[Quick Travel] Black Moonlight Whitening Plan

Chapter 129 White Cut Black Crazy Criticizes the Demon Lord's Beautiful, Strong and Lazy Appren

Lu Chuan was slammed back on the bed, and the chain on his feet rattled.

He looked at the man with purple eyes in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

so similar.

Now Jiang Xingyuan and Jialou have exactly the same face, even the same temperament.

There is viciousness running in the blood, the paranoia of wanting to get it at all costs...

If it weren't for the difference in eye color, Lu Chuan would not even be able to tell who they were.

"You are hurt?"

Seeing the blood flowing down from Jialou's arm, Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed, and he gently held Jialou's arm, with a tone of reproach.

"How could you be so careless..."

After saying the words, Lu Chuan suddenly gave a sudden pause.

Why did he say that just now?That kind of natural anger and familiarity shouldn't belong to him.

Jia Lou's eyes were wild, he looked at Lu Chuan, stretched out his arms that were still dripping blood, and gently stroked his cheek: "You can still feel sorry for others? I thought you had no heart at all."

"Did you know me before?"

Lu Chuan's tone was almost certain. The Wheel of Time he saw in the dream, the halo on the golden core, including Garou's attitude towards him, all pointed to the battle between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago.

How could he, a mere disciple of the Dzogchen Foundation Establishment Stage, be targeted by the Heavenly Demon?

Jialou didn't answer, just leaned over and licked off the blood stained on Lu Chuan's face, and then said intriguingly: "Who knows."

"My cultivation base is just a golden core, and when I met you, I was just a great foundation. You are a majestic demon, and you live the same life as the heaven and the earth, so why bother with me? I will definitely let you have a plan."

Lu Chuan's analysis was very calm, but he couldn't figure out what value he had.

Is it just because he looks like Luochuan?

Thinking of it this way, Lu Chuan's heart was filled with panic.

Jia Lou squeezed Lu Chuan's shoulder and pushed gently, Lu Chuan instantly fell on the bed, unable to move a single finger.

"You're right, you did have something for me."

Pulling off Lu Chuan's clothes, Jia Lou looked at the darker and darker hickey marks on Lu Chuan's body, and interest flashed across his eyes: "My seat, I want to draw a picture of your body." Picture his body...

Lu Chuan sneered, and the original light in his eyes gradually faded.

"I'm not Luochuan, what's the point of you drawing my body? Do you think we have similarities?"

Jialou's hand was lightly stuffed into Lu Chuan's mouth, and his fingers were messing with Lu Chuan's pink tongue, stopping all his subsequent words.

"You keep saying that you are not Luochuan, how do you know that you are not? It is true that he fell together with me tens of thousands of years ago, but now that I am reshaping the body and soul, why not him?"

Lu Chuan was speechless by Jialou's words.

Indeed, Jialou's burning soul, the body of the demon who blew himself up, is now standing in front of him, so why is it impossible for Luochuan to be resurrected.

But he is Luchuan, not a substitute for anyone, he is unique.

Even if he was really Luochuan once, he is still Luchuan now.

"I know what you're thinking. Luochuan's temperament is soft and stubborn. Compared with your sharp little claws and your quick-wittedness, it's really quite different."

Jialou let go of his hand, watching his slender fingers dripping with water, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

He leaned over and kissed Lu Chuan's lips, and it seemed that something had entered Lu Chuan's mouth while the lips and tongue were intertwined.

Holding Lu Chuan in his arms, Jia Lou said in a lazy and seductive voice, "You little liar, you've always been so sober. But it's useless, since you reappeared in front of me, there is no reason to leave again."

Lu Chuan paused, he moved his fingers, and suddenly found that the restraint on his body had been lifted.

"You heard my heart at that time?"

"Do you think I can't hear what you're thinking if you close your consciousness? If I break your consciousness with a mere golden core, I'm afraid that your consciousness will be broken and you will become a living dead."

After Lu Chuan listened, cold sweat broke out immediately.

"Then how did you get hurt? There are still people in this world who can hurt you?"

There was a gleam of coldness in Jialou's eyes. He looked at his arm with purple blood, and his smile was bloody.

"It's still too weak now, there are still a few days, and it will be soon."

Lu Chuan couldn't understand what Jialou was talking about, but his heart was covered with a heavy stone of gloomy and oppressive for no reason.

If Jialou really wants to do something, no one in this world can stop him.

At that time, whether the life will be ruined or the six worlds will be destroyed once, it will be just a thought of him.

Back then, gods and demons perished together. There should be no more gods and demons in this world, but now there is such a variable as Jialou.

No one would have thought that the Heavenly Demon who burned his body and blew up his original soul tens of thousands of years ago would have a chance to be reborn.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Jialou played with Lu Chuan's long hair, and rested his chin on the top of Lu Chuan's head: "Don't worry, you will know soon. Don't worry, what I have to do is far more simple than you imagine."

From an angle that Luchuan could not see, Jialou's eyes were filled with scarlet killing intent.

Like the fire of karma under the abyss of hell, burning the neighing and painful soul, immortal, unable to break free.

Lu Chuan's heart began to beat wildly, he couldn't predict what Jialou was going to do, he couldn't even step out of this room, let alone stop it.

Closing his eyes, Lu Chuan gave up struggling.

"There is dew in the second drawer beside the bed. I don't know if it will be useful to the demons. You can try it."

Jialou looked at his wound that was still bleeding, and pinched Lu Chuan's chin in his arms to force him to raise his head and look at her.

Lu Chuan was wrapped in his arms, and he looked up at him with some discomfort.

Lu Chuan was completely controlled by him in this posture, which greatly satisfied Jialou's desire for control.

"Chuan'er is caring about me?"

Lu Chuan felt awkward: "You don't have to put it on, the dew is not easy to make, so you can save it for me if you don't apply it."

"The elixir that you cultivators make with spiritual energy is useless to me, so keep it for yourself." A smile flashed across Jialou's eyes: "It's hard for you to have a heart."

Lu Chuan would not have imagined that when the two of them cuddled together like this, outside the dormitory where they were heavily restricted, there would be a sea of ​​blood strewn with corpses.

Lu Suisui looked at the extremely bloody scene in front of him, his face turned pale.

She recalled the scene she saw when she met Jiang Xingyuan on the top of the mountain that day.

It turned out that it was not the mortal world at all, but the future Lingyun Sword Sect!

He had known for a long time that he would have a day when he would become enchanted, and he had even seen the future!

The master has now become a demon, and bloodbathed all the sects.

But even though the various sects tried their best, they still couldn't kill Jiang Xingyuan.

They cut off the soul body of Jiang Xingyuan's right arm. If the soul is broken, the wound will never heal, and Jiang Xingyuan's right arm can no longer be used.

Master, what has he experienced?Why did he fall into a demon in just a few days?

Lu Suisui really wanted to ask Jiang Xingyuan, but no one could give her an answer now.

Lu Chuan disappeared, and Jiang Xingyuan also disappeared after bloodbathing all the sects.

What can she do now?

Persuading Master to return astray?That's just nonsense.

Since he has already chosen that path, there must be a reason why he must embark on that path, how could he change his mind because of her few words?

Lu Suisui looked at the blood flowing from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. The emerald green trees were stained with a strong smell of blood. The crows hovered over Qinghuang Mountain, their crows piercing the coldness for no reason.

So that day, when Master asked her those questions, what kind of mood was it?

Lu Chuan was held in Jialou's arms, and the man played with the chain on his ankle, the satisfaction and possessiveness in his eyes were clearly revealed. "If you are bored, sleep for a while, and I will leave after a while."

Let's go!

Lu Chuan cursed in his heart, then closed his eyes and curled up in Jialou's arms and fell asleep with peace of mind.

As he expected, he entered the dream again.

This time, the Chrono Wheel is no longer standing still.

The halos on both sides began to move slowly. This force was mysterious and strong, and Lu Chuan could only watch from a distance.

The voice in his ear became more and more clear, and he could already vaguely hear it.

"The power of the wheel of time and space is far more than time. You must remember that although you are in charge of the world, you must not tamper with time. Everyone has their own destiny in the dark. If you tamper with other people's time without authorization, the butterfly effect will trigger Countless hidden dangers."

Lu Chuan frowned when he heard that, he looked at the legendary ancient artifact in front of him, but he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

It's like an old friend for many years, but it's depressing and uncomfortable.

Perhaps, not yet.

There are still some things he can't know now.

Wait a little longer, we must find out the truth.

Who is he and what is his relationship with Jialou? He must investigate to find out.

Jialou stood on the top of Qinghuang Mountain, looking out at the mountain of corpses piled up with blood flowing into rivers, this is the purgatory on earth he created by himself.

"Why, will Heavenly Demon regret it?"

A cold and steady voice came from not far away, and Jialou turned around slowly, with no surprise on his face.

The young man's face was delicate and unruly, with a loose smile on his face, holding a sword in his arms, he was looking at Jialou not far away.

"You are here, so it seems that the old thing is nothing more than that."

The young man sneered: "Took half of my heart, so I have nothing to fear."

"Now that you can physically come here, it won't be long before that old thing comes over."

"Lu Chuanni? He probably doesn't know anything now."

Jialou's tone was light, but with invisible coercion: "He will know when the right time comes."

The young man said lazily, "Don't worry, with so many worlds, he is no longer Luochuan. You can trust him again."

"I won't gamble with him anymore." Jialou Zihong's pupils were filled with a thick bloody smell: "The most urgent task now is to reshape the body and soul, and then get back the half of your heart."

During the conversation between the two, no one thought that Lu Chuan broke the restriction and ran away.

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