Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

As soon as Mu Chu fell back to the bench, his back bumped against the back of the bench, making a muffled sound, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

With one hand, Jing Yuan pressed/holds/Mu Chu’s hand that was half-laid on the armrest of the bench, and with the other hand propped up on the back of the chair, imprisoning Mu Chu in it. He was breathing heavily, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Mu Chu's left hand.

A meandering lightning flashed across the sky accompanied by rumbling thunder.

Mu Chu looked at the beautiful face that was too close in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat, especially facing Shang Jingyuan's eyes that were as black as a bottomless abyss, which made his breathing a bit messed up. The barrier of Master Leng's image collapsed, he threw away his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

Jing Yuan looked at the flustered expression of the man imprisoned in his arms like a deer bumping into him, and felt a little restless for no reason. His deep and dark eyes concealed paranoid longing, his thin lips parted lightly, and his deep, magnetic voice was like a ghost. Whispered: "Master, you are afraid of me again."

Mu Chu suppressed the panic in his heart, and hurriedly said: "No."

But Jing Yuan suddenly laughed out loud, the voice was still deep and pleasant, but it seemed to be filled with some kind of crazy obsession, which made Mu Chu's whole heart jump into his throat.

Jing Yuan moved closer, and the distance between the two of them was so close that there was only an inch of breathing room left. He exhaled like blue, and his magnetic voice was bewildered, "I obviously only want to talk to the teacher. Well respected, why is Master always afraid of me?"

Mu Chu's heart was in a mess, cold sweat rolled down his back, and he said stubbornly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He exhausted all his strength to shout out this sentence without deterrent force, but he saw the paranoid madness flashed across Jing Yuan's face, and then Jing Yuan looked at him sadly, with an indescribable sadness in his voice: "I don't know, I don't understand... I have a lot of respect for Master..."

"Master, don't be afraid of me, don't abandon me..."

"I have nothing……"

"I only have you..."

Jing Yuan's low-pitched pleading made Mu Chu's heart feel as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle. He was a little out of breath, and the vision of his previous life appeared in a trance before his eyes. , the heart-piercing scene of crying...

He looked at the young man in front of him who looked at him with sad and hopeful eyes, his heart was sore and unbearable, he leaned forward slightly, leaned his chin on Jing Yuan's shoulder, stretched out his free right hand to hug Jing Yuan, He also patted his back lightly, and said dumbly, "I'm here."

Jing Yuan was shaken all over, and with trembling hands, he hugged the man in his arms tightly, like hugging his whole world.

After finally waiting for the rain to stop, Mu Chu returned to his residence, he stepped into the yard absently and walked forward.

"Master..."

Mu Chu stood where he was, then turned around, and said in a relaxed tone, "What's the matter?"

Jing Yuan fluttered his white clothes lightly, and there was a star in his eyes, "I just want to call you Shizun."

Mu Chuqiang smiled to himself, and said softly, "Go back."

Jing Yuan looked at him, but his eyes were extremely firm, "Master, I will win!"

Mu Chu replied in a trance, "What?"

Jing Yuan frowned, with a pure and harmless smile on his lips, "It's nothing, Master, rest early."

Mu Chu answered blankly, pushed the door open and entered the room.

Jing Yuan has been watching Mu Chu enter the room, but he didn't leave, and the smile on his lips faded a bit. He stood on the spot, with dark eyes, staring at the closed door. place.

The beast lurking in the beating heart was extraordinarily frenzied tonight, jumping up and down uneasily, pacing back and forth in the dark corners of the heart.It shakes its head and tail, it is dizzy, it roars, it scratches its head, it doesn't know what's wrong with itself, it just thinks that the whole beast is bad, it wants to be petted on the head, wants to curl up in the arms of its owner, and let the owner touch it to brighten its color black and purple hair.

But, but, no, no master!

Jing Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness/movement in his heart, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Master..."

Mu Chu was sitting in front of the table at this time, looking at the slightly flickering candle light in a daze.

Everything in the past flashed before my eyes one by one like a horse watching flowers——

There are ignorant longings from the past...

There are beings that are ignored...

Has a history of being suspected and bullied...

There is the pain of being pointed at the nose and scolded "Why don't you die"...

There are people who live on the street, relying on the tiny light of matches to keep warm, but still feel relaxed and relieved...

The nightmare-like scenes of the past intertwined and blended in front of his eyes, and finally frozen on the rooftop, the scene of him crying with his head in his arms.

In the end, the scene shattered like glass and scattered into countless dotted crystals.

Mu Chu rubbed his cheeks and let out a long breath.

The past is cleared, love and hate are free, don't think about the past, and don't fear the future.

When the night wind blew, the candle flickered, but it never went out, the light still existed, and the room was filled with a clear light in an instant.

On the second day, the third group of competitions in the Sword Trial Conference was held as scheduled.

Sitting on the viewing platform, Mu Chu kept fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, yawning continuously and making him sleepy.

After Su Ziyu woke up Mu Chu for the nth time, he said helplessly, "Brother Chu, did you go looking for flowers and asking Liu last night, why are you so sleepy?"

Mu Chu glanced at him, propped his head on one hand and cursed: "Get out."

Su Ziyu looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't ask Liu for flowers, so what did you do last night? Could it be that you went to get rid of evil spirits?"

Mu Chu: "Su Ziyu, why are you so busy? Can I just be sleepy?"

Su Ziyu said "I don't believe it".

"Believe it or not." Mu Chu yawned and was about to squint for a while, but Su Ziyu pushed his shoulder and continued to babble, "Brother Chu, don't sleep. It’s wonderful, why don’t you comment and comment with me, or I’ll be sleepy too.”

Mu Chu originally wanted to shout, "Are you poisonous?" But after seeing Su Ziyu's obedient appearance, he changed his mind, sat up straight, and said straightly: "I will watch with you."

Su Ziyu was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at him rather ghostly, and stammered: "Forget it, forget it, go on to sleep."

Mu Chu said helplessly, "What exactly do you want?"

Su Ziyu murmured: "I thought you were a bit strange, you were obviously not happy just now, why can you change your face faster than turning the pages of a book?"

Mu Chu looked at the people whose clothes were fluttering and were competing fiercely, with a slight smile in his eyes, "It's not a big deal."

Moreover, it is rare to have such a friend by my side, so I should cherish it all the more.

Su Ziyu's eyes lit up, he put his arm around Mu Chu's shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Hahaha, brother Chu is so kind." Then he said: "Now can you tell me why you went there last night?"

Mu Chu: "Get lost."

In the third match, people from Qi Lianzong and Lingxiao Palace were all among them. In the end, basically everyone from other sects were knocked out of the arena. Only Qilianzong's disciple Zhuo Dongsheng and a female disciple from Lingxiao Palace were left in the ring Feng Qingluan.

The Lingxiao Palace has always been respected by women, and the head of the palace, Feng Mingxiao, is like a cold lotus in Tianshan.

Don't look at the people in the Lingxiao Palace who are all women, but when they fight, they are definitely as tough as other immortal men.

Just looking at the female disciple on the field, she threw a critical strike with each hand so neatly.

However, it is precisely because the female disciples of Lingxiao Palace generally have explosive force values, so there is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world——

"Looking for a Taoist companion?"

"Look for it."

"Are you looking for a Taoist companion from Lingxiao Palace?"

"If you don't look for them, you're afraid you'll be beaten to death."

And in the original book "Oh, My Lord Demon King~", the only sect that has never formed a CP with Jing Yuan is this Lingxiao Palace.

Su Ziyu craned his neck to watch the fierce confrontation between you and me in the ring, and did not forget to ask: "Brother Chu, who do you think will win the championship?"

Mu Chu watched the one-to-one duel on the ring, and unconsciously rubbed the thumb and middle finger of his right hand in a circle, "Both of them have excellent spiritual power and sword skills, it's hard to say."

Su Ziyu leaned back in his chair, "Tsk tsk tsk, people in Lingxiao Palace are getting more and more annoying. But—"

He glanced at Wen Youliang who was sitting in the middle of the viewing platform, and said in a low voice, "Qilian Zong Wen Youliang is also a character. Brother Chu, have you dealt with him before?"

Mu Chu: "Never."

Su Ziyu sat up a little bit, sighed, and said, "Then you are so lucky. I have had the honor to deal with this Wen Youliang several times. How can I say this guy? He's just like that loach, slippery or not." Qiu’s, he’s always been the only one who has calculated other people’s share, and it’s as difficult as going to heaven for others to take advantage of him.”

Mu Chu touched his chin and looked in Wen Youliang's direction, seeing that he was covering his lips and coughing twice, he couldn't help asking: "Really?"

Su Ziyu: "It can't be more true. Don't look at him looking sick, he has a good brain. And you see, Wen Youliang himself has no spiritual power, and he has no cultivation base, but he Not only is he firmly seated at the head of the Qilian Sect, but he also gathers famous masters from all walks of life in the cultivation world under his command. By leaps and bounds."

Hearing this, Mu Chu looked at Wen Youliang a few more times, and said with emotion: "So Wen Youliang is really a talent."

However, in the original book, such an amazingly talented person turned out to be a cannon fodder that was brushed aside, and the author felt uncomfortable or reckless.

While they were talking, the two on the ring had already decided the winner.

Feng Qingluan, a female disciple of Lingxiao Palace, missed a move, and Zhuo Dongsheng of Qilian Mountain narrowly won.

Feng Qingluan withdrew her sword, clasped her fists, and said in a clear voice, "Qingluan admits defeat, thank you for your advice."

Zhuo Dongsheng was dressed in light blue clothes, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Accept."

Su Ziyu sighed, "Qi Lianzong, this year's opponent is really strong." He looked sideways at He Yunlan behind him, "Yunlan, are you confident?"

He Yunlan, who was standing aside, just said expressionlessly, "I will do my best."

Su Ziyu glanced behind Mu Chu, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Chu, where is your overly strong disciple?"

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