I ran away after slag Xianzun

The table in the inn is a round four-legged table, and two people sit beside the table with their eyes facing each other.

Jiang Meiqing looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Wu Wang took a deep look at him, then took the small bowl and spoon in his hand, and slowly scooped up a bowl of wontons for him.

He was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he didn't expect Wu Wang to move his hand away and didn't hand it to him.

Instead, he stirred the bowl a few times with a spoon, scooped up a wonton with thin skin and lots of meat, lifted it up, and handed it to his mouth.

Jiang Meiqing didn't know why, so she opened her mouth subconsciously, and a hot wonton entered his mouth in an instant.

"It's hot!"

He was so hot that he grinned his teeth immediately, and couldn't spit out the wonton, so he had to swallow it forcefully.

It was so hot that his tears almost came out, and he looked at Wu Wang aggrieved.

What is this for?Want to use this lynching?

"Immortal Venerable..."

Wu Wang was also stunned for a moment, but it was not intentional.

He put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, took two steps closer, and pinched his chin with his hand.

"Open it, let me see."

Jiang Meiqing opened her mouth obediently.

Inside his red lips, there was a tongue as pink as a fox, the tip of the tongue was extremely red from the heat.

Wu Wang looked at it for a while, thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to untie the spirit bag beside him, and took out a round bead from inside, about the size of a thumb.

Jiang Meiqing's eyes lit up.

"Is this the Ice Lingzhu?"

Wu Wang glanced at him, and said calmly: "You know quite a lot."

Jiang Meiqing smiled dryly. When she was in Buzhou Mountain, she had seen many pictures. Even if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she knew what it looked like.

Wu Wang suddenly stretched out his hand in front of him, and an ice spirit pearl just entered his mouth.

Jiang Meiqing: ...

He hastily bit the ice spirit bead, and it was icy cold to the touch, which relieved his burning sensation.

"Hold it for a while, and it won't be hot later."

Wu Wang slowly put away the spiritual bag, sat down, looked at him indifferently, and took a bite of the bowl of wonton just now.

While talking to him slowly, "Since you know so many things, why don't you tell me, where did you know it?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

"The Immortal Venerable is... wanting to extort a confession?"

Because of the ice spirit pearl in his mouth, his speech was not clear and his speech was chaotic.

Wu Wang naturally understood it, but pretended not to know it, and only said it again.

"How did you know about ice spirit beads?"

As far as he knows, this thing has always been the treasure of the Muyun Sect. Except for Sect Master Yuan, only Wu Wang has seen it, because he is a direct disciple of the Muyun Sect.

Jiang Meiqing said with a smile: "Although I have never seen it before, it is widely spread among the people. I have seen the blueprint of this thing before."

There is no flaw in this statement, and it is speechless for a while.

But he was almost certain that he must be lying.

After a moment of silence, he has never been his opponent in these witty sophistry.

He just lied lightly, and it took him a lot of time to discern whether his words were true or false.

Wu Wang was slumped for a moment, and he had never experienced such a sense of powerlessness.

The feeling of powerlessness was like never before in his life.

On the road of cultivating the Tao, he has always walked extremely smoothly, and he has been outstanding since he was a child, so that he is lonely and cold, and he is arrogant all his life.

Only in this person, he lost all standards, and was deceived by him again and again.

Ascetics are the most taboo of being tempted and forbearing, he takes it very seriously, he has long known that he should leave in a huff.

But no one knows better than Wuwang, just now, on the way down from Buzhou Mountain, he only had one thought in his mind, and he was most afraid that he would leave in a hurry.

Jiang Meiqing sat next to him without an inch on the ground, watching the unpredictable expression on his face, she was a little guilty for a while, after all, he never drafted a lie.

But he also has difficulties, and he can't say that he saw it on Buzhou Mountain.

Jiang Meiqing has always had no conscience, but now she suddenly feels like she has deceived an honest person.

The burning sensation in his mouth had gradually subsided, he took out the ice spirit bead from his mouth and put it on the table.

He stood up, dawdled to Wu Wang's side, put his arms around his neck, and sat on his lap.

Jiang Meiqing was a few inches shorter than Wu Wang, and sitting on him at this moment, she was just at eye level with him.

Wu Wang looked at him motionlessly.

Their bodies are already extremely close and compatible, but there is never a moment like this, which makes Wu Wang feel that they are still thousands of miles away.

Jiang Meiqing leaned forward cautiously, and gently kissed him on the brow.

"Xianzun, don't always frown, it's not good-looking."

Wuwang's appearance was always a bit cold, and the brows were crisp and sharp. Once the two brows were wrinkled again, it would appear a little cloudy.

He stared straight into his eyes.

His eyes were crystal clear, black and white, at least he rarely saw such bright and clean eyes in men.

But these are all appearances, and under the appearances are all lies.

Jiang Meiqing was a little frightened by his cold gaze, and shrank her neck slightly, "Why is the immortal looking at me like that?"

Wu Wang withdrew his gaze indifferently, "If you are not guilty, are you afraid of being looked at?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

"Why am I guilty? Could it be that the Immortal Venerable thought that what he just said was a lie to you?"

Wu Wang raised his eyelids and asked back with his eyes, isn't it?

Under his gaze, Jiang Meiqing felt that she had nowhere to hide, and there was no need to argue.

He simply put his arms around his neck, put his head on his shoulder, and couldn't help rubbing against his neck.

"I knew about the Ice Lingzhu a long time ago, but I forgot where I saw it. Anyway, I saw it in the pictures. Is it just such a trivial matter, is the Immortal Venerable also angry? The Immortal Venerable is too stingy. "

Wu Wang: ...

Obviously he was lying, and he shirked responsibility, saying it was his fault?

He said slowly: "Of course I don't mind such a small matter, it doesn't matter even if you have actually seen the Ice Lingzhu. But other than this small matter? What about other things? Did you hide it from me? Did you tell me?" Ever tell the truth? I don't even know your origin."

Only then did Jiang Meiqing suddenly realize that Wu Wang really didn't know his origin.

However, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Hehuan Sect, so it was naturally inconvenient to tell him the specific identity of this body, so apart from this identity, is it worth mentioning that he was a disciple of Buzhou Mountain in his previous life?

Besides, the identity of Bu Zhoushan's disciple is still open to discussion.

It's really not that he deliberately concealed it, it's that he didn't know what to say.

"Don't be angry, Immortal, can I give you all the wontons?" Jiang Meiqing said softly in his ear, and suddenly felt that his whole body froze slightly.

With a slight smile in his heart, he knew that this move was the most effective way to cure him.

Wuwang couldn't stand his soft voice the most.

Sure enough, after a while, the person in front of him finally sighed slowly, stopped talking, picked up the wontons on the table, and scooped up a wonton.

"Are you still eating?"

It's rare for him not to be angry anymore, of course Jiang Meiqing wants to eat.

"Eat, Immortal Venerable feed me."

The two of them held a bowl of wonton like this, you took a bite and I took a bite, and it took only a moment for more than half of the bowl of wontons to see the bottom.

After eating, Jiang Meiqing seemed to have no bones, sticking to his body, refusing to move.

Wu Wangsu has a cleanliness habit, so he naturally wants to take out the bowls and chopsticks after eating, but seeing him procrastinating and refusing to get up, he gives up.

The two moved from the table to the window. It was afternoon, the slanting sunlight came in, and the temperature was just right.

Facing the window, you can see the infinite scenery on the river. Not far away, Buzhou Mountain stands toweringly, surrounded by mist, like a paradise.

They just hugged each other, looking at the scenery in the afternoon, quite a taste of ordinary life.

Wu Wang thought in his heart that it would be good if he could go on like this, as for whether he told a lie...it didn't really matter that much.

Jiang Meiqing's slender fingers landed on Wuwang's black hair, fiddling with each other.

"Xianzun, when are we going to leave here?"

Wu Wang lowered his eyelids and looked at him indifferently, just now he met the disappearance of the demon king in the back mountain and hadn't told him about it yet, for some reason, he didn't want to talk about it with him at this time.

So he vaguely said: "It should be a few days."

Jiang Meiqing said softly, and didn't ask any more questions. She just put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes gently. The sunlight shone on his face, making his skin so fair that it was almost transparent. The blood vessels and veins are faintly emerging.

Looking at it like this, she seemed to be a fragile ceramic beauty that would shatter when touched.

Wu Wang's hand on his waist tightened slightly, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he let it go, repeated several times, and finally couldn't help but slowly clenched it behind him.

The two sat until dusk fell, Wu Wang carried him back to the bed, and wanted to clean up the dishes that hadn't been cleaned up just now.Unexpectedly, Jiang Meiqing suddenly opened her eyes, hooked the belt around his waist, and tugged hard.

Unprepared, he threw himself on him, his jaws pressed against each other, and his breath was heard.

Even in the dark, Jiang Meiqing's eyes seemed to be covered with a halo, shining black.

"I want to sleep with Xianzun."

Wu Wang caught him in him.Fumbling hands wantonly, "I'll take the bowls and chopsticks out first."

Jiang Meiqing refused to let him go, "I'll do it tomorrow."

As he spoke, he got up slightly, leaned closer, and tapped the corner of his mouth, which was slightly wet.

The sky thunder stirs the earth fire, only in an instant.

After a while, the sound of water filled the room.

The window hadn't been closed yet, but luckily the night was used as a cover to block out many beautiful scenery.

The next day, in the twilight of the sky, a thin figure, like a cunning fox, flashed out of the inn.

At this time, there was almost no one on the riverside street.

Cloaked in the morning mist, he walked a few steps, turned his head, took a few glances, then turned his head decisively, and disappeared on the long long street in the blink of an eye.