Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

The smoky blue gauze clothes were dirty, and Yuan Xu's snow-white disciple robe had already been stained black, and the two pieces of clothes were piled up outside the barrel.The two men's bodies are entangled in one place, and there is only infinite ambiguity in the steaming heat.

"Master, hurry up!"

Seeing that Geng Sang Hua was still stuck in the wooden barrel without moving, Yuan Xu became anxious at last.

Geng Sanghua sneered with a twisted temper. "Hurry up? You use your true energy to save me every time, every time like this, don't you blame me as a teacher?"

Yuan Xu raised his arms to hug him, and didn't answer the question instead. "Master, you need me, don't you?"

really need.

Geng Sanghua felt ashamed that he needed Yuan Xu in Shuo Ye.

Yuan Xu embraced him. "Master, you need me. This is a lifetime honor for a disciple."

Geng Sanghua struggled unconvinced, raised his pointed jaw, and said with a sneer, "I need you as a teacher. Is this what you long for all your life?"

Yuan Xuka paused for a few seconds.Thick eyebrows are slightly raised, and the amber pupils in a pair of fox eyes reflect the appearance of Geng Sang's painting.

What is a life longing?

Yuan Xu never had time to fall in love in modern society.At first, it was because he belonged to the special forces and was busy with his career, so he couldn't care about love affairs.And then... and then, he was unlucky enough to wear a book.

He really hadn't thought about what Yuan Xu's life longing was.But right now Geng Sang Hua is in his arms, being held down forcibly by him, he has no choice but also has the heart to tell the truth.So he was silent for a few seconds, and avoided the topic lightly, with five fingers resting on Geng Sang Hua's soft heart. "Master, this disciple will wash your marrow with you."

As a person who was forcibly implanted into a foreign bone at the age of seven, Geng Sanghua longed more than anyone else to be freed from the pain of the night.Yuan Xu and he belong to the same rare water system sky spirit root, Yuan Xu's aptitude is even higher than him, and he is a mutated ice spirit root in the water system.

Yuan Xu's spiritual power is pure, if his cultivation base is not only stuck in the late stage of Jindan, maybe he can directly solve the demonic obstacles in his body.Someday, maybe... there will always be that day.

Now he has no ability to refuse the invitation from Yuan Xu.

Geng Sang's painting felt even more shameful.He was embraced by his disciples, is this his destined fate?So what is the fate of Geng Sang paintings left to him by Taoist Zun Yan, the founder of Baishi Mountain thousands of years ago?

"...No." Geng Sanghua gritted his teeth and violently resisted, as if he had summoned up all his courage to resist his destiny. "I don't need you tonight."

Yuan Xu froze for a moment, his voice was hoarse like gravel falling from the waves. "Master, the unitary hour is approaching."

There is no need to hold lamps on Baishi Mountain, and all immortal cultivators have their own lamps and candles.At this moment, there were no candles in the Yinxue Tower, and the true energy ignited from Yuan Xu's body not only condensed frost, but also illuminated the whole room with the light of frost and snow.

"Master," Yuan Xu murmured earnestly. "Don't bother, just let the disciple heal you."

The strange bone at the foot of Baishi Mountain has long been fused with him. Over a thousand years have passed, even Geng Sanghua's family can't count how many days and nights of cold sweat they have endured.Before Yuan Xu went up the mountain, he obviously had a good time.

Why couldn't he after Yuan Xu came?

Geng Sanghua struggles in Yuan Xu's arms. "get out."

This time Yuan Xu was not only disobedient, but also said to him more angrily and respectfully: "Master, forgive me for not following orders."

While speaking, Yuan Xu hugged Geng Sanghua tightly, and the skin to skin was tightly attached.

"I'm just an orphan in this world, fortunately I have Master." Yuan Xu's voice was low, slightly moist. "The master allowed me to live forever, and gave my disciple the ability to be proud of the world. The disciple has nothing to repay, but can only give everything to protect the Dharma for the master every night when the master is poisoned."

Geng Sanghua was dripping wet.The corners of his eyes were also wet, and the peach-blossom eyes were steamed by the hot water, and the frost and snow condensed in the room, trembling and hanging on his crow-feather-like eyelashes.

Fuck the guardian!

Geng Sanghua resentfully exerted the last ounce of strength in his body, pushed away the gnarled muscles in Yuan Xu's chest, and waded out of the wooden barrel without hindrance.

Yuan Xu's waxy skin was suspiciously red.He twisted his face away slightly uncomfortably, his voice hoarse. "...Master, it has already begun."

It has indeed begun.

Geng Sanghua's eyes started to turn red, his limbs twitched uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth twitched.He knew that he was ugly now, and ordinary people under the mountain were more normal and handsome than him.

The best sword in the world?Ah.

Geng Sanghua raised the corners of his lips ironically, wanting to laugh, but his thin lips trembled violently.

Bare feet almost dragged across the seal on the ground.Inch by inch, every place he passed was covered with seal talismans.Those seal talismans are not his, those seal talismans, the characters are ancient and ugly, they come from the strange bone embedded in his celestial spirit cover.

Thousands of years ago, Master Yan Taoist found this strange bone covered with ancient seals at the foot of Baishi Mountain.In the year when the demon came out, the Baishi Mountain sect was destroyed, and he was saved alone.

Geng Sanghua's eyes were even more bloodshot.

He lived alone and became No. 1 in this world.Known as the number one sword in the world, he continued the last wish of Master Yan Taoist and rebuilt Baishi Mountain from the ruins.For more than 1000 years, he sat in Baishi Mountain and lived as the highest peak in the world of cultivating immortals.

However, he is not happy.

A body full of qi suddenly hugged him.

Yuan Xu hugged him tightly with two strong arms, leaned over, and whispered to him in his hoarse voice. "Don't be brave anymore, Master."

In fact, Geng Sanghua was already in pain and his whole body was dislocated, blood was bleeding from his teeth, but he only uttered a sentence. "...you dare to disobey the teacher's order!"

Yuan Xu carefully put his arms around his waist, and then even more carefully, protected his fragile body in his arms, sat down cross-legged, and let him lie flat on his knees.Surrounded by true energy, Geng Sang's painting was quickly frozen in a snow coffin purely condensed by true energy.

Yuan Xu closed his eyes, and the true energy filled the small room continuously.

Half an hour later, a golden pill rose slowly from Yuan Xu's lower abdomen and appeared in the center of the snow coffin.The golden pill is dazzling, using the human body as a cauldron, burning Yuan Xu's 12-year-old spirit, walking in the snow coffin.

Geng Sanghua in the snow coffin was dripping with cold sweat, Ruyu's face was red, but his lips were strangely black.

Yuan Xu took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

This is not the first time he has healed his master, but in recent years Geng Sanghua has become more and more strange to him.

Where exactly is it weird?

Yuan Xu stared at the master in the snow coffin, always feeling uneasy.He grew up in the modern world, surrounded by all male animals, and he probably has no roots for emotional matters.Besides... the master can't mean that to him, right?

"...Well," Geng Sang Hua in the snow coffin let out an unconscious moan, and slightly lifted the skin of his jet-black lips. "I am cold."

Yuan Xu was stunned.

"...Master, this disciple is in pain." Inside the snow coffin, Geng Sang Hua blushed, his eyes were closed tightly, but his long eyelashes kept trembling slightly, and a tear was about to fall from the corner of his eye.

Yuan Xu lowered his head, seriously looking down at the snow coffin on his lap and the Geng Sang painting in the snow coffin.It only took half a second to think, and then decisively reached into the snow coffin.

This snow coffin was formed by the condensation of his true energy, it seemed light and empty.

Yuan Xu reached out, and the coffin lid silently opened between his honey-coloured fingers.In an instant, his fingertips successfully reached the corner of Geng Sanghua's tearful right eye.

Geng Sanghua's skin was tender and tender, and when he rubbed it with his fingertips, it was as smooth as fat.

"Master," Yuan Xu asked him in a low voice, rolling his Adam's apple. "Who are you calling?"