After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

The meeting between the good and the evil is held at the boundary between the two sides. Leaving aside the undercurrents of the undercurrents and the filth under the two sides, on the surface, there is harmony between the demons and the decent monks.

In contrast, the participating demons, human cultivators, or demon cultivators who escaped to the demon realm without dying after being enchanted have to sign a contract - within three days of the meeting, as long as they enter the city, they are not allowed to attack any party without authorization.

On the other hand, the century-old meeting is also a rare prosperity between the two worlds.

Human cultivators will basically come to participate, major sects will also send many disciples, and some casual cultivators will also come to join in the fun. Naturally, the demons are almost the same.

In order to entertain guests, the cities in the border areas will also be renovated with great fanfare, as a landlord.

Sheng Zhao came early, he bought a small house while there were not many people there, and stayed here leisurely until the night before the meeting.

At this time, the border area has become lively.

And tomorrow the demons will be allowed to enter the territory, and taking advantage of the fact that they are all their own people tonight, the human cultivator will hold a carnival.

Now there are lanterns and festoons everywhere, brightly lit.

Sheng Zhao had enough rest, so he decided to join in the fun.

It is very cold in the border area, and it will snow at night.

Sheng Zhao wore that oversized white velvet crane cloak, and in order not to be obtrusive, he wore a rare white dress underneath.

The white clothes that almost dragged the floor were very thin, because the crane cloak was already warm enough.

The jade belt that binds the hair is red, falling down and being rolled up by the wind.

Another oil-paper umbrella was held up to keep out the snow.

Sheng Zhao walked among the crowd with a calm expression and looked around without a smile. Because he was holding an umbrella, people who passed by would avoid him.

On the contrary, Sheng Zhao was isolated from the crowd.

He walked for a while, saw the pastry shop, but did not see the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and reluctantly bought a string of candied haws.

Silky.

Sheng Zhao took a bite, sticky sugar sticking to his mouth, he was so soured by the hawthorn, he licked his lower lip and only tasted the cold sweetness.

Disgustedly threw it away.

He was standing in a place with few people and there were few stars, Sheng Zhao suddenly felt very boring and felt a little uncomfortable.

Turning around, I wanted to go back home.

Suddenly, there was a movement behind him, which was directed at Sheng Zhao. His eyes turned sideways slightly coldly, and he grasped the hilt of his sword.

The moment before You Yan was pulled out, Sheng Zhao subconsciously paused.

Because he noticed that the man seemed to have no malicious intentions.

Then Sheng Zhao was staggered and almost fell to the ground.

When Li Hong rushed over, he even shouted in surprise: "Little brother!"

Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: "Get out."

Li Hong, who didn't know how much he weighed, coughed twice, let go of his hands and fell to the ground, and laughed again: "Long time no see, long time no see! When I saw you just now, I didn't dare to recognize you, you were all white."

"It took a few more glances before I dared to come over."

Sheng Zhao: "It's not like you didn't dare just now."

Li Hong spread his hands: "It's because you are not stable, what are you blaming senior brother for?"

Sheng Zhao: "..."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Li Hong took Sheng Zhao's shoulder and said enviously: "How are you doing these days, have fun outside."

Sheng Zhao said "hmm", "It's okay."

Li Hong had a bitter face: "I'm afraid you don't know, I was trained by my master every day in Jianzong, and he was so devastated that he vented his anger on me."

Sheng Zhao looked at Li Hong strangely: "But you were often scolded by Elder Xie before."

Li Hong pretended to be stupid: "Is there such a thing?"

Li Hong patted his chest, and the purple clothes became looser: "Let's go, senior brother will take you to drink."

Sheng Zhao had no choice but to put away his umbrella and follow him. He smiled faintly: "Why is Elder Xie so devastated?"

Li Hong hesitated for a moment, and said vaguely: "Well...something happened after you left."

"What's the matter?" Sheng Zhao knew it well, but he still couldn't help asking, not for anything else, just for confirmation.

"Jiang Qianzhou was abolished." Li Hong could only tell the truth: "Many people think that this matter has something to do with you. Although I think he is not good enough, there are quite a few people who follow the title of Yuan Qing."

"That's why some people have thought about you." Li Hong frowned when he said this.

Sheng Zhao thought in his heart that it was indeed the case, and he smiled indifferently. Since he chose this path, he was ready to be criticized by thousands of people and betrayed by others.

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "For example."

"Many people are putting pressure on my master, trying to find you through your life card, and press you back to deal with it." Li Hong patted Sheng Zhao on the shoulder: "Little brother, it's okay, I believe this matter is related to you." Nothing to do."

"Whether it's Jiang Qianzhou or Qi Hua."

"It's not just me, many brothers also believe in you."

Sheng Zhao didn't speak.

Li Hong glanced at him, and said cheerfully, "You laugh so ugly."

Sheng Zhao restrained his smile, stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Li Hong, what if I say I did it?"

Li Hong stretched his body and smiled: "So what, you are my junior brother, and they are not. Besides, if you want to embrace a beautiful woman, how can you do it without giving something?"

Li Hong stepped into the winery and pulled Sheng Zhao in: "They have nothing to do, so it's none of your business."

He lifted Sheng Zhao's chin: "With this face, they are also worthy of the Chinese cabbage I raised."

Sheng Zhao: "..."

He broke away from Li Hong's hand, walked a few steps quickly, and left him behind, seemingly disgusted, but there was a smile in his eyes, which was very shallow, but it was there after all.

The aroma of the wine in the winery was strong, and many people were drunk, and the voices were noisy. Sheng Zhao walked into the crowd, pulled past the shopkeeper who was wandering around holding the jug, and asked, "Is there any sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

The shopkeeper said slowly, "Yes, how much do you want...?"

Sheng Zhao wondered if the other party could remember his words in this state: "Come over to a few jars first, serve some vegetables and food, and then buy the courtyard building behind you for one night."

Hearing that Sheng Zhao made such a generous move, the shopkeeper was a little sober from the wine, responded repeatedly, and called someone to show Sheng Zhao the way.

Li Hong squeezed forward at this moment, with a hesitant expression on his face: "Junior brother, brother... money is a little tight recently."

"No, you were cheated before the meeting even started—" Sheng Zhao changed his words: "Is it all spent?"

He knew Li Hong's character, and as long as he was interested, he would buy it without blinking an eye. In addition, it was the first time he participated in the meeting, and he suddenly saw a lot of new things, so he must have spent a lot of money.

It's just that it's too fast.

Li Hong thought of something, then relaxed again: "It's nothing, brother, I still have some left."

"Just do it."

They entered one of the courtyard buildings in the winery, cleared the place, and only the two of them were left, waiting for the wine and food to be served one after another.

Sheng Zhao and Li Hong started drinking.

Sheng Zhao held it back for a long time, and he couldn't wait to vent his anger. He drank silently, and got completely drunk.

So much so that he ignored the fact that Li Hong on the opposite side only took a few sips restrainedly, and then slowly looked at Sheng Zhaoyin with his face propped up, lazily dressed in purple.

Say something from time to time.

What Li Hong said, Sheng Zhao could no longer hear clearly, he vaguely saw Li Hong opened his hand and waved in front of him.

Sheng Zhao turned positive: "Five."

Li Hong looked at a finger he stretched out, then at the solemn Sheng Zhao, and concluded: "You are drunk."

Sheng Zhao shook his head: "I'm not drunk."

Li Hong moved the white jade hanging on his waist, got up and waited quietly at the door.

Li Hong didn't have to wait long before the other party came.

He leaned over and cupped his hands: "Immortal Venerable."

Wu Yu came in a hurry, carrying a snowstorm into the room full of wine.

Li Hong sold his junior brother, felt a little guilty, and asked aloud: "Why didn't the immortal come to see Sheng Zhao himself, and asked me to get my junior brother drunk?"

Wu Yu's indifferent face was a little dazed, he looked at Sheng Zhao who was lying on the table for a long time, and then said: "Because he doesn't want to see me."

After all, he used his spiritual energy to put the mustard balls into Li Hong's hands, which contained a lot of spiritual stones.

While making this transaction that was not only shameful, but also very inconsistent with his usual style, Wu Yu's expression was still cold: "You can go."

During the days when Sheng Zhao left, Li Hong also saw many things. He knew that even if the Immortal Venerable was really angry, he would not attack Sheng Zhao.

He also thought that he was helping the master and apprentice who had a rift to repair the relationship, and he, who was always shameless, felt relieved to accept that.

Li Hong said "yes", he glanced at Sheng Zhao, sighed slightly, flew in the air, and left the winery.

Wu Yu closed the door, and he locked the smell of wine and the dim warm light in the room.

Sheng Zhao half-lyed on the table, propped his forehead, and swirled the liquid in the glass. He heard something, but he didn't want to pay attention to it.

The drunken mind can't fit any more unnecessary things, and even forgets a lot of things. The things that have been suppressed for a long time are all taken away by the wine, which is a rare relaxation and indulgence.

When the cold snow fragrance approached, Sheng Zhao opened his eyes drunkenly and saw a vague but familiar shadow.

very nice.

Wu Yu squatted down to untie the tie of the crane cloak that Sheng Zhao was wearing.

With the stove burning and drinking hot wine, Sheng Zhao had long been covered with a thin layer of sweat, his eyelids were wet and half-closed, he was so hot that he almost shrank into the crane cloak, and the white down covered his little half. face,

It looks thin and delicate.

Sheng Zhao grasped Wu Yu's fingertips, and his strength was limp because of drunkenness, so he refused to let Wu Yu untie it.

He opened his mouth, and every word he said smelled like wine: "Mine, don't, move..."

Wu Yu closed her eyes, her hair was stained with a thin layer of red, and she responded softly, with a bit of a smile: "Well, yours."

Facing Sheng Zhao who refused to take off his clothes, he thought for a while, and then said: "If you don't take off, you will be stained by alcohol."

Sheng Zhao frowned: "No."

There was a slight smile in Wu Yu's eyes: "Take it off first, put it aside, I won't take it away."

Sheng Zhao thought hard, and lowered his eyelids unhappily: "That's good."

Wu Yu took off the crane cloak for the reluctant Sheng Zhao, and took off his own one, stacking the two and putting them aside.

In the blink of an eye, it was Sheng Zhao leaning over while leaning on the table.

Sheng Zhao is no longer hot, he can't settle down once he feels comfortable, and he thinks more, he has to explore everything clearly.

But because the person opposite was so familiar, Sheng Zhao couldn't produce the sharp hostility engraved in his bones.

He just pressed the opponent's chest in a pretentious manner, and grabbed Wu Yu's neckline with his white and tender fingers.

Sheng Zhao's face flushed by alcohol became more and more beautiful, the tails of his eyes were raised, and he half-closed his eyes, he approached boldly: "You take off my clothes as soon as you come in, what do you want to do to me?"

With just a slight movement of his fingers, Wu Yu could push away the apprentice who not only did not recognize him, but also forced him to question him.

But he didn't do anything, he just lowered his indifferent eyes and calmly looked at Sheng Zhao who was about to put his upper body into his arms.

Sheng Zhao snorted, "Don't talk?"

It seems that because the other party didn't do anything, he became more daring.

Sheng Zhao half-kneeled up, put one hand on Wu Yu's shoulder, and touched Wu Yu's face with the other hand, followed the arc little by little with his fingertips, opened his eyes wide, trying to see and feel the person opposite him clearly who is it.

But the shaking in front of my eyes was too strong, and there were many shadows.

He met Wu Yu's cold eyebrows and straight nose, Sheng Zhao's round fingertips soaked up the faint body temperature, and Wu Yu's breath exhaled heavier and heavier in the palm of his hand.

But Wu Yu still didn't do anything, he just allowed Sheng Zhao to "offend" and touch softly.

Like a good master who is reluctant to scold his apprentice, and like a gentleman, he is not touched in the slightest.

Wu Yu looked at Sheng Zhao indifferently, and tolerantly accepted all of Sheng Zhao's nonsense.

Sheng Zhao tilted his head, and murmured in confusion, "So familiar, yet... so strange."

Strange because it was the first time he touched Wu Yu like this.

Sheng Zhao was very persistent. He touched Wu Yu's face with both hands. During his movements, he lifted the hair next to Wu Yu's ear and inserted his fingers into the hair.

Then, as if he had discovered something, he leaned over to observe in surprise, and said with a smile, "Hey, your ears are so red."

Wu Yu's exposed hair was so red that the roots of his ears were about to bleed, he was lifted up by Sheng Zhao like this, exposing the embarrassment he tried so hard to cover up.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he held Sheng Zhao's wrist restraintly, his voice was soft and a little hoarse: "You are drunk."

Sheng Zhao only looked at Wu Yu's ear, then at Wu Yu's face, and called out tentatively, "Master?"

Wu Yu said "hmm".

Sheng Zhao's eyebrows and eyes curled up, obviously happy, and he dragged his voice stickyly: "Master."

Wu Yu: "Yes."

Sheng Zhao put down his hands that were caressing Wu Yu's face, he opened his arms, hugged Wu Yu, buried himself in the fragrance of snow in his arms, and rubbed his face against Wu Yu's collar that had been torn apart by him before, revealing a small patch of bare skin.

Ask in a low voice: "Is it the real Master?"

Wu Yu nodded: "It's true."

Sheng Zhao laughed: "It's not a dream."

He said softly, "Master, I miss you so much."

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Master... misses you too."

After he finished speaking, he sighed lightly.

Sheng Zhao's eyes were red again, his eyelids became moist, and he complained incoherently: "There are many people bullying me."

"Master promised to take me home, but he didn't. You lied to me. Master is a liar."

Wu Yu didn't get angry when he was beaten up, but asked first: "Then did you bully him back?"

Sheng Zhao nodded proudly: "The bully has gone back!"

Wu Yu rubbed Sheng Zhao's hair in relief: "I didn't lie to you, Sheng Zhao."

"I'm just waiting." Wu Yu said, "When you're bullied and go back, then you're willing to go home with me."

Sheng Zhao said "hmm" with some displeasure, and begged in a low voice, "Then Master, wait for me a little longer."

"quickly."

"Don't abandon me." Sheng Zhao said this in a very soft voice.

Wu Yu still heard it, and he replied reassuringly: "No."

He has been waiting.