Rebel Monk [Rebirth]

When Bai Qianxing woke up again, his surroundings were pitch dark, his body was limp and weak, and he felt like a big iron pillar bound his hands and feet behind him.There was gradually some fire in front of his eyes, and Bai Qianxing was a little hard to adapt, and it took him a long time to see the face of the person who came.

Du Liao walked in holding a small lamp, brought the candle close, and illuminated Bai Qianxing's appearance from top to bottom, and said, "I didn't expect you to have such great power in my disciple's heart."

Bai Qianxing struggled to utter a few words: "Master...he...how is he?"

Du Liao said: "You have hurt him so badly, how dare you ask how he is doing now?!"

During this period of coma, Bai Qianxing gradually remembered the good things he did when his consciousness was controlled: "I am controlled by someone, I really don't want to hurt the leader. I want to see him, take me to see him!"

Du Liao was not angry because Bai Qianxing hurt Huo Jiyan, nor was he worried because Huo Jiyan was turned into a demon, he lived like an outsider, making it unpredictable: "I am afraid that Ah Yan is not even who you are now. If you know him, he won't come to see you."

After finishing speaking, he left the dungeon and walked towards Huo Jiyan's palace.

Huo Jiyan has already fully remembered every bit of him when he was the leader, including his character, and now he has to report to him even if he wants to see him.

Du Liao looked at him, the pain in his brows was deeply hidden, on the surface, it seemed that he was just admiring a work of his own.Afterwards, he took out the funeral flower drum from his cuff, handed it to Huo Jiyan, and said: "It has returned to its original owner."

Huo Jiyan took the funeral flower drum: "How did you get it?"

Du Liao said: "In this world, as long as your master wants it, you can get it."

Huo Jiyan smiled softly, put the funeral flower drum close to his palm and put it away: "Brother, since I'm back, it's immoral to still pretend to be my master."

Du Liao had no choice but to smile awkwardly, and didn't take the difference in titles to heart.Then he left sensibly.

Huo Jiyan remembered many things, but he did not forget the meeting and acquaintance with Bai Qianxing. On the contrary, every movement and every expression of Bai Qianxing was very clear.After Duliao left, he went to the dungeon.

As soon as Bai Qianxing heard the footsteps, he felt the teacher's breath approaching him, but the dungeon was too dark, he couldn't see the teacher's appearance at all, so he could only call out the teacher one after another.

Bai Qianxing: "Master, I have been controlled by warm words, she wants to kill you. I'm sorry..."

Huo Jiyan approached, stepped on the steps of the Burning Pillar, and was at the same level as Bai Qianxing: "Xiaobai, I remember you told me not to believe you. I didn't listen, and even believed it over and over again. Why are you?"

Bai Qianxing didn't answer.

Huo Jiyan continued: "Because you will always be mine, and you will never escape from my palm!"

As soon as the last word was clanged, the candles in the dungeon lit up one by one, illuminating the two people facing each other.Huo Jiyan took another step closer: "Do you think I look like your leader?"

Bai Qianxing could feel that the hostility in the leader's body was particularly strong, and he didn't want to disobey him, so he just nodded.

Huo Jiyan said again: "Then are you still like Gu Hufa back then?"

Bai Qianxing opened his eyes and looked at Huo Jiyan, and shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry."

Huo Jiyan stroked Bai Qianxing's face, and Bai Qianxing stopped shaking his head: "I'm sorry, why don't you come back to me as a reviewer, don't you want to?"

Bai Qianxing was unwilling, the leader had never liked Gu Hufa, only teasing and teasing, but the leader really liked Bai Qianxing, he didn't want to turn back to protect the law, become a plaything of the leader.

Huo Ji was tired of seeing Bai Qianxing's face full of reluctance, but he didn't get angry. He grabbed Bai Qianxing's chin with one hand, leaned on tiptoes, and repeated the same trick on Bai Qianxing's neck, biting down on Bai Qianxing's neck. The blood on the tip of the tongue spread to Bai Qianxing, and at the end he licked the wound and healed it intimately, leaving an ambiguous hickey.Then, on Bai Qianxing's forehead, a three-petaled red lotus bloomed.

Huo Jiyan smiled contentedly: "I can't escape now."

Then lightly jumped off the burning body pillar, laughed wildly all the way out.

He still loves Bai Qianxing, but this kind of love, mixed with the temperament of the original leader, has become a little perverted that he doesn't even know.

Back in his palace, he planned to wash up and get a good night's sleep. As the prince, Huo Jiyan didn't care about these trivial matters, but as the leader of funeral flowers, he is a man who cares about his appearance very much, otherwise he wouldn't Using such a cruel method just to keep his face young.

A group of maids from the former palace bathed him, the big bath was covered with red petals, a head of jet-black hair was rippling in the water, and the boy's body was immature and attractive.

Suddenly the outside door was knocked several times. Huo Ji was tired of people disturbing his concubine's bath, so he hurriedly sent someone to drive him away, and the knocking stopped, followed by the sound of a bone flute. Huo Jiyan was very familiar with that voice, it was the bone flute that matched his bones.

He got up and dressed and went out, and saw Xue Ji sitting in the courtyard playing the flute.

Xue Ji hadn't taken form when the Flower Burial Leader was alive, so in Huo Jiyan's memory at this moment, he is the only person who has nothing to do with his previous life.

Huo Jiyan sat down beside him: "What's the point of calling me here?"

Xue Ji stopped playing: "I heard that you got the burial drum, and it was given to you by Master himself?"

Huo Jiyan: "Yes."

Xue Ji looked at the whirling tree under the shadow of a hazy moon: "I think Master has changed."

Huo Ji smiled tiredly: "I don't think he is as ruthless as before."

Xue Ji looked at him: "You still refuse to forgive him?"

Huo Jiyan propped his hands back on the ground, and looked up at the moon halfway: "Is there any point in saying that I didn't forgive you now?"

Xue Ji's rational analysis: "If it was in the past, Master would never have given you the funeral flower drum, or even allowed you to get involved in the chaos of the Three Realms, let alone allow you to revive the funeral flower sect."

Huo Jiyan didn't take it seriously: "Maybe he has figured it out and wants to stand by my side."

Xue Ji sighed: "Maybe. Since bringing you back to life, Master has never confided any thoughts to me, and I don't understand him more and more."

Nine Heavens.

"Wow! Look, isn't that Fanghua Tianjun?"

"It seems to be, my God, he doesn't know that Heavenly Court has banned him."

"Do you want to inform the god?"

"Forget it, he's watering the flowers, and now is the time when you can't offend God the most."

"That Fanghua Tianjun will be miserable, let's go, let's go and see the excitement!"

God Lord Tiying was watering those precious flowers. The King of Ghosts was not familiar with the newly built garden here, so he stepped on a delicate flower.

Ti Ying first saw the unchopped foot, and was about to yell at him, but when she looked up to see the face of the person coming, the words that she wanted to scold instantly disappeared into the sky.

"Why are you here?" Ti Ying's voice was a little trembling and agitated, but there was no anger at the ban.

As soon as the ghost king lifted his foot, he realized that he had made another mistake when he first came, so he bent down to help the flower up.

At this time, Tiying had also fully recovered, she was the Lord of the Three Realms, she was able to hold her breath, and began to add majesty and anger to her words: "Why are you here!"

The ghost king thought that these two sentences were exactly the same, but they gave him completely opposite feelings. If he didn't know what kind of temperament he was, it would be difficult to tell the truth from the fake.He smiled and said, "Shenjun, do you love the flowers I sent you so much?"

Tiying dropped the shower in her hand, pushed the ghost king away with her palm, stepped on the poor little flower who had just been lifted up by the ghost king, and walked away without looking back. At an angle that the ghost king could not see, the corners of her mouth slightly raised Make a small arc.

He's all back.

What are you going to do with watering these flowers?

Tiying walked uncomfortably so that the Ghost King could keep up with him.When he arrived at the main hall, Tiying sat on the throne and looked down at him.

Shenjun spoke: "Nine Heavens have ordered that you Fanghua Tianjun forbid you to set foot. Are you guilty?"

The ghost king grinned: "Fanghua Tianjun didn't set foot, I am now the ghost king Mingsi, what's my fault?"

Shenjun felt that he was raising an argument, and was very angry: "Sophistry! Come on, throw me down to the Nine Heavens!"

……

No one came.

Shenjun is very shameless.

They all hid outside to watch the fun. Everyone has been in Jiuchongtian for tens of thousands of years, and they can analyze whether the words of the gods are sincere or scaring people.Now these people obviously think that the phrase "throw me down the Nine Heavens" is a bluff, and they coincidentally did not move a single person. For a moment, the god would have to regret it, and if he regretted it, it was that person who was unlucky.

The ghost king looked around, his movements were extremely exaggerated, which made the gods itch with hatred.The ghost king said: "It seems that the subordinates of the gods are slacking off again."

Shenjun stared at him: "You don't need to worry about it! Tell me, come up and ask me for something!"

The ghost king knows Shenjun's temper. If he said that he came up mainly because of Huo Jihan and Du Liao, Shenjun would definitely be anxious with him. It was because of this incident that he was forced to stay in hell for so many years. Never fall in the same pit again and again.

The Ghost King said, "I just want to come up and beg you... let me replace the flowers in your garden."

Tiying regards his flowers as her own treasures every day, and takes care of them every day, and has never been absent from work.Now that the ghost king said these words, it was obvious that he wanted to get back together.

For things like quarrels, Ti Ying is very concerned about face, and never bows her head first: "Can you replace my flowers? Then you can do what my flowers can do?"

The Ghost King nodded: "Of course. I am the Tianjun who manages Baihua, and this is all my duty."

Tiying squinted at him: "If you want to be my flower, you are not allowed to speak, let alone seduce others, you are not allowed to go out of the wall, and you are not allowed to leave your place without authorization!"

The King of Ghosts smiled and clapped his hands: "Deal! But Shenjun also needs to water and loosen the soil for me every morning, otherwise Huahua will be very lonely."

The crowd outside the door listening to the corner felt a sudden chill, and they all dispersed to grab dog food with Xiao Tiangou.

The author has something to say:

The relationship between Tiying and Ghost King is in the first volume (don't ask me because I don't remember orz...

I want to know how my foreshadowing is buried, who do you think the ultimate boss is?