Ex-husband insists on remarrying

"See, we are inseparable, beautiful and powerful"

Withdrew from Bai Yu's place, Zou Ling turned over and got off the bed, trying to get a wheelchair to sit on, but was wrapped around his waist by hot arms.

Zou Ling paused, breathing calmly, took out his hand and put Huaijin's relic, Spike Fang, into the Qiankun bag, and then slowly tidied up the messy sleeves.On the other hand, the person behind him was hot like a dissatisfied girl who panted for a long time and still couldn't calm down.

Zou Ling waited for a long time and didn't wait for him to lose his temper or come to force the end. He knew that he was enduring, and knew that he was comforting himself, but he went out of his way to respond to him: "Bai Jianxian, tomorrow is the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. How about this, I will accompany you!" You do it in the middle of the night, do a few rounds, and you will have a good competition tomorrow, how about giving Xiaoyaozong a face?"

The arms on the waist trembled, but the body wanted to make a voice but said: "No, you obviously don't want to."

"But don't you want to?"

"I'm sorry..." Bai Yu seemed to realize that he was not soft-headed and woke up at this time, and slowly let go of the pincer-like arms, "I just... want to hug you."

Zou Ling smiled, summoned a wheelchair to sit on, and slid out of the wheelchair: "After reconciliation, go and hug Lan Heng."

After saying that, he realized that something was wrong, Xiao Qianqiu seemed to have missed a word when he was furious today, the devil said that Lan Heng had half of the blood of the shadow demon, and the double cultivation with others would only make him miserable, so...

Compassion for Lan Heng surged in Zou Ling's heart, and he couldn't help turning his head sideways, feeling very sympathetic to Bai Yu.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Bai Yu looking at him silently, his clothes were completely unkempt, and his clothes were hanging out to dry, those eyes that looked at all living beings from both directions were filled with soft tears, seeing him turn his head, Those tears fell, and sadness filled the entire cave.

Zou Ling froze, didn't dare to look again after just one glance, hurriedly turned back and shook the wheelchair, the desire to escape and escape was still so strong.

At this moment, he actually missed the cold and heartless Bai Yu in the past, and hoped that he would still be so mean and sarcastic.

The wheelchair rolled out of the cave, and he glanced at Zhongtian Baiyue Zhongtian, and the oppression in his heart could not be suppressed.

He pressed his heart with difficulty, cold sweat slipped down his chin, and suddenly he heard another voice in his heart in confusion, but it was so innocently excited and eager to try: "My Gui Xu is crying, it turns out that he is not only for Lan Heng Cry, he will cry for me too! Since he is reluctant to part with me, why should I leave him? Even if he is only reluctant to part with my body, it doesn’t hurt. When I become a succubus, wouldn’t he love me even more? Secondary body?"

Zou Ling wrinkled the red clothes on his heart with a stern look, and the wheelchair slowly rolled into the hundred gardens he had planted by himself, slowly crushing the blooming flowers.

He said to the devil hidden in his heart: "He doesn't love you, go to sleep, Zou Ling."

I was dissatisfied with myself in my heart, and yelled childishly: "He loves! He just loves me! We have been together for 300 years, and I am clearly irreplaceable! Even if he doesn't love me, I will tie him by my side, Who wants to see him and some childhood sweetheart, white moonlight and cinnabar mole fly together? I don't want him, I fell in love with him first, I picked him up, I rescued him, I threw him down! I just want to have sex with him alone , I don't want to be a fool who is ridden by thousands of people, I can be his furnace alone! He is so good, even if he doesn't love me, he won't torment me!"

The moonlight was as cold as ice, and Zou Ling smiled like water: "But you are not worthy."

The arrogance in his heart was defeated, and he quickly poked his fingers and muttered: "Why don't I deserve it? I have a thin waist, long legs, and fair skin. , where can I find such a considerate and gentle big padded jacket. Gui Xu even if he doesn’t love me, he also likes to see me smile, to see that I am good, and he likes to fight with me, isn’t it?”

Zou Ling shook the wheelchair, destroying the fragrant flowers as if venting his anger: "I only felt shameless when I heard it. You know very well that your gentleness, courtesy and frugality in front of him are all fake, fake, a dummy who caters to him, you Don’t dare to reveal any dirt or ugliness.”

The voice in my heart sniffled, choked my neck and listed the evidence angrily: "I'm not ugly, I'm good-looking, whoever has seen me won't praise me for being such a well-groomed beauty, Huo Hao, the little bear from Shenshan's family I was dumbfounded when I looked at it carefully, brother Dapeng Niaomanque, such an extraterrestrial expert, also said that he wanted to keep me seductive, and my mother praised me as her most beautiful cub..."

Zou Ling rocked the wheelchair in the dark calmly, interrupting himself in his heart lightly: "Isn't it ugly to rob mother's vitality? How many people have you harmed? You are ugly without knowing it, dirty without knowing it. Without introspection, how can a bastard like you deserve to talk about liking and good looks?"

The momentum of the voice in his heart blew up, and he choked up when he couldn't say it, and he beat the ground with his fists and cursed: "You are not allowed to talk! I won't listen, why are you so annoying! There are only a few bastards in the world, and you are the worst stitch monster among them. Your body is rotten, and your soul is filthy too! Why do you have one more person in the world? It’s better to have one more grass and one more worm. You’re such a waste, and you’re the one I hate the most!"

The wind blew through the peaceful and harmonious Xiaoyao Sect. Zou Ling looked at the teacher who was too peaceful in the night, raised his hand and stroked the fox fur that was still tied behind his head, and looked down at the shattered body that was not clean or dirty. Hua Ni nodded with peace of mind: "Yes, isn't it exactly like this? You shouldn't exist in this world. You didn't come here voluntarily, but I sent you away voluntarily. I sent you to the land of light."

Zou Ling unknowingly talked about what he said about killing Huaijin back then, and was fascinated by it, and said angrily: "Let's go, I will hold you back before I go!"

The wind blew up the withered petals all over the ground, blowing a thick and pungent fragrance. The man in red in the wheelchair let go of his hands, and the wisps of fox fur attached to his fingers flew away in the wind. He was in a daze in the night.

He is Zou Ling, Ling is a piece of unwilling flying feathers, he does not leave, but even if he does not leave, he can't think of any other way besides leaving.

At sunrise, the entire Xiaoyao Sect became alive.Today will be held the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, which attracts the attention of the Immortal Gate. All the sects of the Immortal Gate, large and small, have received invitations from the Xiaoyao Sect. As soon as the gate of the mountain opens at dawn, monks who have come from afar and have been waiting for a long time will enter one after another. field.

The eleven disciples of the inner sect arranged it in an orderly manner. Even if Ah Liu disappeared, they would have their own logistics to make up for it.As for where Ah Liu is, Zou Ling has explained to his disciples that he is safe and sound. Although the disciples are still worried, they all trust their master more, so they are calm and composed.

Not long after, the sky was bright, and all the monks from the Xianmen who came to participate in the meeting took their seats at Xiaoyao Sect for the catechumens platform built today.There are fewer real masters who come to participate in the competition, and more people come to join in the fun and open their eyes. Some monks even dragged their families along with them, purely to watch the show. .

The passionate young monks felt that these laughing and joking people did not respect this competition, but some old monks who had gone through hardships and saw the blood flow a hundred years ago felt that this was the peaceful daily life that the world of self-cultivation should have.

When it's time to be happy, clap your hands and laugh, and draw a knife to cut off the water when it's time to fight.Who doesn't love peace and comfort in the world of mortals, and who loves to be ready for death.

When the time comes, the two protagonists of the Xiaoyao Sect, whom everyone is looking forward to, finally appear on the stage. This couple who have stirred up blood and hatred for a hundred years in the storybook is now in the boiling gossip. Today they are husband and wife Not appearing at the same time, which made interested people smell the joy of gossip.

The first one to appear on the stage was the majestic but cold as ice, holding a white sword fairy who seemed to owe him eight hundred coffins.After about half a stick of incense, the other party came late, and to the astonishment of everyone, he came out shaking a wheelchair like a spring breeze.

Is this disabled or another trick?

Everyone was whispering and whispering, and before the gossip was finished, another extremely important figure who had disappeared for 300 years and only recently shocked the world by returning to the fairy gate also came.

When Zou Ling on the Mu Dao stage saw Lan Heng, who was tall and tall, he was also stunned, not to mention the countless mobs in the audience who didn't know the truth.

He, Zou Ling, is a villain who has been rampant for hundreds of years in the story books, and he, Lan Heng, is also a blood mold character who has been put on the cusp of gossip.

A pure furnace that has been occupied by the demons for 300 years.

A righteous gentleman who was possessed by countless evil demons and suffered physical torture.

Since Lan Heng returned to the cultivation world, he seldom left the Jian Hun Mountain ruins. There were very few old friends and acquaintances, and only Bai Yu ran to him every few days.Zou Ling could vaguely feel that Lan Heng was unwilling, or dare not hear how outsiders judged him, even if some of the comments were well-intentioned.Although he also sent invitations for the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference to Sword Soul Mountain, he thought that Lan Heng would continue to retreat.

He couldn't help but secretly glanced at Bai Yu on the other side, and saw that Bai Yu was still aloof and indifferent, only looked in Lan Heng's direction for a few times, and then continued to pour the fruit wine on the table by himself.

Zou Ling thought of his melting tears in the middle of the night, and thought that Lan Heng's appearance might be to revitalize Sword Soul Mountain as soon as possible, and to give Bai Yu a backing.Thinking of it this way, he looked at Lan Heng and poured the wine with both hands.

Lan Heng trekked through unbearable years, passed the bloodless tongue of thousands of people, and walked to the seat of Sword Soul Mountain calmly.After taking his seat, he raised his hand to gesture politely to Zou Ling and Bai Yu on the catechumens platform, and the two of them returned the salute at the same time. In the eyes of many happy people, the calm and calm behavior of the three of them was different.

Zou Ling felt that Lan Heng really possessed the bones of a gentleman who is unique among thousands of people. If it wasn't for the mockery of fate, he would be a perfect match for Bai Yu.

The wine in the glass was bitter, and suddenly there was a small commotion in the meeting.

Bai Yu was the first to look up at the person who came, and the suppressed rage spiritual pressure on his body was released suddenly, and spread out like a violent storm. Hitting back and forth with the ground made the other people present feel cut by the wind. In an instant, all the whispers disappeared, leaving a silence like a dead duck.

The one who came was the number one immortal sect, Dan Yizong, with the most people.

The suzerain, Shen Jing, stood at the front in a gentle and refined manner, in stark contrast to Bai Yu's cold face.

Zou Ling unconsciously caressed the wolf teeth that had been retracted, and his calm eyes swept over his side as if unintentionally, and his smile became more and more obvious.

Bai Yu's cold face was even worse, but no one else noticed except Shen Jing.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference begins here.

In the era of peace, the competition between ten thousand immortals is like ten thousand dances.Those who have not experienced the world are fascinated by it, and those who have experienced vicissitudes of life are stunned by it. Winning or losing is not life and death, winning or losing is not right or wrong, the stage is gorgeous, and everyone in the stands is happy.

Time soon arrived at noon, when the light of early summer was at its strongest, and the contestant on the catechumens stage was a well-known sword cultivator, who was praised by a sword god. Zou Ling had heard of that man's name a long time ago, quietly After looking in the wheelchair for a while, my back became more and more straight.

When the knife master wins one more person, there will be a new contestant under the high stage to respond to the announcement. Zou Ling suddenly made up his mind, used spiritual power to support his knees, and forced himself to stand up from the wheelchair.

"I'm not talented, Zou Ling, I want to learn your Excellency's sword skills."

There was an uproar in the audience, Shen Jing frowned slightly, and Bai Yu looked at his legs silently.

Daoxiu accepted the challenge calmly, and stood upright with the sword: "Master Zou, please."

The tip of Zou Ling's dry tongue rolled across his lips and teeth calmly, and with a shake of his right hand, he appeared as the natal Lingwu Lixiu Knife of the human race.Holding the long knife in his hand, he tapped the ground, as if he was kissing the deep fate that was frozen on the ground.

"It's a great honor."

The etiquette is different, the retired knife rises with the breeze, his legs are a little stagnant, and Zou Ling knows that he will lose after dozens of rounds, but when the knife wind passes by, the opponent's blade cuts his sleeve He still couldn't help but smile.

When he was young, he had also been very envious of the world-renowned proud son of the various immortal sects, and envied that the sword was like a dream, and it was hearty.

If you can still participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference as a human monk before falling into the devil, it will be a wonderful trip to realize your dream.

He has gone through a long and rich life, and he is about to come to an end. He bids farewell to his biological mother, his best friends, his old friends, and his lover. Now, it is his turn to say goodbye to his beautiful dream.

Zou Ling participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference for the first time, and had a hearty and hearty sword competition.

Although his talent is limited after all, after [-] rounds of sparring with Daoxiu, he obviously tends to go down when fighting with swords.

The wind blew the clothes fluttering on the high platform, Zou Ling felt that if he could fight for more than fifty rounds, he would have defeated himself, and now that he was about to lose, he only felt happy and happy, so happy that he couldn't help turning his head three times and looking at Bai Yu three times.

You see, how neat my knife skills are.

You see, my cultivation is not bad.

You see, I'm at the end of the comparison.

He was born wearing Zhang Yan's skin, now he has fair skin and red clothes, with red lines of flying feathers drawn between his brows, his face is white from exhaustion due to excessive competition, his lips are as red as red paint, and his eyes are as bright as red makeup. Looking back, he raised the fox hair pendant and the long feather ear pendant, and in this way, the sweat from the corners of the eyes, lips, and chin slipped away.

People who compare knives are crazy, and people who watch people are also crazy.

The invincible beauty in the world, the good color left in history, should be like Zou Buli.

Zou Ling walked down the stage after the match, his feet couldn't support him, and he was about to fall when he staggered. Shen Jing got up and wanted to hold that arm, but with the breeze, Bai Yu teleported to his side and hugged him.

Zou Ling's face was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were shining brightly.

Bai Yu knew what he was thinking, he lowered his head and whispered in Zou Ling's ear: "You have done a good job, it's great that we are inseparable."

Zou Ling heard his heart was boiling.

"Yeah, I'm amazing!"

The author says:

Bai Yu: My wife.

Bai Yu: He Li is also my wife.

Bai Yu (gloomy): I see that there is no Shen, my wife, mine, my wife.

There is another update in the evening (from the unspeakable pain of the pigeons chasing the list 〒▽〒)