Enter the kitchen

Lu Shiyi and Hushi ran out of the village while setting fire.

I don't know if it's because the whole village is woven with silk thread, whether it's a house or a field, as long as it touches a little spark, it will ignite a raging fire.

After a while, the scenery as far as the eye could see was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Lu Shiyi waved his sleeves to sweep away the smoke and dust in front of his eyes, and vaguely saw a figure appearing from the flames.

"You don't need to waste your efforts." The smoke cleared, and Cheng Rui's figure gradually became clear: "You are already trapped in the painting, and you can't escape." Lu Shiyi quietly watched his face that became more and more strange under the firelight, his face Maintaining calm on the surface, he was quickly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

Cheng Rui approached step by step, and gradually let go of the suppressed cultivation base on his body, but in an instant, the originally harmless Xiaoyaozhuang disciple became the killing god in front of him.

The aura belonging to the demon cultivator pierced Lu Suyi's sea of ​​consciousness like a cold ice knife, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat after a while.

"Chirp!" Hu Shi angrily yelled at Cheng Rui twice. It comes from the God Realm, and it is not afraid of the coercion of demon cultivators, but its cultivation base is too low, and it can't even transform itself. There is no other way to tweet angrily.

Lu Shiyi was half-kneeling on the muddy country road, his body was covered with smoke and dust, his face was left with two streaks of black ashes, and he looked in a state of embarrassment.

Ever since he embarked on the road of cultivation, he knew that sooner or later there would be such a day.

This is not the first time that Lu Shiyi has felt the threat of death, it's just that he has Shu Mo by his side countless times before, only this time he can only face it alone.

People are born to fear death, it doesn't matter whether they are mortals or monks, or monks are more afraid of death, because they are against the sky.

Behind Cheng Rui was a silent army, they walked very slowly until they completely surrounded Lu Shiyi, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The Three Realms were in an endless situation, Lu Shiyi was panting heavily, his body was suppressed and could not move, only the dragon scale armor he had forgotten in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness was still struggling.

Once, twice, trying to break through the restriction like the beating of the heart.

"Ah!" The continuous pain came from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and Lu Shiyi couldn't help crying out in pain, as if something was suppressed to the extreme, and finally ushered in a rebirth from the cocoon.

His eyes suddenly lost their light, and the echo of the surging tide came from his ears, louder than louder.

The spiritual power carried by the dragon scale armor flowed through his limbs and bones in an instant. Lu Shiyi was in pain as if his whole body was smashed by an unknown force and then reshaped again.

Spiritual power is like a flower that has been accumulated for a long time, blooming at a certain moment, leaving an extremely gorgeous and profound color.

Sensing the danger, the black vines densely extended from Lu Shiyi's body, wrapping him motionless into an oval cocoon.

Cheng Rui looked at the sudden vision in front of him, hesitated for a moment and stopped going forward.

Thousands of miles away, Shu Mo suddenly stopped, and the monks who followed him also paused, looking around warily.

One moment the wind and sand were still blowing as if no one else was there, and the next moment it was completely silent.After the sound of the wind stopped, the monks realized that the surrounding area of ​​the Gobi was eerily quiet, the sound of rustling came to their ears suddenly, and several bulges suddenly appeared on the flat sandy ground.

Shu Mo let go of the long sword in his hand and let it fall on the sand. His pupils were flushed, and he looked expressionlessly at the giant python that almost covered the sky in front of him.

The abnormal movement of the dragon scale armor affected Shu Mo's dormant body, the violent aura almost drowned his reason, and there was only murderous aura in his red eyes.

Shu Mo suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and a mocking smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

The white wide sleeves rose without wind, and the fine snowflakes fell in the dry desert.

"It's snowing." Some monks looked at the darkened sky in disbelief, and after a while they all came back to their senses and looked at the instigator in fear.

No joy, no anger, no heart and no heart, this is the consensus of Lingyuan Continent for the ancestor of Jianzong.He lives alone on Xuanyuan Peak, looking at the world with aloofness.

He lives in the Lingyuan Continent but is higher than the Lingyuan Continent.There is no one or anything in the world that can shake him, but today this iron law has changed.

With a frosty sword intent, on the Lingyuan Continent, all monks who practice swords know that only the sword intent of Chu Shumo, the sword sect, has the arrogance to look down on the world.

The sword intent swept away around Shu Mo, the requiem bell made a crisp sound, and then fell completely silent.

Before the giant python that was breathing fishy smell could get close, it was frozen into a popsicle by the brushed sword intent.

Snowflakes fell like goose feathers one after another, and soon dyed Shu Mo's long hair white, and there was a red mark between his eyebrows, which was strange and strange against the background of the snow.

"Old...Old Ancestor!" His back is an existence that the Sword Sect and even the entire Lingyuan Continent need to look up to. The moment they recognized him, the expressions of the monks suddenly changed and they knelt down one after another.

The reverent voices of the monks came to his ears, but Shu Mo didn't respond, he just looked into the distance quietly, he stretched out his hand and scratched between his eyebrows, and the cold glass sword appeared in front of everyone.

This time, he was really angry.

"Chirp!" Hu Shi on the other side let out a piercing cry at the dragon scale armor rolled into a ball, and stared at Cheng Rui with mung bean eyes full of hatred.

With a wave of Cheng Rui's hand, Hu Shi was trapped in the barrier, and the color of the demon pattern on his face seemed to be darker: "I don't want to kill you either, but you are a change in the way of heaven, so you have to die."

He hooked his fingers and asked the paper figurines behind him to do it, but the army of paper figurines didn't seem to have received his order, and stood motionless.

Cheng Rui frowned and was about to get angry when he felt a chill on his face. He looked up and saw heavy snow falling down.

"Snow?" He frowned, this is his world, why did it suddenly snow?

He was still puzzled, when the powerful wind and snow mixed with a strong sword intent hit him, Cheng Rui only felt a pain in his chest and a fishy sweetness in his throat, and couldn't help but spit out blood.

The red blood fell on the white and flawless snow, which was extremely dazzling.

Cheng Rui coughed twice, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and forced himself to say, "Who is it?"

As soon as the words fell, he was pressed against the snow by a huge force, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.When he opened his eyes again, he saw a pair of red eyes: "Who are you!" His life gate was pinched by the opponent, and he could only lie helplessly in the cold snow.

His long black hair was covered with white snow, and a red mark between his eyebrows was more glaring than blood.

"Cough cough." Cheng Rui coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and his eyes fell on the red mark between his brows: "Chu...Chu Shumo."

"Damn you." He looked at Cheng Rui coldly with his expressionless eyes, as if he were looking at an ant.

A big mouthful of blood gushed out of Cheng Rui's mouth again, his eyes widened in horror, and he once again felt the strength of the ancestor of Jianzong and his own powerlessness.

Before he could make a final sound, he stayed in the snow forever.

Warm blood slipped from the cold glass sword and splashed on the icy snow, like blooming flowers.

Shu Mo wiped away the blood splashed on his face, put away the cold glass sword, and never looked at Cheng Rui, who was losing his temper.

The snow continued to fall, and soon the body was completely buried, and the whole world was once again pure white.

"Good boy." Shu Mo touched Hu Shi reassuringly. Hu Shi carefully nestled in his arms, but couldn't help shivering because of the other party's chill.

It had never seen Shu Mo like this before, and the blood on his body reminded him all the time to stay away from the strong man in front of him.

Shu Mo didn't seem to notice its fear, so he comforted him in a deep voice and walked towards Lu Shiyi.

His hand rested on the black cocoon, his violent eyes were calm for a moment, the dragon scale armor seemed to be very familiar to him, stretched out tiny branches to wrap around his hand, and then opened a small opening to let him in go.

Lu Shiyi didn't look very good, his eyes were tightly closed, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would really be dead.

The faint warmth on Shu Mo's face dissipated invisible after seeing Lu Shiyi's appearance at this time.

Lu Shiyi's eyeballs moved, but they did not open.

Shu Mo stepped forward, cupped the opponent's cheek with both hands, pressed against his forehead, and said softly, "I'm here."

Lu Shiyi didn't speak, but Zhihai immediately accepted Shu Mo's existence.

The black and white spiritual consciousness converged somewhere in the sea of ​​consciousness, like exploding fireworks, blooming bright light.

Lu Shiyi still didn't respond, until the cold lips fell on his lips.

"Chirp?" Hu Shi knew that the crisis had been resolved, but before its limited head could figure out what its two owners were doing, it was thrown into the snow again by the dragon scale armor wrapped around its waist.

It's young, so it's better not to watch some things that are not suitable for chickens.

The double cultivation method is just an ordinary practice, which can allow the monks who become Taoist companions to improve their cultivation in a short period of time. It was only later that some demon cultivators looked for the furnace to improve their cultivation, and the double cultivation gradually became a demon heretic.

The real double cultivation is beneficial and harmless, at least Lu Shiyi wakes up refreshed, except for a little pain in the buttocks.

The stickiness from last night has been cleared away, Lu Shiyi opened his eyes in a daze, unable to react for a while.Shu Mo pinned the broken hair on his forehead behind his ears, and the heat in his eyes almost burned him through.

Lu Shiyi blinked his eyes, and finally came back to his senses after a while. Not only did he do this and that with Shu Mo yesterday, but in the end, because he was too comfortable, he even entangled him for a while, and he had to come a few more times.

Although he has already communicated with each other and made a vow to become a Taoist couple, he never thought that two men could be like this and that.Even though I have been intimate before, I never made it to the last step. Now that I think about it, it's really... the real thing is very exciting.

Lu Shiyi felt that a certain muscle in his brain had been completely crooked.

The delicate kiss landed on the forehead and between the eyebrows, and finally lingered on the lips, as if protesting the other party's inattention. Only then did Lu Shiyi realize that he was shy, and his ears became hot and red, but he still mustered up his courage and grabbed Shu Mo's neck aggressively. Collar, firmly said: "I will definitely work hard to cultivate, and I will not hold back!"

It's a pity that Shu Mo didn't understand the inexplicable sense of responsibility of the person in front of him, but he was still optimistic about his efforts. Hearing this, he kissed him on the lips: "You can put away the dragon scale armor."

Only then did Lu Shiyi respond belatedly. The Dragon Scale Armor, which was somewhat rebellious at first, was very obedient today for some reason.

"Where's Hushi?" Lu Shiyi looked at the silver-clad world in front of him, and finally remembered Hushi who had been frozen into an ice sculpture in this icy world.

"Chirp!" The familiar coquettish voice attracted Lu Shiyi's attention, and Hu Shi, shaking off the snowflakes all over his body, walked in front of Lu Shiyi with his head down.

"You've suffered, go back to the small secret realm of Mirror Garden and take a rest." Lu Shiyi rubbed Hushi's wet fluff and stuffed it back into the small secret realm.