After marrying a vegetative boss

In the painting, "Baiyao" has indifferent eyebrows, holy as snow.

His voice was reserved and cold, with an unearthly nobility.

"Don't remember me?"

Distant memories are like a cloud of smoke, Feng Zhuojun stared at the person in front of him, and the dusty past slowly emerged in his mind.

Feng Zhuojun remembered his name, Bai Qingxi.

If the taskers in the fast-traveling world were also divided into levels, judging from the performance of the first nine worlds, Feng Zhuojun was undoubtedly the best among them.

But in the tenth world, Feng Zhuojun failed in his mission.

The tenth world is a world of immortals. On a piece of fairy land called Yingzhou, there stands a temple that makes Kyushu fearful, the Temple of Oracle.

The Temple of the Oracle was originally a holy land that everyone yearned for, but after tens of thousands of years, the Temple of the Oracle became more and more powerful, and the original intention of the entire temple changed.It has become a domineering "magic palace" that bullies the weak with the strong.

Feng Zhuojun's last mission in the world was to assassinate Bai Qingxi, the master of the Oracle Hall.

In order to complete the task, Feng Zhuojun sneaked into the Oracle Hall, started as the outermost guard, and after hundreds of years, he finally gained the complete trust of the Oracle Hall and was promoted to become the god under the three guardians of the Oracle Hall. make.

The envoy has the right to meet the master of the oracle hall once, and this is Feng Zhuojun's only chance.

For this assassination, Feng Zhuojun made complete preparations.

Anyway, he would be able to leave this body and go home after completing the task, so before meeting Bai Qingxi, he took a pill that could temporarily increase his cultivation by two ranks.

However, when the medicinal effect of the elixir disappears, the person's meridians will be cut off, and the seven orifices will bleed to death.

Before seeing Bai Qingxi, Feng Zhuojun imagined Bai Qingxi to be that kind of superficially holy hypocrite.

Until he was personally brought into the temple by the three guardians, he finally saw the legendary Bai Qingxi.

In the lonely and gorgeous king chair, sat a young man with black hair and a shawl.

His eyes were hollow, his skin was as white as a sheet of snow, and his skin was as thin as if it could be blown away by the wind.

The boy held a paintbrush in his hand. The barrel of the brush was covered with golden patterns, and the snow-white bristles were as soft as a cloud.

The young man leaned on the throne and raised his eyes slightly.

Looking at Feng Zhuojun with eyes as if covered by a layer of fog, his voice was cold and soft: "Sit down."

Feng Zhuojun saluted and sat opposite the boy.

A sheet of rice paper was spread out on the table in front of Bai Qingxi, which was to be used for Feng Zhuojun's drawing.

He said lightly, "The reason why the Oracle Hall has survived tens of thousands of years is all because of me."

"I have the blood of the ancient gods. Only I can control the blessing pen. The people I draw will be blessed by the gods, so that the road to cultivation will be smooth. That's why there are so many strong people in the Temple of God."

"In the eyes of the world, I am the powerful and powerful master of the oracle hall. In fact, I am just a puppet locked here by them."

Feng Zhuojun pursed his lips and listened calmly.

Feeling a little puzzled, why did Bai Qingxi tell him this.

He carefully observed Bai Qingxi's surroundings, and now there were only the two of them in the entire hall, it was the best moment to assassinate Bai Qingxi, if he missed this time, there would be no other chances.

Just when he was thinking about how to do it, Bai Qingxi suddenly said, "If you kill me, you will be cursed."

Shocked, Feng Zhuojun raised his head, and met those black eyes with a hint of gold mixed in, as if all his thoughts had been pierced by that person.Can a killer whose murderous intent has been detected succeed?

"The blood of the gods allows me to see things that others cannot." Bai Qingxi said slowly: "I can see the unusual things in you, and I know your intentions. Shall we make a deal?"

Feng Zhuojun looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Bai Qingxi suddenly smiled: "Can you tell me about your original world? The more detailed the better."

There seemed to be bewitchment in those god-like cold and soft eyes, Feng Zhuojun made a mistake, so he agreed to him for some reason.

Feng Zhuojun told Bai Qingxi about his original world for an hour, while telling Bai Qingxi, and recalling it to himself.

Feng Zhuojun was still talking, but was interrupted by Bai Qingxi.

"Let's stop here first, we don't have much time." Every time Bai Qingxi blesses the new envoy, it takes one and a half hours, and after another half an hour, the temple guardian will come in and take away his painting utensils.

Bai Qingxi picked up the brush and began to draw on the rice paper on the table.He drew a door, and the book was simple and heavy, as if it had been sealed for many years.Feng Zhuojun looked at the door in the painting strangely, saw that Bai Qingxi finished the last stroke, and then put down the brush.

Bai Qingxi said: "Thank you for telling me this, I promise you, I will definitely bring you back to the original world."

After finishing speaking, Bai Qingxi in front of him suddenly disappeared, and when he lowered his head again, he suddenly appeared on the painting.

Bai Qingxi in the painting pushed open the door and walked in.

Feng Zhuojun was the only one left in the entire hall. He stood in the hall in a daze, the effect of the medicine on his body was also dissipating, and his body's meridians began to cut off.

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Enduring the pain, Feng Zhuojun took the painting on the table in his hand, and fainted from the great pain.

After that, he went to hell, and the painting followed him to hell.

It's just that the scene in the painting has changed again, the door disappeared, and only the back of a person remained.

Connecting everything that happened, Feng Zhuojun seemed to vaguely understand why he woke up from hell.

Bai Qingxi in the painting showed a faint smile, but it was not obvious.

"That year, I drew a door, but only half of my soul walked through the door, and the remaining half of my soul stayed in the painting."

Feng Zhuojun asked: "So, you asked me to tell about my original world back then in order to draw the door leading to that world, and Baiyao is the half of your soul that walked through?"

Bai Qingxi nodded: "Yes."

"Later, I gave a dream to a local Taoist priest, asking him to find your grandmother and marry Baiyao into his family. Because Baiyao is half of my soul, every time I paint you, it can repair your body."

"The reason why people who have been cast into hell cannot go home is because their bodies are on the verge of death and can no longer carry their souls, and your body is repaired by the power of blessing, so naturally it can drag your soul back into your body .”

What Bai Qingxi said was similar to Feng Zhuojun's guess, but he still asked, "Then why did you bring me into hell again?"

Bai Qingxi said: "You returned to the original world from hell, and you have already attracted the attention of the Space-Time Administration. The temple will also find me based on clues. However, the ability of the temple is limited, and at most it can track down hell. If the temple finds me in This half of the soul in hell will definitely take me to the oracle hall. At the same time, through the secret technique, the soul of Baiyao will be drawn there. Therefore, our two halves of soul must be fused together quickly."

As it was related to Baiyao, Feng Zhuojun had to pay attention to it.

"The fused soul, is it you or Baiyao?"

Bai Qingxi showed a relieved smile: "Of course it's Baiyao. I wish my past memories would disappear completely. Let Bai Qingxi die completely. I'm tired after being a puppet of the temple for so many years."

Feng Zhuojun looked complicated: "Then how can you fuse your souls?"

Bai Qingxi transformed into a ray of light, then got into Feng Zhuojun's body and disappeared.

"I can stay in your body for two days. Within these two days, you and Bai Yao will consummate the marriage, and his soul and I will merge."

The morning light illuminated the room, and Bai Yao woke up in Feng Zhuojun's arms.

After a night of sleep, a small layer of beard stubble grew on Feng Zhuojun's chin, like a dense thorn.

Although he is also a boy, Baiyao has never grown a beard on his chin. Looking at Feng Zhuojun's chin, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to play with it.

Come.

Baiyao curled her index finger, rubbing the back of her finger against Feng Zhuojun's chin, the fluffy feeling came from her finger, Baiyao had a great time playing.

Suddenly, the person on the bed opened his eyes, moved his jaw, opened his mouth, and put Baiyao's finger in his mouth.

Bai Yao was taken aback, and quickly retracted her fingers.

Looking at Feng Zhuojun aggrievedly, he said coquettishly, "You bite me."

Feng Zhuojun smiled, propped his head up with his arms, and turned his body sideways: "Do you think you are the villain who first complained? It is obvious that there is a little rascal playing with my beard."

Bai Yao looked at Feng Zhuojun angrily, "Okay, you pretend to be asleep."

At lunch, Baiyao ate with her head down. When she looked at Feng Zhuojun several times, she found that he was distracted and looked preoccupied.

After eating, Baiyao hesitated for a long time, and secretly asked Feng Zhuojun's clothes, "What's wrong? Do you have something on your mind?"

Feng Zhuojun held Baiyao in his arms with his backhand: "Let's register for marriage after the next year."

Bai Yao buried her head in Feng Zhuojun's chest, Feng Zhuojun only wore a gray cotton half-sleeve in the room, it was soft and soft when it rubbed against her face.

Bai Yao was shy and asked with a smile, "Why do you suddenly want to get married?"

Feng Zhuojun rubbed the back of Baiyao's head, pretended to be angry and said, "Why is it so sudden? I've been thinking about it all along. Why, don't you want to marry me and become a legitimate Mrs. Feng?"

Bai Yao hugged Feng Zhuojun's waist, not daring to look at Feng Zhuojun.

However, Feng Zhuojun obviously didn't intend to let him go, and held up Baiyao's face. Feng Zhuojun's palm was big and warm, holding Baiyao's small face in his palm.

"Tell me, do you want to?"

Bai Yao's eyes followed Feng Zhuojun's and smiled: "I think so too."

In the afternoon, Baiyao saw that the bodyguard brought back a box, which was tightly sealed, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

But seeing the bodyguard looked at him strangely, and a little shy, he said embarrassingly: "The young master asked me to buy something, Madam should ask the young master."

After speaking, the bodyguard went upstairs as if fleeing.

Bai Yao took a sip of the newly made caramel milk tea in her hand, thinking, the bodyguard is really strange.