This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Feng Wujing had reason to suspect that Gu Langqing was using alcohol to play tricks.

What is the concept of being a courtier?

"However, Lord Mozun, I have one condition." Gu Langqing's voice was clear and sweet, but what he said made Feng Wujing's heart skip a beat, "I would like to ask you to go to the Evil God Realm with me."

Feng Wujing squinted his eyes, his eyes were like two poisonous snakes, entwined around Gu Langqing's body, wanting to penetrate deeply, to see clearly the inside and outside of him.

He laughed lowly, and leaned over to grab Gu Langqing's forearm. To be honest, he saw that Gu Langqing's request was still using him, but what he gave was too... tempting.

He didn't care what Gu Langqing asked him to do in the evil god world, that didn't matter, what he cared about was what Gu Langqing gave——

In the darkness, Gu Langqing's eyes were crimson red after drunkenness, he quietly looked at Feng Wujing, waiting for his response.

He bowed his knees to this point.

It is rare for Feng Wujing to feel angry this time, he is very curious, what else can such a person who can do without anything do?

A person who can take himself into account is really unscrupulous to the extreme, Feng Wujing just feels amazed.

He is ambitious, crazy and decisive, like a desperate strategist.

A crazy gambler, so lonely and arrogant, Gu Langqing has made up his mind that he will agree to be a courtier - the last hole card, how tempting.What is he trying to do?

In those eyes, the pupils kept flickering, but they were terrifyingly tough and determined.

Feng Wujing only felt that Gu Langqing's eyes looked deeply into his bone marrow, and he once again had a new understanding of Gu Langqing's limitlessness.

This feeling is subtle.

He couldn't tell what his feelings for Gu Langqing were.

Master Mozun clamored to agree with his whole heart, but intellectually, Feng Wujing knew that once he agreed, he would be included in Gu Lang's calculation, and it would be good if he won, but if he lost—that would be a complete loss.

Feng Wujing's heart was heavy. He looked into those bright eyes, but suddenly found that a round tear slipped from Gu Langqing's eye socket, ran down his cheek, and landed on the ground with a "tick".

Feng Wujing burst into a smile abruptly.

The Red-clothed Demon Lord took a few steps towards Gu Langqing, and stretched out a hand to him——

The endless red light reflected a strange luster in the depths of the devil's lair, embellishing Gu Langqing's white clothes, which was poignant and eerie.

He said: "Okay. This seat rewards you with this opportunity."

Even Gu Langqing dared to plan himself into this unpredictable trap so unreservedly, so naturally Feng Wujing couldn't be at a disadvantage.

He thought coldly, with 30 years of life, it is not a loss to live so interestingly in the last hour.

Thus, Feng Wujing pulled Gu Langqing into his arms, and pointed his fingers directly at the man's body that was as cold as ice.

Left and right, Feng Wujing was very happy to see Gu Langqing drunk, and he was also very happy to appreciate the nonsense of Tiangan Xianzun after drinking - after all, these words, in normal times, Gu Langqing would never say it.So today, let's treat Gu Langqing as a drunkard.

It's just why, this person has already drank alcohol, but his body is still very cold.

Feng Wujing thought indifferently, then presumptuously tore off Gu Langqing's collar, and touched the successive wounds on his chest with his fingers.

Like a piece of broken porcelain, it has a unique beauty.

However, Gu Langqing's cold hand suddenly held him, and he murmured: "Don't look, ugly."

Feng Wujing didn't care, he didn't think about it at all, touching the tiny scar, he frowned: "Where did you get hurt?"

Gu Langqing shook his head and remained silent.

Xu Shi was so drunk that he buried his head in Feng Wujing's arms, pressed against his strong and elegant waist, and closed his eyes.

Feng Wujing hugged the person in his arms, suddenly speechless.

Use each other to get what you need.

When did Demon Lord Wuque become so soft-hearted.

Feng Wujing's fingertips brushed against the side of Gu Langqing's cheek, and the rough touch Gu Langqing frowned in his sleep.

He wanted to kill him.

Feng Wujing's fingertips brushed against the blue blood vessels on Gu Langqing's neck, and he hesitated.

In the end, he let go.

If Gu Langqing died, then the rest of his life would be too boring.

If he wanted to die, Gu Langqing had to die, but he had to die when he died.

Bury him with him.

Feng Wujing walked forward, but didn't notice that Gu Langqing was tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

The hand was gripping so tightly that the knuckles were turning blue.

Gu Langqing lay down quietly, thinking absentmindedly, Heavenly Stem Immortal Venerable, he is really cowardly.

He only dared to show his love through wine, he was really the first one.

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Holding the scroll in his palm, Su Fenggu struggled to collect news from the demon world decades ago.

But none of these people know!

He is a Demon Lord, and it is not easy for him to come out in disguise like this to spread news.

Su Fenggu thought a little depressed.

Among these demon cultivators, the young ones have never heard of what happened back then, the middle-aged ones only entered the demon world in recent years, and the old ones said they couldn't remember clearly.

But this is too coincidental, right?

No matter how slow he was because of Su Feng, he also noticed something was wrong, one or two were normal, but every one of them asked in the past was like this, so it was not normal.

Su Feng thought why not go back first and ask the seniors what countermeasures they have.

This must have been deliberately concealed.

Suddenly, he thought of the place where the demon world secretly bought and sold news, according to others.

Su Fenggu hesitated for a moment, but still headed towards that place.

-

In the magic palace, a rose flower in full bloom swayed by the window, rendering the dim color of light, crumbling.

The crystal clear water drops slid down and disappeared into the potholes on the ground.

As the lights turned on and off, between flickering and flickering, Feng Wujing grabbed Gu Langqing, and through the gaps in his hair, he looked at the chaos outside the window.

I don't know if he woke up, or if he didn't want to wake up.

He somewhat regretted his decision.

Feng Wujing picked up a strand of Gu Langqing's black hair and played with it.

The man's face was flushed, and he buried himself in his arms, occasionally babbling a few words that he couldn't understand.

Speaking of which, it is outrageous for the Celestial Immortal Venerable to leave the Immortal Realm alone and come to the Demon Realm to pester him.

At the end of the previous life, those immortal cultivators were indeed looking for trouble for him, and then the evil gods...

"Evil God..."

The person in his arms suddenly murmured something in a low voice, which echoed in the empty and silent magic palace, and Feng Wujing heard it clearly.

He frowned, but still lowered his head: "What happened to the evil god?"

Gu Langqing opened his eyes in confusion, his eyes were filled with steam, he looked at Feng Wujing vaguely, and put his palm on the man's shoulder: "The evil god invades, the fairy world is in trouble."

Feng Wujing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Why did you tell me this? Do you think that if the fairy world is in trouble, I will go to save it? The Demon Lord is not a kind person."

Gu Langqing closed his eyes, leaned on Feng Wujing's body, and leaned on his neck lightly: "Master Mozun, I'm in your hands now, remember what you promised me."

Feng Wujing was inexplicably irritated, he grabbed Gu Langqing angrily, and raised his jaw: "You also know that you are in my hands now, so what can you do if you go or not, Gu Lang clear?"

"I can't do anything about it," Gu Langqing said slowly, then gently pushed Feng Wujing away, and managed to get out of the person's arms with clever strength. Under the dim light, his face was flushed, "Master Mozun, you What do you think?"

Feng Wujing looked at the person approaching, the remaining warmth in his chest made him scratch his heart and lungs.

He curled the corners of his lips coldly, picked up the person in front of him and carried him into his arms.

Gu Langqing's back directly touched the perfect muscle line of the man, and a muffled hum came out of his throat, adding a bit of ambiguity to the spreading air.

Feng Wujing sighed, and met his lips without hesitation.

Gu Langqing's eyes suddenly widened.

The cruelty of this kiss.

This is the first time since his rebirth, they...

Gu Langqing couldn't help but let out a few low whimpers, Feng Wujing was like a beast, devouring all the air in his lips, kissing him until he couldn't breathe.

Fog rose from his drunken eyes, and Feng Wujing's offensive was about to break out.

The rose was swaying in the wind, biting the bright moon tightly, the clouds were dense, and it was pouring rain.

The distance between the two is very close, and there is a dangerous atmosphere all around, causing Gu Langqing's body to tremble physiologically, tremblingly grasping Feng Wujing's body, biting his lips tightly, for fear that any sound would suddenly break voice out.

It was rare for Feng Wujing to see Gu Langqing like this, he seemed to have woken up from alcohol, and was holding him tightly.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but chuckled: "What are you doing so tightly? I will hug you and you won't be able to fall."

Gu Langqing was stunned for a moment, then loosened his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, there was a storm.

The sails mixed with the turbulent waves set sail, overturning the turbulent waves and breaking through the white clouds and the moon.

Red clouds covered the moon, swallowing the remaining night, and it was pitch black.

Gu Langqing's lips were bleeding, and his mouth was full of blood, but he heard Feng Wujing whispering in his ear: "What are you holding back, scream out, I'm going to be angry."

The voice was lost in the dark night, and it was almost inaudible when it fell into the deep sea. The boat lost its direction and was lifted by the huge waves, unpredictable.

Gu Langqing murmured, and finally opened his lips. While releasing his roar, he deeply kissed the person in front of him.

Gu Langqing opened his eyes and kissed him, only to see that his red pupils changed from deep and dark to shallow and calm, and finally, Feng Wujing frowned deeply.

His fingers seemed to be on fire, brushing across the body of the piano, turning it round and round, rubbing against the strings, making a sound.

Feng Wujing allowed that body to become pink and tender, but the scars on it were particularly eye-catching.

Gu Langqing closed his eyes slightly, sweat soaked the end of his eyes.The rough touch suddenly passed across his cheeks, and Gu Langqing suddenly realized that it was actually Feng Wujing who was wiping his sweat.

Tears or sweat, it doesn't matter.

Feng Wujing's tone was obviously displeased: "Where did you get hurt? When the soul merged?"

After a deep impact, he lowered his head, "No, I've seen this injury before."

Feng Wujing looked at those traces, tightly clasped Gu Langqing's wrist, silver bells jingled, and roses wafted.

The waves finally overturned the ship, and the white foam was blown up, and the gulls cried out in alarm.

Feng Wujing said: "I've seen it, in the illusion, you were injured like this."