Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The deepest color was reflected in his pupils. A few crimson rocks suddenly entered his sight, bare and lonely. The rocks were far apart, and the broken edges on the top were narrow and pointed, with the most bloodthirsty point pointing to the sky.

On the desolate and bleak Gobi Desert, a monk who had lost his way was walking alone, still wearing the robes he wore before Dunlun.

Black is the ruler of this world, and the land unique to the demon world is now being crushed under his feet.

The bright light in his eyes was blocked, leaving only his righteousness and clear appearance.

When did he faint? When did he have this dream? Since it was a dream he created, then the child... Bai Luoli's heart skipped a beat. Before he could feel the hand hanging down by his side, the empty feeling rising from his abdomen was immediately transmitted to his brain.

Not daring to believe his own thoughts, the man placed his hand accurately on his lower abdomen, and sure enough... it was not as full and round as he was familiar with, but rather flat, a place that no living being had ever settled on.

It was a simple action, but he maintained it for a long time. The dream was the opposite. This was just an illusion. His child would be safe and sound. He was scaring himself. He couldn't... couldn't have such an ominous thought. As a father, it was only natural for him to hope that the child would be born safely.

If you keep comforting your depressed emotions in your heart, you have to find a way to wake yourself up and escape from the dream.

At least let him prove that his judgment is correct.

He mobilized the slack spiritual power in his body and bombarded it indiscriminately in all directions. At the locations that he "favored", a large mushroom exploded at the same time.

The "bang bang" sounds came one after another, and the dazzling smoke and dust started a carnival party far away from him. The already turbid visibility on the ground was stirred up by Bai Luoli. The smoke and dust on the periphery did not dissipate for a long time, and gradually formed a haze that covered the sky and the earth, and surrounded the person who made the move from all sides.

The desperate suffocation began to replay, his memory went back to the scene in the underwater prison. The bright road was blocked by despair, and the desire to survive was worn away by the despair. From the beginning to the end, he was waiting... waiting for a life-saving straw that would not be eroded by the sea water.

His upright body was controlled by fear. After all, the darkness was not the source of his fear, but the love from his parents and family that he lost and could never find again during this stage of his childhood and in his later life.

The sense of existence that is dispensable, the sense of security that is real and false, from resistance to abandonment to disgust, from habit to abandonment and then to adaptation to abandonment. It is like grabbing a doll from a claw machine. For a doll that you like, you don’t know how much money you put in the game coins, and you keep pushing the joystick and pressing the button, just to satisfy your own desire for the least cost.

The initial love made the doll live a good life for a while, but love was only temporary. People would get tired of looking at it for a long time, and would get tired of eating it for a long time. Finally, the doll was put into the cabinet and thrown into the trash can, left to be covered with dust, and no one cleaned it.

The man felt helpless as if he was abandoned by the whole world. There was no other living thing around him for him to rely on except the harsh rocks. He sat on the ground with his legs completely numb, like a useless person, unable to recover.

“Master.” A voice called out from far away, bone-chilling yet tender, the voice piercing through the darkness in the heart and reaching the weakness of self-abandonment.

Bai Luoli looked over in the direction of the sound and slightly moved his paralyzed lower limbs. In an instant, his two legs felt as if they were stuck in a bag full of embroidery needles. The sharp pain spread throughout his body. He used a bit of spiritual power to soften his stiff muscles, which relieved the discomfort.

"Master, I'm here." The same voice sounded again, but why did it come from the back of his head?

Bai Luoli shook her head to both sides. There was a Mo Qianyu in front of her and another Mo Qianyu behind her.

The two walked at a moderate speed, and he was right at the center of the three-way connection. No, he was not that greedy! One was enough, and he did not want to play a threesome.

Mo Qianyu in front of him stretched out a hand to him, waiting for his decision, while Mo Qianyu behind him went straight to his back and put his arms around his thin waist.

The hair on the back of his neck was brushed away by "Mo Qianyu", and the white hair that had not seen the sun for many years appeared in his eyes.

"Hiss..." Bai Luoli's whole body shrank, and the tender flesh on the back of his neck was bitten heavily by his white teeth. Seeing this, Mo Qianyu in front of him also hugged him from the front without showing any weakness. He lowered his head and took a bite of the delicious side of the front neck.

"Hiss...ah!" Mad, are these two people born in the Year of the Dog? The man howled in pain.

The two people in front and behind started to play with his body. All the exposed skin was pampered by them like wolves and tigers. It was so heavy... Bai Luoli felt that the air became thin and it was very difficult to breathe.

While the last bit of consciousness was still there, he suddenly exerted force, waved his palm with the spiritual power that had just formed, and attacked the shoulders of the two men mercilessly.

He adjusted the strength of this palm strike before pushing it out. At least he could pull the two people who had not yet taken off their breasts away from him.

To see what the neck looked like, he created a water mirror from the front of him, facing his neck. He raised his jaw, and then he could clearly see the large and small strawberries distributed on his neck.

The veins on his forehead throbbed and he suddenly had an urge to beat the two men to death.

He had told them to exercise moderation, but neither of them listened to him...!

Mo Qianyu in front covered his beaten shoulder and stared at Bai Luoli with a pitiful expression, the curve of his thin lips pursed with a look of grievance and resentment.

Mo Qianyu at the back didn't have so many micro-expressions. He rubbed his aching shoulder and put down his hand, as if Bai Luoli's palm hit him just as a joke and it didn't have any deterrent effect at all.

Not only that, he could also raise a question, "Master, have you already realized that we are not a demon?"

The man lifted up the outer robe that had fallen to his elbows. He tilted his head to look at the young man, his eyes and brows moistened by lust. Coldness has never been his byword. A charming face and a seductive figure are his true personality.

The scarlet on his neck was smoothed away by the spiritual power. Bai Luoli looked back and forth between the two lovers, and finally spoke the answer through his mouth, "Yes, I have known for a long time that you two are not one, but I neglected to guide your spirit, which led to your inner demon being so strong that it could break away from your body and be out of your control. It's my fault."

"Mo Qianyu" was speechless. It turned out that his master regarded him as his inner demon.

Bai Luoli was still chattering, immersed in the guilt of the past and unable to get rid of it. "I have always been thinking over and over whether I am worthy of the status of Master. I have risen to a deeper level and feel ashamed of the eight words "Caring for the world and saving all living beings". I started from the light and passed on the foundation of being a teacher. But now, under my nose, the inner demon has erupted in the disciple's heart. It's all the Master's fault."

The first sentence was not good, Bai Luoli apologized as a couple, and the second sentence was not good, he apologized as the original master and disciple.

"Mo Qianyu" lightly pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers, well... he finally saw through it, he was just a clown who made fun of others. His master could think that he and he were not the same person, but he could not imagine that the two of them were each other's past and present lives.

The real Mo Qianyu was so moved by these words that he didn't know what words to use to express himself. He wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the man's eyes, stretched out his long arms, and let the man rest his chin on his shoulder as he snuggled in his affectionate embrace.

From an angle that the man couldn't see, Mo Qianyu provocatively asserted his sovereignty to his other self.

"Tsk!" He had only one word for him: Don't think he would give up just because it was so embarrassing!

The Master belonged to him alone in the past, and that will not change now!

Let’s wait and see! “Mo Qianyu” became ethereal and dispersed beside the two people.

Bai Luoli returned from the chaos, and what she saw was the real world.

Hands are quicker than brains, and the first thing I do after waking up is to check if the child is there.

The man let out a long sigh, and all the anxiety in his body returned to his most original calm state. Fortunately, it was just a dream.