Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

All the time came to an end, before Cheng Yuzhi fell asleep, he was still thinking in a daze that he would go down the mountain tomorrow and find more books for the Zongmen’s library, so that the old books would not be ripped apart by him , what is this called!

As a result, when I was half asleep and half awake, I heard a sound of glass breaking.

wow-

Sweep away all his dark dreams.

When he woke up, Mr. Cheng stretched his hands and feet comfortably, stretched his arms, and after groping up and down, he pulled the quilt precisely and covered himself.

Rolling back and forth, you can roll into a quilt ball.

"It's so cold..." Beautiful Daoxiu said to himself.

A voice rang faintly beside his ears: "Of course it's cold. If I'm not here, I'll kick the quilt in the middle of the night. If it's not cold, who is cold!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

what?

He went up and down the Changjin Gate, wasn't he the only one? !

... Haunted! ! !

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly opened his eyes, looked back, and saw a neatly dressed spirit puppet hugging his shoulders, with long hair tied into a neat bun, with a stern face, and his eyes fixed on him without blinking. body.

Cheng Yunzhi pondered for a moment: How could this familiar boy appear in his bedroom?

Could it be that the barrier set up by Yamashita has failed?

As a result, the boy's indifference didn't last long. Seeing that his bare feet were still exposed, he rushed over angrily, pulled down the quilt, and wrapped up the exposed part of Mr. Cheng.

The little boy said: "Mr. Cheng, you don't know me after a while?!"

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him, and he also looked at Cheng Yunzhi.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and the boy's face became more and more tense, and his expression became more and more nervous.

Suddenly, Dao Xiu slowly showed a smile. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, and the depression that lingered in his dream finally dissipated, and even his expression relaxed.

"Long time no see, Windmill." Cheng Yunzhi laughed lazily.

Xiaotong endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back.

He rushed over with crackling noises, bumped into Cheng Yunzhi's arms, and hugged his neck, tears were about to fall.

He muttered in his mouth: "Xianjun won't let me continue to accompany you in the illusion! You can come out slowly by yourself, but, but..."

He was obviously anxious, habitually wanted to bite his thumbnail, but was gently swung away by Cheng Yuzhi.

"Don't bite, where's the bad thing coming from,"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said, "But I'm awake now. Look at me, I'm fine, I'm not missing anywhere."

The little boy glanced at him, and muttered: "If there is something missing, Xianjun will not be overthrown by this cultivation world."

Only then did Cheng Yuzhi come back to his senses, and looked around.

The room was neatly furnished, and there were many precious artifacts that were thrown on the shelves to collect dust.

Rare calligraphy and painting, a sinking wood coffee table, and a bowl of hot porridge on it, which was brought over by the windmill.

Outside the window, there are green mountains and green waters, clouds and mists, and shadows of trees whirling, a scene of a leisurely and contented fairy house... In short, it is definitely not his small and dwarf Changjin Mountain.

This is back to the Xuantian Sect, Cheng Yunzhi's enlightenment.

The little boy crawled to the edge of the bed, stubbornly wanting to feed him porridge.

Cheng Yunzhi just wanted to refuse, but found that he was empty inside and his muscles were sore, like someone who had suffered a serious illness.

I had no choice but to accept Fengche's kindness and drink the porridge spoonful by spoonful.

While drinking, he gestured to the windmill with his eyes to tell him what happened.

Seeing him eating well, Fengche recounted what happened earlier.

"... Seeing it entered the illusion, Xianjun was anxious to die, but his cultivation was too high, and he was afraid of breaking the illusion and hurting it, so he researched the method and sent me in."

After feeding him the porridge, the little boy stopped talking and searched for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"These days, Xianjun took all his disciples and blocked the waters with the sects of the world, and finally found the entrance to the ghost sea to the world, and sealed them together. In this way, the sea guards will no longer be seen coming out to eat people."

Mr. Cheng was helpless, so he was pinned on the bed and wiped his mouth carefully.

"Xianjun has also strengthened the blockade against ghosts and creatures, but he can't kill the king of ghosts. There is no way, the opponent has an array bonus, so he can't kill him for the time being; besides, after killing them, I'm afraid the ghosts and beasts will dance wildly. The situation will not be better than it is now."

"Besides, those who escaped from the ghosts together have also been settled, so there is no need to worry about them."

"Everything is on track, let's go."

The little boy climbed down from him and rubbed Cheng Yunzhi's chin, feeling sad and affectionate.

Mr. Cheng looked over speechlessly, and said quietly, "I'm the only one who got hurt, right?"

Xiao Tong: "...cough, how could it be, many people were injured."

There are not many expressions on his small face, but anyone can see that he is a little bit awkward: "I'm sorry, Zhizhi, I didn't protect you well."

Suddenly, the little boy burst into tears.

He frowned, his expression was not large, but tears flowed down like a spring, which made people feel distressed.

"It's been a coma these days, I'm so uncomfortable, everyone is so uncomfortable," Fengche said intermittently, "Changshu Peak is like stagnant water, even Xianjun doesn't come back very often..."

Cheng Yunzhi touched his little face and wiped away his tears with his thumb.

The spirit puppet is a part of Xianjun's blood connection, and it can even be regarded as another incarnation of Jie'xianjun walking in the world, with thousands of eyes and ears.

Naturally, it also showed the mood of the ontology.

Cheng Yunzhi sighed softly, Gu Yan probably wasn't in a much better mood now.

"Don't cry, don't cry," the beautiful Daoxiu showed his signature lazy smile, "When Fengche cried, Cheng must also feel distressed, seeing no one cry. Tell me, where is Xianjun now? Not in Changshu Peak up?"

"Behind you." The boy sobbed.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Xianjun unknowingly appearing behind him like a ghost without a trace, dressed in a dark-patterned snow robe, with a meticulous hair crown on his head.

Gu Yan's eyes were dark, and his expression was three points similar to that of a demon.

Xianjun stared at him fixedly, as if he had not described his appearance in such detail for a long time.

Mr. Cheng was not afraid of his appearance, he opened his arms and said with a smile, "A Yan, why don't you come and give me a hug?"

As soon as the words fell, she fell into a slightly cold embrace and was hugged vigorously.

The thick and transparent smell like snow also entangled him, enveloping him.

Cheng Yuzhi's center of gravity was unstable, and he couldn't help but fell backwards, his whole body was pinched in pain.

"Pain, pain, hiss, let go."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted Xianjun's back, noticing that his muscles were tense and exuding a tense atmosphere, he couldn't help elongating his tone: "What are we Xianjun afraid of? Cheng woke up properly."

Gu Yan stood up and supported him above him, with smooth and long black hair hanging down from his sideburns, and a black cage was placed around Cheng Yun.

Even breathing is trapped inside.

"In short, you have been in a coma for a long time," Gu Xianjun frowned slightly, and said aggrievedly, "I can't even go to the illusion to bring you out myself."

His aggrieved expression was exactly the same as before.

Cheng Yunzhi thought about what is in the illusion.

Oh, isn't it just to become a Taoist partner with the demon... Oh! ! !He and the heart demon have formed a Taoist couple! ! !

Good guy!

He has been wondering who his Taoist companion is, but he dare not say it, now it's all over, the truth is revealed!

Fortunately, he had rejected Gu Yan many times in the name of not wanting to get married.

It turned out to be a part of Xianjun himself... er, part.

Mr. Cheng showed sympathy, whether it was sympathy for Gu Yan or himself, thanks to his trip to the Inner Demon Realm, he made up for his missing memories.

Xiao Cheng thought for a while, then patted Gu Yan on the shoulder generously.

"I remember it all. Besides, my 'root of love' has recovered very well after walking around the streets all these years,"

Daoxiu was surrounded by people, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't help but look around, "Anyway, I still have a Taoist partner bond with me now, so I don't need to think about such things for the time being..."

Gu Yan lowered her head and bit his lips lightly, her smile was shallow but obvious.

His pupils finally became transparent, shining brightly.

"It needs to be considered." Xianjun said.

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath: "This demon..."

Gu Yan: "Not long ago, I just digested it completely - he heard the news that you were unconscious, he was in a mess, and offered me to swallow him, so he came to strengthen his strength and find you."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

What kind of heartbreaker are you! ! !

Whose inner demon looks like this, can the main body swallow itself up on its own initiative? !

Daoxiu showed a broken expression, completely thinking about what life would be like when he really had a Taoist companion.

However, Xianjun didn't allow him to think about it, so he just untied the curtain, and the bed curtain fell into darkness.

Daoxiu said: "Xianjun, I just woke up and my whole body hurts."

Xianjun said: "I don't do anything else, just give you a massage, loosen your muscles and bones, and open up your meridians—you haven't practiced for a long time, and you have to open up again."

"..."

"The curtain is a magic weapon, it can insulate sound."

The little boy sitting not far away scratched his chin, recalling Xianjun's newly-learned tendon opening technique.

of...

Uh, it's pretty good if it can't be called a butcher.

In the evening, Cheng Yunzhi got down from the bed on the verge of death, and his whole body was rubbed by Gu Yan. It was indeed a lot more relaxed.

It's a pity that the pain was so painful in the middle, Jiaogui Xiaocheng chose not to touch this crap again.

Gu Yan came in with a bowl of porridge and snacks. Seeing this, Fengche swiftly put away the chessboard and probed his head: "The Immortal Lord is here, come and play with him tomorrow."

Cheng Yuzhi stared at the chessboard and ran away: "Hey——"

A young man in snow clothes appeared behind the chessboard, and put down the tray in front of his eyes.

Cheng Yunzhi glanced at the porridge and side dishes on the tray, showing a toothache.

He has been eating porridge for an unknown period of time in the illusion, who would have thought that he would eat it after returning to the present world.

"Xianjun, even if Cheng is seriously injured and becomes ill, he still has the ability to eat roast duck and roast chicken." Cheng Yuzhi clasped his palms together, talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Of course, Gu Yan didn't take his nonsense seriously at all, picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful: "Drink."

Cheng Yunzhi habitually opened his mouth: "Ah."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Well, I've been fed out of the habit!