How to make the white lotus surrender

Zeyu Xianjun's originally clear silver-gray pupils now seem to be stained with a layer of light soot.

Mixed and intertwined, blending into another different color.

He is far different from the calm, indifferent and cold Celestial Immortal in the past.

It is as if a beauty carved from ice has gained a brand new soul, and love and love bloom a simple white and beautiful flower on the sharp and inaccessible ice tip.

The fairy's fingertips were dyed a crimson rose, and the blood seemed to be mixed with the rouge tears used by women. The expression on his face was like a melting glacier, and there was a soft soothing feeling in the depths of his brows and eyes.

It only makes people feel an inexplicable sense of flattery——the aloof fairy bends down slightly, stretches out his hand to you, and makes a gesture of humility and invitation.

Even if you hurt me, your face is still cold and reserved, and the warm aftertaste in your eyes is the only one left.

Zhu Zhi could easily think of Yu Deng's reaction.

It seems that people who are in love can easily secrete a feeling of anxiety and sensitivity. Zhu Zhi knows that Yu Deng has no admiration for Zeyu Xianjun, but whenever he thinks that Zeyu Xianjun really appears in front of Yu Deng like this , with Yu Deng's character, he will definitely be touched a little.

Even if that touch has nothing to do with love.

Zhu Zhi just wanted to let this person be possessed by him wholeheartedly from beginning to end, and it would be best for him to become hypocritical, shapeless, and selfish, so that he would be the only one who loved him.

Zhu Zhi has always been a shadow lurking in the dark snake den. He has no ethics, compassion and integrity.

After all, the performance was fake, no one taught him these things, the sinister and sick world only told him how to plunder, how to be strong, and how to survive.

The young man lowered his brows and eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but the blade in his hand was pushed forward with more force.

Following the flesh and blood touched by the blade, a light brown shadow pierced into the man's wound, without any abnormality, as vague as a phantom.

Immortal Zeyu's eyes were all on the young man, and he could naturally see the young man's abnormal appearance.

The smoky gray pupils shrunk slightly, and countless silver threads converged in his eyes like the ropes of fate.

The silver thread slowly gathered and gradually dissipated. Immortal Zeyu couldn't find anything wrong with 'Yu Deng'. He frowned slightly, and lightly pursed his pale lips: "Yu Deng, calm down."

The marrow washing had just finished, and the young man's complexion was flushed, obviously he hadn't recovered yet.

Zhu Zhi's eyes were lowered, and the black eyes flashed a bit of scarlet, which was fleeting.

There was a bit of calculation in the slightly closed eyes, Zhu Zhi's eyebrows stretched, pretending to be just awake, his expression was the same as Yu Deng himself.

"Master?"

Only then did Immortal Zeyu relax a little bit, he moved his fingertips slightly, and the injured wound disappeared instantly, and the scarlet blood stains disappeared like a phantom.

Zhu Zhi's eyes were covered with a faint dark color, and he said as if suddenly: "How did the master come in here?"

Zeyu Xianjun was silent for a while, avoiding this answer: "Don't worry, I can take you away right now."

The expression on Zhu Zhi's face was like an ice floe about to break, and he said suddenly: "Master, I don't want to leave."

"Master hated my entanglement very much in the past, but now this disciple has a sweetheart and is about to become a Taoist couple. Master doesn't have to worry about me being entangled in the future."

Immortal Zeyu suddenly clenched his fingers tightly, and his expression seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow: "The sweetheart you mentioned is the city lord who has sneaked into the cultivation world for many years and even deceived his own deity. Zhu Zhi? Yu Deng, are you trying to betray the teacher by doing this?"

Zhu Zhi's throat seemed to be choked for a moment, and he couldn't continue to speak according to his own will.

He couldn't accept that Yu Deng would hate the possibility of him making his own decisions.

In the confrontation between good and evil, will Yu Deng really choose him unswervingly?

Zhu Zhi was uncertain, even anxious.

So, he could only lower his head, his voice was unclear, "Master, you should leave first, I still need to think about it, you don't have to worry about my safety, he won't hurt me."

The young man's voice was very soft, but it fell into the ears of Zeyu Xianjun like a panicked little beast, densely packed with heartache.

Since he broke the path of ruthlessness and turned to the path of extreme emotion, he has not changed much. There is only one person in the world who can make him emotionally fluctuate. This feeling is really strange, and it even makes him a little impulsive and irrational.

I want to embrace one person, one mountain and one river, and spend the rest of my life.

To him, cultivating immortality and becoming a Taoist is just a challenge close at hand, but the person in front of him seems to be more important.

He wanted to see the young man mischievous and shameless every day, confronting him for the sake of cultivation, complaining that he was too stupid from time to time, and didn't know how to coax others, bought two bunches of candied haws and gave him a bunch, and deliberately gave him some sticky ones when drinking. , I just want to see him blushing and not drinking too much.

Sometimes it gets too loud, and when he sees his stern face, he will soften again, and carefully serve some tea to show his weakness.

Everything is warm and like ordinary people.

Immortal Zeyu put away his messy thoughts, finally he only pursed his lips and said: "Okay, I will come back later, but next time, you have to leave with me."

Shadows of different shades fell on the young man's shoulders, Zhu Zhi didn't answer, but Zeyu Xianjun only thought he agreed, put a jade ring on the young man's finger, paused slightly, turned and left.

Zhu Zhi's eyes flickered, and when he came out of the secret room, he saw a young man sitting cross-legged on a soft bed holding a scripture book.

Zhu Zhi has never felt that his face is so beautiful, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth has reached a pleasing level.

This delicate face seemed to become more refined and pure after the young man settled in his body, and the beauty was overwhelming.

Yu Deng had a few bags of dessert fruits in his hand, he was clearly eating vigorously, and the expression on his face naturally eased.

Zhu Zhi walked slowly, his cheek naturally rubbing against the side of the young man's face, very intimate and gentle.

Yu Deng was taken aback, and subconsciously passed the fruit in his hand to his lips.

Zhu Zhi lowered his eyes, and the shadow fell under his eyelids, casting a very soft dark color. He opened his lips, took the fruit into his mouth, and gently pressed the young man's fingertips with his thin and suitable lips.

Ambiguous as if able to drag out the thread.

Yu Deng tapped his cheek, and said softly: "What's wrong? Is everything going well?"

Zhu Zhi hummed lightly, and then said if he didn't want to: "Your master came here just now, and said... to take you away."

Yu Deng paused and turned to look at him.

Zhu Zhi avoided his eyes, and the expression on his face was a bit indescribably cool, so light that it could almost be ignored: "I just said that it needs to be considered."

As soon as Yu Deng saw his appearance, he knew what the man was thinking.

He pursed his lips and couldn't help being amused: "So if I really leave Master..."

Zhu Zhi said calmly, "If you really want to leave, I can't stop you."

Yu Deng suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled his face. The skin of 'Yu Deng' is more likely to leave marks, and when he pulled it, there was a red mark, the light red was very ambiguous.

Zhu Zhi subconsciously covered his face, his dark eyes were sincerely at a loss.

How could the high-ranking, vicious and vicious city lord of Dusheng be pinched in the face like this?

Yu Deng smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and his whole body seemed to be shining brightly: "Senior Sister Zhizhi still has such a day of self-pity?"

Zhu Zhi said after a long while: "If I want to obtain the skills of the cultivation world, sooner or later I will stand on the opposite side with Ling Xiaozong."

Yu Deng got up and stood in front of the young man. The senior sister's body was taller than his own, so Yu Deng had a good experience of the condescending feeling.

Yu Deng: "Senior Sister, didn't you tell me earlier that the cultivation method is to break the restriction of not being allowed to become a god in the Demon Realm? Senior Sister seized it this time to prepare for becoming a god?"

Zhu Zhi nodded: "Yes or no, this restriction of the Demon Realm will make me forever restricted by the Dao of Heaven. The number of life and death is uncertain, and my cultivation base will be drawn by the Dao of Heaven. My blood is special. After falling into a demon, I was cursed by the blood. Keep it going, so I figured out that the few rules of the Heavenly Dao fall into those exercises, and after obtaining the exercises and smelting them, there will be a chance to break the constraints."

Yu Deng was slightly stunned: "...difficult to hold on?"

Zhu Zhi said softly: "Actually, I can still hold on. I didn't care much before, but now I'm a little anxious."

He looked straight at Yu Deng, and the meaning of his words was self-evident.

Yu Deng's heart seemed to be bumped lightly by something. Zhu Zhi was relatively reserved when getting along with him on weekdays, except in the bed. Now that he said such a thing, he was probably afraid of him leaving.

Yu Dengming knew that Zhu Zhi was used to this way of retreating to advance, but he just followed his way.

Yu Deng couldn't help sighing softly, and said in a low voice: "Senior sister, I will always be with you, we have already made an agreement, and we will never break our promise."

Zhu Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, and said in a low voice, "I won't make things difficult for you."

Yu Deng held the hair on the side of the young man's forehead, and tugged it affectionately: "Okay, I get it, now your business is more important. When you are well, we will return the classics, and then discuss with the senior brothers and sisters." Farewell, let's go to the real Wangshu city together, okay?"

The corners of Zhu Zhi's lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

He wanted to say that if he was really with him, the young man might be a villain in the Demon Realm in the eyes of others from now on. He might lose the protection of the sect, those senior brothers, the master, and the cultivation world. have everything.

Everyone may despise him for working with the devil and committing himself to depravity.

At that time, will he hate himself?

Zhu Zhi didn't even dare to ask these words.

But Yu Deng had already held his hand, his fingers spread out, and they interlocked with his fingers naturally.

The young man smiled at him: "An ancient wood peach has just been planted in the yard. It seems to have spiritual consciousness. I'll take you to have a look."

Zhu Zhi stared at him and responded gently.

The two walked to the small peach tree that had just been planted in the courtyard. Yu Deng's soft voice was like the fragrance of flowers coming by the wind: "Senior sister is so smart, maybe she should have known earlier that I came here alone."

"Perhaps, I came here just to meet Senior Sister?"

The author has something to say: Zhizhi actually guessed that Dengdeng is not from this world. The previous article hinted that I feel that Zhizhi is the kind of Jiaojiao who is gentle and self-sufficient before falling in love, and who is not good at pretending, but worries about gains and losses after falling in love. Thank you for your vote The little angel of Landmine: Yuuuuu, yes! 1;

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