All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

Hearing this, Jing Zhou's expression froze, he thought carefully about the young man's words, but he had no clue.

Did the other party realize that he was not the original owner?It shouldn't be, after all, the two were not familiar with each other before, so it is more reasonable to realize that they are the twins of the Qi family.

"I'll take it seriously," the young man continued to murmur, "Leaving aside the relationship between identity, marriage contract, and Taoist couple, in fact, Sect Master Jing doesn't care about me, right?"

He calmly changed his address to Sect Master Jing.

The autumn night was windy and cold, and the boy's red clothes were hunting and moving in the moonlight, which was a bit dazzling.

Jing Zhou silently opened the barrier to stop the wind.

He poured himself a glass of wine in silence, drank it, and still didn't speak.

The boy waited for a while, smiled to himself, pushed the empty cup over, and signaled Jing Zhou to refill the wine.

At the same time, the temperature of the barrier was adjusted very high by Jing Zhou, warming up the boy's perennially cold fingertips.

"Is it right?"

"Where?" Jing Zhou looked at the moon, knowing that this was a proposition of Taoism, he was extra cautious, but calm on his face, "I just don't know how to say it."

The young man glanced at him lightly, and lowered his eyes: "You can say whatever you want, is it so difficult?"

Jing Zhou nodded solemnly: "It's difficult, if I tell the truth, you may not be willing to believe it, and then it will appear that I am very hypocritical."

There was always no sincerity on the boy's face: "Really? Then tell me?"

"In the beginning, I followed the way of heaven and agreed to this marriage. I really didn't think too much about it. I just regarded it as fulfilling the duties of the mountain guard. I didn't intend to really invest in my feelings. I just wanted to do what I should do and make no mistakes. .”

After a pause, Jing Zhou smiled, a little self-deprecating against the moonlight: "Who knew that after a month, my mood would change so quickly, I was a little at a loss."

In fact, Jing Zhou knew that the original owner had already been moved by Yu Ci, but he didn't understand the details, and it was inconvenient to reveal this emotion, otherwise it would be easy to reveal his secrets, so he had to make a mistake and change the character script by himself.

The boy's voice was still neutral: "What has changed?"

Jing Zhou looked at him. At this moment, everything is still and the wind is still and the moon is bright, which sets off the atmosphere very well. He only needs to ponder for a moment, move his throat, and create an illusion that he hesitates to speak.

"I think that so-called catastrophe is really good."

"..."

"Without Elder Xuandu's absurd words, how could I marry you home?"

Jing Zhou's acting skills were flawless, and there was a momentary blankness on the boy's face.

After a while, he returned to his usual calmness: "Brother Zhou, I really can't believe it easily."

"Really? I said you wouldn't believe it," Jing Zhou shook the jug confidently, glanced at the 1-point increase in favorability, satisfied in his heart, and then looked at the expressionless expression in his eyes. The young man felt a little teasing, so he went all out to tease him, "Xi'er, can I discuss something with you?"

"You said."

"Can I borrow your leg to lie down?" He yawned in a timely manner, and moved towards the boy.

The young man frowned imperceptibly, and after a long time, he slightly curled his lips, and said hello in a short and soft voice.

Although the sound was as soft as a whisper, the gentle tone concealed the meaning of killing. Jing Zhou was agitated, and he did not dare to pretend to be a demon to separate the relationship: "Forget it, forget it, tease you... eh... wait...!"

Before he finished speaking, the other party caught off guard and held his head down, pressing him onto his lap. Jing Zhou straightened up and wanted to sit up, but the more he struggled, the harder the other party said: "Brother Zhou wants a knee pillow, I There's no reason not to."

"..." The other party's fingers were cold and soft, but they made Jing Zhou's ears hurt and hot. He complained that there was a bit of nephrite jade on the knee pillow, and it was clearly like two people fighting and being tortured.

The young man smiled lowly, and added more strength in a low voice: "Relax, we will fall off the roof if the trouble continues."

"Xi'er, it's okay." Jing Zhou was pressed on his thigh, with a distorted expression and sincerely admitted his mistake, "I was wrong."

"wrong?"

"Well, I shouldn't be talking nonsense."

Only then did the boy let go, and smiled: "In Brother Zhou's eyes, am I so scary?"

"No, no, no, no..." Jing Zhou denied it sharply, thinking that you are not terrible, and if you make a joke, you will admit your mistake. The degree of revenge is clearly more terrifying than that of the Hedong lion. Come here suddenly, and be his Taoist partner I'm afraid that he will end up dead without a whole body.

But the other party was his attack target, and he couldn't seriously use his spiritual power to blow the boy apart. He was afraid of falling in his hands and melting in his mouth, so he could only let him toss and bully him.

Jing Zhou subconsciously glanced at the favorability level, and it has increased by 1 point, and the little bastard is shaking.

Just as Jing Zhou was about to sit up, the young man pressed down with his hand again, but this time he didn't use much force: "Stop making trouble, just lie down for a while."

Jing Zhou's heart, whose face was forced to stick to the opponent's thigh, jumped untimely, and then jumped again, the rhythm was obviously much faster than usual, and the cheeks and ears were also a little hot.

Probably the temperature of the barrier has been raised...Jing Zhou thought so, but it is not easy to lower the temperature, worrying about the boy catching a cold.

"What are you afraid of? I won't beat you anymore," the boy said, taking out a silk cloth and gently wiping Jing Zhou's sweaty forehead, "Hot?"

Jing Zhou tried his best to make himself look more relaxed. He slightly bent his waist and pillowed on the boy's lap: "It's the first knee pillow, I'm nervous."

The young man sneered and said, "I advise you to say less, because if you say something wrong later, I should change my mind and beat you up."

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Jing Zhou also smiled, feeling drowsy with a smile, he lay quietly on the opponent's lap, rubbing against it from time to time, it was soft and cool, and in all fairness he was too comfortable to move his face away.

He yawned again, the moonlight was blurred through the tears that flowed out, the fabric on his pillow outlined the lines of the boy's legs like running water, it was bright red and soft, it looked like blood after a long time with wet eyes .

The drowsiness surged like a tide, slowly rising up, submerging him in the clear moonlight and striking red.

He has never been so sleepy since he became Sect Master Jing through the book...

"Sect Master Jing, do you like me?"

"Um…"

Jing Zhou's consciousness gradually drifted away, and the words that got into his ears became ethereal.

"What if I'm not Yu Ci?"

"Ok?"

"I'm not Yu Ci, do you still like me?"

"It depends..." Jing Zhou's voice gradually dropped, and the young man leaned closer to listen, "It depends on...the face."

Unexpected answer, the boy was stunned for a long time, then smiled.

"I am more than a hundred times prettier than this Yu Ci."

You just wait and see, if you live to make it to that day.

It's a pity that Jing Zhou couldn't hear it and fell asleep.