One Hundred Ways to Become a God

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He Yan endured it, so he didn't directly slap the face in front of him who didn't know how thick it was.

Liao Yezhou took the opportunity to hold his wrist, as if he could see what was going on in his heart, Xuxu held his wrist and slapped himself, making a crisp "slap" sound in the silent room.

Then the wound on his face that was pierced by the ice pick burst open in an instant, and a ray of bright red blood slid down Liao Yezhou's cheek, condensed on his thin jaw, and fell to his collar, smudged red on it, looking very is miserable.

There was a hint of color between his brows and eyes, and he looked very sharp when his face was sullen and expressionless. Frowning his brows like this, his eyes showed a bit of fragility, and against a little injury, people felt pity unconsciously.

He Yan: "..."

A demon cultivator with a higher cultivation base than him is more fragile than a child in the foundation period.

If he hadn't known that he hadn't poured spiritual power into his palm at all just now, he would have almost believed it.

This apprentice, in modern times, might be able to win a movie king...

Too lazy to cooperate with the other party's performance, He Yan wanted to pull his hand out, but his apprentice with a weak face firmly held his wrist tightly, preventing him from pulling it away.

He Yan said: "Let go."

Liao Yezhou not only did not let go, but also pressed his hand on one of his intact cheeks, rubbed his cheek on it coquettishly, and said softly: "Master, don't you intend to forgive me?"

He Yan said: "Your Majesty saved my life, how dare I be resentful? It's just that Your Majesty and I are not in the same path—"

The smile on the other party's face faded a little, and suddenly he stuck out his tongue and licked his soft palm, interrupting his words, with a hoarse voice: "Why are you not a fellow? I have been under my sect for a hundred years, and the kindness of the centuries-old teaching has not yet been repaid, so my apprentice dare not be unfilial."

In fact, there is no careful teaching. In the past hundred years, he has not even met Master Kongxuan a few times, and even if he met, he could not speak ten words. The love of disciples.

He Yan rolled his eyes in his heart, and said coldly, "No need."

There was a hint of grievance in Liao Yezhou's voice: "Master is so hard-hearted, why don't you even give me a chance to make up for it?"

He Yan fell into silence: "..."

Wait, the person who was deceived and raped was obviously him, why did the other party still wronged him?

However, Liao Yezhou not only felt aggrieved confidently, but also tried to lean over and kiss his chin after being aggrieved.

He Yan, who was not in a good mood, didn't want to be obsessed with him, so he pushed the head away with his other free hand.

In the end, he pushed it away, but he pushed it away, and finally fell on his shoulder, dawdling like a big dog.

He Yan pulled away the head that kept looking for angles to harass him, and used some spiritual power to cut off a strand of hair in front of his forehead, warning him not to go too far.

In fact, according to the original character of Master Kongxuan, he should have already fought Liao Yezhou by now.

But he is not the real Kongxuan, although this person in front of him has a lot of tricks, but he is his most important person, if he really wants to beat him to death, he is absolutely reluctant.

Liao Yezhou probably also tested his soft heart, so he dared to pester him so shamelessly.

I'm afraid this will never get better.

After being pushed away, Liao Yezhou looked down at the strand of hair that had been shaved and fell on the side of the bed. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he reached out to pick it up and rubbed it twice with his hands.

Holding this strand of hair, he suddenly cut off a small strand of black hair from the end of He Yan's hair unexpectedly, then tied the two strands of hair together and put them into his arms happily, saying: "So that's what Master meant."

A bad premonition emerged in He Yan's heart.

Liao Yezhou said with a smile: "Master has already agreed, so you can't go back on your word."

He Yan:? ? ?

What did he promise?

Liao Yezhou went on to say: "Where can the master say that the double cultivation ceremony will be held?"

He Yan: "..."

In the end, He Yan couldn't hold back, and beat up the apprentice who was stuffed with so much rubbish in his head.

The other party wanted to curry favor with him, pretended to be pitiful, and didn't use spiritual energy to protect his body, so He Yan just hit him twice, and the man had two more scars that "looked serious, but it's nothing serious". Upset and upset, someone accidentally pinned his wrist, and curled up on the bed to "tell" his grievances.

"Master, the disciple you beat hurts so much..."

The commotion between the two tribulation-crossing monks was still very loud, and the formation couldn't completely stop it, so some fluctuations leaked out.

In the side hall not far away, someone was whispering.

"I heard that His Holiness is back..."

"What is His Holiness doing with such a big commotion?"

"I don't know, maybe I caught a powerful monster and came back, and it's being tamed..."

……

And in the main hall, the powerful monster captured by the master of the palace is being tamed by biting its ears, and its tail is flailing wildly on the master.

Although He Yan really wanted to kick this foolish apprentice away, unfortunately, although his inner demons had been resolved in the past three years, the estrus hadn't passed yet, and he had never rejected him subconsciously. Passed Liao Yezhou, so once someone pinched his weakness, he could only be slaughtered like fish on a chopping board.

The momentum that had been saved with great difficulty was gone.

So everyone in the Northern Territory knew that Venerable Liuyan returned to his palace after disappearing for a hundred years, and stayed in seclusion for another three years before coming out.

When he left the customs, he held a beautiful white-haired fox in his arms.

This fox has fine and soft white fur like a brocade, the color is like the white snow floating all year round in the Northern Territory, the ends of the ears are short and round, and the thick, long and fluffy tail dragging behind it is more than half the length of the body. It looks like the Northern Territory Local varieties.

Yu Ling reported to the venerable the events of the past century in detail, and at the same time couldn't help but look at the venerable's arms.

The fox squatting in the arms of the Venerable has a pair of pure black pupils like black crystals, inlaid in the snow-like white hair all over the body, becoming the only black spot like lacquer, and the coldness revealed from it The breath actually gave her a chill from the bottom of her heart.

She couldn't see through the level of this fox.

This fox has an extremely fierce temperament. Whenever the Venerable Master stretched out his well-articulated hand to brush across its back, he would be whipped severely with his tail. If he touched the tail, it would be even more serious, and he would be turned back immediately Take a bite on your wrist!

It's just that their always indifferent venerable not only didn't mind, but even showed a very conniving look, allowing the fox to attack him, and still lovingly petting it.

——The result was that he was bitten even more severely.

Liao Yezhou said lightly, "Yu Ling."

Yu Ling heard a warning from this sound, and immediately looked solemn, and took back his sight that crossed the line.

Liao Yezhou no longer teased the fox in his arms, but only put his hand on the lower part of its neck, and his fingertips sank a little into the soft fur, like pressing into a freshly fallen snow. He didn't ask his subordinates to be distracted One thing, just said: "Go out."

After Yu Ling saluted, he obediently withdrew from the palace. After leaving, he couldn't help but think of the picture of the Venerable holding the fox in his mind.

The Venerable's love for the monster in his arms was almost undisguised.

She wondered in confusion, when did His Holiness have been so gentle?She has been with the Venerable for so many years, and she has only seen him so close to other creatures just now.

However, that fox was indeed extremely beautiful, and his strength was estimated to be higher than hers, so it was reasonable for the Venerable to be pleased when he saw it.

It's just that the fox's temperament is too fierce, so wild and unruly, if one day he annoys the Venerable, he doesn't know how it will end.

wrong--

She suddenly realized belatedly that although the fox had been biting people seemingly rebelliously, it was actually not exerting any force and its posture was very relaxed.

...has it been tamed?

In the main hall, as soon as Yu Ling's figure disappeared, their venerable touched the snout of the fox in his arms, and fiddled with the white beard twice.

——Then his clothes were scratched immediately.

After tearing up the other party's cuffs, He Yan immediately jumped off Liao Yezhou's lap, turned back into a human form, and said, "Don't go too far."

It was another three years of double cultivation, this time he was awake from beginning to end, and he couldn't push all the blame on Liao Yezhou's head like last time, so he had to acquiesce in this sticky relationship.

It was because Liao Yezhou still had some brains anyway, so he didn't get angry with him like last time. If it happened again, he would definitely break this man's third leg cruelly regardless of his old feelings.

Liao Yezhou got up from the seat, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and restlessly touched his hair hanging behind him, and said affectionately: "Master's body is too soft, this disciple can't control it."

He Yan wanted to hit someone, "..."

Liao Yezhou hugged the master and sat back on the spacious seat intimately, trying to wrap the master in his arms.

He Yan skillfully pushed away his approaching face and said, "It's time for me to return to Tianji Sect."

The expression on Liao Yezhou's face froze for a moment, and then he forced his head into the socket of Master's neck in aggrieved manner.