After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

After Sheng Zhao nodded in agreement, Wu Yu opened the formation. On the table was a meal prepared by his disciples, and they started eating.

Yu Anyi didn't know where the crane that could ride was at the foot of the mountain, and his injuries couldn't support him to fly with the sword. Even with his cultivation level, it would take a lot of time to climb from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Sheng Zhao estimated the time, took a sip of hot tea, "Master."

He stood up, and when Wu Yu looked up at him, he got under Wu Yu's arm and sat on the person's lap.

Sheng Zhao even raised his eyebrows at Wu Yu as a matter of course,

As if asking, why are you standing still.

Wu Yu realized it later, a glamorous face appeared out of his long sleeves, and then a soft body was attached to it, his body stiffened for a moment, and his breathing was unsteady.

The word "Chenghe Titong" was repeated over and over in my heart, but I still didn't say it because of selfishness.

Sheng Zhao sat uncomfortably and was still adjusting his position.

The soft flesh under the cloth rubbed tightly against the tense thigh muscles.

Wu Yu's chest heaved and he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

Added another sentence: "Sit well."

Sheng Zhao muttered, "Master's legs are so hard."

Wu Yu closed his eyes, his Adam's apple was rolling with difficulty, he raised his hand against Sheng Zhao's waist, and controlled his fingertips to rest on the shallow and sunken waist in a regular manner, not kneading or rubbing, but his palm was Hot, hot.

Sheng Zhao straightened his waist and got closer to Wu Yu. When he lowered his head slightly, he saw Wu Yu's tightly pursed lips. The lines on his face became tighter and colder, and his voice became more indifferent. , without any emotion: "Are you comfortable?"

"It's comfortable, it's comfortable." Sheng Zhao said quickly, he smiled obediently, flattering him: "Master, bear with me, I'll come down when he leaves."

Then Sheng Zhao felt the hot palm on his waist press against him even tighter, and Wu Yu responded in a low voice.

They are not as close as a master and apprentice, Wu Yu firmly adheres to his bottom line as a master, but the person in front of him who took the initiative to break the taboo keeps saying that he wants to leave.

Wu Yu raised both arms of Sheng Zhao around her neck, "Here comes the person, hold him tight."

As soon as the words fell, the slight sound of stepping on the snow came from a distance, and with Sheng Zhao's cultivation, he naturally heard it.

Sheng Zhao laughed in a low voice, and said in a very light voice, "Master, it's time to enter the play."

He raised his fingertips to caress Wu Yu's side face gently, brushed over his temples gently, and lifted Wu Yu's drooping black hair like a playful one.

Then, Sheng Zhao's hand froze.

Wu Yu quickly turned his head away the moment Sheng Zhao lifted his hair, but it was too late, he had already been seen.

After a long while, Sheng Zhao tapped his master's red ears that were about to bleed, and teased, "Master?"

Wu Yu didn't say a word, turned his head away and closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate, with an appearance of being at the mercy of others, with a terribly cold expression.

Sheng Zhao stared at Wu Yu's cold face, his hands kept moving, following the redness of the ears, and the neck was also crimson.

His master looks noble and pure, but in reality... Sheng Zhao really couldn't think of a good word to express the friendship between their master and apprentice.

Maybe Wu Yu's love for his master and apprentice is hidden in his heart.

Sheng Zhao realized later, and sighed softly, "It turns out that Master is a paper tiger."

"I thought Master hated me getting close to you."

As Sheng Zhao spoke, he pulled Wu Yu's collar away out of curiosity, and just pulled away a small part, and caught a glimpse of scarlet, when he was gripped tightly by the wrist bone.

Wu Yu's tone was stagnant, hoarse: "Enough."

"it's OK."

like very much.

Wu Yu sighed and smiled: "Save some face for Master."

Sheng Zhao said "Oh" unwillingly, like a child who just found a fun toy and was stopped by an adult after a while, naughty but obedient.

Very aggrieved.

Wu Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "There are outsiders here."

Sheng Zhao's eyes lit up, "Master can't go back on his word when those people leave."

Sheng Zhao tidied up the torn collar, and smoothed Wu Yu's black hair. After finishing everything, he leaned obediently in Wu Yu's arms, and squinted at Yu Anyi who was about to walk.

With just one glance, he took it back mercilessly, as if he didn't care about the dog he had raised for so long, and his whole heart was on his master.

Yu Anyi choked for breath, and was so cold at the sight.

He walked all the way, watched the two flirt all the way, his veins burst out of patience, and with the last sliver of reason, he was able to suppress the turbulent inner demon, and exposed the demonic energy in front of Wu Wang, he had only one way to die.

"Immortal Venerable."

Yu Anyi leaned over and cupped his hands.

What kind of bullshit fairy, even a master who blasphemed his disciples is worthy of this title?

Yu Anyi stared straight at Sheng Zhao, the greed in his eyes could be seen at a glance: "Junior Brother Sheng."

Long time no see, he missed Sheng Zhao.

Wu Yu frowned slightly.

Sheng Zhao paid most of his attention to Wu Yu, so he saw it naturally. He lowered his head and kissed Wu Yu's frowning brow.

Smooth with soft, moist lips.

As for Sheng Zhao, he just caressed him casually with his fingers. He is a dog, what is he expecting?

Yu Anyi yelled again, and Sheng Zhaocai looked over displeasedly: "I have something to say."

Yu An looked at Wu Yu with difficulty.

Sheng Zhao: "Is there anything my master won't listen to?"

It was as if Wu Yu was Sheng Zhao's Taoist partner.

Yu Anyi: "It's about rumors."

He recounted how he resolved the matter, with a hint of anticipation, hoping to be rewarded by Sheng Zhao.

"Ah."

He was full of expectations, but what he got was Sheng Zhao's cold voice, he didn't care, his master saw someone else.

Sheng Zhao didn't see him.

His master smiled lightly, with a shyness and luster in his eyes that he had never seen before, ready to bloom, he lowered his head to touch other people's lips, after touching it, he turned to look at him.

Sheng Zhao said in a cold voice, "Are you still leaving?"

Both in and out of the words were warning him, to make Yu Anyi more interesting.

Yu Anyi's blood turned cold from this look, he forced a smile, his throat was hard, like a lowly actor who made people laugh, he said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go, let's go."

He is obedient.

Yu Anyi turned around and left the Tianshan Mountain that he had worked so hard to get up.

At first, when Yu Anyi knew that Zhaoyu was Sheng Zhao, he thought that Sheng Zhao pretended to be out of hatred for him, but Sheng Zhao didn't, he saved him time and time again, and when Yu Anyi was willing to be tamed, he had become his subordinate. After a dog, he realized that what was more difficult for him to bear than Sheng Zhao hating him was that Sheng Zhao never cared about him.

No matter what he did, whether it was hurting himself or pleasing his master, Sheng Zhao would tease him when he was happy, and would ignore him when he was unhappy.

In Sheng Zhao's eyes, he was a joy.

He doesn't matter and could be dropped at any moment.

The inner demon broke out again, and the demonic energy emanated from his heart, tightly bound his entire heart, and then radiated from his chest to the spirit veins of his limbs.

It's not a good feeling to convert aura into magic energy.

Yu Anyi was in so much pain that he supported Shugong's lower body, his fingertips dug into the tree trunk, the pain was so painful that he was about to die in a trance.

The wound on his back was torn open again, and blood flowed from the seven orifices due to the shock of the viscera, like a dying person who was about to be dragged into the underworld, struggling frantically unwillingly, and finally had to accept his fate.

The one who gave him the last knife was Sheng Zhao.

Yu Anyi, who had stepped out of Tianshan Mountain, had already become a man of blood. He cast a cleansing spell, and after returning to Yuanqing Peak, he saw five people waiting at the entrance of his cave.

It was those two disciples who brought the three people who first spread the rumors here.

Yu Anyi looked at them for a while, his dull black eyes made people tremble with fear, he closed them, he became much tired in an instant, and said softly: "Let's go."

The few people were overjoyed, and left Yuan Qingfeng scrambling and scrambling.

Yu Anyi sneered, and staggered into the cave full of his blood.

.

As soon as the person left, Sheng Zhao, who was pretending to put his lips on Wu Yu's lips, immediately puffed up his waist. Before Wu Yu could react, he raised his hand to pick off the man's collar. After seeing the crimson color with satisfaction, he jumped down and wanted to run : "I offended the master, the disciples go back to the room first if they are sleepy."

Sheng Zhao only saw a scarlet patch, but didn't see the veins popping up on Wu Yu's patient neck, which was quite terrifying.

Wu Yu breathed a long sigh of relief, and covered his collar with a headache. There was still wetness left by Sheng Zhao on his lips. He pursed his lips, and tasted the fragrance left by his good apprentice.

Wu Yu stood up and let out a hot breath.