Attunement into fine rules

"The Battle of Wangnianling Ridge caused by the Seven Kills Rebellion thousands of years ago was actually the defeat of the Demon Realm, and even the Demon Emperor of that time was confessed there. However, a Demon God was born immediately, succeeded the Demon Emperor, and gathered the Demon Realm's army Fight against the heavens." Wei Lang looked at his hands, and his voice was gentle and calm, as if telling someone else's story, "For thousands of years, the heavens were finally defeated, and countless gods and Buddhas fell because of this, causing the world's demonic energy to spread and the spiritual energy to gradually dissipate. , even if a mortal has spiritual roots, there is no way for him to cultivate immortality, and the world is full of demons."

"The rest of the gods, including the Heavenly Emperor, have now been driven to the Kunlun Mountains without a return."

Wei Yuan pondered and said, "That new Demon Emperor is really amazing."

Kunlun Mountain has no return gap, and it has always been a forbidden place that cannot be entered and cannot be exited. It used to be used to imprison demons and sinners.

The gods were driven there, and it was no different from being completely sealed.

Wei Lang laughed lightly and shook his head: "In terms of ability, the Demon Emperor is actually not very clever. It's just that he has no bottom line or scruples in doing things, and the Emperor of Heaven is bound by the rules of heaven, and he can't do this and that. No, it led to the final defeat of the whole front of the Heaven Realm."

"Because the spirit energy of the heaven and earth is gone, I haven't cultivated into a fairy god until now. I have just wandered around in the world for thousands of years, wasting my time."

Wei Yuan nodded: "I heard that Wei Hu has already cultivated to the stage of becoming a god, and is looking for a breakthrough opportunity outside?"

Wei Lang was stunned for a moment: "...It's true that Wei Hu has cultivated to the stage of transforming gods, but he has been in the fairy gate with the Feng sisters, relying on the floating mountain of the fairy gate and the spiritual stones accumulated for thousands of years to continue his cultivation. Now the immortal way is silent, If the thunder does not fall, there is no chance of a breakthrough in the outside world."

Wei Yuan took a sip of the wine with a smile, and shook the wine jar in his hand: "So that's how it is. I'll be free in a while, let's go and see Wei Hu and the others together."

When Wei Lang heard Wei Yuan mention the word "we", he happily agreed, "Yes."

Menghui was always concerned about Wei Yuan, seeing him shaking the wine urn, he knew that the honey wine had bottomed out, so he took another urn from the cave, held it in front of Wei Yuan and said affectionately: "Please, my lord. drink."

The beauties and wine are really pleasing to the eye.

Wei Yuan was just about to reach out to pick it up, but Wei Lang stretched out his arms calmly, stopped between Wei Yuan and Meng Hui, took the wine jar and handed it to Wei Yuan: "Young lady."

Wei Yuan took the wine from Wei Lang, but didn't think much about it.

These 1000 years, for him, passed as soon as he closed his eyes, and Wei Lang was like this a thousand years ago, he had to do everything for him by himself.

Menghui met Shang Wei Lang's eyes, but couldn't help but tremble all over, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Those deep eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge at a glance, with an obvious warning meaning.

At the same time, a low, threatening word that only she could hear sounded in her ears——

"If you get close to my son again with excuses, I will kill you."

This person beheaded the leader of the demon with one move in mid-air, descended from the sky on a big fish, and had a drink with the lord. He was obviously not an ordinary person.

Killing her is easy.

Cold sweat protruded from Menghui's back. She wanted to ask the Lord for help, but she and the Lord had just met today. Obviously, he and Zunzhu are good old acquaintances.

If there is trouble, will the lord believe in him or her?

Menghui was a smart one, even though her back was covered with cold sweat, she still pretended nothing happened and silently retreated to her original position.

A night of singing and dancing was enjoyed until late at night. The descendants of Lichen felt tired as mortals, but they did not want to go back to the gloomy cave.

As a god, Wei Yuan didn't need to sleep. Seeing this, he stood up quietly and said to Wei Lang in a low voice, "If that's the case, let's go back."

"Yes, young master." Wei Lang replied, stretched out his hand to summon the Moonlight Carp, straddled it with Wei Yuan, and flew towards the City of Man.

The tulle-like fins of the moonlight carp fluttered in the night sky, seemingly graceful and slow, but the flying speed was not low. Taking advantage of the long wind for thousands of miles, Wei Yuan and Wei Lang were sent to the sky above the temple. Landed down in the vestibule.

When it landed, it was so quiet that it was almost silent, and there were not even any nearby servants and servants who disturbed the sleeping gods.

At this time, the four-guard animal-head fountain made of white marble in the vestibule is bathed in moonlight and glows with sparkling colors. The spring water splashes down like jade beads, making a continuous and subtle rustling sound.

Like a never-ending rain.

"By the way, Wei Lu, Wei Ji and Wei Hu both left blood in the city, why don't you?" Wei Yuan casually asked Wei Lang as he walked through the courtyard.

Wei Lu's descendants are the temple ancestry, Wei Ji's descendants are the city lords of the city, and Wei Hu's descendants are the commanders of the Guardian Army, and they jointly control the three important forces in the city.

Only Wei Lang lives on the murals, and occasionally exists in people's mouths, illusory.

"Have you not met the right person for 1000 years?" Wei Yuan stepped up the steps.

"No." Wei Lang curled his slender fingers slightly into his fist, "I met you."

"Hey, when and where?" Wei Yuan turned his face away, with a smile on his lips, and glanced at Wei Lang, "What kind of person is it?"

"One thousand two hundred and nineteen years ago, in a wooden house in the mountains, I met and became acquainted with the young master." Wei Lang suddenly took a big step forward, walked around in front of Wei Yuan, and looked straight into his eyes, "From now on, I am happy with you, Like a rock without transfer.”

Or tens of thousands of years ago, the runaway slave boy in ragged clothes and scars was lying in the ice and snow, his numb and blue hand was held, and he looked up at the moment when he saw the handsome and beautiful fairy god.

Wei Lang had never expressed his love to Wei Yuan before, because he always felt that he was profane and unworthy.

In his mind, the lord should be aloof, he should enjoy the best things in the world, and he should have the most perfect lover.

He is an old wolf who came out of the mountains and forests, as long as he can stay by the Lord's side forever to serve, he can hide his inner emotions and shady desires forever.

However, since he retrieved the memory of Jue Hun in front of the Wishing Stone, he realized that the Lord once loved someone so fiercely and sincerely, that he even went against the rules of heaven to prolong his life for him, but in the end he was physically and mentally injured.

The Lord was so passionate and sincere, and fell in love with him.

Yes, fall in love with him.

The prodigal dog of the Emperor of Heaven is not worthy of the affection of the Lord.

For the past 1000 years, he has walked alone in the sea of ​​swords and blood. If there is anything he regrets the most, it is that he never let the Lord understand his intentions.

Wei Yuan looked at Wei Lang in shock, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

But under the moonlight, Wei Lang looked at him with eyes dim and soft, his thin lips parted and closed: "Therefore, it is impossible for me to have offspring. I haven't had any in 1000 years, and I won't have any in the future."

"But you don't know that I can collect incense and vows to be resurrected, don't you?" Wei Yuan heard his own voice, with a slightly difficult meaning, "What if my real soul disappeared thousands of years ago? "

"If the young master is here, I will always wait for the young master. If the young master is no longer here, I will be the young master's widow." Wei Lang took it for granted, "Even if it lasts forever, this heart will not change."

Wei Yuan looked at Wei Lang, as if meeting this person around him for the first time.

Wei Lang also looked at Wei Yuan, his heart beating violently, feeling uneasy.

Like a submissive wolf, it showed its soft belly to its master, allowing him to take life or death.

Both expect the master to show mercy, but also fear that it will be a fatal blow.

"Still waiting? 1000 years is not enough, do we have to wait another 1000 years?" Wei Yuan suddenly laughed, "Are you stupid?"

After speaking, he shook his head, intending to avoid Wei Lang.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lang took another step and stopped in front of Wei Yuan, his eyes sparkled with joy, "Then my lord...can I kiss you now?"

Wei Yuan looked at Wei Lang and replied, "Yes."

Wei Yuan and Wei Lang are similar in stature now, but Wei Lang stands one step higher than Wei Yuan. After receiving an affirmative answer, Wei Lang only felt a colorful bloom in his heart, and he even forgot his surname and name. She stretched out her arms to embrace Wei Yuan's back, leaned over and kissed Wei Yuan's bright red lips.

First of all, it is a light test of contact, and then tossing and turning, but this is not enough to fill the sea of ​​love and desire in the bottom of my heart.

Wei Lang clumsily parted the soft lips with his tongue, and tried to penetrate into Wei Yuan's mouth, with a bit of greed, licking Wei Yuan's smooth and white teeth one by one.

In this regard, he actually has no experience.

During the time when he and Wei Yuan were together ten thousand years ago, even though he had done all kinds of beautiful things, but because he only had the memory of the soul, to him it was just like playing a movie in his mind, and there was nothing wrong with it. real feeling.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth slightly, with a bit of indulgence, and let Wei Lang hug him tightly, kissing him clumsily and passionately.

Until Wei Lang's teeth hit his lip several times, and collided with his teeth several times.

Unbearable for such clumsy kissing skills, Wei Yuan could only choose to turn against the guest.

He hugged Wei Lang with his backhand, and hooked the tip of his tongue up, entangled Wei Lang's unruly tongue, which only knew how to lick and stir, and gently stroked and sucked.

Wei Lang's whole body trembled suddenly, and he felt a sense of numbness rushing straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, that bright red tongue stepped forward unhurriedly, sometimes lightly tapping the ridge of Wei Lang's tongue, and sometimes curling its hook around him.

Just like a ferocious beast, it devours the prey under its control in an extremely gentle posture.

Wei Lang was so breathless from the kiss that he retreated steadily, and his whole body softened very quickly.

He was a tall and strong man, but when faced with Wei Yuan's kiss, he was as soft as a puddle of water and almost melted.

Fascinated, confused and fascinated.

In the temple under the moonlight, after the long and lingering kiss was over, Wei Yuan let him go, reached out and wiped the silver thread from his slightly swollen lips, and said with a smile, "How? Do you still want to wait for me?"

"Don't wait, don't wait. 1000 years is too long, seize the day." Wei Lang's broad chest heaved up and down, his ears were red, and he stared deeply at Wei Yuan from the corners of his eyes, his chest was filled with great joy, and he spoke They all became a little intermittent, "Now, it is now, it can't be better."

"No, it can be better." Wei Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand to take Wei Lang's hand, and a diamond ring transformed from magical powers appeared on the root of Wei Lang's left ring finger, "For you, a token of love."

Wei Lang looked down at the diamond ring, which was shining brightly under the moonlight, and felt that the base of his ear was getting hotter and hotter.