After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Perhaps it was because of the severe pain, Yu Anyi's brows were tightly knit together, Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes, and saw Yu Anyi's pale and tightly pursed lips, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Because of the posture of kneeling and bowing, the wound on Yu Anyi's back burst open again, bleeding out.

But Yu Anyi still obediently lay on his knees, Sheng Zhao quietly closed his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and at this time Yu Anyi happened to raise his eyes to look at him, looking up at his cold and weak face, full of pain, but his eyes were full of pain. It is hope for Sheng Zhao.

They stared at each other for a while.

Sheng Zhao lazily raised Ruyu's fingertips, and slowly wiped away Yu Anyi's frowning brows.

Yu Anyi straightened her waist slightly, her lips touched Sheng Zhao's fingertips lightly, and they were separated immediately, full of nostalgia.

Because of this action, large swaths of blood gushed out from his back, and the pain pierced his bones, but he had a happy smile on his face.

Yu Anyi raised her lips slightly: "Thank you, Master."

He asked softly, "Master, can you stay with me for a while?"

Sheng Zhao: "I've bled so much, doesn't it hurt?"

Yu Anyi shook his head, he rubbed against Sheng Zhao's palm with his face sideways, his eyes glowed dark red with excitement, and was quickly suppressed, whispering: "I think the master loves me."

Sheng Zhao remained silent, he casually raised his hand to stroke Yu Anyi's hair, as carelessly as a puppy.

His attitude has already shown.

Yu Anyi was overjoyed, he suppressed his joy, and became more and more obedient to Sheng Zhao's actions.

Excessive blood loss caused Yu Anyi's consciousness to flicker. He hadn't rested for long, and when he was exhausted, he looked up at Sheng Zhao and fell asleep together.

Because of the pain, Yu Anyi woke up and fell asleep many times, and every time he woke up, he had to look up at Sheng Zhao's quiet face for a while.

Sheng Zhao lazily looked at the jade slips all afternoon.

When the sun was setting, Sheng Zhao stood up.

Yu Anyi, who was lying on his lap, woke up suddenly, and fell backwards unsteadily. He barely supported the chair, and hurriedly looked in the direction Sheng Zhao was leaving.

All he was left with was an indifferent back, and Sheng Zhao's emotionless voice came: "Let's go."

Sheng Zhao turned his back to Yu Anyi, he didn't see Yu Anyi's expressionless face became more ferocious as the distance between the two of them got farther and farther apart, and Yu Anyi's hand leaning on the chair had bruised veins.

"Will the master come tomorrow?" His tone was too gentle.

"meeting."

After completely stepping out of Yu Anyi's cave, Sheng Zhao's mouth curled up into an unpredictable smile, and he walked towards Tianshan Mountain.

Inside the cave.

Yu Anyi called out Shui Jing and looked at the large bloodstains caused by the rupture of the wound behind his eyes. He lowered his eyes with a gloomy expression, and after a while, he took off the clothes on his upper body.

His back line is beautiful, his waist is thin and powerful, and he should be good-looking, but now he is covered with cruel wounds, several hideous blood holes, large cuts, bruised and purple frostbite, and bloodstains from rubbing, dripping with blood, it is horrible. .

Yu Anyi didn't seem to feel the pain, he slowly bent his back, bent into a tight bow, the wound was torn faster, blood gushed out suddenly, dripping to the ground.

He suppressed his heavy panting, and it took a while for Yu Anyi to straighten up.

Yu Anyi drew his sword and used a sword wind, and the blood pool at his feet splashed in all directions, flying all around.

Yu Anyi looked around at the cave that looked like a murder scene, and was finally satisfied, and then he struggled to clean up the blood on his back, and used the medicine that Sheng Zhao left for him.

Yu Anyi thought with his eyes full of confusion, that the master would feel sorry for him tomorrow.

But on the second day, Yu Anyi, who fell on the ground half asleep and half awake, was waiting for an outer disciple.

The disciples of the outer sect waited outside the cave mansion, respectfully transmitted the sound to the inside, claiming that Sheng Zhao entrusted him to transmit the message.

Hearing the word "Sheng Zhao", Yu Anyi opened the cave with difficulty with spiritual energy.

The outer disciple had heard the name of the Immortal Lord for a long time, so he didn't dare to look at it, but the strong smell of blood made him raise his eyes in shock.

There was no light in the cave, and the interior could only be seen clearly with a little sunlight. Under the dim sight, there were blood splatters everywhere.

The outer disciple's voice trembled: "Xianjun?"

"Say."

The outer disciple looked into the corner, he didn't have any emotion towards him, his black eyes were like a pair of inhumans, like a wild beast.

In a quick glance, he only had time to see Xianjun's blood-stained white clothes and sluggish sitting posture.

Say?

say what?

Xianjun, what happened?What's the relationship with Junior Brother Sheng?

That secluded voice became colder and colder: "What did he tell you?"

The outer disciple hurriedly said: "Junior Brother Sheng said that he will miss your appointment today and cannot come to see you."

Facing that cold gaze, his words became more tactful, and he continued to sweat, "Junior Brother...Junior Brother said he was deeply sorry, and let me tell you that in the future, he will definitely apologize and apologize."

These words are all his farting.

Sheng Zhao's original words were only a few sentences: "Tell him, I'm going to accompany Master today, and I won't go to see him."

With the Immortal Venerable at his side, he, the outer disciple who was walking on the road, but Sheng Zhao pulled him to pass on the message, didn't dare to lift his head, so he agreed, turned around and left.

Before he left, he caught a glimpse of the closeness of the red and white clothes.

Yu Anyi: "Say what he said."

Under the invisible oppression, the outer disciple immediately said: "Junior Brother Sheng said that he wants to accompany Xianzun today, and he won't go to see you, Xianjun."

Nothing wrong.

Yu Anyi's eyes turned dark red again, and after only a moment, he quickly suppressed it. He supported the wall, stood up unsteadily, and took three steps.

The fear of the outer disciple subsided unknowingly, and even asked worriedly because Xianjun, who had always been strong in his heart, showed such a weak appearance, "Why don't Xianjun let Yaojun take a look at the injury?"

Yu Anyi shook his head: "With him..."

Yu Anyi suddenly coughed, he coughed so hard that blood flowed from his palms.

The disciples of the outer sect recalled Sheng Zhao's attitude towards Xianjun's ready to come and go immediately in his tone, and Xianjun did not go to Yaojun for treatment even if he was seriously injured at this time, and...he was there?

Is it because Junior Brother Sheng is here, so you can't go to see Mr. Yao?

The outer disciples were secretly startled.

After Yu An Yishun finished breathing, his voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it: "Go..."

Go and tell the master about his near-life appearance.

The outer disciples had no choice but to retreat.

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Sheng Zhao did it on purpose. He deliberately chose an outer disciple. He purposely said those words just now. He lowered his eyes and smiled, looking at the back of the outer disciple who was walking faster and faster.

I don't know how miserable Yu Anyi will make himself.

Sheng Zhao said to Wu Yu who was beside him, "Master."

He raised his hand: "It's been a long time since I held hands with Master."

When he raised his hand, only a few crossed fingers were exposed under the sleeves of the two of them just now, and now they were completely exposed to the air, and they shook hands very simply.

Sheng Zhao felt the temperature of Wu Yu's palm, and for some reason, his stubbornness rose, and he slowly inserted his fingertips into Wu Yu's fingers until they intersected.

Each of their fingers is ambiguously intertwined.

Wu Yu's fingertips froze.

He is wearing a jade crown today, even if the ink hair is like venting, it can't cover his burning ears.

Sheng Zhao played with Wu Yu's fingers, "It's the first time holding hands with Master like this."

Wu Yu responded in a low voice.

Sheng Zhao pulled him out today, saying that it was time for acting, but he left and was still acting.

Wu Yu slowly tightened his fingers, "Let's go back, I'll make jade balls for you to eat."

The author has something to say:

Near the end, more and more stuck, sorry (whisper)