Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Chunyi was about to clean Cangshui Peak for his master, but found that someone had turned the place into a mess.

He shouted loudly, and when the man turned around, he turned out to be the master.

"Master?" Chunyi was slightly surprised. Didn't she leave the Lingxu Sect?

No, although this man looks exactly like the master, there is something strange about him.

"Chajiu" waved his hand and swept Chunyi out of Cangshui Peak.

She didn't even bother to deal with a Jindan boy.

Half a month later, the news that the new head of the Lingxu Sect was getting married to the sect's saint spread throughout the world of immortality.

Naturally, it also spread to the Holy Land.

Di Shen sat cross-legged on the ground, raising his head to look at the light curtain in mid-air, his chin almost lifted into a straight line.

The light screen was showing the wedding of Heng Qingyao and Fake Chajiu, as well as various scenes of the two of them showing no shame.

Laishen's face was expressionless and he waved his hand to disperse the light curtain.

Di Shen was very interested: "Are you jealous?"

Lin Shen said indifferently: "She is fake."

"But even if it's fake, you won't be happy if you see it." Di Shen said, "What are you afraid of?"

The god did not answer anymore.

After a long time, he finally opened his golden eyes, raised his hand and took back the divine light that Di Shen had turned into.

As the divine light returned bit by bit, his calm sea of ​​consciousness began to roll with huge waves.

A majestic and unfamiliar human emotion surged over him.

It has the fragrance of peach blossoms from Cangshui Peak, and the green buds are slightly bitter.

It smells like corolla.

And...her smell.

Xishen suddenly felt a splitting headache. He frowned slightly, enduring the impact of these strange feelings, and his golden eyes began to gradually transform into jet black.

……

At this time, Cha Jiu was hiding in the fantasy world of Mountains and Rivers and role-playing.

The mountain and river map was in tatters before, and the God of God disliked it very much and did not want to integrate it into the sanctuary.

Chajiu simply picked it up and kept it for himself.

Willow tree, Buddhist temple.

The familiar image of a woman setting herself on fire.

But this time Cha Jiu was no longer a bystander, but entered the woman's body.

"Ah, God, please let me meet that dead ghost on the road to hell, oh no, the man I love most."

Cha Jiu walked through the plot perfunctorily, holding a candle and preparing to start burning the Buddhist temple.

The corner of the system's mouth twitched: "You don't have any acting skills like Shanhe Tu."

Cha Jiu: "I went to the fantasy world just to kill my soul. I can just say the lines as I please. Anyway, it will be self-immolation in the end."

The system is suspicious: "If you consume your soul like this, will the God really come?"

I have visited this Buddhist hall fantasy more than 80 times.

Suddenly, the favorability value that had not been touched for a long time increased.

The system was surprised and said: "Chacha, the favorability has gone up! 30.00%, forty, fifty, sixty!"

Oh my god, isn’t Chajiu in the Mountains and Rivers Picture? How could Laishen have a favorable impression on his own?

"It seems that the seed has sprouted." Cha Jiu was not surprised.

She smiled slightly and began to tilt the candle, trying to light the curtain.

A strong wind blew without warning and extinguished the candle.

Chajiu was stunned for a moment.

System: "The God is here!"

There was still no one around the Buddhist hall, and it was quiet.

The wind blew the willow branches.

The deep and steady smell of incense seems to be earnestly advising the world to stay away from lust.

The familiar clear and bitter taste reappeared, and Chajiu felt an invisible arm gently wrap around his waist.

System: "Ah...Rongshen has entered the role of the ghost of the late husband. You guys really know how to play. I'll leave first."

disappeared instantly.

The feeling of confinement around her waist became stronger and stronger, and Cha Jiu was locked in a void but reassuring embrace by an invisible force.

"Is it...you?" Chajiu asked tentatively, "Jingwen?"

Jingwen is the name of the woman's late husband.

Cha Jiu did it on purpose.

Sure enough, when Cha Jiu called out this name, the invisible force became angry.

The objects on the incense table were swept to the ground, and even the statues of gods began to shake and fall to the ground, falling to pieces.

He would not allow her to have other gods.

Not even in a false illusion.

Chajiu's chin was pinched and her head was forced to turn to the side. Although there was no one there, she could really feel a cold and bitter kiss falling on her lips.

The person who kissed her was very unskilled. At first, he just ravaged and bit her lips without any rules.

Cha Jiu felt pain and let out a soft cry.

Her lip was bitten.

The man stopped.

After a while, he continued to approach tentatively, gently and repeatedly licking the wound on her lips.

Chajiu couldn't help but let out a shallow moan, her plump and moist lips parted slightly, and the bitter kiss invaded the tip of her tongue without hesitation.

So sweet.

Sure enough, it is as sweet as the juice of the twisted flower buds.

The kiss became more violent, like a violent storm, with a strong sense of encroachment, frantically grabbing the sweet fluid in Chajiu's mouth.

He pressed the tea cup on the incense table, kissed it passionately, and let the big tree of lust tear his reason to pieces.

Cha Jiu's plain white clothes were loose, and her belt had already fallen to the ground.

Her hands were still struggling, holding on to the skirt of her clothes.

Little did they know that the spring light was looming, but there was even more beauty in wanting to reject it but to welcome it in return.

His hands reached into his clothes and caressed the silvery snow-capped mountains.

Cha Jiu's face was flushed, and the ends of his slightly raised eyes were also stained with a seductive crimson.

Her peach blossom tears were filled with tears, which seemed to be aggrieved and longing at the same time.

"Do you like me?"

She asked this question as if complaining.

The burning kiss stopped immediately.

Tears filled Chajiu's eyes even more, and she sobbed softly: "If you don't like me, why do you still come to provoke me?"

There was a faint sigh, floating in the wind.

His kiss fell again, with a hint of pity.

He leaned on her Bai Yuxue shoulder and kissed her gently, as if to express his love for her and his helplessness.

But Cha Jiu insisted on letting him say it.

She gained strength, pushed out the invisible embrace, and made a wish to the broken statue with tears on her face.

"I don't want to follow my late husband. I hope we never meet again in hell or in the next life."

As her words fell, the self-immolation woman's obsession was shattered.

The scene of the Buddhist temple in front of him also began to distort and change.

Cha Jiu opened her eyes again and found herself wearing a red wedding dress and sitting alone in her new house.

The surrounding red candles, windows, and walls are all covered with red happy words.

It should be the fantasy of the crow and the princess.

From time to time, the whispers of women and maids in the distance could be heard outside the door.

Ordinary people can't hear it from such a long distance.

But Cha Jiu is already a monk in the Void Refining Stage, and he can hear sounds very clearly from this distance.

"My son has finally married the emperor's most beloved princess. Now the status of the General's Palace will last for a hundred years."

"Mrs. Dude planned and arranged for the two to meet and fall in love by chance when the princess was young. She also taught the young general how to please the princess, and this was how they got married."

"Oh, my son is pitiful too. He sacrificed his life for the sake of the family. He obviously doesn't like her, but he still pretends to be deeply in love and humble to please her."

The woman wiped away her tears and sighed, as if her son had married a princess and gained a lot of honors, but he still suffered great grievances.

Then she ordered the old lady: "Have all my son's bedrooms and the dozen or so outer rooms outside been hidden?"

We can’t let the royal family know about this!

The mother-in-law responded repeatedly: "Hide it well, hide it well, and make sure the princess doesn't find it."

After hearing this, Chajiu understood everything in his heart.

It turns out that the so-called youthful love between the young general and the princess was just a trap set by the man early in the morning.

No wonder the young general immediately changed his mind when the crow turned into a beautiful concubine to seduce her.

How ridiculous.

At this moment, a crow flew across the night sky and landed on the open window sill of the new house.

Its eyes are silent and profound, filled with compassion and unspeakable affection.

Chajiu walked over and leaned down to look at him.

"If you don't like me, why bother chasing me?"

"Lord Qishen?"

(Sorry, I'm a little late today, but I'll be on time tomorrow at nine o'clock, sorry)