Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

The two Xiaoxiu just pretended to be dizzy, Feng indifferently shook his head, didn't bother to care about them, and walked away with potato chips.

After his aura completely disappeared, one of the more courageous Xiaoxiu secretly opened his eyes, looked around, and after confirming that Feng Moran had left, he poked his companion and said, "Stop pretending, get up."

The other slowly opened his eyes, straightened his waist, looked left and right, patted his chest and panted, and said: "I was scared to death, Xianjun has a straight face, and his aura is much scarier than Shengjun!"

"That's, why not be the master of Lord Shengjun. Although his bones were shaved and his cultivation was crippled, he was the number one master in the past after all. This power... Hey, you fainted quickly, Don't care about my life!"

The two people's legs were still weak, and they couldn't stand up for a while, so they turned over and sat down to chat.

One asked: "What do you think the fairy asked us to eat just now?"

The other shivered and said: "Who knows...it must not be a good thing. Recently, Xianjun and Shengjun are very strange. Shengjun doesn't stick to Xianjun anymore, and Xianjun runs out all day without knowing why. What. If you want me to say, our sage-jun was so affectionate to Xianjun before, no matter how much he loves his master and apprentice, how could the sage-jun have no resentment in his heart? Running out all day, maybe he is contacting his former friends and planning to take revenge on our sage-jun. Shengjun also has a big heart, letting his enemies run around, and he doesn't know where to look..."

His companion rushed forward, covered his mouth, looked around in horror, saw no one around, and cursed in a low voice: "You are going to die, you dare to say these words indiscriminately, if someone else hears them, spread them to In Shengjun's ears, do you want your life?!"

Xiaoxiu, who was chewing his tongue, shrank his neck, his back felt cold, and he was afraid for a while, so he quickly shut his mouth.

In the deep and simple hall, the word "Yinxian" hangs high on the plaque, and the brush is like a dragon and snake.

The words on this plaque were written by Feng Moran. After he was imprisoned by Ji Yudao, the other party removed these two words from the bluestone in front of the cave where he originally lived, and hung them on the hall.

Now, the owner of the hall is standing under the handwriting written by himself, sitting under the white jade corridor outside the hall, opening a bag of lemon-flavored potato chips, and sending them to his mouth while staring coldly ahead. .

Leng Rui is just on the surface, Feng Moran is actually just worrying.

He didn't know what attitude he should take to face the person who was waiting for him in the Immortal Palace right now.

Feng Moran loves the calm and kind little apprentice very much.Facing the moody Sage Monarch of the Demonic Dao, Feng Moran directly chose to ignore it.

However, the current question is whether the current Ji Yudao is his obedient and filial apprentice, or the cruel and ruthless sage.

Ah, what a hassle.

Why does the creator god of this world prefer to write emotional dramas?

It’s like some male frequency text, no CP, so it’s okay to cultivate immortals and dominate, and you have to fall in love?

Alas, worry.

During this period of time at Lou Yi’s house, Feng Moran, who had nothing to do but read Internet articles with potato chips in his mouth, looked at the blue sky above his head, with white clouds curling up, lamenting that such a difficult life, only the potato chips in his hand can bring a little comfort.

click click click click click

The crisp sound of chewing potato chips floated far away with the wind.

The demon cultivators of the Holy Demon Immortal Palace hiding in the dark were pale and shivering. One of the more courageous ones endured the chill that ran up his spine following the click, and asked in a low voice: "Is the fairy... is eating food?" What?"

The demon cultivators around shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.

One of the demon cultivators seemed to have something to say, but was very hesitant. After a long time, he raised his hand and said in a low voice, with an ugly expression on his face, "That... I have been to the Abyss of Nine Nethers, and the resentful ghosts in the endless underworld... , when eating human bones, it seems...it seems to be this kind of sound..."

The air seemed to freeze for an instant, and the atmosphere fell into a heavy silence.

"No, it's impossible...that's... a fairy king?" A demon cultivator asked uncertainly.

"Being insulted by his lover, his cultivation level was abolished, his immortal bones were removed, and he was imprisoned for a hundred years..." Another demon cultivator lost his eyesight and muttered.

"Impossible," another demon cultivator was about to cry, covering his face with his hands, and said in horror, "If the fairy king really fell into the devil, even if we didn't notice it, how could the holy king not find it?"

"What if..." a demon cultivator said weakly, "What if... actually... the sage knows... he, he likes the fairy so much... even if he knows that the fairy falls into a demon and becomes a man-eating monster , and won't... and won't give up on him..."

When it said this, a look of enlightenment flashed in the eyes of all the demon cultivators.

That's right, thinking about it this way, Shengjun's recent behavior is indeed a bit weird.In the past, I wanted to tie myself to the fairy, but recently I let the fairy move freely.

If Xianjun really fell into a demon and became a monster, there would be a reasonable explanation for all this.

For the immortal monarch who has fallen into the devil, the holy monarch naturally does not have to worry about him escaping all the time.What's more, when human beings fall into demons and turn into monsters, they usually lose their minds. It is very possible that the current fairy is no different from a pet who obeys the sage.

There was sincere admiration on the faces of the demon cultivators.

The holy king is worthy of being a holy king, and his methods are really amazing.

The "pet" Feng Moran didn't know that after eating potato chips, he was turned into a monster that eats people and gnaws bones. After eating a bag of potato chips, he felt that if he continued to worry, there would be no result. After removing the crumbs of snacks stained by his fingertips, he put the whisk lightly in his arms, got up and walked into the Yinxian Temple.

The hall was empty, and when he walked into the bedroom, he saw the grown-up Ji Yudao, that man with a vicious reputation resounding through the six realms, but now the pale man who looked like a frightened little daughter-in-law was still kneeling in front of Feng Moran's bed.

From the moment Feng Moran stepped into the Holy Demon Immortal Palace, he knew that the master was back.But he didn't dare to take the initiative to look for it, and he didn't even dare to stand up. He could only endure the anxiety of seeing the other party, and waited for Feng Moran to come to see him on his own initiative.

As a disciple, what he has done to his master, even if he is cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and his soul is wiped out with five thunders, it is not enough to pay for his sins.

However, compared to Feng Moran's censure, resentment, and punishment, what he fears most in his heart is his most cherished master, who remains indifferent to his confession, and abandons him without hesitation. From then on, he will never see each other again period.

However, the current Ji Yudao has lost the courage to make mistakes again and again, and simply make one mistake to the end.The fear of losing Feng Moran and the pain of hurting the other party were in a tug-of-war in his heart, and in the end the latter prevailed, making him finally choose to repent and let go.

No one knows how desperate he was when Feng left indifferently this morning, and when he sensed the other person's breath just now, how much effort did he expend to not rush out immediately and appear in front of that person , hugged him tightly in his arms, and never let go.