After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

"Why did you help me but keep it from me?" Sheng Zhao's voice was very soft, but his palms were tightly clenched.

Sheng Zhao even forgot how long he hesitated to come up Tianshan Mountain, but when he saw Wu Yu standing alone in the wind and snow, he opened his mouth subconsciously.

Tianshan is very cold, and it has snowed for nearly a thousand years.

In the eyes of many people, Immortal Venerable Wuwang has the same name as this mountain, standing majestically, and the towering peaks are like the sky that can support the entire cultivation world.

It's just that Sheng Zhao always can't see that when Wu Yu is alone in Tianshan, he will feel a sharp pain in his heart, and he will be out of breath.

So when he first moved in, he would always torment Wu Yu, yelling that he was cold, saying that he was afraid of the dark, and he wanted Wu Yu to eat three meals a day with him.

Therefore, a hot spring was opened on the top of Tianshan Mountain, a layer of ice and snow was melted, and a Yuehuamei plant was moved. As soon as it fell into the night, the petals of the plum blossom gave off a little starlight, because meals were transported every day. Sending the disciples carrying the food boxes up the mountain, they finally got to know each other.

It's no longer cold, dark, or deserted here.

Tianshan has changed, and Immortal Venerable Wuwang has also changed.

Sheng Zhao couldn't see Wu Yu returning to the way he was five years ago.

Wu Yu looked back, surprise flashed in his eyes, helplessly: "I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

His expression was very natural, as if he never said that sentence to Sheng Zhao, that kiss never existed, and Sheng Zhao never refused to leave.

Sheng Zhao's tense nerves relaxed, "Master treats me well, how can I be unhappy."

Wu Yu let him go, with gentle eyebrows and eyes: "Huh? Then who asked me to leave it alone before."

Sheng Zhao said confidently, "I don't know."

Wu Yu hooked her lips very slightly, but her eyes were full of smiles.

Sheng Zhao walked up to Wu Yu and looked up at him, "If Elder Xie doesn't tell me, how long will Master keep it from me?"

He was still nervous, his eyelids trembled involuntarily, he looked at Wu Yu and looked away unnaturally, and finally turned back resignedly.

Wu Yu shook her head, her voice was very soft: "I didn't do this to let you know."

Sheng Zhao's eyelids trembled even more, and his slender fingertips were sweaty, a little wet, and when he hooked Wu Yu's hand, it was warm.

Sheng Zhao didn't close his eyes, even though his eyes were blushing with embarrassment, he still looked straight at Wu Yu's expression, saying every word, "But if I know, I will be very happy."

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously clenched Sheng Zhao's hand, her breathing was no longer regular, "Why are you back again?"

Sheng Zhao smiled, "Where will I go if I don't come back? Master has the heart to let me sleep on the street? Or, Master doesn't want me anymore?"

Wu Yu whispered, "Thought."

They stood under the eaves, the wind and snow rolled up again, blowing into the gap between the two of them, it was cool.

Sheng Zhao thought for a while, breathed out a hot breath, and said quietly: "Wu Yu, I am a very bad person, and I bear countless stigmas, but you are different, you are the glorious Wuwang Immortal Venerable."

Wu Yu also said quietly, "Do you still remember my natal sword?"

Of course, I remember that in the battle between immortals and demons, a sword shocked the world, and the sword's intent was magnificent, and it was the sword that all the gods and demons of the nine heavens looked at.

In Wu Yu's study room, what Sheng Zhao saw was a sword with a fierce aura. It was stained with countless blood, and there were countless dead souls under the sword. Only in Wu Yu's hands was it like a breeze and a bright moon.

The sword follows the master, it is Wu Yu who suppresses all the evil spirits in it.

"You are still young, maybe you haven't seen the scene where people see me like a ghost, I know what they say about me behind my back."

"It's not the celestial venerable, but the murderous Asura."

"In the beginning, Tianshan was not locked."

It's just that people in the world respect him and are afraid of him. In order to prevent people from entering by mistake, I ask Wuwang to set up a ban so that no one can enter.

Ask him to enclose himself as a prison.

Wu Yu didn't say any more, but Sheng Zhao also understood what he had said, the way of heaven is inhumane, and he regards everything in the world as a straw dog.

But this world is nothing more than that.

Wu Yu smiled and comforted, "It's all over."

He brushed away the snow flakes from Sheng Zhao's hair, and acted seriously, "You are fine, but they are the worst."

"I see you in my eyes."

"What I like is also you in my eyes."

So don't care about what other people think or say, just care about him.

"My name is Wuxuan, and I am warning myself. When cultivating the Tao, don't have many delusional thoughts in your life, and take the righteousness of avoiding greed."

"But I also have greed."

"The snow in the Tianshan Mountains is too heavy. I want to have someone to keep warm with me. Five years is not enough, and I can only be satisfied in lifetimes."

"I don't know if that person is willing?"

Wu Yu at this time is probably the most gentle he has been in thousands of years, like vernal water, wrapping Sheng Zhao in it lingeringly.

Imprison him, trap him, use the gentlest means to force Sheng Zhao to give an answer.

Sheng Zhao was in a state of confusion, he was too ashamed, his cheeks were flushed red, his eyes were steamed with moisture, and his tightly pursed lips were bright red and attractive.

At first glance, they are all attractive fans.

The eyelids trembled, but after a few breaths, he boldly hooked Wu Yu's neck, and quickly stood on tiptoe to stamp Wu Yu's lips.

With a smile on his brows and eyes, "He is willing."

Wu Yu bowed her head and kissed her.

Sheng Zhao has always been shameless, after exchanging his feelings, the flustered feeling is gone, and he can flirt with his master who is as white as paper with a shy face.

It's a kiss back, and it's also emotional.

Sheng Zhao kissed back passionately, and the red clothes were blown up by the wind, showing off wantonly.

Unable to restrain himself, his sweetheart still teases him like this, if Wu Yu restrains him, he will really be able to reform the way of ruthlessness.

Wu Yu is indeed a blank sheet of paper.

He hooked Sheng Zhao's lips and tongue, his eyebrows were half closed, his expression was indistinguishable, and all the waves were hidden under his indifferent appearance.

Only Sheng Zhao could perceive that Wu Yu's innocence had gradually become more proficient, he regained the initiative, and slowly taught his arrogant little disciple who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

Sheng Zhao whimpered, and he didn't have the energy to spit out half a word. He burst into tears, his eyes were soaked, and the end of his eyes became more and more colorful.

Every joint was pink with shame.

Being kissed so softly that he seemed to be limp on his master's body, he couldn't stand still with his hands and feet weak, and finally understood what it meant to ask for trouble.

Wu Yu was willing to let him go after he had learned enough lessons. He half hugged Sheng Zhao's waist to keep him from falling down, and looked at Sheng Zhao panting helplessly.

"Before you left the sect and after you returned to the sect, you always liked to provoke me, including just now."

But Wu Yu has no reason to be patient this time.

Sheng Zhao was still out of breath, and leaned lazily on Wu Yu's body, thinking for a while, "I don't know why, but I really want to see how Master can't restrain himself."

Wu Yu smiled and asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied?"

Sheng Zhao smiled, "No."

Of course it is not enough to see the ascetic commit suicide because of his depravity.

Sheng Zhao's hands were itchy again, and he went to play with Wu Yu's earlobes. His hands were beautiful, white and slender, with faintly visible indigo-colored veins, and a slight crimson color at the joints. The tip rubbed the sensitive auricle little by little.

Wu Yu's eyebrows were filled with forbearance: "Don't make trouble."

He lowered his head and gently kissed Sheng Zhao's ear tip with a warning.

Sheng Zhao stopped in an instant, "Okay."

Sheng Zhao: "I want Master to carry me away."

He couldn't walk anymore.

Wu Yu hugged him horizontally, "Where do you want to go?"

Sheng Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Of course I move all my things into Master's room. My quilt and jade pillow should be placed together with Master's."

"Forget it, I don't need the bedding, I will share the bed with Master."

"Well, it can also be changed, the master moved into my room."

"I'll move. My bedroom is still far away from the spring. It's not as cold as your hot mist."

"It won't be cold if you sleep with Master in your arms."

"Ah."

"Then can I put beads in Master's room?"

"No, Ye Mingzhu is too bright, you won't be able to sleep."

"Then Master must remember to light the palace lantern for me every night."

"it is good."

"I want to eat jade balls."

"I'll cook it for you later."

"I want to drink."

Wu Yu narrowed her eyes, "Sheng Zhao."

Sheng Zhao smiled mischievously, enough was enough.

They walked in the wind and snow, their red clothes and white shirts were entangled by the wind and snow, and they were eye-catching and conspicuous in the vastness of Tianshan Mountains.

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