After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

When Jiang Qianzhou woke up, he was in the darkness, with heavy iron shackles locked on his body, and he was in a cold pool.

Without spiritual power to protect his body, he was so cold that his whole body was shivering.

Sheng Zhao locked him in the cold pool?Is this punishment?Jiang Qianzhou thought, he was walking in the icy pool of water, groping around, splashing cold water one after another.

Shouting over and over again: "Sheng Zhao? Sheng Zhao!"

nobody.

As Jiang Qianzhou continued to walk forward, the chains that bound his limbs tightened suddenly, and he staggered and fell into the pool.

After only a little cry of pain, his mouth and nose were covered by ice in the pool, and he was in a panic.

Because his limbs were frozen stiff, he struggled a lot before getting up from the bottom of the pool, and almost drowned.

Jiang Qianzhou finally realized that he had lost his spiritual power and was like a waste. If he was kept in prison, he would freeze to death.

But he didn't believe that Sheng Zhao wouldn't treat him like this.

In the secret realm, Sheng Zhao sacrificed his life to save himself. This is something that cannot be faked.Jiang Qianzhou thought, they were hugging each other intimately just now, and he wanted to be a Taoist couple with Sheng Zhao.

He calmed down again.

In the face of death, people are always unwilling to give up that little bit of hope, so Jiang Qianzhou deliberately ignored that it was Sheng Zhao who tricked him into taking the elixir, it was Sheng Zhao who knocked him out, and the phrase "I will never forgive you for the rest of my life" .

Jiang Qianzhou didn't believe it. Although the little fox was a little naughty, he knew how to measure it. He must have been angry. He locked him up for a while and then let him out.

So Jiang Qianzhou held on to this slim hope for five days, tortured by the endless darkness and the bone-piercing ice for five days, dying, with only one breath left.

He lay on the shore, unconscious.

A sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from the hand resting on the shore, Jiang Qianzhou groaned, pulled back to his sanity by the pain, but when he looked up, he saw a dazzling light.

The corners of his eyes were pierced with tears, and only then did he see Sheng Zhao carrying the lantern.

Sheng Zhaoyang smiled: "I'm sorry, it's too dark here, I didn't see clearly, I stepped on the hand of Master Jian."

Jiang Qianzhou curled up his fingers: "Sheng Zhao."

The hope that was about to be extinct in his heart rose like a flame blown by the wind: "Stop making trouble, let me out."

Sheng Zhao shook his head: "It's not time yet."

He sat cross-legged on the ground, propping his chin, with the lampshade beside him.

The light illuminated Sheng Zhao's whole body.

But Jiang Qianzhou was in the dark, he could touch the light, but he was held by the chain behind him, so he couldn't touch Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao looked at Jiang Qianzhou's current appearance.

The formerly majestic Sword Master Yuan Qing was locked up like a prisoner, his face was blue from the cold, his lips were pale, and his black hair was always scrupulously disheveled like a lunatic.

His eyes were bloodshot like a mad dog.

Sheng Zhao clicked his tongue: "Jianzun, you are in such a mess right now."

"Do you know? I hate your superior look the most. I feel sick when I see it. Now I feel much more comfortable looking at it."

Jiang Qianzhou's pupils constricted, and he stared at Sheng Zhao in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Sheng Zhao curled his lips: "I said, Master Jian is now like a down-and-out mad dog, and will bark and bite me in the next moment."

Sheng Zhao's words became a prophecy, and Jiang Qianzhou really couldn't bear it and desperately wanted to touch Sheng Zhao, but no matter how he stretched out his hand, he couldn't even touch half of the material, which was clearly within reach.

A sense of shame swept over Jiang Qianzhou's heart, and his tone was angry: "Sheng Zhao, do you know what you are doing?"

Sheng Zhao smiled: "I am much more sane than Master Jian, so don't worry Master Jian."

He propped his chin lazily, and narrowed his eyes contentedly: "Let's go on, what I hate the most is your previous attitude of contempt for all living beings, and bullying ordinary people at will because of your talent."

"Jianzun, you have stayed in the cold pool for five days like a mortal, do you understand their pain?"

Jiang Qianzhou didn't know why Sheng Zhao said these words suddenly, and after searching in his mind for a while, he found the memory of the quarrel when he and Sheng Zhao met for the first time, and the quarrel was because of him locking up his disciples in the cold pool.

He felt a little ridiculous: "You locked me up for five days just because of this trivial matter? You even kept it in your mind for so long?"

Sheng Zhao laughed: "Jian Zun thinks so many lives are trivial?"

Jiang Qianzhou sneered coldly: "It's only been locked up for a few days, how could he die?"

Sheng Zhao said "Oh": "Then Sword Master will continue to be imprisoned, let me see if Sword Master will die."

Jiang Qianzhou would never think that the people he imprisoned were nothing more than Zhuji Pills, and they were not much better than ordinary people. How could they not die?Sheng Zhao was disgusted.

Jiang Qianzhou saw that Sheng Zhao didn't seem to be joking, panic spread in his heart, and he threatened in a cold voice: "Sheng Zhao?! We will hold a Taoist couple ceremony in half a month, don't be willful!"

Sheng Zhao laughed softly: "Jian Zun thinks I really like you, right? What is the Dao Companion Ceremony? I never took it to heart."

Jiang Qianzhou refused to believe: "Then why did you save me in the secret realm? Why are you willing to be so close to me?"

Sheng Zhao just smiled.

That frivolous smile shattered all Jiang Qianzhou's defenses, he was completely terrified, the feeling of losing the one he loved had never been so strong, he became mad, and frantically reached out to touch Sheng Zhao.

The bones of his hands were worn out by the cold shackles, but he still refused to stop.

And Sheng Zhao just watched Jiang Qianzhou go crazy indifferently.

Jiang Qianzhou's wrist was so worn down that he could barely touch Sheng Zhao's fingertips, and he tightened his grip with all his strength.

Only then did Sheng Zhao stretch out his hand like alms, followed Jiang Qianzhou's strength, bent forward, and pressed on Jiang Qianzhou's heart.

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes were red: "Sheng Zhao, don't scare me, don't scare me."

"Let's just play and make a fuss." Jiang Qianzhou felt the warmth in his heart, closed his eyes, and said wearily: "Some things can't be said nonsense."

His voice was pleading imperceptibly: "Sheng Zhao, you let me out, I pretend nothing happened, let's go back to the past, okay?"

Sheng Zhao withdrew his hand, squatted halfway in front of Jiang Qianzhou, caressed Jiang Qianzhou's side face with a half-smile, and said cruelly: "Jianzun, everything is fake."

"It's a lie to save you, and it's a lie to be intimate with you. I acted as the one who said I like you and wants to be your Taoist partner. Why don't you believe it?"

Jiang Qianzhou grabbed Sheng Zhao's hand, as if grasping at the last straw: "My lord, don't believe me."

Sheng Zhao leaned against Jiang Qianzhou's face, with a coquettish face and breath like blue, but every word he said pierced Jiang Qianzhou's heart.

"Jianzun, the one I like from the beginning to the end is my master."

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes were about to burst, and his heart hurt so badly that he could hardly breathe. He looked at Sheng Zhao who was close at hand, and was still obsessed with that compelling beauty.

He couldn't help it, and was in great pain, begging: "Don't lie to me, Sheng Zhao."

Please, don't do this to me.

Sheng Zhao sighed in his heart, feeling that Wu Yu was a useful tool, and came up with another plan in his mind.

He laughed in a low voice: "You don't believe it? Then I will let Sword Master open his eyes tomorrow."

Jiang Qianzhou felt uneasy: "What?"

Sheng Zhao said softly: "Let you see how my master usually treats me. He would hug me, kiss me, touch my waist, press me on the bed, and gently take off my clothes." , kissing my Adam's apple, wantonly rubbing all the places on my body."

He paused: "Jianzun, do you want to see it?"

Jiang Qianzhou sucked in "hohoho", just imagining it, he was so angry that he couldn't help himself, jealous and hated.

He said one word at a time: "I don't allow it!"

Jiang Qianzhou wanted to catch Sheng Zhao, but Sheng Zhao got up and retreated before he could move.

Jiang Qianzhou stared at him: "Sheng Zhao! How dare you? How dare you let him touch you?!"

Sheng Zhao was not afraid at all: "Why don't I dare, Jian Zun has no power to restrain a chicken now, what can you do to me?"

Stimulated by Sheng Zhao's words, Jiang Qianzhou frantically struggled with the chain.

Sheng Zhao felt that teasing was enough, so he counted the time.

It's been five days, and the effect of the medicine is almost over.

He poured out two pills and stuffed them into Jiang Qianzhou's mouth, and was almost bitten by the mad dog.

Sheng Zhao picked up the handkerchief to wipe his hands in disgust, and said to Jiang Qianzhou: "One grain is to continue to seal your spiritual power, and the other grain can keep you from dying. I advise Master Jian not to spit it out. If you die here, you can die." What a disappointment."

"After all, I haven't played enough yet."

Sheng Zhao threw the handkerchief on the ground, turned around and left with the lampshade in hand.

And Jiang Qianzhou struggled frantically behind him, begging Sheng Zhao not to leave, but watched helplessly as the little light disappeared.

-

Sheng Zhao came out of the confinement room. Except for Jiang Qianzhou, a neurotic who would suddenly go crazy and lock people into the cold pool, no one would come here on weekdays, and he didn't have to be afraid of being discovered.

As soon as he put the lamp into the mustard space, he was summoned by Xie Cong the next moment.

Xie Cong had a headache, and asked Sheng Zhao, who had just rushed over, "It's still more than ten days away, and I'm so fast that I have arrived with wedding invitations."

"You also know how big this matter will be in the end, have you really thought about it?"

Sheng Zhao nodded: "Think about it."

Xie Cong sighed: "All right, all right, if he bullies you, tell us."

It's no wonder that Xie Cong was worried, Jiang Qianzhou and Sheng Zhao were too far apart, one was Du Jie, the other was Jin Dan, if something happened, Sheng Zhao would not even be able to resist.

Sheng Zhao responded: "Okay, but he doesn't dare to bully me, Elder Xie, don't worry."

Xie Cong asked again: "How is your injury? Is it possible to be promoted to Nascent Soul?"

Sheng Zhao sensed it, and he was only a little bit close to breaking the boundary between Jindan and Yuanying, but because the internal injury was not healed, he kept pressing it, and he told Xie Cong about it.

Xie Cong patted Sheng Zhao's shoulder: "Heal your injury first, don't worry."

Sheng Zhao responded, "Then I'm going to play?"

Xie Cong: "Wait! This... you and Jian Zun's Dao Companion Ceremony, what do you have in mind for the arrangement?"

Sheng Zhao shook his head: "I have no idea, didn't he tell you earlier?"

Xie Cong: "I said it, but—"

"Then follow his ideas." Sheng Zhao interrupted, then smiled shyly: "I'll listen to him."

Xie Cong waved his hand tiredly, he looked at Sheng Zhao's leaving back, worried.

Sheng Zhao listened to Jiang Qianzhou's temper in everything, and he was destined to suffer, Xie Cong sighed, and he must watch these two carefully at that time.

Li Hong was leaning on the tree outside the hall, his purple clothes dragging the branches, he was waiting for Sheng Zhao, when Li Hong saw Sheng Zhao hurried to see Xie Cong, he followed behind.

When he saw Sheng Zhao coming out, he waved his hands: "Sheng Zhao!"

Sheng Zhao raised his head and took a look, then also flew on him: "Here we come."

Li Hong: "I saw a lot of powerful people in the sect today, all of whom had wedding invitations from you and Jiang Qianzhou."

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows: "It's quite a big scene."

Lihong: "Then no one will come, just the one who claims to be number one in the previous generation."

Sheng Zhao's eyebrows twitched: "Who?"

Li Hong: "Patriarch Qi is young, Qi Hua."

Sheng Zhao seemed to be hearing this name for the first time. He was a little curious and bored at the same time. He showed some interest and stopped asking: "Oh."

Seeing that he was not very interested, Li Hong also felt bored: "Forget it, let's go have a drink."

"You wait for me here, I'll go get some wine from mine."

Sheng Zhao nodded, watched Li Hong walk away, and then lay down on the branch with half-closed eyes.

At this time, the sun is scorching hot, lying on the tree trunk, hiding in the shade is the most comfortable, he and Li Hong also like to drink like this.

The body is burned by wine, but it is not hot.

At this time, the crowd came from afar, led by a jade-colored figure in a moon-white robe, talking to the people around him in a warm voice while walking, with a gentle smile on his face from the beginning to the end.

He turned his eyes and saw the red clothes on the corner of the tree, and it was only after he walked in that he saw the person on the tree clearly.

The young man was leaning against a tree, his brows were half closed lazily, and the subtle light and shadow hit his delicate face, adding a bit of brilliance to it.

A corner of the red dress hangs down, as red as the youth's lips.

The other party seemed to have noticed his gaze, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced over casually, with a bright color in his eyes, like a flame flickering in the dark, dangerous and yearning, as dazzling as the soul.

That's what he yearns for too.

It's a pity that the young man only glanced at it, and took it back mercilessly.

Qi Hua thought in her heart that there was only one person in the entire Jianzong who liked to wear red clothes, and only one person was so bold as to sleep soundly on the tree in front of the main hall.

That was Sheng Zhao, the Taoist partner of Sword Master Yuan Qing's wedding.

When he just left the customs, he heard Sheng Zhao's reputation as the No. [-] Tianjiao of this generation, and he wanted to see who was so bold at that time.

I never thought about it, it's really stunning.

Qi Hua calmly withdrew her gaze and stepped into the palace gate.

Sheng Zhaojiang pinched his fingertips white to hold back the turbulent emotions. He looked at Qi Hua's back with deep hatred in his eyes.

Long time no see, his ex-fiancé.

-

Sheng Zhao and Li Hong finished drinking, and ran back to Tianshan Drunk, dizzy, and threw his head into Wu Yu's arms.

Wu Yu smelled the alcohol smell all over his body, and frowned: "Why are you drunk?"

Sheng Zhao hugged Wu Yu in a dazed state: "It's all Li Hong's fault, Li Hong bullied me, he tried to trick me."

He hummed: "I just won't tell him."

Wu Yu was amused in his heart, he nodded Sheng Zhao's nose: "Little drunk."

So smart when drunk.

Sheng Zhao left Wu Yu's fragrance in his nose, which made him feel at ease. He couldn't help smelling it, and then buried it in Wu Yu's arms: "But I can tell Master."

Wu Yu hugged him: "Tell me what?"

Sheng Zhao frowned, his voice was vague and aggrieved: "Tell Master, I'm so tired."

Wu Yu was startled: "What?"

Sheng Zhao leaned on him, as if he was taught everything by Wu Yu little by little when he was young, seeking comfort like a baby bird: "Master, I'm so tired."

"But I'm happy."

Sheng Zhao thought, putting on a smile every day and suppressing the hatred in his heart is too tiring.

But seeing his enemy in distress today, he felt extremely happy again.

Wu Yu patted Sheng Zhao's back, lowered his head and kissed the top of the hair of the person in his arms in distress, and sighed softly: "Master knows."

Sheng Zhao murmured softly again: "But Master is right, this is my own choice, and I will stick to it no matter what."

Wu Yu gave a light "um" and slowly listened to Sheng Zhao's confession.

Tears welled up in the corners of Sheng Zhao's eyes, and he was a little helpless: "I don't want to, either, I don't want to anger Master."

After thinking about it in his heart, drunkenness blurred his sanity, Sheng Zhao couldn't help but look for support, and let out all the things that were suffocating in his heart.

Wu Yu denied it: "I'm not angry."

Sheng Zhao was even more at a loss: "You are lying, you don't eat with me anymore, you don't give me spiritual energy every night, and you don't give me the stove. These few days, you don't want to come out to see me. Angry."

Sheng Zhao talked one after another, and beat him up.

Wu Yu pinched the tip of his nose, helplessly: "Didn't you say no?"

Sheng Zhao denied it: "I don't want it, I want it."

"Master can't let me go."

Sheng Zhao seemed to have returned to the previous life before he died. He was about to die of pain, but no one believed him, and all eyes were on him.

In this life, someone pampered and protected him for no reason.

It was Wu Yu who pulled him out of the mud.

Sheng Zhao thought, but he wanted to push the moon away from the horizon, which was within reach. He got his wish, and the moonlight no longer shone on him.

"No." Wu Yu followed Sheng Zhao's black hair and smoothed Sheng Zhao's sensitive thorns: "Master is always here."

Sheng Zhao was lulled to sleep by the gentle force, drunk in the arms of the cold and soft moonlight.

After saying "yes" in a daze, he passed out lightly.

The next day, Sheng Zhao woke up in the warmth. He was slumped in the soft quilt, holding a heating stove in his arms, and the familiar spiritual power surrounded his body.

Sheng Zhao sat up, the taste of hangover soup was still in his mouth.

Strangely, he didn't have that heavy feeling in his heart, he just felt relaxed.

There is no memory of last night in my mind.

Sheng Zhao thought about it and didn't think about it. He could only sit up and wash up. After changing his clothes, he went to look for Wu Yu with the stove in his arms.

Wu Yu flipped through the jade slips under the plum tree.

Sheng Zhao sat aside obediently, and returned the stove to Wu Yu: "Thank you, Master, for sending me back to my room last night."

Wu Yu put the stove aside: "Yes."

Sheng Zhao was silent for a long time, then sounded out to test: "Master, did I say anything nonsense last night?"

Wu Yu hooked her lips lightly: "No, you are very good."

Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Sheng Zhao was silent for a long time, and after a long time of deliberation, he spoke out and told Wu Yu about his imprisonment of Jiang Qianzhou.

Surprise flashed across Wu Yu's eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions, he just said: "I see, just don't kill people."

Sheng Zhao waited for a while, but Wu Yu didn't ask any questions, so he was a little strange: "Master, won't you ask me what I want to do?"

Wu Yu shook her head: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, I have something to ask Master for help. Didn't Master pretend to be a Taoist couple in front of Jiang Qianzhou with me? I think..."

-

What Sheng Zhao mentioned this time was not a lamp, but a night pearl the size of a fist.

Behind him was Wu Yu with a white cloak and jade crown and an indifferent expression.

And Jiang Qianzhou lay unconscious on the shore, the blood in his hand worn to the bone had dried up, and Sheng Zhao sent out a sword energy between his fingers, and swept Jiang Qianzhou into the cold pool.

The icy and stinging spray woke Jiang Qianzhou up. He struggled to get up from the bottom of the pool, and when he looked up, he saw Sheng Zhao who was watching the show.

One day passed, enough to breed hatred in Jiang Qianzhou's heart.

Jiang Qianzhou's face was cold, and he looked at Sheng Zhao without saying a word, but he caught a glimpse of the white robe beside him, it was Wu Yu with an unmoving expression.

He looked at Sheng Zhao in disbelief: "How dare you, how dare you?! You promised to be my Taoist companion, Sheng Zhao!"

Sheng Zhao curled his lips and frowned slightly: "Don't you believe it? Then just watch."

Jiang Qianzhou staggered towards the shore in panic, causing loud and piercing splashes: "I believe, I believe, I believe you, can't you!"

Jiang Qianzhou finally reached the shore, but saw Sheng Zhao turn around and kiss Wu Yu.

There was love and hate in his heart, the pain was unbearable, and he tried his best to break free from the chains, but he could only watch helplessly as his beloved, who was going to become a Taoist couple in ten days, threw himself into the embrace of other men, offering Jiji kissed someone else.

Jiang Qianzhou let out a helpless roar.

Sheng Zhao draped Wu Yu's shoulders, raised his toes slightly, and pressed Wu Yu's lips against Wu Yu's lips. His breath was filled with the cool scent of snow from Wu Yu's body, mixed with the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Sheng Zhao blushed involuntarily.

Wu Yu watched the little bit of powder gradually spread from the corner of Sheng Zhao's eyes to the side of his cheeks, shyly and boldly sticking to his lips, but his skills were unfamiliar.

He can only cling awkwardly, kiss and rub, and he can't even stick out his tongue.

Wu Yu closed his eyes, his body was stiff, he didn't know, his earlobe hidden in his hair was more red than Sheng Zhao's face.

Sheng Zhao wondered why Wu Yu was motionless, and said in a soft voice, "Master, Master, hug me."

This sound was not only heard by Wu Yu who was close at hand, but also by Jiang Qianzhou. He hated it to death, but he could only stare at Wu Yu's bracelet on Jiang Qianzhou's waist that Xiao had been thinking about for some time. .

The waist is thin and soft for a great touch.

However, Wu Yu was driven crazy by the touch on his lips. He finally couldn't hold back the indifference on his face. He raised his hand and clasped the back of Sheng Zhao's neck, rubbed the small back bone, pressed Sheng Zhao's head, and put the Her thin lips pressed against herself.

He stuck out his tongue and stuck it into Sheng Zhao's mouth.

Sheng Zhao froze, he couldn't accept Wu Yu's sudden tearing down of Qing Leng, turning passive into active.

But the mouth was really being stirred by the other party's tongue.

Lingering to death.

The sound of "tsk tsk" water kept ringing, coupled with the soft humming in the nose, the extremely comfortable sound completely stung Jiang Qianzhou's nerves.

He didn't say a word, just pulled on the chain desperately, trying to climb ashore.

Where is his sword? !He wants to take his wife back, take it back—

After Sheng Zhao got used to it, he felt a little distressed that his master could do this for acting.

So cooperate more.

Hearing the crazily sound of chains and splashes behind him, he made a soft "um" on purpose, and leaned back slightly, so that Jiang Qianzhou could clearly see the entangled lips and tongue and the silver wires drawn out by him and Wu Yu.

Sheng Zhao leaned forward again, without any resistance, opened his lips to reveal his softness, and licked between his lips with his tongue.

It seems that Wu Yu can do anything to him.

Wu Yu couldn't help herself, and rubbed Sheng Zhao's neck, back, and waist. Although the force was very light, it was a touch, and it crossed the line.

Sheng Zhao was numb and numb from being rubbed, and when his hand softened, the Ye Mingzhu in his hand fell off and hit the ground, rolling away like a cold pool.

With the light, Jiang Qianzhou saw all their movements clearly. He saw Wu Yu hugging Sheng Zhao, holding Sheng Zhao's thighs with both hands, his veins burst out of patience.

And Sheng Zhao obediently clamped Wu Yu's waist with his legs.