How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

The Lord of the North Sea once stood proudly above all the gods. Everyone knew that he was the son of an ancient god, and everyone knew that he had profound magical powers, so no one would challenge him.

Just because no one provokes him doesn't mean that no one wants to defeat him. There are many masters in this world who have fallen under the icy qi of Lord Bei Ming.

But no one can defeat him. There are countless gods in this world. He is the role model of all gods, and everyone wants to challenge him.

However, Lord Bei Ming is the ancient son of God after all, and he does not take those people seriously.

In particular, there is a cultivator named Zhuo Erqun, who is said to be the favored one among all cultivators. If anyone has the hope of defeating the Lord of the North Sea, it must be Zhuo Erqun.

But Zhuo Erqun did not seem to want to defeat the Lord of the North Sea. He pursued higher power. When he learned that the ancient son of the Lord of the North Sea possessed the most powerful power in the world, he ran to become his disciple with a very pious attitude.

Unexpectedly, he was kicked from the main hall to the foot of the mountain by Bei Ming Shen Jun, who left him a message: "Ugly bastard."

Yes, Zhuo Erqun is a bit ugly. Although his name is nice, he is not a very good person.

Many young girls in the world of immortal cultivation admired this favored child of heaven and wanted to see his true appearance. However, they were greatly disappointed after seeing him. It could not be said that he was ordinary, but only that he was a little ugly.

People in the world of cultivation will do their best to improve their appearance after they have reached a certain level of cultivation. After all, a good appearance can gain the favor of others in the first place.

Zhuo Erqun was also adjusted, and it has been adjusted to the upper limit. His height was adjusted to what people in the cultivation world expected, but his face shape could not be adjusted no matter what. Although his height increased, he was obviously a little hunchbacked.

With a square face, triangular eyes and a square mouth, he looks ordinary yet a bit ugly.

But if I have to praise him, I can also say that he is upright.

After all, the square shape gives people a feeling of being honest, sunny and cheerful.

Zhuo Erqun didn't seem unhappy about being beaten down from the Beiming Temple. He even happily shared his interesting stories with others. He only said, "This ancient god has a bad temper. If you go there, don't make him angry."

But he didn't mention that the God thought he was ugly and an eyesore.

He just felt that this God was spoiled by the title of the son of the ancient gods. Everyone doted on him, so he became too arrogant.

This incident did not spread in the fairy world, but it left a psychological trauma on Zhuo Erqun. Whenever someone looked at him for a second longer, he felt that they were calling him "ugly".

The Lord of the North Sea had no idea that his casual kick and curse had left such a shadow on the young Zhuoer group.

He only regarded him as one of the many mortals who came to become his disciples. Those people only annoyed him. He did not want to accept them as disciples and wanted to kick them out when he saw them.

In fact, he kicked more than one person, but only that one was called ugly.

The person who was kicked the most was the only disciple he had ever accepted. It was also this disciple who caused his death and made him a big joke in the world of immortal cultivation.

At this time, Fan Wujiu was lost in his memories, but Jiang Luo was admiring this hot spring cave.

This cave seemed to be built by dragons, and was filled with all kinds of gems, jades and colorful treasures.

Turning around, I saw that the old mountain spirit was actually an old dragon, but he was not the Sea Dragon King or the River Dragon King, but the Earth Dragon King that was born and raised in this hot spring.

A Earth Dragon King is so rich, no wonder people say that the dragon clan are all wealthy families.

Lao Tulong said to Jiang Luo cheerfully, "Young Master, please change your clothes?"

Jiang Luo thought, why do you call me Young Master? Do I look very young?

Fan Wujiu's voice came from behind: "Let me change it for him! Uncle Long, go and do your thing."

Lao Tulong raised his walking stick, bowed to Fan Wujiu, turned around and disappeared at the entrance of the hot spring cave.

Jiang Luo took a step back with the clothes and asked, "You...change your own clothes, don't worry about me."

However, Fan Wujiu walked forward stubbornly and began to unbutton his clothes, one button at a time, very slowly. His slender fingers moved on his collar, looking inexplicably erotic.

Well, what is about to happen next is indeed not suitable for children.

Jiang Luo said: "Fan Wujiu, you are an ancient god, why do you have to be entangled with me? I am just an ordinary mortal. With your status and position, who can't you find? If you just beckon your finger, I'm afraid there are countless people who will crawl under you, right?"

Fan Wujiu was very close to him, and when he heard him ask this, he chuckled and said, "Well said, I didn't even know about this, so how did you know?"

Jiang Luo said: "With your status and position..."

Before Jiang Luo could finish, Fan Wujiu asked, "With my status and position, do I have to use my power to oppress others?"

Jiang Luoyu choked and thought to himself, aren't you such a person?

Unexpectedly, the next second, Fan Wujiu gently pulled off his shirt, revealing his smooth shoulders and tender, flat back. Then Fan Wujiu said, "Okay! I am indeed such a person. But in my life, I have only used power to suppress one person..."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Jiang Luo's ear and whispered, "It's you."

Jiang Luo was slightly startled and asked, "What was my relationship with you in my previous life?"

When asked this, Jiang Luohui suddenly thought of Fan Wujiu's words about killing his master. He suddenly looked up and asked, "Am I your... um..."

Jiang Luo's lips were blocked by Fan Wujiu, and he realized that he had been stripped naked by him and put on that soft and weightless ice silk pajamas.

Fan Wujiu turned over and picked him up, then walked slowly towards the hot spring, with the hot steam rising up around his body.

Jiang Luo asked curiously, "You seem to like hot springs very much?"

Fan Wujiu hummed: "It was too cold before, I like to stay in a warm place."

Jiang Luo frowned: "Too cold? Aren't you practicing the power of Yangyan? How can you be cold? It should be hot, right?"

Fan Wujiu didn't say anything, he just put him on a very smooth stone and gently scrubbed his chest and back. Soon, Jiang Luo's fair and tender skin turned red from being scrubbed by him.

Jiang Luo said: "Wash your own! I can wash it myself."

Fan Wujiu was surprised: "So you're cooperating? You resisted so much last time, but now you're not struggling?"

Jiang Luo replied: "What's the use of struggling? Am I the one who suffers? If I struggle and you let me go, then what am I waiting for? I started struggling when you grabbed me."

Fan Wujiu raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, then smiled softly with great satisfaction, "That's great, you're still so obedient, but it's a pity that deep down you'll never obey. On the surface, you just do what I say, but in fact, you've already planned how to kill me. Tell me, how do you want me to die this time?"

Jiang Luo's face showed some confusion, and he asked: "Fan Wujiu, am I really your disciple? Are you my...master?"

This time Fan Wujiu did not deny it. In fact, this important identity made him feel a little ashamed. It was he who came to him to beg for mercy and knelt in front of his Beiming Palace for four months. He was just curious about what kind of mortal had such perseverance.

So he quietly went out and took a look. Just with that one look, he memorized that stubborn and pretty little face in his heart.

He thought at that time that this little mortal was quite good-looking, a thousand times more beautiful than that ugly guy from last time.

So he stepped forward and asked the little mortal: "Are you here to become my disciple?"

The little mortal signed with a handsome face: "Yes."

He asked again: "Why do you want to become a disciple?"

The little mortal replied: "Revenge."

He asked: "Revenge for whom?"

The little mortal replied: "For my parents, my sister, and my brother-in-law."

He said "oh" at the time, thinking that he had many enemies, but he really didn't want to accept apprentices. Apprentices were too troublesome and useless.

But the little mortal in front of him was different. He was handsome. There were so many gods and monsters coming and going in his Beiming Palace, and the one who could look like this was the best in the world.

People like this all have great opportunities, and he shouldn't care about him, but he looks like this, and he really likes him and wants to keep him by his side.

So he asked, "He said that you have to agree to any of his conditions in order to be his apprentice. He said you have to do whatever he asks you to do and you can't resist. Can you do it?"

He remembered that he answered like this: "As long as I can learn the Ice Qi, I can agree to anything."

So, the child was like a little lamb, falling into the mouth of the big bad wolf.