Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When Gu Yan saw Cheng Yun again on the terrace, Mr. Cheng was obviously a little unhappy.

His body gradually improved, and his face gradually showed some healthy rosiness, which was much better than the pale and feeble appearance before.

It's just that he frowned, still carrying a pity-like melancholy.

Cheng Yunzhi was thinking about something, and when he saw Gu Yan approaching, he waved his hand.

Gu Yan didn't say anything, just sat down obediently, shared a reclining chair with Xiao Cheng, and completely lost the posture of the famous fairy.

Cheng Yuzhi almost vomited blood when he squeezed him so hard, and hurriedly moved inside: "What are you doing so hard?"

Gu Yan said innocently: "Didn't you ask me to come?"

As he spoke, he pulled Mr. Cheng's hand over and played with his snow-white fingertips one by one. After observing, he frowned.

"It still doesn't work," he said calmly, "too little energy and blood."

Cheng Yunzhi hooked his fingers and said, "It's good to raise it slowly, it's just a matter of time."

Gu Yan put down his hands and turned to ask the question he cared about the most: "What are you thinking?"

Cheng Yunzhi said: "I miss my senior brother."

Although I am not surprised by this answer, after all, there are only a few people that Cheng Yuzhi has come into contact with these days, and he can't jump out of this box.

But when he said it out of his mouth, Xianjun still felt slightly unhappy.

"Okay, miss our senior brother," he said softly, "what do you want him to do?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "I've been thinking about it before, hoping that my brother can leave the foggy city, even if he falls into the magic way, it won't be a big problem. But after I came out, I suddenly felt that he was dead."

There was a cool breeze blowing on the terrace, and the light and thin gauze curtains fluttered along with the force of the wind.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the sky, raised his hand, and stared at the sky light between his fingers: "I hope that's him, he who left the ghost, not some reincarnation. Now I find that the worst has happened. "

"If he stays in the Misty City alone, he is still a newly depraved magician—what will he encounter?" Cheng Yuzhi murmured.

Gu Yan: "Have you gone to test him?"

Cheng Yunzhi nodded: "Yes. I found out that Senior Brother is no longer the original Senior Brother."

"But he came to you anyway,"

Gu Yan also followed his gaze and looked into the distance, "As far as I know, he originally wanted to enter another sect, but for some reason, he suddenly changed his mind and wanted to come to Xuantian Sect."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said: "Xianjun, you have investigated clearly."

Gu Yan turned back and stared at his Xiao Cheng: "It may be fate, or it may be that heaven does not want you to continue to say goodbye."

Cheng Yunzhi said in a daze, "...that's true."

The sun set from the other end of the mountain, and the bright and lingering light wove into a large inconspicuous golden mesh in the sky, and the corners were covered by layered clouds.

Cheng Yun woke up one day, stretched his waist and yawned.

He wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and found that he didn't know when, his whole body was lying on Gu Yan's body.

The young Xianjun also raised his face, closed his eyes, and fell into a dream peacefully.

This may be the rare sleep he has had in years.

The wind is just right, there is a partner in the arms, and nothing can disturb them.

Thinking of the previous discussion, Cheng Yuzhi can fully imagine how Gu Yan led the rise of the emerging sects, how he defeated the aristocratic families one by one, harvested the territory, assigned different sects, and what kind of pressure he was carrying.

It is the past that he could not touch when he was young, and the life experience that belongs exclusively to the Mahayana Immortal Lord who came over ten thousand years ago.

Now that he is finally free, it is the first time that he has such a strong desire to walk on the road in the future with another person to accompany him.

Cheng Yuzhi thought, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched Gu Yan's eyelashes.

It was long and soft, scratching his fingertips slightly, a little itchy.

He went down, touched his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and began to think about how Xianjun got his current temperament.

Logically speaking, according to his age, he should be stubborn and old-fashioned... How can he know how to seduce people with his beauty?

Could it be the pot of the demons?

Finally, the fingertips landed on Gu Yan's lips, and tapped lightly.

On this side, Mr. Cheng was still thinking about the problem, while on the other side, Gu Yan opened his eyes calmly.

Before Cheng Yunzhi could react, Xianjun had already sucked his fingertips into his mouth, licked his soft fingertips deliberately, and looked up.

Cheng Yuzhi: "...Why are you pretending to be asleep?"

The Xianjun who was beaten up said innocently: "I just woke up too."

Xiao Cheng groaned guiltyly, and said cautiously: "I see a mosquito landed on your face, please drive it away for you."

He hurriedly pulled his hand back.

Before leaving, Xianjun nibbled him punitively, as if protesting silently, not to touch others while they were sleeping, Cheng Yuzhi was in pain and did not dare to speak.

Gu Yan calmly said: "Are there any more?"

Cheng Yunzhi joked to him: "It's gone, it's gone."

Gu Yan said warmly: "It's a pity that the barrier on the terrace doesn't allow mosquitoes to fly in, otherwise I might have to believe it."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..." What a cunning fairy!

Mr. Cheng dawdled down from the reclining chair, stretched himself like dough, and finally lost the illusion of falling asleep until his bones softened.

Behind him, Gu Yan also sat up.

Without a heat source beside him, he always felt deserted and empty in his arms, which made him unbearable.

So Xiao Cheng wanted to keep him back: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Cheng Yunzhi was busy putting on his coat and changing his shoes, so he didn't have time to look back at him. He babbled nonsense: "I want to eat salted duck fried with pickled cucumbers, and some spirit fruit juice—spirit fruit, you should have some Bar?"

Mr. Xueyi put one hand on the armrest of the recliner, looking up at him from bottom to top.

"Of course. Where are you going?"

Cheng Yuzhi didn't turn his head back, he waved his hands behind him, and planned to rush outside: "I have an appointment with Zitao."

Poor Xianjun was left alone, sitting on an empty chair and enjoying the cool breeze.

The little boy poked his head out from behind the gauze curtain, shook his head and sighed old-fashionedly, and was bounced in the air by the power of Xianjun's finger.

On the other side, Zitao sat on the steps of the square, with his legs spread apart, waiting for someone bored.

As he stepped on his own shadow with his white boots, he wondered why someone hadn't come yet.

It's almost sunset!

There were disciples passing by one after another, and they stopped beside him curiously: "Brother Zitao, are you waiting for someone?"

Zitao waved his hands impatiently: "Go, go, it's none of your business."

The disciple grinned and said, "Isn't this an academic assessment, and the roll is a little flawed? Brother Zitao said something nice for me at Master's place, and I will bring candied fruit for my brother next time."

Zi Tao raised his face and assumed the attitude of a big brother: "Tell me, what good things can you say? Huh?! Look at your dog crawling characters. Correcting your paper really makes me lose my life."

The disciple pretended to be shocked: "It turns out that it was your old paper that was corrected!"

So he grinned and hurried away.

Zitao sat down again helplessly, and began to miss the well-behaved and obedient carrot head a few years ago.

Hey, it's better to go down one level and take the younger disciples.

He stepped on the steps again, turned around angrily, and saw Cheng Yunzhi standing behind him, bending down to look at him with a smile.

Zitao was taken aback and almost rolled down the steps.

He rubbed his nose dejectedly, rolled his eyes: "Still pretending to be a ghost to scare me, it seems that he is recovering well."

One of Cheng Yun lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down beside him: "It's really good to accept your good words."

Zitao complained dissatisfied, "Why did you come here so long today?"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said, "I slept with Xianjun for a long time, and I couldn't get up. Please forgive me, big brother."

Senior Brother Xuantianzong: "..."

I hope he didn't think too much, I hope the meaning of this sentence is...literally.

Cheng Yunzhi said lightly, "Brother Zitao, how are you doing these days?"

Zitao let go, leaned back, and put his arms behind his head: "Of course, I am a big brother of the sect, and the master is very close to my resources, and will not treat me badly."

Compared with the meeting a few days ago, he is much calmer: "Now I still have a group of new disciples to take care of. Master said that I will finish taking care of them a few years ago, and then let go of everything and practice, and try to enter the Nascent Soul as soon as possible. Take his class."

Cheng Yuzhi: "Then I'll call you Senior Brother Sect Master from now on, won't I?"

Zitao stared at him dissatisfied, and said loudly, "What's the name! Even you want to cut my life, don't you!"

Cheng Yuzhi just laughed wildly beside him, and was almost beaten by the big brother.

Zitao rolled his eyes and said triumphantly, "Laugh again, and I will make it impossible for you to laugh again."

Cheng Yuzhi managed to stop smiling, and asked curiously, "Why can't you laugh?"

Seeing that he really didn't know, Zitao thought proudly that this was his first-hand information, and it was rare for him to get it out of someone else's mouth.

"Someone saw that you didn't go to apprentice directly the day you were a newcomer," Zitao approached and said mysteriously, "Instead, you went to the bookstore!"

"..."

The smile on Cheng Yunzhi's face gradually disappeared.

"With a scroll in his hand, after he came out, he sneaked in to have a look, huh,"

The elder brother read those words in a straight voice, "Jie A Xianjun vs. Blue Yan Confidant, this name is well-earned, and it is easy to understand."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Zitao: "Before, everyone was very curious about this book. After all, it is still a love story appointed by the Immortal Monarch, but I don't know who the author is. Now it's over."

Cheng Yunzhi said dryly, "Was the news spread?"

Zitao nodded: "It spread."

Cheng Yunzhi despaired, "Does everyone know?"

The big brother announced: "Everyone knows."

Help.

Cheng Yunzhi gasped.

good very good.

The next thing is that Xianjun's followers rushed to the door, pointed at his nose and called him a vixen who bewitched Xianjun, not only bewitched himself, but also wrote an article on how he was bewitched.

It is estimated that it will soon be nicknamed "The Autobiography of a Fox Spirit".

Young Master Cheng covered his face in despair, Zitao patted him, and comforted him with a caring senior brother: "It's okay, everyone thinks your writing is very good-looking."

Under Cheng Yunzhi's palm, a pair of eyes were exposed.

He despaired: "If I sleep with Xianjun in a separate room today, can I threaten him to take this book back?"

Zitao answered him sincerely: "Whether I can take it back or not is one thing, but whether my skull will be smashed is another."