On the Evil Consequences of Cultivating Immortals in Reality

The "Dongtian Fudi" in the above does not match, can you explain in detail? "

Xiang Junhua glanced at him expressionlessly, then nodded slightly.

"The 'Dongtian' in common sense is mostly understood as the 'Dongtian Blessed Land'. What is the Dongtian Blessed Land? A place of well-being and a beautiful place can be called a 'Dongtian Blessed Land'. However, as everyone knows, the well-being of the Dongtian monks is a world. "

"Someday!"

"There is land!"

"There are all living creatures!"

Xiang Junhua raised his finger to the sky for a while, pointed to the ground for a while, and pointed at the mountains, rivers and seas for a while, his expression had an indescribable charm, and he seemed particularly profound in Taoism!

"How can mere well-being, mere spirituality be compared with it?"

"That's why the term "Dongtian Blessed Land" refers to the place where the power of Dongtian stepped on is a blessing, and the road he walked is a spiritual place, because monks in this realm have already added all kinds of magic to their bodies."

Speaking of which, it was still Tan Yueze, who seemed to be full of questions, so he asked Junhua while he was resting.

Qin Yueze: "You said just now that monks in the realm of Tianzhu must cultivate to the level of ten thousand methods to break through the bottleneck and enter the stage of Dongtian monks. Here you mentioned that only after the monks have ten thousand methods can they have a foothold on the blessed land. It is the ability of the spiritual soil to do it, so is it possible that the so-called cave of the monks of the cave is accomplished in the cultivation of the realm of Tianzhu?"

This level of comprehension is frighteningly high, and Xiang Junhua nodded in relief.

"That's right, just like the 'rules' of the Tianzhu realm are achieved in the creation method at the time of the realm, and the creation at the time of the realm can break through the threshold of the Nascent Soul Stage, everything has laws to follow, I hope you all Don't slacken your practice."

At this point in the conversation, he couldn't help but old-fashioned. He wanted to laugh after he finished speaking. He was only in his twenties pretending to be an old gentleman. He didn't expect that just after he finished speaking, those monks who fanned out turned out to be one The two... bowed down to him at the same time.

"Thank you sir for your advice, such a great kindness will be remembered in my heart!"

From now on, he and these people all have the cause and effect of the grace of preaching and teaching.

Xiang Junhua was not used to being treated so solemnly, and subconsciously wanted to touch the bridge of his nose, but he didn't expect that after these people got up scatteredly, someone asked in a deep voice.

This voice was really unfamiliar, but it was a bit familiar. After thinking about it, he was sure it wasn't the curious baby Qin Yueze. He couldn't help but want to confirm the identity of the other party, and then unexpectedly found out that it was Long Shuang, the one who beat him to death not long ago. enemy.

"May I ask if you are not obsessed with creation, how can you achieve the ultimate, how gorgeous the world is, if the craftsmanship is not refined, it will wither, isn't it the fault of the master of the cave?"

As soon as this question came out, the people next to him couldn't help looking at him with surprised eyes.

The person who asked this question is a bit level!

Everyone couldn't help casting doubtful glances at Junhua.

Everyone in the world knows how big the world is. In the past, no one thought about how to shape the mountains, rocks, vegetation, but when Xiang Junhua's sermon cleared the fog in front of him, the ultimate road emerged before his eyes.

As a result, everyone couldn't help but have more doubts, hoping to get answers.

Xiang Junhua glanced at these "students" who were looking forward to, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to aim too high?"

The person who had been talking to them calmly all of a sudden turned down a harsh tone, not to mention other people, the psychological shadow of those in the crew was awakened in an instant.

Yes, yes!

This is still the Great Demon King, how could he forget because he is easy to talk?

For a while, many people shrank their heads and dared not speak.

Only the face remained unchanged, but the members of the alliance who were somewhat shocked by Xiang Junhua's daring to open the forum to speak the Dharma all looked at him with brand new eyes.

Not to mention anything else, the people here have heard his sermons, and there may be a few more heavenly monks in a few years. How many heavenly monks are there in the general sect?

The largest Tianxia sect has about a hundred people.

Secondly, Wanfa Small Quiet Residence.

There are about 50 people in each of the Eight Treasures Bodhi Gates.

This is because there is no shortage of resources and rich background. If you change to other mountain gates, you can have four or five combined powers to occupy a territory and become a clan and ancestor.

Xiang Junhua was so generous in telling them the Dao that he had realized, and he didn't hide any secrets. What's wrong with scolding them for being too ambitious?

In an earlier era, everyone here would be his disciples, lackeys!

Even if you don't pay attention to these things now, there is still a saying "the kindness of the half-teacher" between the two parties.

The people in the alliance originally held resentment, but after being beaten up by both strength and "righteousness", they decided to speak human words before going back.

For example, remind Xiang Junhua, don't be so "generous", you will offend people who shouldn't be offended!

They didn't dare to say who it was, the water was too deep, but they somehow repaid the other party's kindness, and when they left, they were all polite, and then they didn't dare to say more.

After they left, Takishuang stayed behind.

When Longshuang came to Xiang Junhua, she was very concerned about the answer to that question at first glance, and it almost became an obsession.

Xiang Junhua is not too harsh a person. Seeing that he is so persistent, he simply stated his comprehension smoothly.

"There are rules between the heaven and the earth. When you become the source of all dharmas, the creation of life and death, it will only take a moment for Xumi to flick your fingers."

This short sentence made Long Shuang walk away in a daze as if he had been hit hard, without even saying goodbye to Junhua.

"Sir, if you tell him the 'truth' so generously, aren't you afraid to teach your disciples and starve your master to death?"

As soon as Longshuang left, Xiang Junhua looked towards Junhua not far away, and there was an old man standing there, who spoke to him very rudely just now.

This person came prepared!

The logical chain took shape in an instant, and Xiang Junhua was smiling, with a leisurely spirit/rhyme, like the divine will in the dark, and his demeanor was very special and ethereal.

"When the heavens and the earth taught me this, I never thought about whether I would starve to death, old sir."

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176. Jinjiang Literature City

180 one

If a modern person were here, he would probably be able to smell the smell of gang essence in the air immediately, but Yuan Lao didn't know what a gang essence was, because Xiang Junhua dealt with it freely and easily, and his impression of him became better and better.

Then Yuan Lao asked again: "Are you comprehending all these principles just now?"

Xiang Junhua didn't understand why he was holding on to this point, so he nodded calmly and accepted it.

Old Yuan's eyes lit up, and his lips squirmed frequently, as if he wanted to speak but held back, or as if he wanted to say too much, but he couldn't say a word.

"Son, you are amazing."

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, his old eyes showed traces of time, and he was no ordinary old man at first glance.

"I don't know who you are, old man?" Xiang Junhua bowed to the old man as if aware of it, then got up and asked about his background, but at this time, the voice of a madman came from the side, and before he could turn his head, the man was careless Put your arms around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey,~" After singing all the way, the madman didn't have a hoarse voice, and he still had enough energy to tease the old man in front of him, "How is it? How is it? The younger generation in my family is not bad, right?"

Mr. Yuan, who was still in a complicated mood just now, was expressionless for a moment. Xiang Junhua saw him stretch out his hand flatly. The world seemed to be dragged out by this palm, tearing, pulling, as if the scenery in front of him was crumpled. In the same way, time and space were forced to bend down under this hand and endure the ravages.

Madman suddenly said in his ear: "Thank you soon!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man had already withdrawn his hand, and he spit out the breath that had been held in his lungs belatedly.

Xiang Junhua looked shocked, and was pushed and shoved by the madman to salute the old man.

Yuan Lao waved his hand indifferently.

"This is what you deserve, boy. Compared with these vain gifts, I want to know what you see?"

Xiang Junhua cast a questioning look at the madman blankly, but he didn't expect the man to smile and didn't give him any feedback at all.

The corner of his mouth moved, he wanted to curse.

Yuan Lao took the two of them's petty actions into his eyes, and laughed out loud in a very careless way.

"Hahaha—I'm asking you, what do you think he's doing? You can't even look at him, his answer is not your answer, I want to hear what your kid has to say."

Xiang Junhua was forced to this point, so he could only say what he said.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at the old man's kind face and said slowly: "I seem to see a 'ball'."

Not a circle, but a three-dimensional sphere.

This sphere is the "shape" of the old man's palm, and everything around is involved in the trajectory of the sphere.

That's why there are such terrifying scenes.

Hearing Xiang Junhua's understanding, the old man smiled lightly, he didn't answer right or wrong, but asked him to remember, write it down carefully, and then left.

Xiang Junhua didn't know why, so his eyes shifted to the man watching the play next to him.

"Madness--!"

Under the threat of using "shares", Madman honestly revealed the identity of the old man.

Hearing that the other party was actually older than the madman, and his life span was only one Yuan Hui, Xiang Junhua immediately knew that he had met a big boss.

But what did he ask himself for?

Then I heard the madman say two words with a smile.

Lack of money!

Xiang Junhua: "..."

Really?

The madman couldn't laugh or cry: "Can I still lie to you?"

Xiang Junhua was speechless.

There are monks of this level who are short of money, which opened my eyes.

"Old Yuan appreciates you."

After dealing with trivial matters, the two simply returned to the narrow "room" in the hotel.

Occupying one side of the table, with a small red clay wine stove burning, and two plates of appetizers, they simply ate and drank in such a crude manner.

The madman bit the fennel bean and said to Junhua: "The old man has a lot of apprentices and grandchildren, but only this number has seen his 'hand'!"

Xiang Junhua watched him stretch out five fingers to make a gesture, then retracted them and put them in his mouth to smell the salty aroma of fennel beans.

Looking away rather disgusted, he also took a grain of himself and threw it into his mouth. With a sip of hot wine, the warmth fell into his stomach, but his whole body and mind were relaxed.

The madman also stuffed himself with a cup, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed the beautiful taste of the lingering smell of wine on his lips and teeth.

"After listening to your sermon today, I realized why Wen Chizhou looked at you differently so early. If I were in his position, I would at least wait for you to fight a little higher before showing you kindness."

After taking two sips of wine, Xiang Junhua also talked a lot, and asked, "For example?"

"For example, rely on your own ability to cultivate until the tribulation period."

"...Do you suspect that Wen Chizhou gave me a small stove?" Xiang Junhua stopped drinking, looked at him, and just saw the madman said: "Isn't it like this?"

Xiang Junhua flicked him twice.

"Of course not, he didn't tell me that."

Madman: "Then how do you usually get along?"

Xiang Junhua thought for a while, "He does his thing, I do mine, and each does his own thing."

Madman: "...what?"

Xiang Junhua opened his eyes wide: "Is it strange?"

"It's not so strange," the madman gulped down the fine wine in the wine cup, lifted the hot wine jug in the stove, and added it to himself happily, "Dayu and I stick together all day long, and this time I came to watch at Wen Chizhou's invitation. You are the farthest and longest time I have been away from big fish in these years."

Xiang Junhua couldn't help but said, "Won't you get tired of being together every day?"

Crazy Demon: "No, I like him, I always see him in my heart, and I won't get tired of him for many years. On the contrary, I can't see him, but I think about him, don't you two?"

Xiang Junhua blinked blankly, then shook his head.

"I do not know."

The face in the wine glass seemed to be blurred, he was holding the wine glass made of white jade, lost in thought.

"It's true that I have a good impression of him, but I don't know him. He knows me very well, and he can even predict my thoughts clearly, making me feel that I am being manipulated by him. "

The madman said deliberately, who is not like this?But thinking that this person's identity is different, he sighed.

Raising his glass and bumping it into the wine in Junhua's hand, Madman asked, "What do you want to know?"

After thinking about it seriously, Xiang Junhua consciously lowered his voice.

"I have figured out Wen Chizhou's identity in the cultivation world, Emperor Haotian, how scary!"

The madman laughed out loud when he heard this, and pointed at him falsely.

"Are you really scared?"

Xiang Junhua rolled his eyes, despising his lack of cooperation.

"You just think I'm afraid, so for my peace of mind, I want to know if he has had other admirers before."

The madman slapped his thigh, and said seriously: "You are asking the right person. I have known Wen Chizhou for a long time, and there are only one or two who can compare with me. If you ask Wen Chizhou if he has ever liked someone, I can take the responsibility. I will tell you responsibly, no, you are the first one, and the only one by visual inspection.”

Xiang Junhua ignored the madman and directly passed the appreciation circle, and popped out the word "like" how deliberately he wanted to beat him up. Anyway, he wanted to cover it up first. He pretended not to notice, and whispered in a suppressed voice: "Is there any is it possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Asked twice in a row, the madman was also fascinated. He wanted to pinch Junhua's face in confusion, but he slapped it away, covered the place where he was beaten and shouted: "I never Liar, just say what you think, can I still tell others?"

Maybe it's because of the alcohol, or maybe it's because Wen Chizhou molested him again in the short-distance communication not long ago, which made Xiang Junhua doubt himself and Wen Chizhou at the same time.

So he wants to ask, especially wants to ask!

Why is Wen Chizhou so proficient at flirting because Mao is also a virgin? ! !

Furious, he blurted out the truth inadvertently, looking at the stunned handsome face of the madman, Xiang Junhua couldn't help but want to cover his head and crawl into the crack of the ground—it's too embarrassing!

Sure enough, the madman's laughter could be heard throughout the corridor, he didn't even give Xiang Junhua a minute or two of mental preparation, he laughed happily.

"Hahahahaha—you, you are actually worried about this?"

Crazy Mo winked at Xiang Junhua with an expression that you f*ck entertained me.

The person being ridiculed drank several glasses of wine expressionlessly, then his dantian sank, and he exhaled a strong aroma of wine.

"What are you laughing at, is it so funny?"

"It's just too funny, I can't stop!" The madman thumped the table and teased: "So, you don't actually have that?"

Xiang Junhua: "...does it have something to do with that?"

The madman shook his head, looking like a drunk.

"Yes, of course. If you do it, you won't come up with so many weird opinions."

Xiang Junhua was puzzled and said: "You people who have practiced for many years, still think this kind of thing is so important?"

Madman said disapprovingly: "It still depends on who you are with. If it is with others, I guess I will get tired of it in two or three years. But if it is with Big Fish, I still feel very happy. How about you? Think about yourself and others, Imagine Wen Chizhou waiting for you on the bed..."

Perhaps because of the smell of alcohol, Xiang Junhua actually fantasized according to what the madman said.

Wen Chizhou's favorite place must be a Jiangnan water pavilion built by the lake, reflecting the starlight.

He was wearing a fine attire, leaning on the couch, the air smelled of alcohol, just like he was now, his cheeks were dizzy, his lips and teeth were fragrant, he found himself standing at the door with a vain gaze, and beckoned.

He walked over by himself, took his white wrists in his hands, and kissed the place where the skin intersected with the dark sleeves, then rolled up the sleeves as if doing something funny, and kissed the inside of the clothes inch by inch.

Until the entire sleeve is lifted, revealing a large snow skin...

He looked at himself with drunken eyes, as if writing a poem with boundless affection, he leaned forward and pecked on his lips, in exchange for a full mouthful of fragrance.

……

"boom!"

The wine glass in Xiang Junhua's hand couldn't bear it, it shattered into powder all of a sudden, and the picture in his mind still didn't stop.

On the wooden couch with the eaves veranda, accompanied by the galaxy and the sea of ​​stars, he leaned on himself, stripping off his clothes inch by inch, the dark inner lining was like the night when the galaxy was entrenched outside, only the gap in the opened collar revealed a piece of whiteness.

He hesitated and stretched out his hand, he was more generous than himself, grabbed his hand and put it on the skirt of his clothes, with a smile in his eyes...

"boom!"

Xiang Junhua hit his head on the table, and groaned/groaned under the smile of the maniac who came over: "I don't think I will see anyone in the future."

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177. Jinjiang Literature City

180 two

"That's it."

Madman frowned, carefully sipped his wine, and gave Xiang Junhua some bad ideas in a serious manner. Sometimes his suggestions were not unreasonable, but most of the time he was talking nonsense and deliberately making jokes.

I have to say, it's very interesting to talk about feelings with a madman!

Xiang Junhua squinted his drunken eyes, and slowly sized them up with misty eyes.

There was a yellow wooden table, a pot of green ant wine, and the drinker on the opposite side looked like a young man, and his appearance and spirit also looked like a young man, but he was not a young man. This guy's age is really scary considering his age!

But the strange thing was that he was able to talk to a young man in his twenties like Xiang Junhua.

There is no need to care about anything when communicating with him, just talking and laughing, there is no need to face the pressure of a high-ranking "senior", and there is no need to be grand that this is a big boss, let's rush up.

It's plain, and you can chat with each other after a drink.

Swear a few words, and you can lie flat and sleep soundly.

Getting along with him is like getting along with friends, and I don't know if I'm on the right track, but that's what Xiang Junhua thinks at the moment.

After hesitating for two seconds, he was still drunk in the end. He tugged on the sleeve of the madman, and opened his mouth with the smell of alcohol on his face.

Xiang Junhua asked, "Are we friends?"

The madman's expression didn't even change.

"I dare not be your friend."

Xiang Junhua withdrew his hand sullenly.

"Oh."

"But when Wen Chizhou hit me, stop me, I'm your friend."

"Pfft!"

Xiang Junhua smiled and pointed at him.

"Are there any conditions?"

Crazy Demon's eyebrows trembled wildly, at first glance it looked like two swords were facing each other, but such tossing about his appearance did not damage his handsomeness with the sharp sword light and bold eyebrows.

"That is, my worth is not ordinary, you have to think carefully about it."

"I understand, your worth is worth a good word from me."

"Hey!"

Xiang Junhua laughed at the low value of the madman, and the madman slapped the table unwilling to show weakness.

"Let's talk about it, let's talk about it, let's talk about it, no matter how much you are worth! Can you help me with a word?"

"Okay, I'll help." Xiang Junhua responded with a smile, and picked up the wine glass as if promising to finish the green ant wine freshly brewed in the glass.

The smell of wine filled the room, are the two drunk?

Not drunk.

Not drunk but drunk.

The two of them just wanted to get drunk, and they wanted to use their drunkenness to say something they wouldn't normally say.

For example, Xiang Junhua will not mention the emotional aspect. On the side of the madman, he is the only one among the few people with equal status, the grandson thief, who usually talks about colorful topics and will be banned by the other three madmen. The remaining one will be managed by Crazy Att to mute him.

The madman cried.

What should I do if I can't find a colleague?

Over the years, he waited day and night, until he and Big Yu had slept for thousands of reincarnations, but he still hadn't found a partner with whom to talk.

Originally he was desperate.

But Huang Tian paid off, he actually waited until another traitor came out of the few people!

It's gratifying to congratulate, it's really gratifying to congratulate, but he didn't wait for too long to be happy, when this companion turned into Wen Chizhou, his face turned bitter.

Unknowingly, his fingers rubbed against his chin, and the situation in the madman's eyes was changing.

As far as Wen Chizhou's terrifying aura, where all dharmas remain unchanged and all evil cannot invade, can anyone fall in love with him normally?

In other words, is the spirit of the person with whom he is dating still normal?

He has no place to talk about his distress, and anyone who tells it will be beaten!

It can be said that as long as Xiang Junhua and Wen Chizhou have been entangled, the madman has been paying attention from afar.

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He, the madman, can't tell from his appearance that he can be so powerful.

However, Ming people don't say dark words, he is so powerful.

Where Xiang Junhua didn't know, the madman had always been their staunchest supporter.

If you don't support it, you can't do it. The others are all old bachelors. Now that one of them sees the light of day, how can they just give up so easily?

Today's wine, he originally planned to drink Xiang Junhua even if he didn't drink it, even if he poured it, he would pour the wine glass into his stomach!

He didn't expect the situation to develop so smoothly, but he was happy to see it happen!

Quiet Mimi instilled some senior experience in Xiang Junhua, and probed into the relationship life of the two of them a little bit, and he wanted to test the progress if necessary.

Unexpectedly, after testing the progress, why is he not surprised?

Wiping off the hot sweat that evaporated from the alcohol, he flicked it away, and the madman was so sore that his teeth hurt.

He had never seen such grumpy two!

After thinking about it, Madman simply threw a straight ball.

"No, I see that you usually keep the Heart Demon Stone in your hands, sticky all the time, why is it not like this when you are together?"

This question... this question...

In fact, Xiang Junhua wanted to ask _(:з」∠)_, so why?

The madman made a decision.

"Come on, when Wen Ke comes back, you can go to bed later, I don't believe you can hold on then!"

No!

and many more!

Xiang Junhua quickly Erkang hands.

"I don't think it should be!"

The madman asked back: "Aren't you greedy for a scholar's body?"

"..."

"You don't feel itchy to see him like that?"

"..."

"If you're a man, give me a word of advice. If you have the chance to eat it, do you want to eat it or not!"

"eat!"

Xiang Junhua's eyes widened, and he yelled with his neck stuck.

MD, how could the same man not eat, no... Forget it, don't care, he is greedy for others!

The madman clasped his hands together, slapped his hands, and said with a smile: "That's right, come on, have another cup with me! Do it!"

Xiang Junhua drank endless wine with the madman in a daze, and his consciousness finally stopped at the time when he plopped down on the table.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wen Chizhou's handsome and mortal face.

Xiang Junhua: "???"

No, could it be that he wanted something?

Wen Chizhou looked at Junhua still with a dazed expression on his face, carefully lifted him up, twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face carefully.

This kind of thing is usually done by maids, when did Prime Minister Wen do it for others?

The madman, who took Wen Ke's meticulous actions into his eyes, walked through the door humming a ditty, and arbitrarily decided that this picture was the best composition in the millennium.

"Wenchizhou?" Xiang Junhua came to his senses with a wet veil on his face, half puzzled, half strange, as if he was surprised that such a golden and precious god could appear in his three-foot-square shabby house.

Wen Chi Zhouqu flicked his head with his fingers, his voice was as pleasant as jade beads hitting an ice plate.

"It's time to wake up."

"Ah? Oh." Xiang Junhua was foolishly manipulated by him, obediently put on the clothes Wen Chizhou brought, looked back at his crumpled autumn-scented robe from yesterday, and heard that Wen Chizhou didn't even look at him. Blinkingly said: "Throw it away, I will get you something later."

Xiang Junhua: "..."

What's the matter with the feeling of having a beautiful wife in the room and becoming famous?

Strictly speaking, with the popularity of the "guide" on Xinmo.com, it is indeed enough to achieve success in the previous sentence, but Xiang Junhua himself has no real feeling.

Well, it's too easy to earn money, so I don't think Lingshi is so rare.

Fortunately, he hasn't reached the level of a prodigal who earns one spirit stone and smashes two.

But compared to the prodigal, no one can compare to his "beautiful wife in the room".

Look at this new dress.

Black hibiscus painting, large hibiscus flowers are embroidered on the dark color of ebony wood, which complements Xiang Junhua's fair skin, handsome appearance, majesty and majesty. , Pretending to be the glory of the world for him.

Looking down at most of himself, Xiang Junhua felt that Wen Chizhou's vision was too good, and that he was not as talented as others, and now even his aesthetics were inferior.

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

Wen Chizhou was dragged out to have breakfast. Fortunately, the food cooked by the chef in the hotel was quite suitable for the appetite of Prime Minister Wen who enjoyed the wealth and wealth in the world. Wen Chizhou, who was chewing and swallowing fish porridge, heard that Xiang Junhua This sentence came out suddenly, he swallowed the food unhurriedly, and then looked at him.

"This is definitely not what you want to say."

Wen Chizhou's tone was so sure that Xiang Junhua himself was choked.

Well, that's not really the case.

He rubbed his nose, looked around like a thief, and made sure that the madman was not there, so he leaned over to his side and whispered, "You are so pretty!" After finishing speaking, he quickly returned to his original position, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching Heart, even more honest than an honest gentleman, it's the corner of his eye that always runs towards Wen Chizhou.

In terms of color, ten Xiang Junhuas are not as good as one Wen Chizhou. He looks good, but Wen Chizhou is obviously better.

It is like the background color rendered by the blue watercolor deliberately lightened, and then the white space at the hem of the clothes is deliberately polished and deepened. The deep and light blue is like the sky after the rain. , this faint shadow remained on the clothes, as if his spirit had form, he chose clothes to live in.

As soon as he stepped downstairs, he attracted a lot of attention.

No matter how good-looking Wen Chizhou is, he is suspected of killing Wei Jie, and he is not willing to be looked at too much. Even if it is not malicious, he will feel unhappy. When it is not necessary, he drags Junhua to find a place. Empty table, take away the food and lay it down with a spell to isolate the eyes and ears.

Xiang Junhua clearly heard the voices of regret from around after the spell fell, and rolled his eyes unhappily.

What is it called?

No matter how loudly he yells, this person belongs to my family!

Seeing Wen Chizhou roll up his sleeves and put a shrimp dumpling on the plate next to him, Xiang Junhua poked the porridge in the bowl with distaste, feeling that the wine he drank yesterday was the sourness in his stomach today.

Wen Chizhou ordered a few more dishes and asked the waiter to bring them up, and then said: "How are you doing these days, can the madman be dedicated?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Junhua remembered the conversation yesterday when he pretended to be crazy while borrowing wine.

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178. Jinjiang Literature City

180 three

In the end, this heart-stirring delicacy was still in vain.

The reason is not Jinjiang 404 (it is!), the real obstacle is that Xiang Junhua is too busy.

Don't forget, his "retreat" is not over yet!

In order to reward the pacesetter cultivators who work day and night and have a bald hairline, Wen Chizhou decided to stay here for two more days in a very humane manner.

In the past two days, the hotel opened a new room.

Flowers and precious stones are always placed at the door of this new room as gifts.

The owner of this room would always turn a blind eye to these treasures, leaving only a broken heart behind him.

And because of the popularity of the owner of the room, the guide will explode from time to time, which makes the crew tremble.

The actors even exploded to their full potential. When it should be received, when it should be received, when it should be released, it should be released. Never let yourself embarrass the guide in front of the guide's "wife"!

Feng Xiao summed it up very well. He said: Losing face in any place is worse than losing face in front of your wife. How to win face for the guide, we will also have face in front of the guide in the future!

Regardless of their mentality, Liuying and the others took note of it all. No matter what, what they said was indeed reasonable and worth adopting.

Wen Chizhou is back, traveling thousands of miles away, but still so delicate that no traces of travel and dust can be seen.

Sometimes Xiang Junhua can't feel that he has left, and always feels that once this person comes back, his daily life will be seamlessly connected, and he will naturally integrate into his life.

When filming, he couldn't help but fell sleepy and fell beside him. Instead of being stopped by the handrail as in the past, he was supported by the other hands. When he looked back, he saw the white skin on the side of Wen Chizhou's neck, and the blood was pulsating under the blue blood vessels. , with a strand of hair sticking to it, the scenery is bewitching and salivating.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you." Wen Chizhou seemed to lose his guard against Xiang Junhua's hot gaze, and turned sideways to comfort him.

Xiang Junhua swallowed, annoyed that he was powerless.

It's been too long...he really did _(:з」∠)_, shit (a plant).

When writing the script, the torn and messy manuscripts were carefully sorted out, and he could touch what he wanted as soon as he reached out.

Feeling sore in his shoulders after working for a while, a pair of slender palms naturally pressed on the stiffest part, a few light strokes, so comfortable that he wanted to groan/groan.

That's all. What really disturbed Xiang Junhua's heartbeat was that he was tired of writing once and wanted to turn around and look at Wen Chizhou's beauty to refresh himself, but he didn't expect that Wen Chizhou in his line of sight was holding his own writing. The waste manuscript seemed to be read with relish, so focused that he didn't even notice that he was walking beside him.

When he found himself, for some reason, Wen Chizhou was particularly moved by this appearance, Xiang Junhua rarely broke through the shackles of morality, firmly pressed his shoulder and kissed his lips under his surprised gaze.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the soft tongue is lingering.

Carefully entangled with every inch of softness in the mouth, the scorching breath hit each other's faces, their cheeks were flushed, and the end of their eyes were moistened.

A dark fire burned in the eyes of the two of them. At this moment, they felt the attraction of each other from the bottom of their hearts.

In the past, Xiang Junhua didn't have a deep feeling, and was in awe of that too dazzling beauty, but from this moment on, he wanted to eat this beauty from the bottom of his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he collected himself.

No, not yet.

Xiang Junhua exhausted his willpower to suppress the emotional tide rolling in his body at this moment, but Wen Chizhou called his name inexplicably.

"Xiang Junhua, if you want, it's not impossible."

He said that he was defenseless, of course, but Xiang Junhua didn't want them to be so casual, he was a relatively traditional person in his bones.

Wen Chizhou is just the opposite of him. No matter how formal or elegant his preference is, his strong heart supports him to despise all red tape.

Tradition?

He created all the traditions in the world's inertial thinking, and also broke all the "traditions" that have become stereotypes.

Emperor Haotian is the pioneer, the leader of an era, and a peerless man who planned the laws of heaven and earth!

You can't talk about tradition with this kind of person, he is full of rebellious wildness in his bones.

This is also the main reason why Xiang Junhua has been secretly worrying that his partner is more generous than himself.

Compared with the other party, Xiang Junhua was a little more restrained, so he didn't catch his mouth.

The madman who hadn't shown up these days to make room for these two people had returned.

Wen Chizhou only stayed on the set for two more days, and then he left.

As soon as he left, after the madman came back, Xiang Junhua was confronted with a storm of interrogation.

"What have you been doing the past few days!" Knowing that the two of them had done nothing after they left, the madman's eyes were red, and the finger pointing at Xiang Junhua trembled slightly, his face full of tears.