Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"go out."

"I'm right, why should I admit it?"

Pu Huaijin spoke unhurriedly.

Pei Muzhi was originally full of anger, but when he saw his fearless appearance, he suppressed it again.

He shifted his gaze, looked at the heavy iron chain hanging on Pu Huaijin's wrist, and proposed a condition: "As long as you ask me, I will open this chain, how about it?"

I thought this condition was already very attractive, but Pu Huaijin didn't expect Pu Huaijin to dismiss it at all, and simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

Seeing this, Pei Muzhi felt irritated for no reason, and pulled the iron chain with one hand. Under the pull of his arm, Pu Huaijin threw himself into the opponent's arms.

Immediately, his jaw was pinched, and Pei Muzhi threatened viciously: "You'd better go down if I give you the steps."

Pu Huaijin looked back at him without fear.

The two of them refused to give in, and they confronted each other for a long time.

In the end, it was Pei Muzhi who was defeated first, his teeth were almost gritted: "You are noble, you are capable, I want to see how long you can be stubborn."

After finishing speaking, the chain on his hand was loosened, he retreated to the side of the bed, waved his sleeves and left very displeased.

When the people left, Pu Huaijin's expression relaxed a little, without wrinkling, and there was a burning pain from the skin being cut on his wrist.

The iron chain was changed by Pei Muzhi at will, the texture is rough, uneven, and the end of the side facing the wrist still exposed the iron hook. When Pei Muzhi pulled it just now, the hook embedded into the skin and pulled out a long blood mark. Now the blood It is oozing out along the chain.

The chain is blocked and can't be dealt with.

Pu Huaijin had no choice but to put her hand down.

Pei Muzhi left Chenghuan Palace with cold eyes, obviously he was angered by the person inside again.

The demon cultivator who was guarding outside couldn't help sighing, and the only one who dared to provoke the honorable seat several times was probably only Huaqing immortal.

Back in the bedroom, Pei Muzhi was still angry at Pu Huaijin's ignorance, the door was pushed open suddenly, Le Xian walked in in white, put a freshly warmed pot of Lantingzui on the table, and turned over a cup , Pour wine into it.

"Didn't your honor go to the Chenghuan Hall, why are you unhappy when you come back?"

Pei Muzhi narrowed his eyes, watching Yue Xian consciously fiddled with the things in his bedroom, as naturally as in his own room: "Who allowed you to come in?"

Yue Xian's hand holding the teapot froze, pretending to be calm: "If you have something to report, come uninvited, Your Honor will not blame you."

As soon as the words fell, the body was thrown away by a huge force, the throat was tightly strangled, and the feet were lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air.

The air became thinner, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate. Le Xian's face was already flushed, and he began to struggle desperately.

Pei Muzhi looked at the ants trying to escape from him, his eyes showed no pity.

"Have you ever said, don't provoke him?"

Yuexian wanted to break away the hand holding his throat, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, so he could only speak with difficulty: "What are you talking about, Le, Yuexian doesn't understand."

Pei Muzhi sneered: "Qinglan has followed me for many years, and I can't understand his nature very well. He is cruel and cruel, but the only good thing is that he obeys me."

Seeing that Yue Xian was already unconsciously rolling his eyes, and was about to die of suffocation, Pei Muzhi let go of his hand.

Music string fell to the ground, limp all over, desperately sucking in the hard-won air.

"If you don't want to see what other tricks Weiyan has, you don't even have the qualifications to appear in front of this seat and talk to this seat."

Pei Muzhi sat on the seat, raised one leg, and stared darkly: "I don't want to care about any disputes between you and Pu Huaijin, but if there is another time, I will dig out your heart and feed it to the dogs." .”

The strings trembled, and the brain that had been chaotic due to lack of oxygen just now became sober after being frightened.

"roll."

The person in the seat looked gloomy and spit out a word.

Le Xian hurriedly got up, lowered her head and hurriedly exited the bedroom.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his heart was still pounding, and he was still in shock. If he didn't want to keep him in control of the ghost king's movements, he might really die in Pei Muzhi's hands today.

Taking a long breath, Yue Xian recalled what he said just now, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched a hint of sarcasm.

If it wasn't for Qinglan's hatred for Pu Huaijin, how could she be so easily provoked by him?

The blame can only be blamed on Pu Huaijin herself, within the Six Realms, there are too many enemies.

In the dead of night, inside Chenghuan Hall.

Pu Huaijin rubbed her sore arm, and closed the book wearily.

Since the loss of spiritual power, this body is no different from ordinary people. It will be tired and tired, sore and painful, and the most primitive instincts of human beings seem to return to the body.

I'm really not used to it.

Coupled with the inexplicable drowsiness these days, Pu Huaijin extinguished the candles in the hall and planned to go to bed, although he didn't know when it was.

Before the person lay down, an unexpected guest came.

Pei Muzhi strode in, followed by a few witches, holding something in their hands, and followed behind with their heads down. When they entered the hall, they walked straight to the bed with the things in their hands.

Only now did Pu Huaijin see clearly what they were holding in their hands.

One pillow and one quilt.

Put the things on the bed, arrange them neatly, turn around and exit the hall.

"What is this for?" Pu Huaijin glanced at the pillow beside him.

Pei Muzhi said bluntly, "I will rest in Chenghuan Hall tonight."

Pu Huaijin's eyes sank, she was silent for a moment, and then said to him in a cold voice: "Go out."

"Go out?" Pei Muzhi seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke: "The entire Shenzhu Palace belongs to me, I can rest wherever I want, even if you rest in Chenghuan Palace every night, you can only bear it."

After speaking, she walked up to him and was about to sit down on the bed.

Without saying a word, Pu Huaijin retracted her legs and wanted to get up to stay on the bed, but Pei Muzhi pressed her shoulders first and fell back on the bed.

"You hate me that much, huh?"

The distance was extremely close, and Pu Huaijin's warm breath sprayed on Pu Huaijin's eyebrows. He instinctively resisted, and stretched out his hand to Pei Muzhi's chest. The heavy chain made a dull sound as he moved it.

The cold iron chain rubbed against Pei Muzhi's arm unintentionally, he just felt it was in the way, and stretched out his hand to push it away, but just as he pulled it, there was a sound of gasping for air from the person below him.

"what happened?"

Pei Muzhi let go of the iron chain, and at the same time, he felt warm liquid dripping on the back of his hand.

He hurriedly straightened up and waved his hand to relight the candles in the hall.

Pu Huaijin pursed his lips tightly, and covered the other arm with the lock with one hand, blood dripped down the edge of the lock, drop by drop.

"what happened."

Pei Muzhi grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand. He frowned and examined it carefully, only to find that the wound was stuck inside the lock, and he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, so he didn't think about it. The next second, the iron lock on Pu Huaijin's wrist was unlocked.

It was indeed a half-finger-long wound inside, and the wound seemed to have healed with blood clots, but it showed signs of being cut open again.

Pei Muzhi originally wanted to use demonic energy to restore him, but he remembered that he had lost all spiritual power and was a flesh and blood body. He might be injured if he used it many times, so he could only patiently apply medicine for him, and asked while wiping him: "Is it hurt? Why didn't you say anything."

A trace of doubt flashed in Pu Huaijin's eyes.

This was the first time someone had said such a thing to him.

In the past, no matter how much injury he suffered or how much cultivation was consumed, in order not to cause panic in the immortal sect, he would act as if nothing had happened. Over time, he got used to it and never told him, and the injury can be told to others.

After tying up the bandage, Pei Muzhi picked up the iron chain that was discarded aside, and rubbed it with his fingers. It was really hairy, and the feel was extremely bad. The hook at the end was still stained with blood. It should be the culprit who cut Pu Huaijin's wrist. culprit.

Pei Muzhi turned his head away in disgust, and the iron chain was instantly reduced to ashes in his hands.

"This broken chain is too rough. I will order someone to build a better one for you in the future. Before that, I won't lock you up. If you still dare to mess around, I will break your leg and let you go anywhere No."

After saying that, regardless of Pu Huaijin's objection, Pei Muzhi took off his outer robe, and naturally lay down on the bed beside him.

Pu Huaijin looked at him coldly, without any sleepiness: "Go out."

Unexpectedly, Pei Muzhi put on the quilt early in the morning, closed his eyes, snapped his fingers, all the candles in the room were extinguished, and fell into darkness.

"sleep."

After a while, there was the sound of even breathing.

Pu Huaijin has always rejected getting close to others, and it is even more impossible to sleep on the same bed.

He wanted to stay in this stalemate, but he was wrapped up in sleepiness, but he moved inside, folded his clothes and lay down with his back facing Pei Muzhi.

Before he fell asleep completely, he only heard movement behind him. Pei Muzhi turned over and put his hands on his waist. Pu Huaijin slightly opened his eyes and wanted to take the hands on his waist away.

Unexpectedly, Pei Muzhi made an inch of progress, not only did not withdraw his hand, but went a step further, wrapping the person in his arms around his lower abdomen, resting his chin on his neck, smelling the faint cold fragrance from Pu Huaijin's body, the irritability and gloom in his heart were swept away immediately null.

"Well, you smell so good."

Pei Muzhi rubbed against his neck.

Pu Huaijin felt a little itchy, and stretched out her hand to push him away, but felt that she couldn't exert any strength, so she struggled for a while, and fell into a deep sleep at some point.

As a result, she didn't sleep well all night. Pu Huaijin woke up many times in the middle of the night, only to fall back into a deep sleep when she heard the sound of steady breathing beside her.

When he woke up the next day, Pei Muzhi beside him had long since disappeared.

Pu Huaijin planned to get up, as usual, supported the bed with one hand and slightly straightened up, but found that the weight on the other hand disappeared, and then remembered that the iron chain had been untied.

He got out of bed and straightened his clothes.

The door of Chenghuan Hall was opened, and it was Daitong who walked in with a few demon cultivators.

"Xianjun, my lord ordered my subordinates to come down and give me new clothes."

On the tray in the hands of the demon cultivator behind her, there was indeed a neatly stacked white robe, and another tray held a hair crown.

Pu Huaijin gave a "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

Daitong continued: "My lord asked Xian Jun to put it on first, and when he comes over later, he will lead Xian Jun out to visit the magic market."

Saying that, he put the clothes and hair crown on the bedside, and said to him with a smile: "Immortal Lord has been in the Demon Realm for so long, hasn't he been to the Demon City?"

Pu Huaijin didn't understand which song Pei Muzhi sang when he was about to take him out just after he unchained it.

"Ah."

"The magic city in our demon world is also very lively, just like the human world!"

"Ah."

Compared with the few days when he first lived in Chenghuan Hall, when talking to Pu Huaijin, he almost didn't respond to anything, except that the Lord really pushed people into a hurry, so he would reprimand him coldly, Daitong could clearly feel that However, Xianjun's attitude towards her is somewhat relaxed, at least no matter what he says, Xianjun will occasionally respond, even though he keeps saying that word back and forth.

When Pu Huaijin changed clothes, she didn't like having people around to serve her, so Daitong led her men out of the hall and waited patiently.

After waiting for a while, the door was opened.

Dai Tong, who was waiting outside the hall, turned her head and said, "Isn't the Immortal alright?"

Pu Huaijin nodded.

The white clothes are loose, made of extremely soft fabric, and the wide-sleeved outer robe is made of snow spun from Tianshan Mountains. , but a bit like the handsome and elegant son of a family in the human world.

"It's really beautiful." Daitong couldn't hold back, and praised sincerely.

"How beautiful it is, let me see it."

Not far away, Pei Muzhi walked slowly towards this side.

The author says:

Tomorrow is May Day, I wish you all a happy May Day!Take advantage of the holiday to relax~

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