After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Wu Yu chewed slowly, and swallowed all the food on the table alone. This time, he didn't use his spiritual power to erect a barrier around him, and the wind and snow blew in and fell into the bowl.

He ate the meal mixed with snow water one bite at a time.

Even though it was awful.

Similarly, even if he feels bad, he will not stop Sheng Zhao.

He is just Sheng Zhao's master.

Wu Yu glanced at the sky, the moon was hanging in the sky, it was already very late, if Sheng Zhao wanted to do something, he should have done it long ago.

He stood up and went back to the house to get his sword.

It is precisely because he is Sheng Zhao's master, he wants to teach Sheng Zhao what it means to not forget his heart, and he will let Sheng Zhao know that he is always Sheng Zhao's shield.

I want to play, play to my heart's content.

If you are wronged, you can come back to him.

Only a little.

Don't forget to go home.

Wu Yu held the sword and went down the mountain.

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After drinking the soup, Sheng Zhao followed Jiang Qianzhou back to his bedroom.

He was a little curious, wandering around in Jiang Qianzhou's room, touching this and that, and finally came to a conclusion: "The family is surrounded by walls, and Sword Master is indeed the No. 1 penance of the Sword Sect."

Jiang Qianzhou's room was indeed empty, without any extra decorations, but if you look carefully, you can see that the necessary furniture is of high quality, and there is no price for it.

It's just that he doesn't like extravagance, so he keeps everything simple.

It's not at all like the residence of the sword master Yuan Qing who is famous in the world of comprehension.

Jiang Qianzhou: "Cultivation should not focus on desire."

Sheng Zhao: "Okay, what you said made my ears callous."

Jiang Qianzhou put the sword at his waist across the frame: "Because you are the only one who is so precious by my side."

Sheng Zhao didn't want to argue with him, so he was going to light some incense.

Jiang Qianzhou held Sheng Zhao's hand: "No need."

Sheng Zhao: "?"

Jiang Qianzhou repeated: "No need."

It is already fragrant enough.

Sheng Zhao had no choice but to withdraw his hand. He extinguished the fire in the lampshade, leaving only one lamp at the head of the bed. He raised his hand and pulled off the loosely tied hairband, and three thousand black strands cascaded down like a waterfall.

Some even slipped into the gap between the back and the white clothes,

Jiang Qianzhou's throat was tight, and he couldn't see. He picked out the hair with his fingertips, and restrained himself from touching Sheng Zhao's neck.

Sheng Zhao sat on the bed, raised his eyes and thanked: "Thank you."

Jiang Qianzhou stood still, and he could see Sheng Zhao's slender neck, slightly protruding Adam's apple, delicate collarbone, and the white scenery inside the slightly open collar just by lowering his eyes slightly.

Thousands of thoughts are intertwined in my mind.

He staggered his eyes and looked coldly at the dim light beside the bed: "In a few days, I'm going to go to the secret place of the Tibetan forest."

Sheng Zhao calculated the time: "How many days? I remember the elder told me that it would be three days later?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "Well, there is not much time left for you to prepare."

Sheng Zhao: "It's so fast."

At that time, the secret realm of the Tibetan forest will be opened, and the talents of all sects will definitely come to participate. Sheng Zhao feels a headache just thinking about that scene.

In that big competition, Sheng Zhao amazed everyone with his superb Wufeng Sword, and naturally he also made many peers stronger.

Not to mention a bunch of bastards chasing after him to learn swordsmanship, and the little girls who are courting him are also hard to deal with.

It is even more difficult to serve the monks who have to chase after him for a competition, and the villain who secretly murders the new Tianjiao of the Sword Sect.

He thought for a while and asked, "How is your popularity?"

Jiang Qianzhou was puzzled: "What?"

Sheng Zhao: "Will many people come to you to catch up on the past?"

Jiang Qianzhou sneered coldly: "This deity has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and now the elders of other sects must be a generation younger than me, dare to seek a relationship with this deity?"

Sheng Zhao thought to himself, if he is not popular, he will know it.

"Then I'll follow you then."

Jiang Qianzhou is as cold as a sword, and he will surely scare off many Tianjiao who pester Sheng Zhao.

Jiang Qianzhou asked back: "What are you doing sticking to the deity?"

Sheng Zhao smiled: "Only by being close can Sword Master protect me all the time."

Jiang Qianzhou leaned over to look at Sheng Zhao: "Is this what you call inseparable?"

He said one word at a time: "I don't think it's enough."

Sheng Zhao: "What does Sword Master think is enough?"

Jiang Qianzhou supported the eaves of the bed, and grabbed Sheng Zhao's wrists: "I think that you are so restless, you should be locked by my side with a chain."

The dim light only illuminated half of the bed, and there was darkness behind Jiang Qianzhou. He looked at Sheng Zhao who was sitting obediently on the bed in front of him.

The blue silk was draped softly, and the white clothes were loosely worn on the body, revealing a large area of ​​skin, and even the beautiful face was reflected by the shadow of the lamp.

Much like the little wife sitting on the bed waiting for her husband to come back.

It was precisely because of this ambiguity that Jiang Qianzhou couldn't help but bend over, with a cold face and a cold voice, but said some extreme words.

What Jiang Qianzhou didn't expect was that Sheng Zhao didn't dodge, so he let him hold his hands, raised his face and smiled, and replied softly, "Okay."

The little fox made a request without knowing the danger: "I want a golden chain, and the chains must be wrapped in animal skins, otherwise it will hurt me."

Jiang Qianzhou withdrew his hand holding the eaves of the bed, pinched Sheng Zhao's chin instead, and raised it up: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Sheng Zhao grabbed Jiang Qianzhou's arm: "I only know what's on your mind."

Sheng Zhao tightened his hands, his face became colder, but his voice was very soft: "Let go, I hurt."

Jiang Qianzhou suffocated, and lightened his strength: "Then tell me, what is this deity thinking?"

Sheng Zhao chuckled softly, "Jian Zun wants to kiss me."

Only Sheng Zhao knew that he pinched his palm with all his might, it hurt so much, but he didn't dare to let go.

He was afraid that once he couldn't hold back, there would be deep hatred and thick disgust in his eyes.

He was afraid that once he relaxed, he would no longer have the courage to confront Jiang Qianzhou, and would never dare to play with this "fire" recklessly, because if he was not careful, he would be swallowed by the flames.

He was swallowed alive by Jiang Qianzhou.

Jiang Qianzhou laughed, "Close your eyes."

Sheng Zhao's fingertips sank deeply into his palm. Looking up at Jiang Qianzhou's face, he felt the icy sword energy from this man's body creep into the cracks in his bones.

It was freezing cold.

To submit, or to resist?

Sheng Zhao suppressed the strong ruthlessness in his heart, his chest rose and fell a few times, as if he was nervous, and then he closed his eyes with a breath.

Whispered: "Jianzun, you are responsible for this relative."

Jiang Qianzhou lowered his head slowly: "Of course I will—"

"Squeaky——" The palace door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of rhythmic footsteps resounded clearly.

The visitor walked in step by step: "I'm really sorry for disturbing you late at night."

"My beloved disciple has been bothering Master Jian for a long time, and I'll take him home."

Wu Yu's brows and eyes were indifferent, and the moonlight spread behind him, dispelling the darkness in the room.

He is dressed in white clothes, like a god in the sky.

When he saw Jiang Qianzhou's movement in front of him, his expression didn't move a bit, he just said in a low voice, "Sheng Zhao, come here."

Before Jiang Qianzhou could react, he was pushed away by Sheng Zhao. He took a few steps back, with anger between his brows: "Wu Wang, you trespassed on my Yuan Qing Peak—"

Before he finished speaking, he let out a muffled snort.

Absolute cultivation suppression and domain expansion.

The beam of moonlight that stretches in from the door is Wu Yu's handwriting.

Jiang Qianzhou's back seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain, which pressed his back down a little bit, and he couldn't stand up straight.

The beam of moonlight illuminated half of his face, but the light also happened to be on the lifeblood of his neck.

Jiang Qianzhou released his sword energy for a moment, and the room was as cold as ice. He clenched his fists and squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty: "Wu Wang, you are deceiving people too much."

"This, is, mine, Yuan Qingfeng."

Wu Yu didn't cast a sideways glance at Jiang Qianzhou, he looked straight behind Jiang Qianzhou at Sheng Zhao who was sitting on the bed, and said again: "Come here."

Sheng Zhao was woken up, stood up and ran over. He had endured so much, and when he relaxed for a while, he felt a little dazed.

Somehow, he bumped into Wu Yu's arms, rubbed his face like a baby bird in Wu Yu's arms like a long time ago, and said in a muffled voice, "Master, why are you here?"

Wu Yu raised his hand to rub Sheng Zhao's head, but avoided answering: "Is it cold?"

Sheng Zhao buried himself in Wu Yu's arms, nodded: "Cold."

It still hurts, the palm of his hand seems to be bleeding from being pinched, the pain is so painful that his tears are about to fall out.

It hurts so much, let him be timid for a while.

Just hide in Master's arms, don't have to think about anything.

Just for a while.

Wu Yu put his hand on Sheng Zhao's shoulder, using his spiritual power to transmit heat: "I came in a hurry, I didn't bring any clothes."

"Be patient for a while."

Sheng Zhao said "hmm", "Okay."

He waited for his body to warm up, took a breath, left Wu Yu's arms, and stood aside.

Seeing that they regarded him as nothing, Jiang Qianzhou became more angry and his eyes were cold. However, Wu Yu's cultivation base was much higher than his. At this time, his sword had already left his hand. Not only could he not do anything to Wu Yu, but he was also unable to resist .

He warned coldly: "Wu Yu!"

It was only then that Wu Yu looked at Jiang Qianzhou. He raised his hand and pressed his palm. If Jiang Qianzhou hadn't supported the edge of the bed, his knees would have bent.

Wu Yu: "What are you? How dare you call me by my name."

Jiang Qianzhou sternly said: "I came from the same school as you, even if you are an immortal, it doesn't matter, you are my junior brother, a generation younger than me!"

Wu Yu's face was indifferent: "Oh? Then how did Brother Jiang have the face to touch the apprentice of the younger brother?"

"Aren't you the most observant of those precepts and clear rules?"

Jiang Qianzhou said word by word, "It's really against the rules of etiquette, but I and him have mutual feelings."

As soon as the words fell, he felt a mountain of thousands of weights on his back, which almost made him bend his knees.

This is a great shame.

Jiang Qianzhou exhausted all his strength to break through Wu Yu's domain and let the natal sword fly into his hands.

With a sword in hand, he has confidence.

Point the ground with the point of the sword and straighten your waist.

Then he swept across with his sword neatly, breaking the domain.

Wu Yu slightly tilted his head to avoid a blow: "You said it wrong."

Jiang Qianzhou held the sword: "Even if you are his master, there is no reason to prevent him from delighting others."

Wu Yu asked softly, "Really?"

This murmur was gone with the wind, what was faster than the wind was the speed at which he drew his sword.

Before Jiang Qianzhou could see clearly, his throat was pressed against the tip of the sword, and bright red blood flowed from his neck while he was breathing.

Wu Yu clenched his sword tightly. He knew that Sheng Zhao was watching, but he still closed his eyes and made up his mind: "Then did you know that Sheng Zhao and I have already formed a Taoist couple."

"I am his husband."

The author has something to say:

Master made it up, he was just thinking about it.

Don't worry, it will be dawn soon.