God, he quietly likes this seat

The palace is majestic, and the sea of ​​clouds is shining.

Ninety-nine 81 auspicious spirit birds stand on the double eaves and sing, and the sound of beating jade and gold from all directions is continuous, but wherever the eyes can be seen, they are all grandly arranged, all of which show the first place in the fairy gate for thousands of years. The majestic momentum of the sect.

There is only half an hour left before Buzhou Mountain's ceremony for the succession of the Immortal Venerable today.

Zhong Tuhua settled down all the guests who came to watch the ceremony because of this grand event, and pulled out from the continuous stream of congratulations and compliments to look around, but still didn't see half of Zhong Ling's clothes.

He frowned, and waved at the busy little rabbit demon: "Mubai! Go and have a look, why hasn't your master come out yet?"

Mu Bai wiped off the sweat dripping from his forehead, he responded to Zhong Tuhua from afar, then immediately put down what he was doing, turned around and ran towards the Golden Palace on the top of the mountain.

He guessed right, the Zhong Ling that everyone was looking for was indeed in the Golden Palace right now.

But the reason why he didn't come for so long was definitely not that Zhong Ling deliberately wanted to delay time.It's because of some reasons... He can't go out anyway now.

"For some reason" Zhong Ling was picked up by the waist, and he was crushed on a table in front of him.

The formal attire prepared for the succession ceremony was extremely complicated.Zhong Ling was never used to being served by others, so he shut himself up in the room and tossed and tossed for most of the morning before he took care of it into a meticulous and solemn appearance.

At this moment, the shirt that was supposed to be neat and tidy was pushed up to his waist, and even two of the buttons on the chest had been loosened at some point, revealing half of the white and slender body like jade. neck.

The chief culprit who caused all this was leaning over and grinding his teeth next to his ear: "So what if I suppress you. Don't you want Ah Ling to suppress you?"

His hands were firmly fixed to his sides, and Zhong Ling couldn't get rid of them at all, and could only struggle slightly while panting slightly.

"...I-I'll pressure you. But now, not now..."

The more Yan Huaizhou looked at his embarrassing and unspeakable expression, the more he couldn't put it down. He leaned closer and kissed Zhong Ling's eyes, and asked in a calm voice, "Why not now? They say that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, so just a little bit." Miss me too?"

Zhong Ling counted the time and was very anxious, afraid that someone would break in to look for him at this time, how could he have the patience to listen to Yan Huaizhou's nonsense.

While resisting, he hurriedly turned his face to the side: "If you can't, you can't. You let go, I should go out."

Yan Huaizhou turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to fiddle with Zhong Ling's clothes buttons: "I want to do it now."

The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, Zhong Lingming knew that Yan Huaizhou was deliberately teasing him, so he didn't want to take off his face lightly, he just wanted to bear it and let it go.

But he endured it again and again, until all the clothes he had worked so hard to put on neatly were all crumpled into a mess, Yan Huaizhou still showed no sign of intending to stop.

Zhong Ling couldn't hold back any longer: "Yan Huaizhou!

Yan Huaizhou paused, looking at him leisurely.

"If you continue to pester me regardless of the importance, I will really be annoyed!"

If this matter was put in the past, Yan Huaizhou might still be willing to restrain himself.But now he has figured out a way to deal with Zhong Ling, and he knows how to make him obedient.

Therefore, not only was he not in a hurry at all, but he even intensified his efforts.

Zhong Ling suddenly had an ominous premonition, and seeing Yan Huaizhou narrow his eyes dangerously, he first put his fingertips into his disheveled skirt and drew a circle, and then made a gesture to untie his hairband.

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

"..."

How can there be such a bastard in this world!

Zhong Ling trembled following Yan Huaizhou's movement under his skirt, and the almost negligible threat died down, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

He didn't want to quarrel at this time, and he didn't want to provoke Yan Huaizhou's madness, so he tried his best to protect his hair, which he had worked so hard to tie, and barely hid and hid.

Seeing that Zhong Ling compromised with him, Yan Huaizhou couldn't help being even more proud, and asked him aggressively, "A Ling, what did you call me just now? I didn't hear you clearly, please call again."

"..."

It's just too deceiving!

Zhong Ling was stunned by Yan Huaizhou's anger, and was about to turn his back on him regardless, when suddenly he heard a few muffled "bang bang", someone knocked on the door of the Golden Palace.

Mu Bai's voice quickly rang outside the door: "Master, are you inside?"

Zhong Ling was completely wilted.

He immediately cast a weak look at Yan Huaizhou before he dared to respond: "I'm here. What's the matter?"

Mu Bai was full of doubts: "Then why haven't you come out yet? The guests are all here, God Lord Tu Hua asked me to rush you over."

Zhong Ling took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Understood, I will come right away."

He waited in fear for a long time, and finally the sound of Mu Bai's leaving footsteps gradually disappeared.

Yan Huaizhou calmly waited for Zhong Ling to wrap his arms around his neck as if resigned to his fate, and took the initiative to stick close to him, pressing his voice and calling him softly: "Wan Feng..."

He just shook his head, and Zhong Ling understood, and immediately changed his words: "Brother."

"Brother, let's not stay here...tonight...tonight, okay?"

Yan Huaizhou raised his eyebrows: "Night? What happened at night?"

Zhong Ling swallowed his anger and said, "You can do whatever you want at night, and I will do whatever you want."

Yan Huaizhou pretended to think about it for a while: "Okay."

"Then Ah Ling thinks... how about we go from night to dawn?"

Zhong Ling blushed, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but Yan Huaizhou's entire body was pressed against him, and he didn't even give him a moment to hesitate.

"Here, or at night? Tell yourself."

Zhong Ling bit his lower lip tightly, quickly glanced at the figures walking back and forth outside the window, and sighed for himself from the bottom of his heart.

There seemed to be a trace of aggrieved crying in his voice: "In the evening."

Yan Huaizhou finally gave up after getting his promise, and let go of his hand contentedly.

Bu Zhoushan's new Immortal Venerable finally appeared on time at his succession ceremony, with a handsome face and a dignified expression, no one could see that there was a button in his jacket that he hadn't been able to fasten in time. He was uncomfortable all over.

Two little servant boys whispered to each other under the viewing platform: "Our immortal is really beautiful."

"Then what do you need to say?"

One of them was full of admiration, looking at Zhong Ling from a distance and making a heart-shaking gesture: "The Immortal Venerable has always been so cold-faced, and I don't know what he is thinking at this time."

"Immortal Venerable has the world in his heart, I guess what he thinks every day is probably one of the most important things in the eight wildernesses of Kyushu."

However, no matter what they guessed, Yan Huaizhou was probably the only person present who knew what the Immortal was thinking.

The cold-faced Xianzun is full of thoughts:

Make it to the sky, make it to the sky, make it to the sky.

In the end, sure enough, it was dawn.

On the first day of becoming an immortal, Zhong Ling couldn't get out of bed.