This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

The sky is completely black, like a ink plate splashed on the table, without stars and moon.The red-clothed boy's ankles were buried in the semi-wet withered grass, his jet-black boots and socks were soaked in the coolness, and his body revealed the innate coldness and coldness inside and out.

He fixedly stared at the faces of the figures in the lake, and suddenly showed a crazy and cruel smile.

Going down the mountain with Guanzhou during the day, he seemed to faint again. In his dream... were those past events that he had forgotten.

interesting.

Feng Wujing pursed the corners of his lips lightly, and there was a rare sense of excitement and freshness in his heart, which rekindled the passion in his heart that had been silent for a long time.

It is the nature of demons to be happy to seek insecurity.

What's more, he is a Demon Lord.

Demon Realm Supreme!

Damn it, his name is Feng Wujing, he is not Gu Yan'an at all.

How dare you lie to him?Feng Wujing leisurely rubbed his knuckles which had turned white due to exertion.With his original temperament, how would he punish those ants who didn't know what to do?

The corners of Feng Wujing's lips were raised, his eyes traced the familiar facial contours, and he smiled brightly.

No, not right.

He suddenly suppressed that ambiguous smile, tightened his brows, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and met the deep eyes of the figure on the lake.

It's not him!

too young.

He... he shouldn't.

His hair should have been silvery white!

what happened? !

Feng Wujing's eyes were about to split, his chest felt hot, and he vomited out a mouthful of hot dark red blood. The blood stained his pale lips, and fell into the lake from his chin along the corner of his lips. Cascading ripples.

The blood drops are like ink paintings, spreading downward along the calm lake, the color is getting lighter and lighter, and finally invisible.

Feng Wujing suddenly shook his head, who is he!Who the hell is he!

Amidst the unbearable depression, Feng Wujing knelt on the ground with a "bang".The dew of fresh grass moistened his robe, like a trickle, slowly flowing into his limbs and bones, soothing his troubled mind.

The quiet flute sound soothed the wound, the stagnation and blood stains in Feng Wujing's heart gradually dissipated, and the lingling sound was like a ring hitting the water, piercing into the sea of ​​human consciousness to calm the restless and turbulent magic power for him, with thorough tendons and smooth veins.

Feng Wujing let out a low gasp in comfort, then raised his head, and met a pair of shallow and indifferent amber pupils.

I was careless, just now I lost my guard in the sound of the flute!

Feng Wujing was forced to take a step back due to the close distance.

In the endless darkness of the night, Gu Langqing stood upright, with the neckline of his white robe pulled up high, a gleaming white jade skirt around his waist, and his dark hair falling behind him, with a cool and cold appearance like an exiled immortal.

He opened his mouth with a questioning tone, and his clear voice slowly drifted away: "Rebel, why did you go down the mountain alone without permission?"

Feng Wujing stopped and stood upright, his eyes flicked over the jade Xiao around the man's waist, and he understood.

Even so, it is impossible for the indifferent Mozun to be grateful anyway, he sneered: "My lord... I am your apprentice?"

The Immortal Venerable in White was solemn at the moment, staring at the person with sharp eyes, and asked in a low voice: "You don't remember?"

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes lazily, recalling the poor acting skills of this group of people in front of him from beginning to end in his mind, and finally asked funnyly: "Why should I remember?"

Gu Langqing lowered his eyes slowly.

At the same time, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the originally covered white moonlight, and the man in white stood against the moonlight, his cold figure like a frightened dragon swimming.

His slender eyelash feathers trembled slightly under the moonlight, and the water color stained on the top of the white jade Changxiao was pure and clean, like fine nectar and jade dew.

"Never mind."

The two words fell, and he sighed softly.

Listening to Gu Langqing fluently fabricating a complete life that he had forgotten due to amnesia, Feng Wujing's cold eyes swept from the man's forehead to his thin lips, and wandered across his white and thin chest.

The chest was covered by the thin shirt, but it was more and more revealing. The hazy night created an ambiguous atmosphere. Feng Wujing stared straight at the man's tightly cinched waist, which was undoubtedly exposed under the dark night.

"I found you on the side of the road that day. Later, when I learned that you had no father or mother, I took you under my Qingfeng sect."

The voice is like a clear and sweet spring, extremely beautiful.

Qingfengzong, Wangyou Valley.

Feng Wujing secretly recited the random and vulgar name he chose, and these people really took him for a fool.

just.

Gu Langqing probably didn't know that the light clothes couldn't cover the two light pink tassels on his chest, but in the thick night, they were extremely charming under Feng Wujing's eyes like hungry tigers and jackals.

interesting.

Feng Wujing licked his parched lips, and took a few steps closer with his black boots on the dry grass: "You said just now that disciples of this sect are not allowed to go down the mountain alone."

As soon as the voice changed, he suddenly showed an innocent and childish smile: "Master—you want to punish me?"

Thinking of the word "Master", Feng Wujing felt another dull pain in his head.He gritted his teeth and endured it, pretending not to know.

No problem, I'll always remember it.

Painful stimulation from time to time can actually revive his paralyzed nerves clearly.

Mozun enjoys the pain.

Thinking of this, Feng Wujing curled his lips into a chuckle. These immortal cultivators deliberately deceived him, but he didn't mind playing with them to the end.

For the beauty's sake.

Gu Langqing suppressed his gaze, perhaps the moonlight was too hot, he raised his hand and turned down the high-beamed neckline, revealing a smooth and slender neck, which was as delicious and alluring as suet jade under the shallow silver light.He tilted his head slightly, his jet-black hair swept across his cheeks against the night wind.

Gu Langqing paused every word: "Those who don't know are not guilty."

"Hey, Master, what you said is wrong." Feng Wujing followed the moonlight, grinned, and his tone was lazy and indifferent. The crimson clothes were rolled up by the wind, like a blooming flower Qiangwei said, "The sect is prosperous and must be treated equally."

"Then you will be fined not to go down the mountain for three months."

Gu Langqing took a step closer to him, and the shadow enveloped Feng Wujing who was reborn as a young man. He played his voice very softly, but it sounded full of gentleness, penetrating into the pores of the young man's body.

That voice was unbelievably gentle.

Or, not human.

Feng Wujing forced himself to suppress a certain chill from the bottom of his heart: "?"

Not allowed to go down the mountain in March?

That's it?

It was silent again, when suddenly a gust of wind blew up between the steep cliffs, and the sound of the wind roared, and the vegetation on the mountain trembled accordingly.Gu Langqing hung up his steps, took a few steps forward and embraced him, leaped forward, facing the wind.

Gu Langqing is half a head taller than Feng Wujing.

At this moment, the waist and abdomen of the two were tightly pressed against each other, and the warmth and warmth were conveyed through the thin fabric, Feng Wujing could almost touch the beating heart of the man in white's chest.

The night wind blew through his robes, and the coldness was overwhelming, but Feng Wujing loved the icy cold extremely.

The two landed together, and returned to the bedroom where Feng Wujing woke up during the day.

There is a warm light in the bedroom.

Mozun has always liked darkness.He stroked the pale skin that was burning and tingling lightly with his palm, that's all.

Feng Wujing didn't enter the room right away, he called the master in white who was about to leave, and asked deliberately.

"What about you?"

where do you live

What he said was endless, but Gu Langqing understood it.He raised his sleeves to reveal a section of snow-white wrist bone, pointed to the distance, raised his jaw slightly.

Feng Wujing's eyes fell on the white wall, and he understood it. He immediately relaxed and revealed the indifferent expression that belonged to the Demon Lord. His eyes outlined Gu Langqing's beautiful and sharp eyebrows: "Can I go to you?"

"Okay," before Feng Wujing could answer, Gu Langqing said softly, "Rest earlier, I'm going back."

Feng Wujing narrowed his pupils, looked at the white and jade-like back, suppressed the smile on his face, snorted coldly, and turned around.

Pale fingers gesticulated a few spells in front of him, swiftly making sharp afterimages, but none of them failed.

Clouds and shades flow, everything is silent.

The white crane spread its wings, and the sound was like a sharp knife piercing the air, and the gust of wind it brought up swirled and swirled around, engulfing the dust on the ground.

Incomplete memory, unable to cast spells.

Feng Wujing looked impatient, and repeatedly kneaded the formula irritably, and the more he tried to recall and sort out those messy memory fragments, the more painful his temples became.

The matter of magic can't wait for the memory to slowly wake up. Now that he has no power to restrain the chicken, he has somehow fallen into this realm of immortal cultivation. At present, he should get in touch with the demon world as soon as possible.

No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it.

The frail body that Feng Wujing had just reshaped obviously couldn't stand such wanton tossing, soon, his lips were filled with thick blood again, and he swallowed it all.

at last!

Feng Wujing stared at him suddenly, the faintly flowing magic power poured into his whole body, folded his arms, gestured quickly, and muttered silently.

Fu Li Jue.

On the corners of the pale lips of the young man in red, the red color is especially gorgeous in the dark night.

Between the sky and the earth, dark clouds dispersed, covering the bright moonlight again.

The wind blows and the fog clears.

The mountains and rivers are quiet.

A moment later, a huge gap opened in the gloomy sky, and clear water poured in from all over the sky.

The water is flowing!

Like an endless spring, the waterfall falls vertically from the sky and hits the valley, making a violent splash.

No thunder, no rain.

It was just a gap, and the blood gushing water poured down without stopping.

Feng Wujing stood still, curled up the corners of his lips, and watched the scene quietly.

The sky was strangely dark, and there was only a scarlet figure left on the lonely cliff, and a huge waterfall bursting out in front of him. The young man's figure appeared so thin and insignificant in this magnificent fountain performance.

The problem is that what Feng Wujing just made is clearly the Fu Li Jue, how could it be so effective?

Clearly, this is not normal.

He thought to himself, but it would be boring if everything was normal and normal.

Feng Wujing's mount is called Fu Li, and the current Fu Li formula is a spell to summon his mount.

But now, the ominous beast that was supposed to arrive did not appear, but instead ushered in a violent storm of unknown origin.

If it keeps being poured like this, not only Wangyou Peak, but most of the entire fairyland will be submerged.

A cynical smile hung on Feng Wujing's face, and he subconsciously glanced at the white wall not far away.

No movement.

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, with his pale protruding finger bones overlapping his chest, he gracefully wiped the few splashes of moist water splashed on the surface of the crimson robe, on which the dark gold dragon pattern was engraved vividly, ready to come out.Feng Wujing raised his eyebrows and turned around, humming a little song happily and walking towards his bedroom.

If the spring water was really summoned by him, then he might not be able to hide the fact that he recovered the memory of the incomplete Demon Lord.

The author says:

In the first few chapters, let’s test the water without a fixed update time, and it will be fixed in the future, and there will be no interruptions. Let’s rest assured, little cuties——

I changed this chapter a bit, the original version did not write the feeling I wanted.