dragon corpse, which was stunned by the boundary barrier, hugged Daojun's neck tightly, his body trembling and trying to turn back into a dragon body.

"Hey... I'll go back right away, I'll give you some soul essence, it will make you feel better."

"Don't...you haven't healed yet..."

Daojun turned his head and kissed him distressedly, and began to feel a burst of self-blame, Yuan Taki would not be like this before, it was because he made him into a dragon corpse that he was like this... I don’t know why he can’t use his brain Now I can remember all the memories about this dragon very clearly, and even dig out the things that I didn't remember before, without missing a single thing, including the memory of refining the corpse...

The scene of the blood-stained black dragon laying on the ground begging him lingers in his mind, as long as he thinks about it, all the details will come out, the painful expression on that face, the fear and despair in his eyes seem to appear before his eyes .

His heart trembled with pain, and Daojun tightened his arms, letting the person on his back cling to him, so as to facilitate the transfer of essence.

Daojun, who had already moved out of the Great Wilderness Palace due to alienation for unknown reasons, hastily brought him back to his private residence, put his extremely fragile body on the soft big bed, and wiped the dragon corpse's face with a towel The sweat on his face, wanting to help hangover but a little bit reluctant to part with the other party's flushed face after drinking.

He took away the towel and leaned over to take a bite, then rolled his soft lips into his mouth to suck.

"Hmm..." The dragon corpse didn't push him away, and the red and swollen lips that were sucked were finally loosened. He slowly groped his hands on Daojun's body, "Lu Ya... "

"I want you..." Daoist Lu Ya looked at the drunk little black dragon, his body ached from being seduced, this person was all his memories, and in his mind there was nothing but Yuan Long, He didn't know why this happened, he just knew that this dragon was more important to him than his life... For such an important thing, every bit of temptation he showed would make him unable to control it.

People who lit the fire without knowing it continued to grope, muttering and plausible.

Daojun suppressed the urgent desire, and bent down to listen to what he was saying.

"I like you...don't be afraid...it doesn't matter if others don't like you, you have me...your husband and I are worth several..."

Lu Ya smiled, but when he wanted to unbutton the dragon's corpse clothes, he stopped listening to the words in his ear...

"Also...don't hate Donghuang, he is your only relative...he must not have hurt you on purpose...otherwise he won't save you...you put him Forget it, he must be very sad..."

hate him?Lu Ya let go of his hand in confusion, and looked at Yuan Long who was still muttering something even more quietly.

Why do you hate Donghuang?Isn't he my dad?Daojun recalled that every time he asked Long Shi about his broken arm in the past few days, Long Shi always hesitated as if he didn't know how to explain clearly...Is it because the Eastern Emperor harmed me?

Lu Ya recalled that handsome and tall man...He suddenly had a headache...

"Daddy..." A childish voice sounded in the depths of the broken and scattered memories, and someone clamored for him not to think about it, not to remember it.

Lu Ya also hesitated, but he chose to try to remember. The feeling was uncomfortable, like knowing that there was something terrible in a closed box, but wanted to open it because it was very important.

"Daddy..." Before the complete memory appeared, many complex emotions were suddenly squeezed in his heart, Daojun's heart was beating wildly, and his body was shaking unsteadily.

"Lu Ya," Nuan Nuan's body leaned against him. The dragon corpse who hadn't sobered up seemed to have noticed something was wrong with him, and his tone was anxious. Daojun wanted to get out of the memory, but he got deeper and deeper. The curse is gone, and it is now his choice whether his memory is restored or not.

The box was finally opened, and the memory of falling into the mountain overwhelmed him, making him unable to move, he took a big mouthful of breath but couldn't inhale air, his eyes widened but he could only see darkness...

Memories of chaos swarmed in, flashed by like a snake, and the pain spread like poison in the blood.

"Pfft..." Daojun spat out a mouthful of blackened blood, and cold sweat covered his forehead.