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

The red candles are shining brightly inside the house, and the rain outside is continuous.

The candle flame flickered, two candle tears fell down, and a human face was vaguely reflected in the bronze mirror.

This person was born with beautiful bones and a clear face, as bright as jade, but his pale face became more and more clear against the red background of the room full of flowers, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Even if it turned into ashes, he would recognize this face!

There was a chill in the boy's eyes. He raised his hand to himself in the mirror, raised his chin slightly and clenched his teeth. His five fingers were stuck on Cibai's neck, tightening more and more...until the veins on his forehead burst out, and his pale face became sickly. The blush, the coldness in the eyes also turned into dense water mist due to lack of oxygen...

The neck is thin and fragile, as long as you exert a little more strength, as long as you can endure the pain of lack of oxygen... Breathing is cut off a little bit, and there is a brief blankness in consciousness.

He paused, the strength in his hand gradually lost, the hand stuck at Adam's apple finally slipped, because of the lack of oxygen, he began to breathe heavily, his chest heaved violently...

The young man was panting on the table, his hands hanging down clenched into fists.

After panting for a while, he raised his head again and stared at himself in the mirror with red eyes. There were five finger marks on his neck, which were particularly shocking on his porcelain-white skin.

He wanted to kill the face in the mirror, but he wanted to live even more.

After all, rebirth returns.

There is nothing better than being alive.

Now he is Yu Ci, the Taoist companion of Sect Master Jing.

Thinking about it this way, even though the skin was a bit disgusting, things became interesting.

It was just a spur of the moment...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the smile on his face in the mirror gradually became harder, and then he waved his hand, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground, echoing in the rainy night of early autumn.

That good-looking and familiar face disappeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see it without seeing it!

Only one wing room in Haitangwu was lit, and the warm yellow light fell through the window paper into the continuous rain curtain, swaying faintly at the end of the corridor.

Jing Zhou walked through the corridor, and the distance between four or five wing rooms made him walk almost a century.

In the absence of system prompts, he conceived various possibilities along the way. This kind of routine of marriage first and love later would not allow him to actually bridal chamber on the night of the bridal chamber. Unrequited love, erroneous errands, and then mind-to-heart communication, can we go straight to the theme and achieve great harmony in life.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he was not the one who should be nervous, but Yu Ci.

Jing Zhou stopped in front of their wedding room, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when he heard a bang, his hand stopped.

The candlelight flickered, and Jing Zhou's shadow also shook.

Yu Ci in the room is smashing something?He was a little dazed all of a sudden, neither advancing nor retreating, while hesitating, the people in the room saw his shadow standing outside the door and spoke——

"Sect Master Jing, please come in."

Jing Zhou hesitated for a moment, pushed the door open and entered.

He lowered his head, glanced at the bronze mirror that fell by the door, his eyelids twitched, and bent to pick it up: "I'm not feeling well to marry you for your sister?"

The tone is very natural and gentle, even mixed with a little bit of bland smile, just like an elder comforting a younger generation who is just new and anxious.

The moment he raised his eyes, he saw the young man's appearance clearly by the dim candlelight. As he expected, the third young master Yu was a sickly beauty who was on the verge of breaking. Let those who see it feel compassionate.

The face of the young man in the red wedding dress froze, and then he smiled faintly, his clear peach eyes slightly curved, and the beautiful profile of his profile fell into Jing Zhou's eyes: "Sect Master Jing misunderstood, In the Shen family of Jiulin City, no one really regards me as the third son, and it is my voluntary choice to become a Taoist partner with Sect Master Jing, and it is not uncomfortable."

He described himself as a miserable heroine whose original family was unhappy and wished she could get married sooner.

Unexpectedly, Third Young Master Yu was so daring to say so. Jing Zhou was surprised. He was thinking about whether to say something, but the other party spoke again: "It's just that I have lost my spiritual veins and suffer from long-term illness. I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to cultivate. You need to be patient for a while."

As he spoke, he tightened his collar to cover the finger marks floating on his neck.

Jing Zhou saw his small movements, and naturally took the movement of pulling up his collar as a defense.

This Yu Ci is not simple, it seems that the sickness is actually very serious, a few words can draw a clear line between each other, clearly understand - I am not not fulfilling my obligations as a Taoist companion, but I am not willing to double cultivation with you for the time being, you want to fuck me Let's wait for the bed first.

If Yu Ci was really a well-behaved and weak little white lotus, Jing Zhou might treat him as a tool man, and he could complete the task as a machine for gaining affection for Mo De, but now it seems that Yu Ci's role is much more interesting than he expected up.

Jing Zhou smiled inwardly, and waited, anyway, he didn't really want to sleep.

"Young Master Yu, don't worry, I won't sleep on the bed tonight, I'll sleep on the floor."

"It's not necessary, I believe that Sect Master Jing is a man."

Jing Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and frankly met the young man's slightly provocative gaze, secretly laughing in his heart that this guy said he believed, but his words and eyes were full of guard against temptation.

"It's okay, I'm not used to sleeping on the same couch with other people." Jing Zhou pursed his lips, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and even his eyebrows and eyes were a little unserious.

He is very clear about his purpose. He, who wants to fall in love with this person in front of him, doesn't just go straight to bed.

Jing Zhou put the bronze mirror back on the table, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp, the young man watched quietly, then suddenly got up and rolled up his wide red sleeves, and held the wine cup to Jing Zhou.

"Xianmen doesn't care about the secular stuff, is it possible to use this instead of the wine?"

Jing Zhou was slightly stunned, the young man lowered his eyes, his eyes just met his own shadow in the wine cup, and he moved his eyes impatiently.

Seeing that Jing Zhou didn't pick it up, he smiled bitterly: "I'm also the one that Sect Master Jing announced to the world to marry back to Xuanji Mountain, so it's okay to have a drink, right? Or is Sect Master Jing worried that I've tampered with and murdered my husband?"

"Young Master Yu is joking." Jing Zhou took the wine cup, and his finger touched the young man's fingertips inadvertently, colder than Qi Wusuo.

After being touched, the young man changed his previous calm attitude and withdrew his hand as if being scalded by a tongue of fire. If Jing Zhou hadn't held it firmly, the wine would have spilled.

For a moment, he saw the panic of the other party.

Afraid of being touched by me to this point?Do you want to show off your face?

So it turned out that Jing Zhou didn't have any feelings of pity and pity, but he became more and more energetic when he wanted to attack such a person.

It's just... he still has lingering fears about his anorexia.

For the past six months, he has not been able to eat anything except tea, and even wine and milk. This time, I'm afraid...

He tried to raise the wine cup to his lips, a miracle happened, the familiar feeling of nausea did not wake up, Jing Zhou managed to drain the wine in the glass in one gulp, under the gaze of the young man.

Jing Zhou picked up another clean wine cup, filled it up, and handed it to the young man as well, smiling: "From now on, you will make this place your home."

Although the boy had a smile on his face, the smile seemed to be frozen on the corner of his lips, and his voice was also a little cold: "Okay."

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After laying bedding and blankets on the ground, Jing Zhou put out the candles, and Hong Yanyan's wedding room sank in darkness.

The rain was getting heavier, crackling on the window, and the damp and cold air seeped into the room. Jing Zhou heard the person on the bed behind cover his mouth and cough lightly, so he hooked his fingers and used his spiritual power to increase the room temperature.

The room warmed up, and the boy who huddled up on the couch gradually stopped coughing.

Jing Zhou now has free time to adapt to this body.

After transmigrating, he used the original owner's body. Sect Master Jing was about the same height as him, with a clear and handsome face, strong character, and a standard appearance of a born fairy.

Good-looking is pretty good-looking, but Jing Zhou dislikes this face as too bland and has no memory.

After all, he is the main character, why is he so careless?Forget it, this is the master's acceptance text, and the one on the bed is the little ancestor.

Although his face was dissatisfied, Sect Master Jing was a cultivator after all. Jing Zhou tried to slow down his breathing, and his blood circulated through several small Kunluns. Suddenly, he felt light in body and sharp in mind.

This feeling of being reborn is very different from that of a mortal who is bound by a heavy body.

Jing Zhou gradually entered into a state of ecstasy in the ups and downs of the sea of ​​qi, he forgot the hunger that followed him everywhere, and he also forgot that he was in the wedding room, and the Taoist couple sleeping in naked clothes was sleeping three steps away from him.

At five o'clock, the boy on the couch began to cough violently, and the horrific cough brought Jing Zhou back to reality from the trance state.

"Young Master Yu, what's the matter?"

Jing Zhou got up and lit the lamp, and saw the people on the couch huddled together, their backs were trembling because of coughing, it was very pitiful.

"Cough, cough...cough..." The boy was blocked by coughing and couldn't say a word.

Jing Zhou poured a cup of tea, warmed it with spiritual energy, and brought it to the side of the couch. He was about to help Yu Ci who was coughing, but when his hand touched the other's shoulder, the child visibly trembled, and his back became stiff under his hands. Too obvious disgust.

Jing Zhou withdrew his hand tactfully: "Can you sit up? Drink some tea and press down."

The young man let go of his hand covering his lips, Jing Zhou saw his palm was bright red, and there were bloodstains all over his pillow, his heart sank.

Isn't it too real for this sick and weak beauty to be set up by others?He vomited blood unambiguously.

Regardless of the young man's physical nausea, Jing Zhou put his hands on the other's back, and while transmitting spiritual power, the young man's cough finally subsided a little, his face turned pale and blue, reflected by the blood on the corners of his lips. It's not like a living person.

He pursed his lips, and took a sip of warm tea with Jing Zhou's hand.

Seeing that he had breathed a sigh of relief, Jing Zhou hurriedly tore off the blood-stained pillow towel, and brought the sink again: "Wash your hands, then dry them."

The young man did as he said, and found that the water in the washbasin was warm. He was stunned, and he didn't know if he was exhausted by a violent cough. Well-behaved, she sat quietly on the couch and let Jing Zhou do the work.

"You've been sick for many years?" Jing Zhou didn't rest his hands, he pulled out a new pillow towel and put it on for him.

The dying boy lay down again, and nodded vaguely.

Jing Zhou changed his previous idyllic attitude, tucked up the quilt for him, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, we will take care of it slowly."

He has clearly entered into the role of Sect Master Jing's favorite companion.

Because he coughed too hard just now, the boy's eyes were clouded with mist, and Lihua half-opened his eyes in the rain. He pondered for a long time: "Why?"

"Huh?" Jing Zhou was busy tidying up the blood-stained pillow towel on the floor, not distracted.

"Why do you treat me like this?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.

Jing Zhou understood now, but deliberately teased him: "So, what do you mean?"

The boy looked at him, speechless.

Jing Zhou smiled: "A few hours ago, we just drank Hebei wine, what do you think? Who should I treat better than you?"

Saying that, Jing Zhou put on his outer robe and looked around for an umbrella.

The young man lying on the couch paused, his face was scalded, not red, he couldn't turn red when he was so sick.

He pondered for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jing Zhou finally found an old umbrella, opened it and tried it, and it still works.

"Go see a doctor for you." He said as a matter of course.

The boy couldn't hide his surprise in his tone: "Now?"

Jing Zhou was even more surprised: "Otherwise? You have a cough like this, can you delay?"

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, and the wind and rain blew into the house. The rain fell all night and the sky became cooler.