How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

"Chonghua..."

This call was so heavy that Jian Shou actually felt sad.

Jian Shou felt confused because of his strange reaction. He knelt on the ground and looked up at him. His eyes, like the vast starry sky, were full of unknown meaning.

The man's brows and eyes were very sharp, as if he was tense, and his handsome and extraordinary face was full of vicissitudes.

At this time, his eyes seemed to be turbulent, like a pool of stagnant water, Jian Shou thought he was looking at another person through himself.

Looking at the young man, Wan Chenghou was suddenly filled with emotion.

Very similar, really similar, but no matter how similar he is, he is not the Chonghua he wants after all.

All the emotions in Wan Chenghou's eyes disappeared, and he finally regained his original coldness and majesty.

He squatted down, stretched out his hand to lift Jian Shou's chin, looked at it carefully, but his expression was very calm.

Wan Chenghou's voice was very deep, and he didn't sound angry, he asked: "Name, family."

Jian Shou was pinched on his chin, feeling restricted, he slightly lowered his eyelids to look directly at him, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Jian Shou, Jian's family in Yunyang."

"Yunyang Jian's family..." Wan Chenghou repeated his words in a low voice, a light flashed in his eyes very quickly and then disappeared instantly.

He rubbed his fingertips against the red fingerprints on Jian Shou's chin, then he let go and stood up again: "He who was born with a cauldron and planted a red luan blood Gu will not die well."

Like a thunderbolt, Jian Shou was trembling with anger, he tried his best to stand up, his voice was full of disbelief: "You said that I was planted with red luan blood gu by your people!"

A pair of winking eyes were full of anger at this time, but they were wonderfully beautiful.

Wan Chenghou glanced at him and turned around. At this time, someone came in and carried out the body and the handsome young man who had been frightened.

The servant with a numb face was wiping the dirt off Wan Qihou's body. With his back to Jian Shou, he put on a kirin brocade suit.

He said nonchalantly: "The Red Luan Blood Gu is not a cheap thing, but why you want to use it on your body, then I have to ask what kind of physique you are?"

Of course Jian Shou knew that the Red Luan Blood Gu was not a cheap thing, but a priceless treasure. It was because he knew that he was afraid.

He muttered in a daze, "They say I am... Jiuyin Hanmai."

Nine Yin cold pulses?Wan Chenghou turned around and walked towards Jian Shou, pulling off his collar at the back of his neck, Jian Shou stretched out his hand to push, but was stopped by Wan Chenghou: "Don't move!"

Still under coercion, Jian Shou couldn't move even if he wanted to, so he could only let him tear off his collar with a sad face.

On the originally smooth and white back of the neck was a small red slender pattern, like a crawling snake or a bunch of monster fire.

Wan Chenghou already understood, but when he loosened his neckline, he saw Jian Shou's expression of looking at death like home, and couldn't help but find it funny.

Jokingly said: "What do you think I will do to you? Don't be sentimental."

The coercion disappeared, but Jian Shou was blushed by Wan Chenghou's warning. He naturally thought that he was going to do that dirty thing to him, and then absorb his mana and essence.

Wan Chenghou understood the young man's thoughts. He really needed such a top-quality cauldron to repair his body, but how could he attack someone who was so similar to Chonghua?

Even if it's just similar, he will be reluctant.

Wan Chenghou: "I won't do anything to you, but from now on, you can only be a member of Wusi Pavilion forever."

Jian Shou: "Impossible! I was going to Taiming Peak to practice swordsmanship, so how can I stay in this place of magic training forever!"

Wan Chenghou grabbed Jian Shou's neck and said harshly: "I'm not discussing with you, please don't refute my words!"

In recent years, he has become more and more unable to control the violence in his body. For example, he wants to strangle Jian Shou to death now.

Because the boy couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth helplessly, and he could clearly see the rosy tip of his tongue inside.

His fingers tightened inch by inch, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. He subconsciously wanted to let go, but he couldn't let go.

Jian Shou's eyes were flushed, and a drop of hot physiological tears fell on Wan Chenghou's skin, and then he finally woke up and let go.

After regaining the air, Jian Shou immediately coughed uncomfortablely while clutching his bruised neck.

Wan Chenghou looked at the hunched man in front of him, his hands clenched into fists by his sides, as if he had hurt Chonghua.

Finally, he slowed down his tone: "The Red Luan Blood Gu was cultivated in Wusi Pavilion, you won't let it reveal your physique if you stay here, but you will be discovered by monks all over the world immediately when you go out."

Jian Shou held back his cough and listened to him continue.

"You should know how tempting the cauldron planted with the Red Luan Blood Gu is to monks. If you go out, no one will be able to keep you."

Jian Shou said bitterly: "Then why don't you help me take out this Gu worm?"

Wan Chenghou: "Once the Red Luan Blood Gu is planted, it cannot be taken out unless the host dies."

Jian Shou smiled sarcastically, and looked at him with disgust: "Then how can you guarantee that I won't be treated as a cauldron here in Wusi Pavilion, and why would you help me?"

Those eyes that were very similar to Chonghua were full of disgust for him, making Wan Chenghou want to goug them out.

In the end, I compromised by myself: "I am an old friend of your ancestor... and from now on, in Wusi Pavilion, no one except me will know that you are a person of the Nine Yin Cold Veins planted with the Red Luan Blood Gu."

The man's promise has no basis at all, but Jian Shou feels inexplicably heavy as a mountain, as if he is not talking to him.

So by accident, he said, "Let me think about it."

On the fifteenth day of this month, there was a strong wind, and Jian Shou curled up on the bed panting in pain. He did not expect the "illness" to occur so quickly that he was caught off guard.

The Red Luan Blood Gu is an extremely evil thing specially made for the cauldron. It can turn a normal person into a lowly prostitute who longs to be violated. It will attack at the fifteenth day of every month.

However, once a Gu planter has intercourse with someone, he will be fatally injured, and the higher the cultivation level, the more torture he will suffer.

Jian Shou was burned red all over by the desire and fire in his body. He tore open his clothes and kept comforting his body. Three thousand black hairs were scattered, like an intertwined net that could not be untied.

His legs were clenched and rubbed together, and the unspeakable place under his body was itching, making him long for something to poke in hard, and poke in again.

After realizing his disgusting thoughts, Jian Shou whimpered pitifully, but still couldn't control himself, he even stretched his fingers under his body, wanting to poke in by himself.

When Wan Chenghou opened the door, he saw such an obscene picture of eroticism. His bones were like jade, his skin was like snow, and his melodious voice was so captivating. The young man struggled helplessly on the bed.

It was so beautiful, so beautiful that it was suffocating, Wan Chenghou walked over and hugged him.

The person in his arms has a perfect figure, his tossing and moaning is like a phoenix on fire, but the shackles are too heavy to spread its wings.

For a moment, he was afraid that he would fall into hell.

Jian Shou's consciousness has been blurred now, and suddenly someone approached, as if an emergency antidote appeared.

He hurriedly hooked the other party's neck, and kept rubbing his cheeks upwards, his misty eyes full of mist, begging for it.

"Don't move!" He yelled, without emotion, suppressing the familiar trembling in his heart.

Jian Shou regained consciousness for a moment in a trance, and was thrown into a bucket of cold water the next second!

The sudden coldness made Jian Shou tremble from the cold, his hand was held, Jian Shou seemed to know that it was Wan Qihou.

The whole body was the only source of warmth, so Jian Shou held it tightly and dared not let go.

Wan Chenghou began to channel his internal energy, gradually suppressing Jian Shou's desire in his body, but the devilish energy also entered his body.

Jian Shou felt the devilish energy in his blood that did not belong to him, and suddenly despaired, so he could never go back, right?

In just a few days, he changed from a talented swordsman of the family to a lewd and evil cauldron mixed with devilish energy.

He could have a bright future and live an upright life all his life, but now he can't leave the place of demon cultivation for eternity and hides in a lowly place.

However, I still have to live on, even if this life is an ordeal.

"I figured it out, I'll stay here."

Wan Chenghou was surprised that he made up his mind so quickly, he was silent for a while, and said, "I can personally take you back to Jian's house in Yunyang as a farewell."

"No need." Since there is no fate, there is no need to meet again.

Thinking of this, Jian Shou brought on a crying voice: "But I miss that sycamore tree..."

The boy's voice was too sad, Wan Chenghou felt distressed, it was a long-lost emotion.

"If you want, I will bring it for you."

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The person who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness, Ku noticed it, and quickly stepped forward to help him sit up.

Jian Shou glanced at him sideways, his eyes were full of indifference and nothingness.

Ku Tukai knelt down: "My lord, do you feel well?"

Jian Shou didn't answer his words, but asked self-consciously: "Has the phoenix tree outside the house bloomed?"

Ku hurriedly said: "It bloomed on time, very prosperous."

Jian Shou murmured, "So it's been five years."

Ku lowered his head, the five years the master said, probably means that the former pavilion master has passed away for five years.

Jian Shou stood up and let Ku dress and tie his hair for him. The dark purple auspicious cloud silk dress was thin but more elegant.

A white jade hairpin was inserted obliquely on her head, and the corners of her eyes were bright red... Ku carefully lowered her eyes.

Jian Shou stepped out of the house, and what caught his eyes was a tree full of light pink sycamore flowers, covered with swaying drapes.

A petal floated in front of Jian Shou, he stretched out his hand to catch it, and a thin piece landed in the palm of Yingrun's hand.

Jian Shou looked at it quietly for a while, then closed his fingers, and when he opened them again, the petals had already been turned into powder, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

"I'm going to the forbidden area in the back mountain, you don't have to follow."

Ku knew that if he didn't have to, he couldn't. Although the danger in the back mountain made him very worried about the master, he could only stop at the same place and watch the master's back as he left.

The back mountain of Wusi Pavilion is shrouded in miasma and dense fog all the year round. Even a powerful person can't peek into it carefully. In addition, the mountain is full of all kinds of poisonous exotic flowers and wild plants. Big monsters appear.

Over time, this place has become a forbidden area in the Wusi Pavilion, and it is impossible to enter without a special teleportation formation, and it is also impossible to come out.

In the bushes, the front of a strong money tiger was slightly poised and ready to go. Its eyes glowed with a predatory green light, and its sharp teeth were exposed.

The place where the eyes locked was a wild child in ragged clothes. His exposed limbs were very thin, and his skin was full of mud stains. His messy and knotted hair covered a small face, only showing a pair of fierce Eyes as fierce as a wolf.

Money Liehu is a mid-level monster, and it has never encountered any food that it can't handle. Finally, it couldn't wait any longer, jumped up with a long roar, and rushed towards the child!

A roar of a monster was deafening, making people feel terrified and disgusted.

Wan Tengjue clenched the polished stone knife in his hand, yelled and rushed over!

After all, Qian Liehu is a mid-level monster. No matter how rich Wan Tujue's actual combat experience is, he is no match for this beast without a magic weapon.

After his right shoulder was scratched again by the sharp tiger's claw, Wan Tengjue knew that he would definitely die if he didn't make a dangerous move.

His pupils were faintly red, and Danfeng's eyes were full of hatred. He has lived like a beast for so long, and now he must not just die like this!

Pedaling his legs hard on the stone, he intentionally scratched Qian Liehu's pain-sensitive back neck when he jumped to the ground, which unexpectedly irritated him, and the pain made Liehu's eyes dilate completely.

It turned its head suddenly, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Wan Tujue's thigh with a big mouthful. Its longest and sharpest teeth pierced into his flesh.

The severe pain almost made Wan Tengjue faint. He clenched his teeth and stabbed Qian Liehu in the head.

"Web! Web! Web!" After several stabs in a row, Wan Tengjue stabbed the dead tiger fiercely like an evil spirit, and made a "hehe" sound from his throat.

Blood foam splashed on his body and face, bloody and weird at the same time.

In the end, due to excessive blood loss, Wan Tujue fell straight on the ground as soon as his legs gave up. He was clearly conscious, but he just had no strength, and he was so tired that he couldn't even move a finger.

At this time, the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly came from his ear, and he turned his head to look. How long has it been since he saw a living person?

The man was dressed in purple, the belt was fluttering but not stained with a speck of dust, his eyes moved upwards, and there was a face that was all over the world, the indifferent expression was still very beautiful.

He is handsome, but he is in a mess, that is, two people, two worlds.

Wan Tengjue held his breath and watched him approach, and then he was carried into his arms without being too messy.

Five years have passed, and the child should be 13 years old, but because of malnutrition, he looks less than ten years old, and his weight is naturally pitifully light.

"He is your father's cauldron, male favorite!"

"He is arrogant because of his favor, and he has evil intentions, devouring all the forces in Wusi Pavilion!"

"He killed your father while he was seriously injured, but he himself took the position of Pavilion Master!"

Wan Tengjue's eyes were full of cold darkness, he put his head on the man's neck, and the tip of his nose was filled with that man's unique fragrance.

Refreshing but ultimately a poison that seduces people's hearts. He asked hoarsely, "Are you here to save me?"

Jian Shou's expression remained unchanged, and the indifference in his tone did not change. He said, "I'll take you out."

Satisfied, Wan Tengjue blinked his eyes, and a drop of red blood dripped from his eyelashes, and an innocent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's good, I'll have a chance to kill you...

From now on, Wan Tujue's only obsession is to kill Jian Shou.

Or, life is worse than death.