I refuse this box lunch

"I finally know now." Fuhe's tone was quite self-defeating, he scooped up some of the remaining soup in the pot, frowned after taking a bite, "If you don't have diamonds, it's better not to work with porcelain , I really don’t have the talent in cooking.”

A hand passed behind his back, brushing a hair band around his neck, the spoon was taken away, and Wu Luan drank the remaining soup without any hesitation.

Fuhe was dumbfounded, and murmured: "It's not good to drink..."

Against the light coming in from the window, the handsome man had a light warm color on the edge of his clothes. He raised his eyes and said seriously: "I think it's pretty good."

Fu He laughed: "This filter is so thick, your sense of taste is not right, it's not right, you obviously..." He stuck for a moment, and mumbled, "Golden and precious young master, there must be a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas that you have eaten since childhood Yes, I am a clear soup with little water."

Although the steps of the recipe are not bad, there are still problems.

Such a good auspicious wishful soup, he just can't learn it.

Wu Luan shook his head, apparently still disagreed, turned his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and untied Fuhe's hair tie.

"What is this for?" Fuhe swallowed, "I still..." Do you want to come again?

Although this "coming" is not a real sword in the ordinary sense, but if there are too many "coming", he may really be unable to resist.

Wu Luan brushed aside a strand of black hair that was stuck to Fu Hexue's neck due to sweat, and moved her hands, a hair curling movement.

"Are you still going?" he asked softly.

Fuhe sighed inwardly, but put on a relaxed expression on his face, "To be honest, I'm not sure either. That space-time rift seems to have a grudge against me, and it doesn't allow me to live in peace."

Wu Luan gently rubbed Fuhe's scalp with her fingers, her tone did not reveal any disappointment, "I have seen some incomplete records in the sect's classics."

Fuhe expected that there were indeed many ancient methods that had not been eliminated 3000 years ago, so he hurriedly asked: "Can a true immortal who has successfully ascended really be able to tear apart time and space?"

Wu Luan gave an affirmative answer to this: "Yes." He tied the hair tie into a button, walked up to Fuhe and looked at him, "Why do you ask that?"

Fuhe felt that he had finally found the source, "I suspect that some real immortal is plotting against me."

His face was tangled, "But it's not quite right. I don't have a long body, and my cultivation is not top-notch. I can shatter the void even if I am a real immortal. Why do you bother to calculate me?"

If the alliance is doing bad things, just drag him to a place where there is no one to fend for himself, and all the suspicions there can be eliminated first.

Wu Luan's gaze was heavy, and he said, "Whether it's this world or the higher world, there are no true immortals anymore."

Fuhe was really surprised now, and looked at him with wide eyes: "What do you mean? You know about real immortals?"

Overturned overturned.

People in the world cultivate immortals only to become immortals.

If real immortals never existed, then they would still be cultivating ghosts.

Wu Luan thought that Fuhe was frightened, so he stepped forward and embraced him, "Afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid." Fuhe put his face on Wu Luan's chest, "I just think it's absurd, and I can't figure it out. If there are no real immortals, then the suzerains of various sects in the fairy kingdom will simply pass away , Feisheng's statement is all false?"

"Fake." Wu Luan was very straightforward, "My inheritance embodies all causal facts."

Now Fuhe felt confused again, "The body of the fairy...there is still an inheritance."

In the past, Lord Demon Emperor really knew how to hide things from others, so he didn't mention anything.

Although he didn't ask.

"There is an inheritance." Wu Luan hugged Fu He's waist with one hand, pointed out a finger with the other hand, pondered for a moment, and lightly pointed at the center of his brow.

In the blink of an eye, Fuhe understood the reason through a small inheritance technique.

Knowing the truth, he murmured in disbelief: "The body of a fairy and demon is so..."

It turns out that Tianxian Continent was much larger in ancient times than it is now.

It turns out that a long time ago, the outer membrane of the continent was damaged by external forces, causing the territory to shrink repeatedly.

It turns out that from the first time the self-bounding membrane was destroyed, the passage to the fairy world was destroyed, and half of the road to immortality for mortals was cut off.

It turned out that there used to be a group of people who stuck to their Daoist ambitions and swore to defend the mainland even under the invasion of the demons, even if they sacrificed all their Dao Hearts, Dao Paths, and Dao Bodies, they died with the demons.

It turns out that Wu Luan is so alive and so big that he is not alone...

Fuhe's lips trembled, and his brows were frowned.

The blood psychic power of the fairy and the devil was repeatedly fused by countless chaotic forces, and it took many years to give birth to such a heaven and earth spirit.

As a human body, it is also the ultimate weapon.

A human is not a human, but a holy artifact that has been enshrined by countless ancestors for thousands of years.

Only by using this weapon can Tianxian have no real immortals, no demons, and peace and prosperity.

"This, this..." Fuhe's eyes were moist instantly, "Isn't this bullying? You knew about it since the spirit body was activated that day?"

Wu Luan nodded, "For more than a month, I have received all the inherited memories of the ancient ancestors."

Fuhe felt a sharp pain in his heart, trembling with anger, and almost cursed, "What do those dead old men mean, sacrificing one person to save all lives, this is their way, what kind of shit!"

He couldn't understand, "All living beings belong to all living beings. You have to rely on your own ability to fight for life or death. Why do you have to save yourself by yourself? Sacrificing the small self to achieve the big self? Tool!? You are not a tool, you are a human being. You have human feelings, human thinking, and human beings!"

He was really afraid that Wu Luan would be brainwashed by those dead old men, and he would be in a hurry.

Wu Luan smiled, and pressed the man in his arms back to his chest who was about to rage: "I know, of course I know that I am human. Besides, people have selfish desires. My selfish desires are so strong, how can I be a weapon?"

Fuhe didn't listen to it very much, and he was thinking, "You were only 15 years old when you knew about this..." Lonely and helpless, all the burdens of the sky fell on one person's shoulders, and he was not by his side. You have to be vigilant, "You choose to go to the fairyland to study art, don't be stupid."

Wu Luan was in a really good mood today, stroking the hair of the man in his arms one after another, "Where did you find out that I am a selfless and good person?"

Fuhe raised his head and stared at him, refusing to accept the sympathetic behavior.

Wu Luan looked into Fuhe's eyes and said softly, "Actually, I'm very selfish."

Even if I know my own destiny, I want to keep you at all costs.

Fuhe thought of all the things that the devil emperor had borne all by himself, and the faces of those immortals, and couldn't help being angry and worried, and said simply:

"I'm also very selfish. It's okay to save the common people. If it's within my ability, I can just help. But if this matter not only endangers myself, but also makes the white-eyed wolf cheaper, and has no value at all, then I'm really If you die, you have to be angry."

Wu Luan touched his face and coaxed him softly, "Don't be angry, I'm fine here."

Coincidentally, this sentence once again touched on what Fowle was most worried about.

He really didn't know what happened to Wu Luan who was more than 3000 years later after he left.It's life, it's... death.

Fu He's face gradually turned pale, and he tightened Wu Luan's arm, whispering: "We agreed, we will live and die together."

Wu Luan paused for a long time before solemnly saying, "Okay."

Fuhe hijacked Wu Luan, Zhu Motian was out of control, but the others still did not give up looking for their junior.

With free time, some unreasonable person will be bitter, "So you still have so many good brothers."

Wu Luan stated the facts: "I got started late, and I don't practice in one place on weekdays, and my relationship is mediocre."

Fuhe just followed his tongue and smiled: "Come on, drive them all back, Daxue Mountain is about to be closed."

Wu Luan nodded, looked at him, and asked, "Aren't you with me?"

"Together together." Fuhe walked around behind him, rolled up his sleeves and jumped, hugged Wu Luan's neck with both hands, and clamped Wu Luan's waist with his two long legs, "It's just stuck together, and I will never lose it this time." gone."

Wu Luan hugged Fu He's leg that was about to slide down, so he didn't hold the sword empty-handed, Jin Lan flew into the other hand, Fu He watched the sword and praised: "Jin Lan is getting more and more beautiful."

If the sword spirit could speak, it would definitely not just "buzz" lightly.

The sky outside had changed rapidly at this time, Wu Luan returned to the team behind his back, and lied without batting an eyelid, claiming that a monk helped him drive away the monster who slandered Zhu Motian, and the monk was also injured in the process , Wu Luan was grateful for his kindness, so he brought him back for treatment.

The others did not have any doubts about this statement, and carried another wounded man, Zhu Motian, down the mountain together.

We all know that the weather is different, so we dare not delay, but after all, the footsteps cannot keep up with the speed of the storm.

"No, it's going to be a domain right now." Fuhe sent a voice transmission to Wu Luan, "Your way of forming formations is good, I can take care of myself, you should try to set up formations to block it first, don't let these monks fall into the snow in the domain."

Wu Luan obeyed, scattered formations along the way, but still did not let go of Fuhe.

Fu He sighed helplessly, put his hand on Wu Luan's shoulder, pretended to have just woken up, and said in surprise, "Fellow Daoist, what's the matter?" !"

The hurricane swirled wildly, forming a huge vortex, which seemed to have eyes, chasing all the monks madly.Zhu Motian was being carried by someone, his face was almost slapped by the wind and snow non-stop, his originally fair face was brimming with blood.

With the combined efforts of Fu He and Wu Luan, the Golden Core Stage of the Immortal Demon Body was almost at the same level as the restrained False God Realm. After about a cup of tea, everyone finally escaped and watched from the sideline of the snow-capped mountain.

"Click...Boom"

The blizzard blows up a huge snow tide, and the sky is full of ice and snow. It falls and rises with the hurricane, and the cycle is endless, overturning rocks and landforms.

There seemed to be a tall and invisible hood above the snow-capped mountains that locked the area heavily, and the strong wind inside was relentless, and it took a long time for it to subside.

Looking at it at this time, from the outside, the continuous snow-capped mountains are extremely quiet and secluded, as beautiful as nature itself.It almost makes people forget that there is a strong resentment waiting for the prey to come to the door at any time in the domain.

Nine tails die and lose their sons, and hatred mobilizes the power of heaven and earth, forming a snowy land thousands of miles away, which is also deplorable.

Fu He touched the animal pouch in his sleeve, leaned over and whispered in Wu Luan's ear, "It shouldn't take too much time to impose a restriction here."

Wu Luan nodded in agreement, turned around and was about to say goodbye to the rest of his classmates.

The disciple next to him saw that the intimacy between the two of them was natural, and those with a little experience had already vaguely expected it, and secretly winked at Wu Luan.

Cultivator surnamed Li didn't understand yet, so he popped up in a daze, "Do you need us to stay and help?"

Pushed by the people around him and pulled to the back, another monk said with a smile: "Cheng Chengcheng, it's good for Junior Brother Wu to stay with this fellow Taoist. It can heal your wounds and benefit the world. Anyway, Junior Brother Wu's The master has traveled all over the world for hundreds of years without seeing anyone, so he is the most unrestrained. We will bring Brother Zhu back to the sect to return to his life, and his situation is not very good."

Fu He held back a smile to look at Zhu Motian's pig-headed face, sent everyone away, turned his head and leaned on Wu Luan's body, and arched affectionately.

They come and go, and they should cherish all the time that follows.

Cultivation has no time, the Daxue Mountain is close in front of you, and the mountains are dazzling. Compared with it, the sunrise and moonset are especially inconspicuous.Wu Luan rebuilt a hut for the two of them, just right for them to live together.

Imposing restrictions on a giant domain is not something that can be done with lip service, nor is it as easy as it was said before.They guard here to prevent anyone from entering it by mistake, and at the same time apply spiritual restraint, day after day.

It seems that there is only winter in the world, spring and summer are gone, and the cold is pervasive and intrusive all year round.

Wu Luan has long been used to penance, and he doesn't care about the coldness, but every day when his spiritual power is exhausted, he returns to the hut, takes off his clothes, and the False God Realm who is afraid of the cold will immediately roll from the couch into his warm embrace , The body touches, and the warmth flows in an instant.

Compared with the icy cold outside, the warmth inside the house almost made him abandon his tenacity in the past, and linger on the warm and fragrant nephrite.

Fu Wo closed his eyes, took a comfortable breath, and then exhaled.The two often take turns to work and rest, so the opportunity to lie down with each other is especially precious.

His voice was hoarse: "When the affairs here are over, we will be a pair of mandarin ducks wandering around the world, okay?"

Wu Luan hugged Fuhe tightly, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "You can go wherever you want."

Fuhe didn't know what he had thought of, and laughed, "It seems that we are already paired with wild mandarin ducks. A small house, no matchmaker and no employment, and the two stay together."

Wu Luan also laughed, and continued: "In ancient times, there were immortals who formed a contract, worshiped in all directions, and had auspiciousness and auspiciousness in the sky. If they have it, you should also have it."

Hearing this, Fuhe sat up, leaned on Wu Luan who had changed from lying on his side to lying on his back, and tapped the man's chest with his chin, with a trace of melancholy in his expression, he said in a low voice: "So you came up with the idea at this time. "

Their heaven and land deed is so powerful and stretches thousands of miles, how could he forget it.

It took so long to prepare and use it, and the reason seems self-evident.

"What?" Wu Luan still didn't understand.

Fuhe shook his head, his eyes returned to laziness, "When I get up early tomorrow, you have to make me a bowl of soup."

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