After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

It was dusk, and a few dots of green light floated out of the forest, floating like fireflies.

The silver bell flickered as it walked, and the white palm caught the floating light spot. The green light was startled, and it disappeared with a "swoosh".

"Uncle Wu, for me, the spirit beasts in the beast world are very kind and well-behaved, so even if the master becomes a dragon, I can accept it, and even think that as long as he lives, no matter what he becomes OK,"

Changshu tightened her sleeves and said anxiously, "Although the relationship between the beast world and the Tao world has eased a lot these years, most ascetics still have prejudices against the beast race. I have no way to influence other people's thoughts, and I don't know How will other people see Shizun who has become a dragon, so I am afraid that Shizun will become dark in their eyes."

It's not unreasonable for her to worry so much.

Su Wan pondered for a while, with a calm expression, stretched out his hand to let the light spots gather together, and lit a pale green lamp: "Do you want him to return to Nanhua Road?"

"Naturally, everyone in Nanhua Dao is waiting for Master to go back, but I'm not sure what their attitude will be to Master becoming a dragon..."

Chang Shu bit her lip, her fingers twisted black and white due to too much force.

"That's good, you go back to Nanhua Road on this trip, and disclose this matter to Yuezhi first."

"Elder Yue? Uncle Wu, why do you want me to go to Elder Yue instead of Zunjun?"

"In the entire Nanhua Dao, it is Yue Zhi who loves your master the most. Even if he can't feel Xu Qingyi's pain like you, he won't have any prejudice against Xu Qingyi because he turned into a beast. It is very appropriate to find him to discuss this matter."

Su Wan closed her eyes and smiled, her heart was as clear as a mirror.

"So that's how it is. Uncle Fifth is really thoughtful. I'm going to find Elder Yue right now!" Changshu Yujian turned to look at him when she left. "Uncle Fifth, it's great that Master can meet you."

Qianying disappeared into the dark clouds, Su Wan continued to walk forward, surrounded by countless light spots, illuminating the road ahead.

Returning to the small building surrounded by layers of green bamboo, the bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground a few days ago have grown tall, and the top sheath leaves are green and can barely swing in the wind.

The person in the snow-white gown stood by the bamboo fence, against the background of the green bamboos, he looked like an arbor full of apricot and pear blossoms, the flower branches trembled from time to time, and the snowy color with a delicate fragrance caught the eyes.

"Why don't you go in?"

Su Wan flicked the green light in his palm, and the light spots like stars wandered loosely into the deep forest.

"I'm waiting for you."

It seemed to be back to the day when he was waiting for his return in the bamboo corridor of Changzhao Hall.

"Wait for me to do?"

"Wait until you come to see me."

Hearing this, Su Wan raised her eyebrows slightly, and her gaze fell on his flawless white cheeks, gloomy eyes, delicate nose bridge, and pale red lips, suddenly, he remembered that he had kissed him last night.

The hazy mist covers the heart chamber, and the half moon is hidden in it, and the lazy mood shakes vaguely.

There was a spring rain at night, and the rain fell on the roof, and the cool breath came in through the window, blowing the candle shadows cast on the wall.

Baihu shook off the rainwater on his body, turned into a boy and walked into the verandah, taking a few steps forward in the thin light, just in time to see the cedar lattice picture window of the bedroom opened wide.

The young man was sitting in front of the desk by the window, a shiny silver dragon wrapped around his waist and clung to his body very intimately, as if the patterns that should have been embroidered on his clothes suddenly came to life generally.

His whole body was shrouded in the silver light of dragon scales, and his face was neither sad nor happy. He was a god and Buddha with downcast eyes in the tall vaulted palace, silently watching the silence of the world.

The raindrops hit the bamboo leaves, and the silver light shining on the man suddenly disappeared. The silver dragon that was entangled with him suddenly turned into a beautiful woman like frost and snow, sitting face to face on his lap, with her slender arms resting on He straightened his shoulders, and then straightened his waist, covering his lowered sight with his body.

The hand holding the scroll was loosened, and the back of his hand was loosely leaning against the desk. He looked up at the person in front of him, and was about to say something, but the person suddenly held his face, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

The young man outside the window was shocked by this scene, his complexion turned gray, and his heart was scorched black like a thunderbolt.

However, that person looked back at him meaningfully, with sharp sharpness and brilliance in his blue pupils, as if telling him blatantly: This person belongs to him.

His heart seemed to be roasting on a fire, making a "cracking" crackling sound, his anger soared to the sky, the veins in his fists were bulging, and he was full of beastly aura, all he wanted was to tear the man's head off!

However, his knuckle-boned hands wrapped around the man's waist, pressed his body down, and then a face as plain as water appeared from his shoulders. This face looked at the young man outside the window from a distance, and his eyes were sparse and empty.

The young man's pupils trembled, he understood what he meant at first, tried his best to suppress the dark green animal aura, turned his eyes away unwillingly, and then transformed into a tiger shape and jumped into the pitch-black rain curtain.

The animal spirit gradually faded away until it disappeared, Su Wan pulled the person in his arms away, and said in a low voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Which thing are you talking about? To seduce you? Or to annoy that tiger?"

Qing Huang's back was leaning against the edge of the desk, Xu Qingyi lazily gathered up his clothes, and asked the question knowingly.

"You don't provoke him."

Su Wan threw away the scroll in his hand, Xu Qingyi didn't have any empathy even if he turned into a dragon, he probably wouldn't deal with any beast, he could also see that Ayao was full of hostility towards this person, maybe because this person always He almost killed him every time, or maybe it was because he had died under his sword a few years ago, which made him worry about it all the time, and Xu Qingyi just didn't avoid it, but he still owed him a lot for insisting on messing with him.

He unceremoniously pushed away the person in front of him, and when he got up to leave, a cool hand grabbed his wrist.

There was still a smile on this pale face, but the eyes illuminated by the candlelight added a gleam of coldness: "Do you feel distressed?"

Su Wan glanced at him, accustomed to his uncertainties, she withdrew her hand indifferently.

The remaining hand was hanging in the air, trying to grab something, but couldn't grab anything.

Xu Qingyi's thin face was stained with deep black ink, and there was a blush at the end of his eyes, which seemed to be a scar from being cut by a knife: "You are always angry with me because of that tiger. Last time I hurt him, you just hurt him." I broke my hand, this time I just annoyed him, and you feel bad again."

He staggered and stood up holding the desk, as if he said to himself: "What's so good about him? It's worth you caring about him so much."

Su Wan, who was walking towards the door, was displeased with his avoidance of the important and the trivial: "You still have the face to mention this to me? If there was no spiritual deed to protect you last time, Ah Yao would surely die in hell, and I would only break one of yours." Hand, it is already a great kindness to you."

The expression of the person behind him was distorted for a moment, and the light red blood at the end of his eyes filled his dark eyes, and the more jealous the fire burned, the more sullen he smiled: "Really? I want to know, what do you think? How merciful can I be?"

After all, Bai Ying changed into a dragon shape and flew out of the window, broke into the drizzle, and chased in the direction where the white tiger disappeared!

The night is originally silent, that's why the sound of piercing through the forest and beating leaves is so clear.

The young man was walking alone in the misty rain scene, his hands were still tightly clenched into fists, his face was full of indignation, when he thought of that person's face, the flames of hatred grew high, and he couldn't find anything other than killing him with his own hands. Another way to vent your anger!

The murderous air came violently from behind, he took a few steps forward, jumped to the top of a tree to avoid the attack, looked back, and saw a man in snow-white clothes fluttering on the branches and leaves, his skin was extremely pale, like a terminally ill man about to kick The living dead who stepped into the Styx suddenly turned into a ghost at this moment, a trace of sternness and coldness flashed in the narrow and long eyes, and the killing intent was clearly revealed in them.

Lu Yao was already on fire in his heart. Seeing him taking the initiative to find him, he was unhappy, bared his teeth fiercely, showed his sharp tiger claws, and flew towards the person on the branch in the air.

The falling rain stopped in mid-air, and time seemed to freeze for an instant. The malice in the boy's eyes turned into a halberd, and he stabbed into the chest of the man in white with his sharp claws that were used as weapons!

Unexpectedly, this person did not dodge, Lu Yao was a little dazed for a while.

A deep blood hole was poked out in the chest, Xu Qingyi instead smiled sinisterly, with contempt in his tone: "You still want to kill me with this little ability?"

"Go to hell!"

The young man gritted his back molars, and his anger was like a huge wave hitting his heart. When he pulled out the sharp claws that pierced into his body, the bright red blood splashed all over his face, and a few drops fell into his eye sockets, knocking him down. His eyes were stained scarlet.

The moment he swung his right arm towards the man's neck, the sharp claws tore apart the flesh, leaving a terrifying scratch on the porcelain-like skin. Bai Ying fell from the branches and leaves without even struggling, and fell heavily into the wet soil.

Seeing his miserable state, it is impossible for him to say that he is not happy. At the beginning, this person killed his master, forced him to show his body, and severely injured Xiaohuo and brother Xue Mastiff. He remembered all the evil things for him. Clearly!

The snow clothes were covered with dirt, and the rain fell relentlessly, soaking Xu Qingyi's black hair. The thick ink set off his sickly white face, which complemented the scorching red, making him look like he was about to be broken.

The young man's murderous intent has never changed over the years: since he himself is going to find him to die, then let him die!Anyway, as long as he is dead, he won't pester Master anymore!

The blood from the tip of the sharp claws dripped onto the grass, and he swooped down from a height, and tore his throat with his front claws, giving him a fatal blow!

As soon as the cartilage on his neck was about to be hooked, a blue light magic barrier appeared in front of him, blocking the sharp claws.

"Master!"

The fragrance of bamboo is lingering, and it looks particularly refreshing and clean in this rainy day, but within a moment, it is polluted by a faint smell of blood.

It was very dark in the forest, and through the miserable green light spots, one could see the young man walking slowly with arms folded. The rain never fell on him.

There was no expression on his face, and the sharper outline showed a bit of hard indifference when he was not smiling.

The blood-stained man got up from the mud, his wet black hair was tangled into a ball, the blood on his chest stained the whole clothes red in large swaths, he was in a state of embarrassment, but his sickly face was still beautiful, and he was struggling Stretched out a bony hand towards him: "Zhexuan, it hurts."

"Master, I..."

Lu Yao subconsciously hid his bloody paws behind his back. Of course he knew that his master would not kill this person until his death, and he must have angered his master just now by taking his life.

"Aren't you hurt?"

To his surprise, the man didn't blame him, but only glanced at the blood splattered on his face.

"No, no."

He was flattered and couldn't help lowering his head and stammering.

The bony hand was in the air, and the dirty man's sick eyes were dim, as if he was extremely cold, so he curled up in the dark.

He was really jealous of Lu Yao, thinking that as long as he was hurt, this person would love him as much as Lu Yao, but he didn't, and he didn't even look at him.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was some barrier separating him from the two people in front of him. He was a big mouse who could only cower in the gutter, watching the light that would never be available, day after day, year after year. The earth is jealous and hates until it is covered with rot and maggots, and is dragged into a more turbid and darker corner.

His sunken eyes became hollow, and Chad felt that the wound on his chest was suddenly in severe pain, the pain turned black before his eyes, his skinny hands struggled in vain in the mud, the smell of blood welled up from the corners of his mouth, and the blood flowed down his jaw uncontrollably The tip dripped down and flowed into the open wound on the neck.

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感谢在2022-09-0519:30:36-2022-09-0720:42:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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