[Quick Travel] Black Moonlight Whitening Plan

There was a sexy and low-pitched chuckle in his ears, with a sense of pampering that Lu Chuan couldn't resist.

Those cool hands pinched Lu Chuan's neck gently, as if he was playing with some beloved pet.

This feeling gave Lu Chuan a chill down his spine. He wanted to turn around to see the face of the person coming, but the other party seemed to have sensed Lu Chuan's intentions and directly put a restraint on Lu Chuan.

The feeling of being a mermaid makes Lu Chuan try his best to struggle, but it is undoubtedly a gnat that shakes the tree.

Under the pressure of absolute strength, the man held the soft flesh of his neck in his mouth, and pressed his slender and powerful legs between his legs, and the two of them were almost tightly stitched together.

broken…

Lu Chuan's forehead was filled with cold sweat: "No matter who you are, it's best to stop in moderation."

Lu Chuan bit the tip of his tongue, trying to clear up his chaotic consciousness.

Using all his spiritual power to break through the shackles, Lu Chuan crushed the talisman left by Jiang Xingyuan.

"Ok?"

The person behind him snorted lazily, the moon outside the window was as red as blood, against the bloody moonlight, Lu Chuan still couldn't see his face clearly.

Or in other words, under the absolute suppression of cultivation, as long as the other party wants to, even if Lu Chuan is face to face with him, he still can't see the other party's facial features clearly.

appearance.

The man's skirt was slightly opened, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Under the moonlight, the strong and beautiful muscle lines are even more coquettish, captivating and seductive.

But Lu Chuan didn't have any intention to appreciate it at the moment. When he came back from cultivation, it was true that there was a full moon outside, but when did it become a blood moon?

Either, it was a vision from heaven, or...

Lu Chuan swallowed, and his whole body was in a state of extreme vigilance.

The remaining possibility... is what the elders said a while ago.

The blood moon covers the sky, and the demon descends into the world.

Absorb the resentment of heaven and earth, be born in the land of the underworld, breathe out the stagnant water of the Styx River, and forge an immortal body.

The gods have long been annihilated and declined in the eternal river for tens of thousands of years. After the battle between gods and demons, the demons and gods fought to the death and died together in the end.

According to the dictation of Emperor Qingxuan, the only remaining one who witnessed the battle between gods and demons, Shen Luochuan, who is in charge of time, mobilized his own endless lifespan to die with the demon Jialou.

Jialou blew up the karmic fire in his body, causing the Styx River to pour back, the world was submerged, the emperor fell, and the purple emblem star dimmed and almost disappeared.

The dragon veins of the human world were destroyed, causing chaos in one world and shaking the other worlds.

The demon king was accidentally tainted with karma and calamity fire and was burned alive. The underworld and the human world were flooded and connected with each other due to the backflow of the Styx River, and all ghosts fled to cause disaster. For a while, the whole world fell into unprecedented chaos.

The fire of karma and calamity was born from under the eighteen layers of hell. It is the fire of the abyss, and it cannot be extinguished without the blood of the gods.

Luochuan couldn't bear the flickering of mortals, and tried his best to block the fire of karma with the body of a god. The river Styx where the blood of the gods was located retreated, everything in the world gradually recovered, and people with unexpired lifespans also began to gradually wake up.

Since then, there have been no more gods and demons in this world. After tens of thousands of years, everyone has forgotten this catastrophe. Only Emperor Qingxuan, who was still the youngest son, remembers it until now and will never forget it.

At first, when Lu Chuan heard about this past, he only felt a tearing pain in his brain, and his chest was so stuffy that he almost wanted to suffocate.

Now, Lu Chuan has no time to worry about these things.

He looked at the guy who couldn't see his face clearly, the absolute suppression on the level made him have to cheer up.

Zongmen would not arrange such an important occasion as the Immortal Ceremony near a vision from the sky or an unlucky day, so this cannot be an accidental vision from the sky.

"You are... a demon."

Lu Chuan's tone was calm, but his trembling hands still exposed his heart.

Too weak, he's still too weak.

The person on the opposite side moved slightly, and he came to Lu Chuan in an instant. The two were very close, but Lu Chuan still couldn't see his face.Forehead against forehead, Lu Chuan could even feel the man's breath.

"Thousands of years, Chuan'er...you have changed a lot."

The other party had no killing intent, and the feeling when looking at him was filled with countless complex and strong emotions.

For some reason, Lu Chuan felt a little unhappy.

He raised his eyes and fixedly stared at the man who was nearly a head taller than him with that glamorous face.

"My name is Lu Chuan, and I'm not the Chuan'er you mentioned. Why did you change this?"

The man was slightly taken aback, and then he laughed softly.

He pinched Lu Chuan's chin with one hand, then wrapped his arms around his waist and pushed him onto the bed behind him, pushing him up.

The lips were kissed fiercely, and what greeted Lu Chuan was the entanglement of lips and teeth raging like a storm.

That kind of emotion made Lu Chuan almost breathless.

What exactly does he want to express, what does he want to see from him, and what to remember?

Is he the carrier of someone?

Anger, despair, and bone-piercing regret, these emotions crazily smashed into Lu Chuan's consciousness, forcing Lu Chuan to struggle desperately, and finally kicked the man on top of him hard.

"You are Garou."

There was a storm in Lu Chuan's eyes. Why did the Heavenly Demon that should have been annihilated tens of thousands of years ago appear here?

Thinking back to what he said about Chuan'er just now, did he mistook him for the time god Luochuan?

"I'm not Luochuan, I'm Luchuan."

Did not get the man's answer, Lu Chuan answered by himself, his eyes were clear and stubborn.

Jialou chuckled, and there was a loose smile in his purple eyes. The crazy possessiveness and the feeling of finding and finding were hidden under his pupils. He wiped Lu Chuan's swollen lips from his own kiss with his fingers.

"Whether it's Luochuan or Luchuan, they all belong to the deity."

It's your uncle!

Lu Chuan glared at Jialou, but because of his suppressed cultivation, he couldn't move, so he could only lie limp in his arms, allowing him to rub his lips.

"Swearing? After so long, it's getting sharper and sharper. It's not good."

A bloody murderous look flashed across Jialou's eyes, he lowered his head, and his sharp teeth were directly on Lu Chuan's Adam's apple.

The vigorous sucking made Lu Chuan instinctively raise his neck, and his whole body pressed against Jialou, but it had no effect.

Jialou's eyes were tightly locked on Lu Chuan's neck, the red hickey mixed with teeth marks was extremely dark in color, like winter plums on the fair neck, glamorous and ambiguous.

The blood color outside the window gradually faded, and Jialou's eyes flashed a cold and hostile look, faintly carrying a monstrous hatred.

He rolled up a strand of Lu Chuan's loose hair and played with his fingertips: "It's not the time yet."

Lu Chuan was almost vomited blood by the sudden breath, this was Jia Lou's warning.

"Since you have been imprinted by this deity, you have no way out. If I find out that you have acted with others that you shouldn't have, the day when I return to the god position will be the time when the Six Realms will be buried with me."

Lu Chuan was filled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

What a fucking second grader, but this guy can really do it.

Back then, he almost destroyed the Six Realms by himself. If he was really resurrected, what would happen? !

With a smile in Jialou's eyes, he kissed Lu Chuan's lips fondly this time: "Since you understand, don't do anything to betray the deity."

The blood moon faded completely, and Lu Chuan still sat on the bed for a long time unable to regain his senses.

The constant humming of cicadas outside the window is already a peaceful and peaceful appearance on weekdays, but the bright red hickey and pain on her Adam's apple reminded herself that all this was not a dream.

He was raped by the demon Jialou thousands of years ago, and almost lost his virginity.

Lu Chuan stayed up all night, and when it was bright outside, Lu Chuan struggled to sit up from the bed.

Picking up a water mirror, Lu Chuan looked at the big strawberry on his neck, which was comparable to a Big Mac, and only felt that one head and two were bigger.

Why the fuck are you going out today?

What do the martial brothers think of him? !

Not only did Lu Chuan feel sad, he turned the wardrobe upside down and found the inner lining of the high collar.

After carefully fastening the button, Lu Chuan repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, and then left the bedroom with the sword.

Lu Suisui didn't see Lu Chuan for a long time, so he rushed up the mountain to look for him, but saw Lu Chuan walking out of the bedroom slowly, his footsteps were weak.

"What's going on? Could it be that he was injured during sword practice?"

Lu Suisui looked concerned, but Lu Chuan's expression froze.

He shook his head unnaturally: "No, I was too excited after practicing the sword last night, and I couldn't rest in meditation all night."

Lu Suisui rolled his eyes: "With your talent, you probably won't be able to eat four dishes in your lifetime, and you have to prepare a plastic bag for every meal."

Although he said he was disgusted, his hand unconsciously reached into his spirit ring and took out a lot of pills.

"Here, eat something to refresh yourself and restore some energy."

"It's better every year." Lu Chuan took the pill with a smile and threw it directly into his mouth.

The two of them rode their swords all the way to the main peak. Today is the last training camp for the Xianmen Grand Ceremony. After the training camp, they will be preparing for the battle.

Lu Chuantian capital is extremely intelligent, and he seems to be making jokes on weekdays, but his foundation is still there. Coupled with his recent hard work, his cultivation base is like riding a rocket.

"Tomorrow's Immortal Sect Grand Ceremony, disciples from various sects will come to discuss immortal techniques and exchange experiences. I hope that the younger generation of disciples can also win glory for the sect and shine."

The head of the sect was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, solemn and majestic. He looked down at Wu Yaya's disciples, and he already had some plans in mind.

Lu Chuan is the disciple of Master Yuanchen, and he is also the most promising person to win the championship in this grand ceremony. Such a seedling must be cultivated well.

"Today, you will fight in twos to test your skills. Remember to stop. If someone intentionally hurts someone and delays the game, he will be expelled from the division. We will not tolerate those who do anything for the sake of the game and have narrow minds!"

Lu Chuan was in a daze the whole time, until he was in line and Lu Suisui kicked himself, and he managed to recover.

"It's your turn, hurry up."

Lu Chuan was holding the sword, but the sword was not out of its sheath. He looked at the young junior on the opposite side, and said in a low voice, "I've offended you."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Chuan rushed out like an arrow flying off the string.

Lu Chuan had something hidden in his heart, although the sword technique was precise, there were still loopholes, obviously due to his lack of concentration.

Jiang Xingyuan looked at Lu Chuan from under the high platform, frowning deeply.

Today's Lu Chuan seemed to be wandering in the sky, and he was never serious at all.

Looking at the sun behind his junior brother, Lu Chuan unexpectedly remembered the blood moon last night, and his sword posture froze slightly, revealing flaws.

Seeing this, the junior brother repeatedly used his scabbard to open Lu Chuan's collar, and then saluted slightly.

"Thank you, brother, for letting me go."

Lu Chuan was about to wave his hands to greet him, but a terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from the high platform in the distance.

The condensed chill made Lu Chuan shiver, and when he raised his eyes, he just met Jiang Xingyuan's eyes curled with overwhelming anger.

Lowering his head, Lu Chuan felt his heart skip a beat when he saw a large strawberry print after he let go of his collar.

Grass, something big happened.