After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

The night was as dark as ink.

Sheng Zhao hugged his jade pillow and knocked on the door of Wu Yu's bedroom.

The face of the young man in red was half covered by the jade pillow, only his eyes were exposed, and he called out wearily, "Master."

Immortal Venerable Wuwang doesn't need to sleep to nourish his spirit, the aura circulates around the sky, and his eyesight is naturally clear.

But he is afraid of anything if he wants to be with him, the most delicate disciple.

Wu Yu lit the palace lantern, and the bedroom was shrouded in dim yellow light. Turning his head, Sheng Zhao took off his coat, put on obscene clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He propped his chin, eyes half-opened from sleepiness.

Wu Yuqing untied the red silk headband for Sheng Zhao, and his hair was like venting.

He took off his crane cloak, leaned against the head of the bed, his white shirt dragging on the floor.

Sheng Zhao was not shy at all, and fell into Wu Yu's arms.

The night is deep and everything is quiet.

Sheng Zhao changed his posture, he lay his pillow in front of Wu Yu's cold and thin chest, quietly listening to Wu Yu's rhythmic heartbeat, his eyes were lightly closed, as if he was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep.

Sheng Zhao said softly, "Master."

Wu Yuying.

Sheng Zhao was too sleepy, and murmured: "Master, I succeeded."

The first sect in the world, the Yuan Qing sword master who broke through Jiuzhou with one sword.

The head of the aristocratic family, the young master of Tianjiao with golden branches and jade leaves.

The king of the demon clan, Pei Qiyan who stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Also, being held in the palm of the hand by these people, and respected by the world as elegant Yu Xianjun.

The word ** made them feel like crazy, kneeling at their feet and weeping bitterly. It's just that today Sheng Zhao was restless, and when he sent his enemy to hell, he was also thinking about Wu Yu's sudden affection.

Now that everything has settled down, Sheng Zhao can only think about his revenge.

How ridiculous.

Sheng Zhao's eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles, and a few nice words and a good-looking face made the four people beyond redemption.

A light kiss landed on Sheng Zhao's brow, it was distressing, comforting, and love.

Sheng Zhao opened his eyes in vain, and Wu Yu, who bowed his head and kissed, bumped into his eyes.

Wu Yu: "Well, I saw it."

Not only to see the success, but also all the suffering behind it.

Whenever Sheng Zhao made a half-step wrong, he wouldn't have curled up in his arms, half sleepy and half coquettish, saying that he had succeeded.

Attacking the heart and attacking the heart is thousands of times more difficult than killing the heart with a sword.

The moon and stars are sparse, and it is snowing in the Tianshan Mountains.

The sound of snow falling outside the window was mixed with Wu Yu's heartbeat.

Sheng Zhao propped himself up, his wrist rested on Wu Yu's shoulder bones, his black hair poured out all over Wu Yu's body, he pressed in, and the breath he exhaled was like a breathtaking incense.

It was a kiss lighter than Wu Yu's, and the lips were separated at the touch of a touch.

Sheng Zhao didn't smile, he looked at Wu Yu quietly, his eyes were full of his master, he called softly: "Master."

Sheng Zhao laughed and kissed again, "Master."

When the third kiss fell, Wu Yu didn't give Sheng Zhao another chance to escape. He held down Sheng Zhao's weak waist, put his finger bones under the slightly sunken waist, and kissed back.

The sticky "Master" disappeared in their intertwined lips and tongues. Sheng Zhao put his hands on Wu Yu's shoulders and didn't argue with Wu Yu. He opened his lips very cooperatively.

Do whatever you want.

Sheng Zhao was a little tired.

He left Tianshan, went to Yuanqing Peak, left the sect, went to the Qi family, left the cultivation world, and went to the demon clan, and he was full of infamy.

Fortunately, fortunately, there is still one person waiting for him to go home.

Wu Yu kissed gently, and when Sheng Zhao's whole body was weak and unable to support him, he hugged him into his arms.

Wu Yu: "I'm here."

Wu Yu: "I will always be here."

Sheng Zhao laughed in a muffled voice, his eyes stretched out in genuine joy, "Master, please marry me as a Taoist couple."

Wu Yu: "OK."

"Ten miles of red makeup."

"it is good."

"We want the world to bear witness."

"it is good."

"Let the world know."

"it is good."

·

What Li Hong said is right, the combination of master and apprentice is shocking to the world.

When the fact that Wuwang Immortal Venerable wanted to merge with his apprentice was known by the world, what they got in exchange was not congratulations, but rumors of disregarding the forbidden curse.

They cursed and were skittish.

They panicked that the Immortal Venerable who had protected the cultivation world for hundreds of years would end up dying.

Scourge, scourge, scourge! ! !

The massive wave of cursing turned the entire cultivation world upside down.

Jianzong, Siguoya

The place is dark, gloomy and icy cold. From time to time, gusts of wind sweep across with sword energy, cutting off the blood and flesh of those locked up.

The chains at the bottom of the cliff are specially made by Tiangong, and there are restrictions below, which can confine the spiritual power in the monk's body, and use his body to withstand the sword wind from time to time in the cliff of Siguo, which is called "atonement".

The two disciples walked side by side, whispering.

"We are too unlucky, and we are drawn to Siguoya's rotation again."

"Yes."

The disciples who are on duty every day need to inspect the criminals imprisoned at the bottom of the cliff to see who died and how they died, and whether the rest died.

Recorded one by one.

The two walked through one cave after another, and couldn't help chatting, "Have you heard?"

"what?"

"The news about who the Immortal Venerable wants to marry!"

"The skittish one?"

"Yes, master-student union! Ignore human relationship!"

"I heard that I have more days on duty than you. Guess who else is locked up here?"

"Tell me."

"Yuanqing Peak Master, Yuanqing Sword Master!"

"Cultivation is completely useless, please enter the cliff of thinking?"

"Yes! I don't know who gave some kind of ecstasy, so that our Sword Sect lost a great power during the tribulation period."

They were recording while talking, and when they left after recording, a bloody man kneeling in the depths of the cave slowly turned his head, unable to see his face clearly, his eyes were like black holes, and forced out a few words from his throat, "Master, Disciple, joint citizenship?"

The more he spoke, the smoother it became, "Who does Wu Wang marry?"

The two disciples looked at each other and replied: "The Immortal Venerable wants to join his closed disciple."

The blood man stopped talking for a long time.

The two disciples felt bored, turned around and left.

The blood man said again: "I want to leave the cliff of thinking."

The two of them looked sharply and turned their heads.

"Thinking of the cliff is something you can think of."

"You can get out after you make atonement."

The blood man said slowly: "This deity can come out."

"Who is this?"

"Wait while I flip through the booklet."

Another disciple had a sharp knife-like glare in his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he urged him to turn over quickly.

It's strange, these sinners were not low in cultivation before they came in, and they looked down on the young disciples on duty on weekdays, either they were as quiet as corpses, or they went crazy.

"I found it. He invited himself into the cliff, and he can indeed get out."

The other person's face froze, thinking that there was only one person in the cliff who invited himself into the cliff, and that was the old friend they discussed earlier.

Yuan and Qing swords respect Jiang Qianzhou.

Qi family, ghost ancestral hall.

Now that Qi Ren is the head of the Qi family, he can freely walk through it.

Qi Ren held an umbrella, shook the snow, stepped into the ghost ancestral hall haunted by resentful spirits, and slightly lowered his eyes, "He's going to marry someone else."

There is a man kneeling under the many spirit tablets made of Yin iron wood, with disheveled black hair and ragged white clothes. He is motionless and suffers from the gnawing of the resentful spirits, like a piece of wood that has lost its soul. It cannot speak or move. He turned his eyes dumbly, his pupils were dull and pitch black.

The man knelt for an unknown amount of time, and the wrathful spirit roared and screamed endlessly, noisy, cold, dark, painful, and the unhealed injury repeated itself even when he closed his eyes.

The boy in white curled up into a ball, with a big hole in his heart, his eyes were empty and lifeless: "Brother, why didn't you save me?"

The figure of the young man in scarlet letter who turned and left.

He suddenly heard a human voice, and it took him a long time to react.

He suddenly asked back: "Co-registration?"

"with who?"

"Innocent."

The man suddenly laughed, tears could not flow from his dry eyes, he said softly: "That's great."

He's fine, that's fine.

Qi Ren's eyes were cold: "I want you to write a statement of guilt."

The man replied: "Okay."

Qi Hua: "Look for me, is he beautiful in his wedding dress, is he happy?"

The Great Hall of the Demon Race Demon Palace.

Dazzling red, red silk and red candles, sticky red blood stains, and dead bodies everywhere.

A maid came forward silently. She was different from the demon guard who was shivering at the sides, fearing that she would become one of the corpses on the ground. The Demon Lord has joined forces with the rebellious demon army to attack the Demon Palace."

The magic palace is dead silent.

In fact, the Demon Lord who has merged with the Heavenly Demon can live without a heart, but he has to endure the heart-biting pain forever, but the person on the first seat seems to feel no pain.

A blood-red wedding gown was laid on the bone seat of the Demon Lord, which symbolized the supremacy of the Demon Race, but the Demon Lord, who was above ten thousand people, was squatting beside the bone seat, his deep purple eyes were full of tenderness and admiration, and he cherished every inch of it. Touching the wedding dress, she asked with a sweet smile, "Is brother good-looking?"

The maid has long been used to it, and calmly replied: "The queen's dignity is naturally incomparable."

However, the Demon Lord was furious, and suddenly got up and waved his sleeves, the demon energy surged, and the maid was instantly sent flying.

The boy with a bloody hole on the two corners of his forehead murmured: "My brother is mine, no one else is allowed to see it."

"You can't, no one can."

The maid coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, got up and knelt down again, "Your Majesty, within a moment, the Demon Palace will fall."

Why only a quarter of an hour.

Because there was no one in the Demon Palace to fight, Mo Shou was all killed by the crazy Mozun. Because the Mozun was seriously injured at this time, he was so crazy that he broke off his two horns alive.

Because, the Demon Lord is crazy.

Mozun turned a deaf ear, he squatted down again, looked at the wedding dress and muttered to himself.

The maid gritted her teeth and continued: "There is one more thing, the queen... Mr. Sheng wants to join the immortals in the cultivation world."

The Mozun's stroking movement stopped, and he turned his head inch by inch, his eyes were bloodshot: "What did you say?"

The maid knocked her head down, "Is the Demon Race ready?"

The entire hall of the Demon Palace was completely silent, and no one dared to move.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the young man's voice came down from the high seat, "Prepare."

Pei Qiyan stood up, his face was covered with blood, it was tears of blood, which were wiped away indiscriminately, and he looked like a child crying helplessly.

The young Demon Venerable was expressionless: "Follow me out of the palace to meet the enemy."

The Mozun narrowly won with one enemy.

·

But in a few days, the public opinion in Xiujie has changed again, and it has changed completely. Who would have expected that several cornermen who dominate public opinion will come out together, saying that they have been unrequited love from the beginning to the end, and they have nothing to do with Sheng Zhao. Half a relationship.

First of all, the crimes of the sword master of Yuan and Qing Dynasties have been written.

Afterwards is the statement of confession made by Patriarch Qi for his brother.

Then, the demons prepared gifts to Jianzong, secretly clarified.

Finally, there is the revelation of the internal secrets of Jianzong.

"I'm afraid the Sword Master was threatened by the Immortal Venerable, right? How can anyone say that he is old and disrespectful, and has evil intentions towards the younger generation?"

"Impossible. A good friend of mine is a disciple of Yuan Qingfeng. I saw with my own eyes that Master Jian put all those who chewed their tongues into the confinement room! I heard that after punishing people, I went back to the cliff."

"Then, isn't Sword Master forcing Cultivator Sheng into that big wedding?"

"I can't justify it, isn't his master an immortal? Is it necessary to escape marriage?"

"No, no, I heard that Sword Master imprisoned little friend Sheng in Yuanqing Peak, but he managed to escape on the day of his wedding and ran into Young Master Qi."

"You're not right either, that's the former Young Master Qi."

"This is not a good person. It is said that the former Young Master Qi fell in love at first sight and took him captive to the Qi family."

"It's true. At that time, the Qi family didn't resign the engagement to Jianzong and gave the dowry. They never saw Cultivator Sheng himself there from the beginning to the end."

"Then what's the matter with the demon?"

"You can't even figure this out. It's because the owner of the Qi family is kind-hearted, and he couldn't see past it and took him to the century-old meeting."

"In the end, the Demon Venerable saw that Cultivator Sheng was a disciple of the Immortal Venerable, and in order to humiliate us in cultivating the realm, he took him to the Demon Clan."

"That's right! It was Xiaoyou Sheng who tried his best to get the Demon Race Peace Agreement for us!"

Everyone couldn't help being ashamed and sighed.

"Otherwise the Demon Venerable wouldn't prepare a gift to congratulate the Immortal Venerable on his union."

"There is also Yu, the former young master of Qi who retired from the engagement, bah! This person is also worthy of being called an immortal!"

"How to say?"

"I also heard it faintly, is it the secret of the sword sect?"

"Yes, this person has gone mad and killed his fellow disciples, which is even more shameful than the demons."

……

There are all kinds of heresy about ghosts and ghosts.

The turmoil from the outside world can't reach the top of the sky at all. The Tianshan Mountain is as quiet as ever, and it's snowing here again.

"do I look good?"

Sheng Zhao was dressed in a wedding dress, and walked briskly in front of Wu Yu, Xue Xu and Luo Mei danced together.

Xiujie is not pedantic, there are wedding dresses for men and men, but the wedding dresses were made in a few days and sent to Sheng Zhao. Shining dazzlingly under the sun, just like the exuberant temperament.

It's beautiful, there is no better wedding dress in the world.

Wu Yu: "It looks good."

There is no one better looking than his sweetheart.

Sheng Zhao jumped onto Wu Yu's body, and his lips collided with each other.

Wu Yu hugged him and smiled lowly: "What's the trouble?"

Sheng Zhao: "Master, show me the clothes too."

With a wave of Wu Yu's sleeves, the wedding dress in the mustard seed replaced the white dress with a crane cloak on him. This was the first time that the Immortal Venerable wore a red dress, and he was still wearing a matching wedding dress. The roots of her ears were red, and she pursed her lips unaccustomedly.

The lofty moon is stained with the worldly customs, but she is not inferior to before. She is no longer indifferent, no longer cold, and she is as handsome as a gentleman.

She pursed her lips lightly, her brows and eyebrows were gentle just because of the person in front of her, and her whole body was covered with a layer of warm color.

Sheng Zhao jumped off Wu Yu, looked around the people, and nodded seriously, "Yes, you are indeed my Taoist companion."

Wu Yu tapped Sheng Zhao's forehead lightly with his fingers.

Sheng Zhao accused: "Master beat me before I got my registration, but I can pay back after I get my registration."

Wu Yu shook her head and smiled lowly, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Zhao drew out his voice, "It hurts like hell."

Wu Yu leaned over and kissed lightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Sheng Zhao complained with a playful smile, "Master, why is he in the business of selling beauty, it's too foul."

Wu Yu stared fixedly at him and laughed muffled.

The wedding gown and wedding dress were blown up by the wind, and the sleeves of the clothes fluttered, entangled.

They hugged and kissed in the snow.

There will never be a stronger or more intense color on the Tianshan Mountains.

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About to write two chapters of extracurricular episodes, one chapter of sobriety, and one chapter of meeting