[Thunderbolt] Pindao just wants to be a quiet Taoist priest

The red gauze is lightly caged, and the night is as cool as water.

Staring at the mandarin ducks with their necks crossed and nestled on the bed curtain above their heads, the beautiful meaning and the appearance of affection, Mr. Liuzhao seemed to be in a dream.

For 300 years, from the trembling at the beginning to the determination that the Emperor Abandoned Heaven was whimsical, Mr. Liuzhao never thought that he might be pregnant with a holy devil, but now the facts have slapped him hard, your heart Taking chances is never ridiculous.

So what if it's not a woman's body?So what if it's not a special skill?Even if the process of what the gods want to do is tortuous, what should come will always come.

Bu Jianque silently glanced at Mr. Liu Zhao who was silent on the bed, turned around and dragged Teacher Fu Ying to go out.This blow was too big for Mr. Liu Zhao.

"Congratulations to the Demon King and Ghost Queen." Before leaving, Master Fu Ying politely saluted the Emperor Qitian. He had been waiting for 300 years. Finally, the ghost clan had a heir, so the attack plan of the Dao Realm can be temporarily followed. Now, the young master is the first priority in everything, and we will wait until the ghost queen gives birth to the prince safely. At that time, the role of the ghost queen will no longer be important.

This congratulations sounded especially harsh to Liu Zhaojun's ears, how ridiculous that he would give birth to the enemy of the Dao Realm.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Mr. Liuzhao was still thinking about the content of the meeting he heard before he passed out. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped. The true essence was slowly gathering in the abdomen, merging and growing with the devilish Qi of Emperor Qitian, but now the most The important thing is not oneself, but the safety of the master and Xuanzong.

When only Liu Zhaojun and Qitiandi were left in the room, the silence in the air revealed a bit of stagnation, lying down and standing up, looking at each other.

The shallow breathing sound was especially clear at this time, Mr. Liu Zhao was silent for a while, and then he held the hand of Emperor Qitian that was still sending demonic energy to himself: "Can I still trust you?"

Trust, heavy and fragile, rock-solid yet fragile.

Mr. Liuzhao grasped the hand of Emperor Qitian with a slight trembling, expecting, but not hopeful.

Emperor Qitian looked at the overlapping hands of the two, Liu Zhaojun's slender fingers were delicate and elegant, not like a hand holding a sword. After all, he had never touched a sword in the past 300 years. But once again revealed some edge that had been hidden for a long time, with determination and cruelty.

"You should have more trust in me."

trust?How to trust?

All the initiative is not in my hands, where do I have the confidence?There is only hope for fragile trust, because even if the other party does not intend to fulfill him, there is nothing he can do.This unequal bet was just a thought from the very beginning.

"According to the agreement, I gave birth to the holy demon embryo. If he has his own consciousness, you can't take it by force." Mr. Liuzhao finally reiterated again, not because he didn't trust him, but because he didn't have confidence.

The corner of Qitiandi's mouth curled up into a smile, with contempt: "Who do you take me for? I don't bother to go back on my word."

He raised his hand to caress Liu Zhaojun's lower abdomen, it was warm and soft, a miraculous life was born here, the unhappiness in Emperor Qitian's heart dissipated, and he felt the slight trembling and discomfort of Liu Zhaojun under his palm, and finally withdrew his hand: " Don’t resist, don’t harm the birth of the holy demon, and you must abide by it.”

"When the holy devil is born, I will be of no use to you. How about letting me leave the alien world?" Liu Zhaojun tightly clenched the left hand of Emperor Abandoned Heaven.

The oath of the left hand is returned to the gods, and the freedom of the right hand is left to oneself.

Mr. Liuzhao vaguely remembered the words he read in his previous life, his eyelashes covered the bitterness in his eyes, he did not want to continue this ridiculous marriage, wait until everything is over, wait until everything is over... But, when will it end Woolen cloth?

Emperor Qitian looked at Jun Liuzhao silently, and didn't speak, and sometimes he had already expressed his attitude by not speaking.

With a wry smile, Mr. Liuzhao slowly let go of his hand, turned around, and turned his back to Emperor Qitian, it was obvious that he didn't want to see it.

"Xuan, when will you truly recognize the reality? Accept the reality?" Emperor Qitian doesn't care about Liu Zhaojun's displeasure at all, he understands his stubbornness, but it is impossible to let go.

"People always have to fight for themselves and for a certain goal. Accept reality? Is this reality? It's not the end yet, and it's not certain who will win." Mr. Liu Zhao closed his eyes, He didn't look back at Qitiandi.

Over the years, he has clearly understood that in the eyes of the gods, living beings are nothing more than ants, how can they communicate normally if the three views do not match, and what they care about are different, so what else can we talk about?No one can convince anyone.

After Emperor Qitian also left, Liu Zhaojun opened his eyes, supported his body and sat up, touched his stomach with his right hand, his eyes were full of deep thought and consideration.

A bit of holy devil energy shines in the dantian, revealing the breath of life, constantly absorbing the true energy in his body and the devil energy of Emperor Qitian, enriching his body, and the breath of life gradually becomes stronger.

Wait for another month, and the blood of himself and Emperor Qitian will start to gather and start to give birth.

Mr. Liu Zhao couldn't help but lament the miracle of life, the feeling of giving birth to life is very strange, and the feeling of being connected by blood is quite subtle.

At present, it is not yet possible to judge whether consciousness can be produced. Even if Liu Zhaojun knows that it should be Zhu Wu, what if?

Clutching the bed sheet tightly with his fingertips, Mr. Liu Zhao was struggling.

A few days ago, what happened to Master Fu Ying made me fully understand from the hypocritical peace that the alien world has never let go of its coveting of the Dao realm, and now I have to take advantage of the delicate time of the holy devil's birth to make the final effort.

However, this is only ten months, so what about after ten months?

The blood relationship that had just emerged in his heart was suppressed by reason. Compared with Xuanzong, compared with thousands of lives, what is one or two lives?

Mr. Liu Zhao closed his eyes tightly, clenched the clothes on his abdomen, and bit his lower lip with his white teeth, which was gradually losing its color.

Wait, wait until I recover my strength, wait until I complete the bet, wait, I still need to wait, but it will be soon, it only takes three years, and after three years, I can return to Xuanzong.

In the days that followed, the Alien Demon Realm was full of joy, and Sanmai sent many congratulatory gifts to celebrate the succession of the Demon Queen. Only Bu Jianque and Liu Zhaojun were worried and unhappy.

All kinds of precious supplements were brought in like flowing water. Mr. Liu Zhao could feel the growth of the holy demon embryo in his body. If he did not rely on external force for nourishment, but relied entirely on his own skills, then when he was born with the holy demon embryo, he might not be able to use it himself. Save.

I can't die now, at least I can't die until I know whether it is Zhu Wu, or even before the birth of the holy demon embryo.

The nourishing supplements turned into true energy nourishment, but Mr. Liu Zhao's appearance has not changed at all, and the "potbellied" that he was worried about never appeared at all.

Bu Jianque worriedly watched Mr. Liuzhao drink up the tonic, and put the bowl on the table indifferently, as if Mr. Liuzhao was not the one who was going to give birth, and finally couldn't help asking: "Aren't you worried? "

"What are you worried about?" Wiping the concoction from the corner of his mouth, Liu Zhaojun gave Bu Jianque a faint look.

"I'm worried that the birth of the holy devil will not be conscious. When the time comes, the devil..." Bu Jianque frowned and couldn't continue.The arrival of the Emperor Abandoned Heaven is more than just a catastrophe for the world?It is also the death calamity of the alien world.

"If he has no consciousness, then he doesn't need to exist." Very plainly, Mr. Liu Zhao propped his head and closed his eyes to rest in a light sleep. He didn't feel that he had said anything terrible, it was just a fact.

Really ruthless.

Bu Jianque took a deep look at Mr. Liuzhao, and it was not surprising that Mr. Liuzhao, who was said to be soft-spoken, could say such words and make such a decision.

The righteousness of the family and the country, Mr. Liuzhao has always regarded the sect more important than himself. How can someone who doesn't even cherish himself be reluctant to give up his blood in exchange for the sect's vitality?

However, when the time comes, will you really be able to do it?

Bu Jianque glanced at Mr. Liuzhao's slightly protruding belly, and didn't mention whether Emperor Qitian would allow Mr. Liuzhao to hurt the birth of the holy demon. He could see that Mr. Liuzhao still developed feelings. This kind of blood relationship, You can't avoid it, you can't escape it, it's just your nature.

Relying on his strong martial arts, Mr. Liu Zhao didn't feel any burden or discomfort, and even his posture changed only a little bit, but he was a little more sleepy than usual, which was caused by the need to operate the martial arts to provide true energy.Generally speaking, even the pregnancy did not bring any trouble to Mr. Liuzhao.

The ten-month period is long and long, three hundred days, more than three thousand six hundred hours.It's short and short, after all, people don't remember years innately, they snap their fingers for a hundred years.

As the deadline approached, Mr. Liu Zhao couldn't maintain his blandness at first, and gradually became anxious. His frowning brows never loosened. The doctor reminded him several times that he needed to maintain a good attitude, but Liu Zhao You can't do it.

He was afraid, afraid of accidents, that the womb of the holy demon was not Zhu Wu; he was afraid that the Emperor Abandoned Heaven would not keep his promise and forcibly occupy the body to come.

I'm still afraid, afraid that my heart will be soft-hearted, and I will develop other feelings for the holy demon embryo, and even in the end, I will keep my hands on the alien demon world because of this, causing Xuanzong's disaster.

At the age of seven months, Mr. Liu Zhao, who was still in a bad mood, was sat in his arms by the Qitian Emperor, having tea together and enjoying a little peace.

The gentle night wind carried the heat of the flame magic city, blowing petals and scattering them all over the courtyard.

This kind of flower seems to be only found in this area. At least Mr. Liuzhao has not seen it in other places in the alien world in the past 300 years. Only the garden of the ghost palace and the courtyard of the bedroom have been seen.

The pale red veins meandering on the white petals are particularly coquettish and eye-catching, like bloodshot, but also a little soft and tender. The flowers and trees under the starry sky are pure and coquettish. Mr. Liu Zhao couldn't help but think of the Yueling flowers all over the mountains and plains in his Yueling Garden Tree.

Emperor Qitian rested his left hand on Mr. Liuzhao's slightly protruding abdomen, and carefully instilled traces of devilish energy into the holy demon's embryo. Seeing Mr. Liuzhao's distraction, he couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

"I miss my Yueling flower tree." Looking up at the flower tree in the courtyard, Mr. Liu Zhao asked, "What kind of tree is this? I've never seen it in a state of misery or a state of Taoism before."

"It's just a mutated acacia." Emperor Qitian glanced at the flower tree, which was a tree mutated from the acacia seeds after absorbing the blood of the magic dragon.

Speaking of the Yueling flower tree, he also thought of Liuzhao Jun’s Yueling tree all over the mountain. The purple petals were pure and crystal clear, very similar to Liu Zhaojun’s eyes back then, full of vitality. Bloom proudly.

The object resembles the main character, Yue Lingshu, indeed very much like Mr. Liuzhao.

Qitiandi also thought of Liuzhaojun's fiery red dress falling in front of him from the stage of Xiangxuefang. He was so enthusiastic and amazing. That red dress dancing posture made him remember for a long time. He was so energetic and proud, and he tried his best. It's like burning yourself.

He hugged Mr. Liuzhao tighter in his hands, he was already in his hands, where else could he run?

One person and one god were thinking about their own thoughts, and a ray of fluctuations emerged from the inside of the holy demon's womb. Jun Liuzhao and Emperor Qitian withdrew their minds at the same time, paying attention to that ray of fluctuations.

awareness.

Mr. Liuzhao finally relaxed his tense mind for a long time. This is the conscious birth of the holy devil!

"I won." The melancholy between his brows dissipated, and he slowly smiled, Liu Zhaojun showed a trace of pride and vitality that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was dressed in red, shining so dazzlingly in the eyes of Emperor Qitian.

"Yes, you won." Emperor Qitian also showed a smile. In fact, he didn't care whether the holy demon embryo was conscious or not, it was just a medium.

Feeling the little life under his palm, Mr. Liu Zhao couldn't help touching it again and again, dissipating the dignity in his heart, and feeling life again. This feeling is very novel and warm. This is a conscious life, a person who can feel The life of one's own joys, sorrows and sorrows.

"You like this child very much." Emperor Qitian looked at Jun Liuzhao's joy, "He will inherit your excellent talent."

Mr. Liuzhao's joy was like a basin of cold water being poured on his head by these words. What is there to be happy about? This will be the next Demon King of the Alien Demon Realm, leading the Alien Demon Realm to conquer the Dao Realm.

What is there to be happy about my own blood conquering the sect that I value most?

Suppressing the smile on his face, Liu Zhaojun looked at Emperor Qitian and said seriously: "No, I don't like it."

"Xuan who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted." Emperor Qitian smiled and didn't care about his attitude.

In ten months, at the hottest time in the Flame Demon City, the birth of the holy demon embryo will be born.

The bedroom, which was burning with incense, was quiet, and there were one or two low-pitched pain sounds from time to time, indicating that there were still people here.

The special status does not allow other people to be present, and Liu Zhaojun will never allow his secrets to be known by others, so there are only Liu Zhaojun and Qitiandi in the empty bedroom.

Liu Zhaojun's face was pale from the pain, his red hair stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and he was in a state of embarrassment. His hands involuntarily tore the brocade quilt on his body. He never thought that giving birth would be so painful.

From the waist down, the body seemed to be no longer my own. The pain made the legs and feet start to convulse, tingling, and the pains alternated back and forth, making it difficult to breathe.

Looking blankly at the bright red gauze curtains around him, Mr. Liu Zhao took a deep breath, each time as if he was exhausting all his strength, holding on to the intervals of labor pains, taking a little rest to ease his pain.

Qi Tiandi sat aside and brushed his sweaty cheeks, reaching out to restrain his uncontrollable scratching hands, to prevent him from hurting himself.

"There is still a while, soon." Emperor Qitian mobilized the demonic energy to help Liu Zhaojun give birth to the mature holy demon embryo as soon as possible, only one step away.

The holy demon fetus in the body began to fall, and the bloody smell in the dormitory gradually dissipated, Liu Zhaojun frowned, the pain now was not as unbearable as before.

Couldn't help arching his body, but was suppressed by Emperor Qitian, warm blood began to flow out of his body, together with the holy demon embryo.

He planned to mobilize his true energy to relieve the pain, but suddenly felt that his true energy was no longer under his control.

wrong!

Barely recovering his mind, Mr. Liu Zhao tried his best to pull back the true essence that was constantly accompanied by the devil's air flow to the holy devil's embryo, but it was useless at all.The excess true energy even dissipated along with the body.

"What are you doing?" Jun Liuzhao stared at Emperor Qitian, angry and unbelievable.

"The birth of a perfect holy demon embryo requires your skills." Emperor Qitian ignored Liu Zhaojun's anger, and the devil energy in his hand pulled Liu Zhaojun's whole body skills to rush to the holy demon embryo as soon as possible. Now, it is no longer necessary This is pure pure holy spirit.

"Let me go!" Liu Zhaojun twisted his hands and struggled hard, but he couldn't stop his body from dissipating.

"Qitiandi, don't make me hate you." Liuzhao Jun stared at Qitiandi closely, he didn't want to hate anyone, his body is the only thing he can rely on for his freedom now, it's just a little short, and he will be able to in a few years He broke through the imprisonment of Emperor Qitian on him.

The movements of Emperor Qitian's hands did not stop, the smell of blood in the room became more intense, and Jun Liuzhao's face became paler, and when the last bit of power was exhausted, the birth of the holy demon was born at the same time.

The loud and clear cry brought Liu Zhao-jun's despair, his body was wet and cold, but Liu Zhao-jun didn't seem to feel it.

"This child's name is Yinzhu Zhuwu." Released the hands that restrained Liu Zhaojun, Emperor Qitian wrapped the healthy child in a small quilt prepared on the side, and didn't care about the blood stains all over his body.

Jun Liuzhao, who has lost his martial arts, is like an ordinary person, even weaker and weaker. There is still the demonic energy suppressed by Emperor Qitian in his body. What it looks like today.

"Get out!" The pale lips spat out evil words for the first time, Liu Zhaojun closed his eyes, and he didn't even have the strength to tremble with anger.

fraud!fraud!Why destroy your hopes one by one!

Ha, the gentleness in the past was just for the sake of the holy devil's birth. He calculated his body and continued to treat himself as a pet to control everything about him!

Liu Zhaojun couldn't help feeling a trace of hatred in his heart.

Hate, this is the most untouchable thing, because it can destroy everything, so Mr. Liuzhao never hated someone easily no matter how sad he was.

Hating someone is too heavy, and you need to torture yourself with your life and time, so Liu Zhaojun is never willing to hate.

But now, he really wants to hate someone, no, God.

"I asked Bu Jianque to take care of you." Holding Zhu Wu, Emperor Qitian also knew that Liu Zhaojun absolutely didn't want to see him now, but he didn't regret it.

The birth of the holy devil's embryo requires all the nutrients of the mother's body. Mr. Liuzhao can live because he is absolutely sure that he can protect his life, but the sacrifice of the body is necessary. However, Mr. Liuzhao will not The body is needed.

Turning around to leave, the black robe resolutely moved away, Qi Tiandi planned to wait for Liu Zhaojun to dissipate a little before talking.

A hot tear fell from the corner of his eye, into his thick hair, and soaked into the pillow.

It's over, do I really want to be imprisoned by the Emperor Abandoned Heaven in the Alien Demon Realm for the rest of my life, unable to do anything but watch 600 years pass, watching Xuanzong and the Alien Demon Realm fight to death, and finally destroy the door?

I will never see Xuanzong's people again, and I can't even save my master, and I can't save Ye Canglan and their tragedy.

It is impossible for Gu Ying to return to the main body consciously until his own body dies and dissipates. This has simply become a shackle to restrain himself, and the main body has become a useless body.

Slowly opening his eyes, Mr. Liu Zhao's eyes fell heavily on the tent, smelling the smell of blood in the air, the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

Now I can only take the last step.

The author has something to say:

The oath of the left hand is returned to the gods, and the freedom of the right hand is left to oneself.This is my favorite sentence in "Star Trails Are the Roads of the Sky", throwing away the shackles of marriage and pursuing one's own freedom.

The people in the group are all devils, and you are all devils.

This is a two-in-one, long chapter. I won’t update it recently. After all, it may be more cruel in the future, so I need to take it easy.

感谢在2020-03-2202：01：15～2020-03-2400：30：21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Xiling Xiling; 1 bottle of Baihuahua Huahua, ink pen, and Huayu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!