How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

Jing Jue froze all over, and the heat that was finally suppressed was rampant in the inner palace.

Years of longing made him unable to stop and restrain that impulse under such closeness, and he almost burned his whole body hot.

When he stood up in a certain place without obeying his command, the strong sense of shame made him wake up suddenly, and the fear of being underestimated by his sweetheart instantly rushed to the high ground, and his body slammed back.

It's just that he was sitting on the wicker chair, and he fell flat when he leaned over.

This is the most taboo posture for martial arts practitioners, but Jing Jue stood there in a daze, as if he had dropped his helmet and armor.

Confused by his inexplicable reaction, Lu Shu leaned down and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

The closer Lu Shu got, the stiffer Jing Jue became.Jing Jue wanted to move sideways, but Lu Shu blocked his leg.

Sooner or later it would be exposed, shame drove Jing Jue to push Lu Shu away, but his body was unwilling.Under the tension of the two consciousnesses, his hands were clenched and tightened, and a crimson color could not be suppressed on his face.

The young Nie Si Xianshi suffered a crushing defeat.

Lu Shu was taken aback.

He stopped his movements and stopped approaching, put his arms outside Jing Jue's shoulders, looked down and looked at Jing Jue.

Seeing that the young master below him started to turn red from the tips of his ears, and slowly rose to the point where his entire face was red.

This young man's appearance is clear and beautiful, his bearing is imposing, and he has a bit of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away. At this moment, his face is glowing with thin red. It is this color that makes this man brighten instantly. It's like a fairy boy strayed into the world of mortals, and the red glow is burning on the blue sky, adding a bit of vitality to the cold beauty, so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

Lu Shu is a person who loves beauty. He never shirks his love for beautiful things, so he couldn't help but softly said: "Young master, you are so beautiful."

The two have very different temperaments.Jing Jue restrained himself in every possible way, but Lu Shu did whatever he wanted.

At this time, Lu Shu liked the young face of a young man, so he raised his hand without thinking, put his finger on the end of Jing Jue's eyes, and stroked gently.

This kind of posture and contact is of course beyond the bounds.

However, because of their different thoughts, no one stopped Lu Shu's actions.

This kind of skin-to-skin contact has been fantasized countless times, and he has longed for it for too long, and the 19-year-old cannot resist it.

And Lu Shu simply felt that it was too foul for a man to be so beautiful, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with such contact between men. He admired infinitely in his heart, and his tone softened: "You are the most handsome I have ever seen. man, are you a fairy coming to the world?"

Jing Jue's hands were clenched into fists, hanging stiffly on both sides, his eyes were attracted and he couldn't turn away.

Jing Jue was indeed extremely handsome, and at this moment, he was a bit emotional, breaking the noble and cold shell of the past, his usual cold face was stained red, and the corners of his eyes were also red. His movements flickered, really like a fairy who strayed into the world of mortals.

He was too close to Lu Shu, the loose long hair on his body slid down his shoulders, and the strands of hair swept across his cheeks, ears and chest, bringing out the itching all the way, and arousing a series of With the scorching heat, Jing Jue's hands hanging on both sides became tighter and tighter, if it wasn't for Yi Yi Qingming's pull, he would have raised his hand to embrace the person on his body into his arms.

Lu Shu is so smart. He has not yet experienced the most painful and dark things at this age, and it is even far away to leave the Demon Realm. He is still the noble son of Furong Mountain on the surface. He has been outstanding since he was a child. Growing up in Zhongxing Gongyue, he is no stranger to such envious eyes.

It is not difficult for him to guess that the young man under him has misunderstood him as a woman, and he probably knows that this young man with a strong blood may be thinking too much.

He had a bit of conscience, when he realized this, his slightly warm fingertips rested on the corners of Jing Jue's eyes for a moment and then left.

Lu Shu followed his mother and had a good appearance.

Probably related to Xiuqin Dao's emphasis on self-cultivation, cultivating character, and living in the cold northern foot where there is little sunshine. He always grows slower than his brothers of the same age, grows slower in stature, and slower in masculinity.He didn't start smoking until he was fourteen or fifteen years old, his Adam's apple developed so slowly that it was worrying, and he was always teased by his brothers for being indistinguishable.

In addition, his complexion has always been cold and fair. Even if he deliberately tans, he will soon turn pale again. He has always known that his appearance in recent years has tended to be soft, so he always tries to look masculine in his daily attire.

Today coincided with the fifteenth day, and he happened to be wearing a feminine attire, so the soft and youthful temperament that he usually hides was fully revealed.

I didn't do it on purpose - he laughed dumbfounded, and at the same time he finally found that his clothes were undone, and the crimson shirt inside was messy and couldn't cover the collarbone and skin, so he suddenly understood the helplessness of the young man underneath him.

In fact, Lu Shu has already started to grow rapidly at this age. He will soon lose his boyish appearance of a boy and a girl, and then he will grow taller, broad shoulders, and strong waist like a reborn. A few years later, he will be in the Demon Realm again After grinding out the invincible spirit of a demon king, no one would dare to use words such as softness and beauty on Lu Shu from now on.

I don't know whether to call it a coincidence or not, but Jing Jue just happened to be at the age when Lu Shu was in the most indistinguishable age between adolescence and adulthood, and on the day when the full moon was full, he opened the gate of Lu Shu's garden and fell into a trap. A silly tease.

Lu Shu was at a very playful age at this time, and he must have teased the other party in such an embarrassing state.

He faintly felt that as long as he teased him a little longer, this handsome young man would look even better and be more interesting. How could such a treasure be missed.

Thinking of this, Lu Shu burst out laughing, and joked expectantly, "Master, do you also think I'm pretty?"

Jing Jue nodded.

At this time, Tong Shu's spiritual sense in Lu Shu's body clearly saw the perdition and bewilderment in Jing Jue's eyes—the 19-year-old Jing Jue was surrounded by Lu Shu, desperately trying to resist but unable to resist His fragile and emotional appearance is obvious, and there is no way to hide it.

Tong Shu felt a little distressed.

If Tong Shu hadn't seen the scene in the dream with his own eyes, Tong Shu probably would never have connected that dumb son with Jing Jue in his entire life.

What happened that day was quite interesting to Lu Shu at that time, but it was not enough for Lu Shu to remember. Lu Shu had the idea of ​​asking the other party's name, but at first he didn't ask because the other party was dumb, and then the other party walked away. It was too hasty, and he didn't have time to get the pen and ink to ask the other party to write down his name.

What's even more regrettable is that the following years were the beginning of Lu Shu's darkness. He no longer had the heart to think about these interesting things, and he was no longer interested in teasing anyone. His interest in that day gradually faded, and his memory gradually blurred.

During the difficult years, Lu Shu would occasionally think of that beautiful dumb boy, and he would laugh twice when he thought of it, but he remembered the fun, but not the emotion.

Looking at Tong Shu today, how cruel Lu Shu's teasing was.

Doing this to a person who has been yearning for him for a long time, unintentionally causing dust, and then forgetting about it, is tantamount to holding a butcher's knife in his hand and slowing his heart.

Tong Shu knew that with Jing Jue's keenness, he probably guessed subconsciously that this was just a trick, but he waited for Lu Shu's butcher's knife to fall, unable to resist.

In the dream, Lu Shu continued to make bad jokes, he said: "Young master, my mother is not at home today, and the little girl is alone at home. You entered my house, ate my tea in the intercourse, and met me. You look disheveled, and you have been with me alone for a long time, I am afraid that the little girl's reputation will not be guaranteed, so you have to be responsible to me."

Jing Jue was still stiff and stiff, his eyes changing, trying his best to judge the authenticity of what Lu Shu said.

Lu Shu deliberately softened his voice: "You wood, you don't say anything like this, I can't guess what you think, do you want to be responsible for others?"

His anger will only make Jing Jue more confused, and naturally he can't wait for Jing Jue's answer.So he bent down again in a funny way, so close that his breath seemed to be intertwined, he stretched out his white fingers, poked Jing Jue's chest and asked: "He treats you with delicious food and drinks for half a day, do you have any?" conscience?"

Jing Jue's hand was already in pain, and he finally grabbed the trace of clarity that he didn't hold Lu Shu in his arms - he didn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that the sweetheart he had been dreaming of for so long was so easy to get.

He didn't believe that the person who said that he was responsible was Lu Shu who was independent and did his own thing. How could Lu Shu trade his commitment for dependence?

In the determination of the scene, Lu Shu is the sweetheart he can't ask for.

Reason tells Jing Jue that these are all fake.

But he couldn't escape Lu Shu's slightly disheveled crow-colored hair, couldn't escape the other party's rippling eyes, couldn't escape the other party's lightly parted lips, couldn't escape the other party's half-loose skirt and excessive charm.

The Lu Shu described in this way coincided with those unspeakable dreams. A seductive figure appeared from a dark corner of his heart—that figure was wearing a blue coat and a long scarlet skirt, with long hair hanging down. Exhale like orchids, speak provocatively, and be extremely charming.

Thus the first demon was born.

The newborn demon called him timidly: "Jing Shenwei, hello!"

Jing Jue was stunned fiercely, the inner palace was in turmoil, and his eyes were instantly blurred.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was the real person, Lu Shu on his body or the demon in his heart.

A seductive voice lingered:

The demon said: "Both are me, which one do you like?"

The demon said: "Didn't you always want to hug me, kiss me, and do excessive things to me? I'm right in front of you, why don't you do it again?"

The demon said: "You wood, you can do whatever you want, you really don't understand how long you want me to wait."

The demon said: "Jing Shenwei, I really like the things you dream about every night, come on..."

The demon said: "Jing Shenwei, come and conquer me, possess me, and teach me."

The demon said: "Jing Shenwei, do what you want and don't let me down."

Do what I want?Jing Jue's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he thought:

But I don't want to force him, hurt him, or change him.

I want to love him, be with him, support him.

Soldiers are fierce, swordsmen are sharp, and most sword repairmen have a brutal and cruel side.The young sword cultivator has a noble character cultivated since childhood.

Jing Shenwei can be regarded as a real gentleman. When he encountered demons for the first time, when he was caught off guard, he kept the last sobriety.

Before his calmness collapsed, he exerted his strength suddenly and rolled sideways to the ground, not daring to look at Lu Shu again, he got up staggeringly, and ran out of the courtyard in a hurry like avoiding a flood.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

In the courtyard where the red petals are flying, there is a row of fallen reds that have been trampled messily.

Lu Shu, who didn't know the inside story, laughed and leaned forward and backward, watching the handsome young man stumble at the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly his conscience realized that he had gone too far.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he chased after a few steps, only to see a figure fleeing quickly. He felt a little disappointed that I hadn't asked your name yet, so he shouted loudly: "My name is Lu Shu, and the word is Bing Shi. You will find me in the future." I will settle accounts, so I will come to Furong Mountain, and I will wait for you."

After running a long way, Jing Jue silently recited the name in his heart, and then at night, he spread out the white rice paper and wrote three words——Lu Bingshi.

The dream came to an abrupt end here, the courtyard, rattan chairs, and fallen leaves gradually blurred, and the clouds and mists rose to cover the sky and the sun.

Tong Shu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the dream was over.

He waited silently for his appearance, but after waiting for a long time, he saw strangely that the covering clouds and mist dispersed again, the blue sky reopened, the wind blew past his ears, the fragrance of pomegranate flowers lingered, and the light tide of Shijing Lake swayed softly.

He returned to the small garden at the northern foot of Furong Mountain? !

The same scene, the same Lu Shu leaning on the rattan chair, and then there were three light knocks on the wooden door, but Lu Shu didn't answer; after three more knocks, Lu Shu answered, and someone pushed the door in...

Jing Jue is here again.

Tong Shu felt a pain in his heart—Jing Jue refused to wake up, and restarted the dream just now.

So the same plot went through again, and when the clouds and mists closed, Tong Shu had a vague suspicion in his mind-Jing Jue would never end it easily.

Sure enough, the clouds and mist dispersed again, and the dream restarted again.

Jing Jue pushed open the door of Beilu Xiaoyuan for the third time.

Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth times...

The author has something to say: I should be able to write some kind of plot in the next chapter, and then I will put the skirt in the full version to avoid being locked.

As I said before, there is an urgent matter at home, so I can’t change it on Monday and Tuesday, and I have time to write on Wednesday.I should be able to write the next chapter on Wednesday. If I can’t write it, I will ask for leave. I’ll just be busy for a few days.

In the past few days, the update time has been disrupted due to something. In the future, it will be updated at 10:[-] pm on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and July. I will collect manuscripts at other times. I will work hard to add more manuscripts.

I feel like I can finish it within [-] words, come on.

Thanks to all the little angels who have never left Xiao Lengwen.

Daily review.

(I really like such an affectionate and gentlemanly attack. Jing Jue has satisfied most of my beautiful fantasies about this kind of attack. If I still have the courage to write this article, I can write another type of attack.)

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