Xianzun's daily life of chasing husband

Gu Zhao felt that he was sick. He didn't love Xue Ran, but he yearned for everything about Xue Ran like crazy. There seemed to be a missing piece in his heart. Only by holding Xue Ran could he fill that unknown piece. Where is the vacancy left.

To love or not to love has never been a dilemma.

It's just that in Gu Zhao's eyes, this has become a paradoxical contradiction.

A love affair ended with fireworks before the banquet.

Gu Zhao put on his clothes and glanced at Xue Ran on the ground. He was in a hurry and had no time to wait for him to dawdle, "Have you reflected on it? Do you know your mistake? You pack up and come back by yourself."

The people on the ground seemed to snort lightly, as if they responded.

"Drive." Gu Zhaofei got on the horse and left first.

At the celebration banquet of the hunting competition, the prince saw that His Majesty was absent-minded and listless throughout the whole process, and seeing that Xue Ran was not by his side, he whispered, "Your Majesty, where is Mr. Xue?"

Gu Zhaodao: "He hasn't come back yet?"

More than an hour has passed.

The prince said: "Maybe I went back to the house to rest."

"Wang Gonggong, you go to my residence and have a look. Don't disturb him when he comes back. If he doesn't come back, you should report to me quickly."

Gu Zhao thought with chest tightness: "Could it be that you did it too hard and passed out in the woods? Hmph, Xue Xianyu, if you don't show up after the banquet, I will break your legs."

After a while, the prince trotted over and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside, Mr. Xue is not in the bedroom, where do you think he will be?"

Gu Zhao got up, left the banquet with a stinky face, leaving behind a group of confidants to help explain the aftermath, while the prince worshiped all the bodhisattvas he could name, praying that Xue Ran is safe and well, please don't worry. Don't be caught by the angry Majesty.

Chapter 43

◎You call me dead, how can I live? ◎

The pouring rain covered the sky and the earth. In the depths of the woods, under a big tree with luxuriant branches, there was a person hiding, leaning on the trunk alone, hugging his knees, curled up into a ball.

His body is covered with mud, bruises and many ambiguous marks, but on his face, it is hard to tell whether it is rain or tears, because his eyes have lost light again, empty, staring at the world strangely .

It had been raining, and he had been sitting, waiting for someone without any hope.

That person arrived as expected.

Holding an umbrella, Gu Zhao saw that Xue Ran always had an unknown flame. He said, "What are you doing sitting here? Why don't you go back?"

Seeing Gu Zhao, Xue Ran's eyes brightened, "Reflection, I was wrong... Pastry, I shouldn't have laughed..."

"Idiot." Gu Zhao cursed, and threw an umbrella to Xue Ran, "Sincerely looking for me is not happy."

"Let's... go back..." Xue Ran stood up shaking, trying to grab Gu Zhao's sleeve, but Gu Zhao dodged it.

"Don't touch me if it's dirty." Gu Zhao turned around and strode away, "It's so disgusting."

Xue Ran was stunned for a moment, the rain seemed to be getting worse, because his eyes were filled with tears, streaming down his eyes, blurring his vision, he wanted to be willful once, roared and cried out, but in the end he wiped his face , regained strength, and struggled.

"Pfft..." The fishy smell came up in his throat, Xue Ran only felt his body sink, and he fell forward heavily. He thought he would fall on the muddy ground, and the clinker was caught by Gu Zhao. After that, everything was silent , Xue Ran really couldn't open his heavy eyelids, and had no time to think about whether he would be thrown away by Xue Ran.

It doesn't matter if you throw it away, it's better to die in the wilderness than to die in someone else's bed someday.

Gu Zhao touched Xue Ran's forehead, even if there was rain to shower, it could not lower the other's scorching body temperature, "Tsk."

Gu Zhao immediately threw away the umbrella, picked up Xue Ran and ran back.

I don't know whether it was a disaster or a blessing that day. Xue burned for ten days and was in a coma for more than a month. Xue Ran, if he doesn't cry or make trouble, he won't cry out for pain. Sometimes his excessive silence and extra cuteness make people unable to understand his inner thoughts, and even make people doubt—does this person still want to live?

You call me dead, how can I live?

You want me to live, even if there is only one soul left, I will live on.

In the fourth year of captivity, Gu Zhao remembered clearly and deeply, the third most vicious thing he did to Xue Ran - punishing him to Beimang military camp to act as a prostitute.

On that day, Xue Ran begged for the first time: "Your Majesty can cut me into a pig and throw me into a stable and pigsty. I don't want to go to Beiman, and I don't want others to touch me."

Gu Zhao enjoys Xue Ran's obscenities, but he still says heart-wrenching words, "I'm so tired of playing with you, I'm tired of playing, I'm not interested in you anymore, whether you live or die, I will kill you!" It's all up to me to be happy, heh... what qualifications do you have to decide your life?"

Then... After a moment of silence, Xue Ran said such words.

I don't smell sadness, but there is a sadness like resignation to fate.

The sky and night are as cool as water, and the moonlight and people in the deep courtyard are also quiet.

In the brocade courtyard of Kunlun Huayu Palace, beside the stone table under the plum tree, three cups of wine were being boiled over a warm fire. Ye Lanchen drank alone under the moonlight, taking a few sips and then looked up at the plum blossoms. Lingering light fragrance.

Gu Zhao approached and sat opposite Ye Lanchen. Ye Lanchen pushed a glass of wine over and raised his glass, "Please."

Gu Zhao bluntly drank it down.

Ye Lanchen asked with a smile: "Young master Gu, is there something on your mind?"

"Who is happy to drink in the courtyard in the winter when you have nothing to worry about?" Gu Zhao asked back, reaching out to fill a glass again, "Ye Lanchen, are you going to retreat this time, are you still in retreat?"

Ye Lanchen shook his head, "Laba Day is approaching, I have to sweep the snow and clear the road, and wait for Beidou Zun to come and enjoy the plum blossom together."

"We do this every year, and this year he will not miss the appointment." Ye Lanchen added, with a smile on his face, but in Gu Zhao's view, there was more or less self-deception in this smile.

Gu Zhao coughed, took a sip of wine, and changed the topic: "Ye Lanchen, do you know that black water is rampant?"

Ye Lanchen's movements froze, and his expression became a little tense, "The five elements sacrifice their lives, and the black water runs across the sky. Why did Young Master Gu mention this all of a sudden?"

Gu Zhaodao: "The information inquired on the mountain of corpses has been verified to be true, and the formation has been activated. The catastrophe in the world is approaching. Immortal Wenshuo has gone to the heaven to report. I also hope that you can call on the hundreds of immortal sects to come back as soon as possible. Be prepared so you don’t get overwhelmed when you get it.”

Ye Lanchen pondered for a while, then got up and said, "I'll send a message to other fairy sects immediately, but... Can Mr. Gu calculate the exact time of the sky leak?"

Gu Zhao said helplessly: "Is there a key missing?"

"key?"

Gu Zhao showed off what Yan Qing said and what he heard in front of Ye Lanchen, "The key is the opportunity to activate the formation, the last line of defense against the black water, so far, none of us know the key Who? Where? How to activate the formation? So all we can do now is wait and defend."

"But we can't just wait for death." Ye Lanchen said, "Five Elements Sacrifice needs to cooperate with three mountains from yin to yang to evil. We can find out three deployment points and send people to guard them."

"This..." Gu Zhao hesitated for a while, and said, "You can leave this to the fairy world, not to mention that there are so many famous mountains and rivers in the world, and there are many people with five elements of spiritual roots, we..."

"Not many." Ye Lanchen thought of something in a trance, and muttered to himself: "There are not many people with pure spiritual roots, and there are only a handful of people in the world."

Seeing Ye Lanchen's distraught look, Gu Zhao hurriedly said, "Maybe things are not as bad as you think."

But when he said this, it seemed to be proving Ye Lanchen's thoughts. Gu Zhao slapped himself, and it was really difficult for him to comfort others.

Ye Lanchen looked at Gu Zhao in surprise, and his expression became more and more sad. He swayed a few steps unsteadily, his nose and face, which were blown by the night wind, looked a little pale and wet, "Mr. Gu, it's late at night, There is enough wine in the cup, you can continue to enjoy it if you are interested, but I am sorry that I cannot accompany you, so I leave."

Leaving almost in a hurry, Gu Zhao said in his heart: "Ye Lanchen is so smart, there are some things that you can't hide from him."

In the tomb of Gushan, a place of extreme darkness, there were two sacrificers, Nian Yujiao with fire roots and Jin Ling... Meng Tingjun.

Ye Lanchen didn't know how he got back to the room, but as soon as he closed the door, he twisted his chest and started to throb with pain, breathing heavily, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the ground, followed by a strange silence, silence After that, weeping forbearance.

"why?"

"why!"

"Why... why is this?"

Ye Lanchen asked over and over again, asking for an answer that he couldn't get at all, perhaps because he knew it well.

Meng Tingjun's first impression of Ye Lanchen was that this dark-skinned boy had aggressive eyes and seemed difficult to get along with. After getting to know him well, he realized that the other party was not gloomy and indifferent. He was obviously shy and introverted, not used to it. Just dealing with others.

Others all said that Meng Tingjun was the proud son of heaven, relying on the lofty status picked up by his ancestors through the Gospel, he was just an embroidered pillow for pomp, they pointed fingers at him behind his back, and flattered him in front of him at the same time.

At that time Ye Lanchen asked him: "They speak badly, don't you mind?"

Meng Tingjun laughed, "The mouth is on their faces, so it's their freedom."

"Haha, as expected of the young suzerain of the Yuheng Sect, he really has a broad mind." Ye Lanchen laughed solemnly.

Meng Tingjun blushed slightly, and said, "You will also be the suzerain of Kunlun Huayu Palace in the future."

"I don't care."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Ye Lanchen thought for a while, and said, "Be an ordinary person, be unrestrained and free."

Meng Tingjun seemed to empathize and said: "People in the Taoist sect really can't help themselves, but everyone shrinks back, what is the common people?"

Said, Meng Tingjun grabbed Ye Lanchen's hand quickly,