Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

bang.

Heavy, light, and upright, the huge monster fell down.

The tsunami that still had spiritual power remaining was also divided into two, and it quietly let go of its strength and dispersed in the depths of the ocean.

A huge wave was splashed, but it contained no spiritual power.

It soon mixed with the clouds, and fell together with the rain, washing the ruins all over the ground.

The sea returned to calm.

All the masters breathed a sigh of relief, with lingering fears in their hearts.

Just a little bit, they couldn't come from exploring the secret realm, and Zhongzhang Island was about to flow into a river of blood and turn into a pool of blood.

More than one person thought that there might be an inner ghost: "Look for it! You have to find it, and someone will know how to weaken the Zhongzhang Formation. Really, really..."

The rest, no one said, but everyone knows.

What a shame.

The enchantment that Zhongzhang was so proud of was completely broken by an unknown ghost!

The rain became a lot lighter, and it seemed gentler even when it fell on the ground, with shallow ripples in the puddles.

The Taoist cultivators who fought and killed the enemy came back to their senses from the pile of corpses of the sea guards, staggering, scattered all over the island.

Some people thought of their purpose and were quite puzzled: "So why did I come to the Fairy Gate Association?"

He ate two catties of finger cakes, drank the spiritual tea at the seminar, and killed the sea guards all over the place.

Hey, I haven't participated in the Xianmen meeting yet, and the stage at the venue has been completely destroyed.

What's the matter!

Zhongzhang's enchantment was repaired again, and the great powers hid in the air, raising their hands in one direction to thank them.

The master of Zhongzhang, Wen Cranchi, said: "The immortal king has worked hard, and he has survived another catastrophe for Zhongzhang."

Behind the layered shallow clouds, someone nodded and said nothing, as if his mind was no longer here.

So everyone understood God, talked and laughed with each other as if nothing had happened, said goodbye to the immortals one by one, and left this place.

And Xianjun, still thinking about his beautiful Daoxiu.

It was raining so hard just now, don't just stand in the distance and doze off and get drenched by the rain, right?

Gu Yan returned to the ruined pier, but did not see Cheng Yun's figure.

He lowered his head and took out the communication jade slip if he felt something, but he didn't see the message from Cheng Yunzhi, but the elder Xuantianzong led him to send him a message.

"Xianjun! Zitao and Na Moxiu fell into the secret realm and disappeared!"

Gu: Immediately organize people to dig out the secret realm.

Elder: Good!And, Mr. Cheng was injured for some reason!

Gu: ... I'll be right there

Cheng Yuzhi was standing on the fence, with four or five younger brothers and sisters pulling him, fearing that the wall would be wet and the man would slip and fall.

He sealed the injured arm with spiritual power, and hid it back guiltily.

But there were still people who could see blood oozing from the tight-fitting clothes outside his injured arm.

After being sealed by spiritual power, the blood solidified on the surface, which was quite permeable.

All the younger brothers and sisters: "...Woo!"

Cheng Yunzhi pushed and said quickly: "I didn't intend to jump off the cliff, I just wanted to go down to find Zitao. Go down now, maybe I can find clues to the entrance of the secret realm..."

The little junior who often followed Zitao sniffled.

He has been with Senior Brother Zitao for many years, and he was almost brought up by his senior brother, so his relationship is naturally unusual.

When he saw Zitao fall, his mind went blank for a moment.

At that time, I was thinking, simply, let him jump off together.

Then he saw a figure as light as a bird, flying up to the wall... He suddenly came back to his senses, and rushed over to hug him in horror.

"Young Master Cheng!!!"

"Brother is going down, don't go down together!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi broke down and said: "If you don't look for it, Zitao will really not be found!"

He wiped his face vigorously, and pitifully pulled all the juniors and juniors on his lap.

"I just went down to have a look, and I came up when I didn't see anyone. I definitely wouldn't..."

"Absolutely not?"

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes lit up, he forgot that he was still injured, and turned his head in surprise: "A Yan!"

The snow-clothed man stood not far from him, his face was slightly blurred, but Cheng Yunzhi could vaguely see the subtle emotions revealed from his brows and eyes.

He quickly narrated the matter, and then said: "Take care of them, I'll go down and have a look, and come up immediately!"

However, what greeted him was a pair of strong arms, and his eyes were blurred.

The wet young man was bent by his legs and hugged from the wall.

He was already extremely cold, his face was snow-white, and there was a chill in his bones. After being soaked in water for a long time, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Being approached by the heat source, he unconsciously shrank away, and carefully exhaled a cold breath.

But his eyes were extremely bright, and he knew what he was going to do next, so he was not confused.

"Thank you, thank you Yan," he pretended to be relaxed, "I'm not afraid of heights, nor are my legs weak..."

The young master in snow clothes who held him in his arms didn't answer, and Cheng Yu realized later that something seemed wrong.

Gu Yan lowered her head and pressed against the corner of his cold lips, where there was no warmth at all.

He said vaguely, "You're hurt."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Just a small injury."

Gu Yan: "Yes, I just broke an arm."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He calmly said, "Ayan, let me down."

The man on the top didn't speak any more, just sighed lightly.

During the flickering of spiritual power, Cheng Yunzhi felt a strong drowsiness, he breathed out a cold breath, and slowly closed his eyelids.

Time passed by, and he unconsciously fell into a coma. He leaned his head inward, and curled up completely and completely into Gu Yan's arms.

There is no pain, and there is no water all over the sky. It is hard to tell whether it is the sky or the ocean.

Gu Yan touched his eyelids affectionately, and finally showed a smile that couldn't be seen.

"There are so many secret places in Zhongzhang,"

Before falling asleep completely, Cheng Yunzhi heard someone say, "Ask Zhongzhang to pull out a list of the secret realms. It is impossible for them to let go of any unexplored secret realm."

Ah, someone has gone to find Zitao.

Cheng Yunzhi thought, then he should take a nap.

This sleep was so long, it was so long that when Cheng Yunzhi's dream returned to childhood, the senior brother hugged him and circled him, saying that he would serve a table of good food to congratulate him on breaking through the foundation.

Xiao Cheng is proud, but he doesn't want to be seen by others.

Just like an adult, with his hands behind his back, he pretended to smile shyly, although the corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger in the end, he couldn't help jumping on his parents happily.

"It's a child prodigy!"

Cheng Yunzhi proudly announced, "I'll show you the golden pill next year!"

Senior brother rubbed his hair exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, next year's cultivation will be higher than mine!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "That is!"

As a result, when they turned their heads, both of them were hit on the head by the master.

The master held the sweet and sour pork tenderloin in his left hand. The handsome old man with the white beard, was forced to be spoiled by the home-cooked food and turned into... a strange old man with the white beard.

Master: "How old are you, and you are still coaxing your junior brother, how can it be so easy to break through the golden core, what are you thinking?"

Senior brother rubbed the back of his head, and stood up resentfully.

The half-grown boy smiled: "That's not necessarily true, maybe it's a genius."

Master: "Genius with three spiritual roots? Come on. Go and go, eat, and practice after eating."

Turning around, he picked up the little apprentice who had a big fart: "Oh, it's so heavy."

Cheng Yuzhi said innocently: "Master, last time you did this, you were up to your waist."

The master scolded him: "What nonsense, I am a dignified Taoist, I can't afford to hug you little one?"

Say, click.

He flinched again, leaving behind the senior brother who was laughing wildly and the one who was at a loss.

Cheng Yunzhi fell asleep, and then laughed too.

The whole body is warm, the quilt is carefully tucked in, everything is stuffed properly, the whole person is trapped in the extra soft bed, as if in the clouds.

Her cheek was pressed against the soft pillow, and her black hair was spread out and hung on her shoulders.

There is no pain in the injured part, and there is a high probability that it has been healed.

He turned over and stretched lazily, like a cat that opened its mouth and yawned, stretching itself.

Mr. Cheng is very comfortable!

He thought to himself, this quilt is not like the one at home, nor the one in the inn, it is quite comfortable, he asked Ah Yan to buy one to take home, while struggling to open his eyes.

Vision blurred, covered with a layer of mist.

Cheng Yunzhi half supported himself, leaned back, and was cushioned by a few big and soft pillows as expected, allowing him to lie down effortlessly.

He squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to lift the bed curtain, and suddenly, the dark bed became bright.

Looking out, the sky light suddenly appeared, penetrating from the edge of the window edge.

The familiar sound of blue sea shells hangs on the pen stand, and the tip of the pen hangs down softly; the quaint long table, wooden bench, and favorite reclining chair that he is familiar with are all within the field of vision.

Even the paintings on the wall are not similar to the decorations in his room, they can only be exactly the same.

Smoke billows.

A man in snow was standing in front of the long table with his back facing him, holding a pen in his hand, and was writing something.

The man had broad shoulders and a very narrow waist. A head of black hair hung down from his back, making the white even whiter and the black even blacker.

Just showing a wrist with a severed bone is enough for Cheng Yunzhi to look at him with relish for a long time.

Now, Mr. Cheng has not realized the situation he is in.

He was tired of lifting the bed curtain, so he didn't open his mouth. In short, it was impossible for Gu Yan not to hear him get up.

But today it seemed that he really didn't hear it. Mr. Cheng waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for his husband to come immediately.

What, you think he is delicate and easy to get hurt, so you don't want to talk to him?

Cheng Yuzhi lazily called out: "A Yan—"

The man in snow clad his wrists hard, finishing the last stroke.

He put the pen back on the pen stand, stared intently at his work, and sighed softly.

Gu Yan turned around, walked to his bedside, sat on the edge of the bed as usual, and reached out to support him.

Cheng Yunzhi also made an inch, leaning into his arms, leaning his chin on the hollow of his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Cheng slept comfortably, and spoke quite confidently, "Ignore me?"

Gu Yan: "I was thinking about other things, but I didn't hear Yunzhi call me." She was as meek as usual.

Cheng Yuzhi felt relieved, and was a little curious: "What are you writing?"

Gu Yan went to fetch his own handwriting, and on the paper it was written: "The mountains are high and the roads are far away."

Cheng Yuzhi rubbed his chin, pondering, "The calligraphy is good, but, why are you writing this?"

Gu Yan only said: "I like these four words."

Cheng Yunzhi didn't care, and said casually: "Then hang it up, and watch it every day if you like it."

Gu Yan: "Then Yunzhi thinks, where is it better to hang it?"

He got up and helped hang up all the curtains on the four sides of the bed so that Cheng Yunzhi could observe the furnishings in the house.

Cheng Yunzhi looked over and saw those cabinets and potted plants in very familiar positions, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

There are windows on the south side, rows of bookshelves on the west side, and original hanging paintings on the north side. It seems that there is only a place above his head.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

I have never heard of anyone hanging words above their heads!No matter how you look at it, it is wrong!

Just when Cheng Yuzhi was hesitating to remove the two hanging paintings, Gu Yan saw a roll of inscriptions in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Cheng Yuzhi was stunned: "You...?"

The fairy-like Mr. Gu turned over, his black hair fell down, covering him in the shadow, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes that Cheng Yuzhi had seen several times.

Much like, last time.

"I want to bring you back to my territory", raise it carefully.

Hearing Gu Yan sigh very lightly, he seemed satisfied, even if he remained motionless like this, it still revealed a wonderful satisfaction.

The soft and beautiful Daoxiu... finally fell into the living room in his palm.

Cheng Yunzhi frowned slightly as he looked at the young master in snow clothes who was close at hand.

"Gu Yan," he withdrew his smile, realizing that something was wrong, "tell me, why is this room so similar to Changjin's?"

"Because, it's an imitation from over there."

Cheng Yuzhi: "You even imitated the sound of the Bihai conch, why... didn't you make the door?"

This room has only windows and no doors.