How to make the white lotus surrender

Wuxia went all the way to the bedroom of the city lord Dusheng unimpeded.

There seemed to be no guards outside the bedroom, but Wuxia knew that the underground floor was covered with insects, ants and puppets.

If someone dared to break in without authorization, there would be no bones left that would be gnawed.

Wuxia smoothed her long silver hair, and walked over without any scruples, pushing the door and entering the courtyard.

The empty small courtyard is no longer the barren one it was before. There are many exotic flowers and plants. The eaves of the house are hung with fist-sized luminous pearls in various shapes. There are a few more strings of bells beside the arch bridge, adding a bit of playfulness.

Red ribbons are hung on the peach blossom tree, ink paintings are half hung on the branches, and there is an extra stone table under the tree, on which pens, inks, papers and inkstones are placed in a mess.

It seems that the owner often leans here to write and paint.

Wuxia looked a little more curiously, he knew his master very well, so he couldn't believe what he saw.

This bedroom belongs to Zhu Zhi's private space. In essence, unless the person who comes in belongs to Zhu Zhi or signs a subordinate contract like him, he will never be able to betray.

Who the new lady is is almost ready to be revealed.

No time to walk across the arch bridge, and through the bushes of low spirit trees, he saw a young man with his back turned to him and leaning against the root of the tree to read a script.

The sunshine in the Demon Realm doesn't have much temperature, but it is as dazzling as the one in the world. Wuxia doesn't like such temperatureless light at all.

To say it is light, it is better to say it is an illusion.

But the young man bathed in the bright light seemed to endow the sunlight with another layer of warmth, with an indescribably peaceful and warm feeling.

No time to take a few steps closer, and faintly smelled a very light fragrance, covering it quietly and quietly.

The smooth outline of the young man's side face was revealed, with ink-like eyebrows and eyes, and when the eyelids were lightly drooping, there was a bit of inexplicable pity, handsome and handsome, as if even the sun was obsessed with staying on his body.

That young man is indeed Yu Deng!

Wuxia's eyes lit up, and saliva was inexplicably secreted from his mouth - it was really a subconscious behavior of the body, he used to like to sneak to Yu Deng to rub his snacks.

Strange to say, Yu Deng seems to be cut off from this world. He and his master have five senses connected.

Later, he discovered that only by staying by Yu Deng's side can he have temperature, sense of smell, and all common desires.

No time to subconsciously want to pester the past as usual, it is best to stir the young man with his tail, and wink at him coquettishly, so that the young man can give him more little jerky and honey jerky that he has never eaten.

But he still held back, after all, the young man hadn't seen his incarnation yet, and he also understood the reason why the master wore a mask every day.

Wuxia knew that if he had exposed his master without thinking too much, it would be easy to take off a layer of Jiaopi.

Yu Deng had already noticed that someone was approaching. At first he was worried that it was the city lord Dusheng who was coming, but it was obvious that the footsteps of the visitor were different. Now the small courtyard is basically sealed, and no one can enter or leave at will.

Therefore, if it is not the city lord Dusheng who is here now, it must be the extremely trustworthy Lord Wuxia who is beside the city lord.

Yu Deng once heard people say that this lord is the second-in-command of Watson City, and he has a contractual relationship with the Lord of Watson City, so as long as it is Watson City, he can go anywhere.

Yu Deng hated everything about the city of crossing, especially the lord of the city with a bad temper and a cold heart.The so-called 'punishment' of that day is still vivid in his memory, and every time Yu Deng thinks about it, he feels extremely resentful. In the past, he just regarded that person as a piece of paper, but now he suffers from it, so naturally he can't bear it.

The senior sister also didn't show up for some time, Yu Deng was worried, but the supervision was very strict recently, he really didn't dare to let the senior sister come here at will.

Now there is an opportunity that is on the surface, and he has to seize it.

Thoughts in Yu Deng's heart were deep and complicated, but there was a confused expression on his face, his eyes were clear, as if he had just seen this young man with white hair just now.

Yu Deng closed the scripture in his hand, stood up, and casually patted the fallen leaves on his sleeves. He stood in the shade of a tree, as clear as a spring in a mountain, like a jade in the world.

"……You are?"

Wuxia's throat tightened, and there was a feeling of shyness at a loss for a while.

To be honest, this kind of emotion is really too strange, Wuxia is a white flame and red dragon who is not open to emotions, he doesn't know what this feeling means at all.

No time to sign a subordination contract with Zhu Zhi. To a certain extent, the two not only share the five senses, the dominant side can make their emotions affect the subordinate side to a certain extent.

Therefore, this shyness is not Wuxia's own.

Wuxia only felt that his hands and feet were uncoordinated, and his eyes were glued to Yu Deng's body. Heck, he wasn't like this when he was a dragon.

Wuxia's face was burning. Facing the young man's gaze, he could only move his eyes slightly away, coughed dryly and said, "I, my name is Wuxia, and I am next to the city lord... the person who handles affairs."

Yu Deng squinted his eyes and moved his fingertips slightly. To be honest, the name Wuxia reminded him of the silver-white Baiyanjiao beside his senior sister almost instantly.

But the white-haired young man in front of him exudes a temperament that is both good and evil, so it cannot be that stupid and cute Bai Yanjiao who likes to pretend to be a snake.

Moreover, it is extremely difficult for the Baiyanjiao to transform into form. It is usually tens of thousands of years old, and it is impossible for a Baiyanjiao with ten thousand years of age to form a contract with humans.

It's just a coincidence that they have the same name.

Yu Deng's lowered eyes narrowed his expression a bit, he pursed his lips, and looked straight through his black eyes. The young man was completely behind the light, and the emotions in his eyes were hard to see clearly.

Wu Xia only saw the curved lips gently opening and closing and said: "It turns out that it is Mr. Wu Xia, who is not far away, I don't know what's the matter with Mr. Wu Xia coming?"

The attitude is very gentle, not at all like the person who was punished and imprisoned here.

Wuxia feels inexplicably uncomfortable. This person's excessive sense of distance in front of him is really far from the closeness to him in his memory. The lively and warm energy around him in the past seems to be only a layer of superficiality. The gentleness and kindness on the surface.

Is it because of Watson Castle?

Wuxia didn't even know what to say for a while, he knew in his heart that the master would never take the initiative to ask this person to mix into this muddy water, Yu Deng must have encountered something to enter the Dusheng City, and also avoided Dusheng City gate puppet.

It's just that during this period of time, the master's schizophrenia has become more and more serious, the curse of the blood is bound to him, and there is an unstable state during the moulting period, Zhu Zhi is always on the verge of complete madness.

No time to look away, feeling a little sad in his heart, facing the young man's puzzled eyes, he simply said: "It's nothing, I just want to see what the new lady looks like."

Yu Deng didn't say anything, just smiled quietly, and then said: "Now that I see it, would you like to have a few drinks with me, Mr. Wuxia?"

The young man spoke with an indescribably lonely expression on his face. He didn't know that his appearance really resembled Senior Sister Bai Lian who played tricks with others in the past.

The so-called one who is close to vermilion is red, and one who is close to ink is black. Yu Deng is now in a desperate situation, and such skills can be regarded as self-taught.

Of course Wuxia agreed, what he liked most in the past was turning into a small snake and sinking directly into the wine brewed by Yu Deng. At the end of the day, the whole snake could be drunk directly into an earthworm - twisted into eighteen bends.

Sometimes the friendship between men came quickly, Yu Deng took out a few side dishes and a few bottles of wine, and the two of them went from being a little cautious at the beginning to talking slowly, and it took only a few glasses of wine.

Although Yu Deng has the idea of ​​intoxicating, he can't stop drinking all the time, otherwise it will be too obvious.

He didn't dare to drink too much, and even mixed water secretly, but he was still drunk, his mind was so dull, no matter how busy he looked, he still looked energetic, and Yu Deng was so angry that he wanted to beat someone directly. good.

The young man looked drunk, with red lips and white teeth, a bright peach blossom appeared on his earlobe, and his clear black eyes were stained with a layer of mist and confusion.

He stumbled to his feet, took a sip of the wine bottle, and walked over to Wuxia's side in a staggered manner, patted the silver-haired young man on the shoulder, and smiled a little stupidly: "Hey... are you following? Uh...was the city lord of Watson for a long time?"

No time to blink, his face was flushed, he continued to drink without blinking, his eyes even showed a bit of innocence, obviously drunk a lot.

He said slowly: "Yes, I have been with the master for a long time, that's the kind, um..."

The white-haired youth gestured: "I will follow when I remember."

It took Yu Deng a long time to say "oh", and he blushed in a low voice and said: "...he, uh, is a big pervert, do you know that?"

No time to be confused: "?"

Yu Deng opened his eyes bewilderedly, half of him was lying behind Wuxia, his black hair scattered to his chest, and he complained: "He, he bit my neck and laughed like a ghost!"

Wuxia blinked his eyes, his thoughts slowly looking towards the front of him.

Standing under the peach blossom tree was a tall, slender man in a blue and white robe, with black hair in half a bunch, and his color was hard to hide.

It's just that the man looked at him with an extremely cold expression, as if looking at a dead snake.

Wuxia woke up with a shudder, and then his eyes widened, and his hands almost shook to pull Yu Deng lying on his body to the stone table.

Then he rolled and crawled and fell to his knees on the ground, too cowardly.

The man in the green and white robe slowly walked over, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhu Zhi?

Zhu Zhi didn't wear a mask. He sensed Wuxia's intrusion into the small courtyard and came in a hurry, just in time to see Yu Deng and Wuxia drunk.

Zhu Zhi's black eyes were glued to Yu Deng's body coldly, and he didn't take a look at Wuxia.

The reddish lips touched lightly, and the voice was as light as floating clouds: "Get out."

Wuxia immediately stood up, her face turned pale with fright, her voice was shaking uncontrollably: "Master, man, I, I'm getting lost..."

After he finished speaking, he turned into a little snake, rolled and slipped out of the courtyard as if in a daze, at an astonishingly fast speed.

It can be said that the desire to survive is extremely strong.

Zhu Zhi didn't care about him, but walked gently to the side of the drunk young man.

He let the young man lean on him, and the fingertips holding the young man's waist were white and almost transparent.

Zhu Zhi lowered his eyes to cover his emotions, and after a while, he said very softly, "I'm sorry."

He can't control the dark side now, but he can't let the young man go. The Demon Realm is extremely turbulent, the cultivation world is crumbling, and there are many dangers everywhere. Yu Deng can only stay here now to be absolutely safe.

The young man was extremely restless in his arms, he opened his eyes bewilderedly, and didn't know if he could see clearly, but just frowned and said: "...Don't believe it, he is very perverted and wants to eat me... he must be ugly... ..."

Zhu Zhi pursed his lips, and his cold and white face suddenly became a little blush. He thought of what happened a few days ago. Although it was done by the dark side, it was still his body, and he could feel a little bit of it.

He lowered his eyes, patted the young man's back softly, and said softly: "I'm sorry... I've been seriously damaged recently, and it has taken over my body..."

The mole on the man's cheek was beautiful and there was a hint of tenderness, he pursed his lips, thought for a while, and retorted in a low voice: "It's not ugly..."

Yu Deng didn't know if he heard it, but he cursed in a daze, "I'm still locked up, and I have a strange yin and yang all day long... I will definitely not be able to marry a wife in the future!"

Zhu Zhi stopped talking, her black eyes shimmered a little, she exerted a little force on her hands, and said in a low voice, "Well, if you can't marry a wife, then marry your husband."

The drunken young man seemed to have vaguely heard this sentence, he groaned and curled up in Zhu Zhi's arms, his mind turned very slowly, and he said vaguely: "...Is the Lord of Dusheng City... the one below?"

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