bodhisattva is busy

Following King Zhou and Daji all the way to Shouxian Palace, Luo Fan thought that these two people would definitely flirt and make upheaval after they entered, and was debating whether to follow, but saw King Zhou and a group of attendants come out, unexpectedly It's because he didn't stay overnight with Daji.

She couldn't help being surprised and said, "This Daji doesn't seem to be as well-loved as the rumors say."

Yang Jian shook his head and said with a smile: "When did the little uncle care about these irrelevant people, don't lose that guard is the right thing to do."

Luo Fan also knew this truth, it was more important to get down to business, he could read gossip at any time, so he nodded, and the two followed King Zhou and arrived at the palace where King Zhou lived without any hindrance.

As soon as King Zhou entered the palace gate, the gloom in his eyes melted instantly, and the smile on his lips seemed to be more real.

The maids came in one after another, took off his coat, waited for him to lie down on the soft couch, and then quietly went down again.

He waved his hand, and all the guards who had been protecting him also retreated outside the door, only the target surrounded by golden light stood quietly in the center of the hall, without saying a word or moving.

King Zhou looked at the guard, smiled happily, and said, "The so-called fairy music I heard in Lutai just now is not as good as your zither, and I am very tired of hearing it."

Hearing the words, the guard finally raised his head. It turned out to be an extremely handsome young man with a light and elegant demeanor, quite the demeanor of a literati.

He didn't answer, and King Zhou didn't mind. He smiled, as if he was used to it, and said to himself: "The music is so loud and harsh, it seems that there are still tinnitus at this time. If you can listen to it at this time You just need to play a misty piano sound."

The man finally answered, "If the king wants to hear it, the criminal should play for the king." His voice was unnaturally cold and unspeakably awkward.

King Zhou propped himself up and looked at him in surprise, and said, "You...are you willing to play the piano for me?"

The man didn't answer, but turned his head away, frowning, as if he was holding back something, but the reluctance he expressed was so obvious that even Luo Fan and Yang Jian, who didn't know why, could see it.

The brilliance in King Zhou's eyes dimmed in an instant, he felt a little lost, and then disappeared in an instant. He stood up suddenly, took the long piano from the table, stuffed it into the man's arms without any explanation, and said in a strong tone: "Lonely If the king asks you to play the qin, you will have to listen to the qin alone, how can it be tolerated whether you want it or not!"

"Your Majesty always makes things difficult for others."

He said something lightly, but still obeyed the order and sat cross-legged on the ground, set up the long piano, brushed his fingertips, and the sound of the piano overflowed, clear and long, just like him.

King Zhou just stood in front of him, looking down at him playing the piano, the color of his eyes changed several times and became obscure.

The song was only half played, but King Zhou suddenly became angry for some reason, and he angrily said: "Enough, stop!"

The sound of the piano was long, still slowly flowing out of those slender hands, without the slightest pause.

Luo Fan squinted his eyes and looked, tsk tsk, he always felt that this person had a feeling of being angry with King Zhou.

King Zhou became more and more annoyed, his sharp eyes seemed to be full of murderous intent, he grabbed the wine bottle and threw it on the qin, shouting: "Can't you hear me, stop!"

As soon as the wine bottle was smashed down, several strings that were originally tight broke and bounced back. The end of the break cut across the young man's face, leaving a few long cuts. That pale handsome face became more and more morbid.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he looked like a walking dead with no interest in life.

When King Zhou saw this, a bit of tyranny suddenly appeared in his eyes. He grabbed the young man by the hair, and mercilessly pulled the expressionless face in front of him. The young man was dragged off the ground by him in pain. When he woke up, there was pain and forbearance between his brows, his whole face was distorted in pain, and finally he couldn't help screaming out.

"Oh, I thought you didn't know it hurts." King Zhou laughed when he heard his cry, his voice was very gentle, and his smile was very gentle, but the sadism in his eyes did not fade away. With one hand, he strangled the young man's neck. The man suddenly had difficulty breathing, the screams stopped abruptly, and his face turned red.

King Zhou was still laughing, but he didn't let go of his hand holding the young man's neck. He leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered affectionately: "You always have a deadpan face all day long. I don't like it. It still looks good with some blood."

Seeing that the young man in his hand was about to suffocate to death, he suddenly let go of his hand and let the other party fall to the ground, his eyes were red from being suffocated and filled with tears, he crawled at his feet coughing and panting violently, smiling happily .

Peat, master help, my disciple has encountered a pervert!

"The ancestor is far away on the top of Kunlun, what's the use of calling him? If the little uncle is afraid, why not try calling me by my name."

The voice was very low but it was close to his ear, Luo Fan was startled, turned his head to look, it turned out that Yang Jian had stood behind him at some point, and was talking in his ear at this moment, with his thin lips parted and closed, warm As the breath flowed, Luo Fan's ears turned red in an instant.

He resisted the movement of patting his chest to suppress his shock, and pretended to be calm: "Nephew Yang Jian just said that I was calling Master, why is that?"

Luo Fan has a characteristic, that is, no matter how tangled and turbulent he is in his heart, he will never be able to see it just by looking at his appearance. He has always paid attention to his own image and face project, so he rarely loses his composure. Yang Jian has been with him for a long time Gradually, I figured out some rules.

For example, now, Luo Fan's expression is very normal, not serious, but also upright and righteous, as if he can't wait to rush forward and draw his sword to help, but in fact, he must be complaining all kinds of things in his heart, and he is completely out of shape.

This task was sent by Yuanshi Tianzun. Based on Yang Jian's understanding of Luo Fan, he was probably calling Yuanshi Tianzun in his heart at this time, either crying or swearing, and he couldn't get rid of the two.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and smiled softly, with some anticipation in his eyes and a little bit of pride, he deliberately moved closer, his lips almost touching Luo Fan's ear, and asked softly: "Guess, I guessed it right?"

"You don't know how to calculate or divination. You just guess wildly, without any accuracy." Luo Fan replied subconsciously, only a fool would admit it.

He was a little trembling by Yang Jian's overly intimate behavior. He also knew that Yang Jian was probably joking, but because it was a joke, he couldn't dodge any more. There was always a feeling that if he dodged, he would lose .

Therefore, Luo Fan continued to remain calm. If he ignored his wandering eyes and red ears, he had successfully pretended.

Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't help lowering his head and grinning.

Smile!

Luo Fan was furious, raised his eyebrows and imitated King Zhou's movements to pinch his neck, gritted his teeth in his heart and said viciously: "I'll make you laugh!"

Yang Jian saw that Luo Fan seemed to be really angry, so he quickly admitted his mistake and coaxed others: "Uncle, I was wrong, and I am willing to be punished by uncle."

Naturally, Luo Fan couldn't really strangle him to death, not to mention that he wouldn't be angry about such a thing, but he could see Yang Jian through, it was like hitting a snake with a stick, and he really couldn't condone it, but he happened to be He grasped the proportions very well, never really stepped on Luo Fan's bottom line, and had no choice but to resist, so Luo Fan could only feel pain in his ass.

At this time, someone suddenly heard a report from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, the Queen has something important to discuss, please come over."

"Daji?" King Zhou frowned obviously, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down, and said loudly, "Then go and have a look."

As he spoke, he squatted down, looked at the distressed young man at his feet, grabbed his hem, and forced him to look directly at him, with such force that Luo Fan almost thought that the two faces would slam into each other .

King Zhou approached the opponent's face, and suddenly stretched out his tongue to lick the wound on his face. The wound was scratched by the strings of the zither, narrow but long, and the tip of his tongue licked the bloody wound, gently He sucked hard, not letting go of any part, and all the overflowing blood was drawn into the tip of his tongue.

The small wound stopped bleeding quickly after being gently and carefully licked, and then he said softly: "I'll go and come back as soon as I go, please be obedient and don't run away, I've never been patient enough."

After all, he didn't care whether the other party was trembling or afraid, and strode out of the palace.

After confirming that King Zhou had left, Luo Fan and Yang Jian appeared and walked up to the man.He was holding on to the ground and wanted to get up from the ground. Luo Fan wanted to reach out to help him, but he avoided him. He frowned and asked, "Who... are you? How did you get in here?"

Yang Jian replied: "Family master Jinxiadong Yuding real person." He pointed to Luo Fan again, "This is my uncle."

Only then did the young man let go of his vigilance, and said: "It turns out that they are two immortals." These two people appeared as soon as King Zhou left. They must have been observing nearby just now, and they must have seen his embarrassment and humiliation, so they smiled wryly Said: "Let the two laugh."

"Excuse me, sir, who is it, why did King Zhou... humiliate you like this." Luo Fan gritted his teeth, his tone heavy.

With a self-deprecating smile, the young man said: "To tell you the truth, I am Bo Yikao, the son of Xibo Hou Jichang. I went to Chaoge to offer treasures to save my father, but was imprisoned in the palace by King Zhou."

Boyi test? !

Wasn't Bo Yikao chopped into meat paste by Daji to make meat pies and then given to his father to eat?How could he still be alive and seem to be having an affair with King Zhou? !

By the way, the master said that he changed his fate against the sky for some reason.

Thinking of this, Luo Fan became entangled, let me go, if changing his fate is to change him from death to death, then it is better not to change it!

I don't know which of the two fates is more disastrous for Bo Yikao, being chopped into meat sauce and eaten by his father, or being imprisoned and humiliated in the palace by King Zhou.

But what is certain is that no one will have a brainstorm to change their fate from one tragedy to another. Therefore, Bo Yikao is definitely not willing to change himself. He should belong to the category of being changed by the sky.

I don't know who is so wicked to do such a thing?

After thinking about it, he searched for a candidate, and his face froze immediately: Nima can't be that perverted King Zhou, right? !