Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Geng Sanghua is not seven years old this year, let alone seventeen. He absolutely cannot believe Yuan Xu's words like this.

Not only did he not believe it, but he wanted to kill him.

It happened that he had a sword in his hand.

Geng Sanghua sneered and clenched the Weilei sword tightly in his hand, without looking at Yuan Xu's bloody palm, he turned his face to one side, and smiled with peach blossom eyes. "Oh? I'm the only one who worries you?"

Yuan Xu nodded sincerely. "Only Master."

"Who are you? Yuan Xu or that Emperor Yunlan?" Geng Sanghua sneered again and again. "Who am I? Master or..."

Pale cheeks suddenly turned red.

Geng Sanghua didn't expect that he would be a little bit speechless, breaking his bones every three months didn't destroy his little root of love, and more than 1000 years of practice didn't make him see through the worldly love.! Desire.Thinking of the absurdity of that night, desire rolled in the heart that had also been broken countless times in his chest, and the blood was transpiring in his body, even the water of Liuxihe tonight couldn't wash away the feeling.

Geng Sanghua lowered his eyelids, turned his face away slightly unconsciously, and could no longer look at Yuan Xu from the corner of his eyes.

Yuan Xu seemed to be aware of it, but was delighted.But unfortunately he will be wrong! "What is the master wanting to ask? Of course I am me, not only the Yunlan Emperor who does not eat the fireworks of the world, but also the master's head disciple Yuan Xu. Besides... the disciple has longed for the master for a long time, Master clearly understands my intentions."

Geng Sang opened his thin red lips, and after a long time, he let out a self-deprecating snort.

He originally wanted to ask Yuan Xu, what am I in your heart?Is it the master, or the absurd and lingering person when the love is strong at night?

Lingering, how long?One night or one year, or, forever?

He wants to ask Yuan Xu too much.So much that he couldn't even seriously ask.

Yuan Xu entangled him, and floated side by side with him on the surface of the Liuxi River on the fifteenth night. Both of them were dressed in snow-colored robes, and they were both handsome and eye-catching.The floating lamps on the flowing stream were not as beautiful as theirs, and the moonlight could not see through the deep sadness in their eyes.

The wind in my ear was quiet, but it seemed to be strong.

In the end, it was Yuan Xu who broke the silent silence on the water. "Master, everything in the past is just a big dream to me. Only you are real."

Geng Sang opened his lips and let out a snort.

Yuan Xu looked at him seriously, thought about it, thought about it, and finally told him: "I have lived in the so-called alien world in your mouth for 28 years. I have seen records about the Linlang world."

Geng Sanghua turned his eyes slightly, the expression in his peach blossom eyes was not clearly reflected in the moonlight.

"Over there, everything in Linlang Realm is just a book." Yuan Xu deliberately slowed down his tone, as if he was afraid of frightening him, and his long arms were slightly tightened, carefully protecting this person. "Books, also called novels, are the definitions of that era and that world. What we think of as the Ten Thousand Years of Daoist War, the War of Gods and Demons, or even the October New Year that almost destroyed the entire Nanzhan Buzhou a thousand years ago... ...for people in that world, it's just a not-so-interesting story."

Geng Sanghua's expression suddenly changed, he gritted his teeth, and said bitterly: "On the first day of October thousands of years ago, all the ruthless Taoist sects in the lower realm were killed and wounded. My sect was destroyed on the first day of October."

"Yes," Yuan Xu lowered his voice and sighed. "For the common people in this world, that October first day was a catastrophe. But in that world, it was just a pale text."

Geng Sang's teeth clicked softly, and the hatred in his peach blossom eyes could hardly be concealed.

Yuan Xu gently fiddled with the man's long wet hair on the sideburns. After a moment of silence, he said in a harsh voice, "It was also in that world. I was once a mortal. There is no way of ruthlessness or extreme emotion in that world." , the people there don’t even practice immortality. There is no so-called 33-day insurmountable White Jade Palace... There is nothing there, but I feel that I can live well. Only occasionally, very occasionally, I will see in my dream you."

Geng Sanghua was slightly taken aback, and turned his gaze to Yuan Xu.

Yuan Xu pursed his lips, took the opportunity to lean closer and kissed his forehead and temples, and explained in a low voice: "I know you can't believe it, but I did dream of you often at that time. In the dream, you were on Baishi Mountain, and sometimes you drank wine with the moon." , sometimes... it's just a blurred white background."

Geng Sanghua suddenly remembered that the flower messenger was also dressed in white when he came tonight, and couldn't help sneering: "How do you know it's me? Maybe it's not necessarily the flower messenger."

Yuan Xu shook his head. "He is him, you are you, I will not admit my mistake."

Geng Sang Hua also gradually fell silent, and turned his face sideways again, his red and thin lips slightly curved, outlining a sarcastic smile under the moonlight.

Yuan Xu seemed to see clearly, but didn't seem to, he just leaned over and hugged him, begging for mercy softly. "Master, just trust me this time, okay?"

"How about believing?" Geng Sang paused, then sneered, "So what if you don't believe?"

Yuan Xu leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Geng Sang Hua couldn't hear clearly, so he had to turn his head to look at Yuan Xu, but seeing this guy had a bad face, and said to him: "Well, believe it or not... Master, you and I have to finish it for a hundred years before we talk. "

Geng Sang Painting: ...

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then coughed repeatedly, and accidentally swallowed a large amount of water from the Liuxi River.

Yuan Xu embraced his slender waist, and whispered to his ear. "Master, don't you want to take out this strange bone? After taking out the strange bone, Master, you can truly have your own appearance. From now on, you will be you and no one else. Such a day...isn't it good?"

One sentence after another, the sound is all about coaxing.

Geng Sanghua taught him to coax him gently and carelessly, and the spirit in his body became a little unstable.Under the moonlight is about that absurd night, just around the corner again.

Yuan Xu really went on to say: "You and I have to do it for a hundred years first, and the disciple will give all the spiritual breath in his body to you, Master. After a hundred years, Master, you will be completely free."

"...What do you mean doing hundreds of years first?"

Yuan Xu smiled softly, biting his jade-like earlobe, which suddenly flushed red. "It's what you want to do, Master."

Geng Sanghua turned around and was about to flee.

This time Yuan Xu didn't spare him any more, grabbed his waist and led him rushing out of the water.Both of them have been cultivating immortals for many years, and flying over eaves and walls under the moonlit night is nothing but a piece of cake.

Yuan Xu took Geng Sang's painting lightly like a puff of smoke, and taking advantage of the moonlight, he almost couldn't wait to return to Zhigui Inn on Xunnan Street when he came back.

Bang!

Yuan Xu rolled into the silver soft bed curtain with Geng Sang's painting in his arms, and started to do things without hesitation.

"Wait!" Geng Sanghua was caught off guard, and even resisted a little, struggling desperately to get up. "You, you bastard, let me go first."

Yuan Xu leaned over and approached, breathing loudly, it was indeed the animal buried under the Baishi Mountain Range.His voice was slutty, and the eyes under the long hair were also dyed crimson. "Ah, Master...the arrow is on the string, how do you want the disciple to let go?"

"You... beast!"

The silver soft silk dangled swayingly, and the green and green two-color concentric knot hanging under the tent hook was kicked away by a foot wearing soft black leather boots.

Geng Sanghua tried his best to kick Yuan Xu, but unfortunately he failed, instead he let the black leather soft boots get caught on the tent hook.He couldn't help being shy and irritable, his jade-colored skin was flushed, his body twisted and twisted around restlessly on the bed, but Xia Fei's eyes were already filled with peach blossoms. "Bastard! Who will allow your courage!"

"Ah, this," Yuan Xu calmly put his arms on his sides, climbed up slowly, and smiled softly. "Master won't allow this, and won't allow that, so the disciples have no choice but to be bold, and I gave myself the courage."

Geng Sanghua was still struggling, but Yuan Xu had already sealed his lips.