On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

Juemin suffered from insomnia for the first time in this world, rolled over on the bed, his eyes dimmed.

He received the last mainline task on the task board in the early hours of this morning.

[The mission has reached the final stage]

[Please make your choice according to your heart]

[The task is divided into two parts]

[First, stay in this world to complete the task of growing old together with Luo Jichen, and the reward will be Luo Jichen ascending to the immortal divine way]

This means that if Juemin stays, then Ding Zhiwei and him will ascend to the immortal way together and become a couple of immortals who live together and fly together.

[Second, kill Luo Jichen, the reward is the chance to return to the original world]

[Please make your choice]

Another flock of geese flew past the window.

On the deep and secluded hilltop, the candlelight of the Yamashita Yedian is flickering.

Finally waited until this moment, a whole year.

Juemin took a deep breath, and now he has to bid farewell to this world.

Juemin hides in the dark night surrounded by loneliness.

Choose one of the two, in his heart Luo Jichen will always be the one who was abandoned.It's nothing serious, just eager to get back to that person.He is not a good person, so he will have his own likes and dislikes.

Luo Jichen's birthday banquet was in full swing again.

Feng Buzhan and Ding Zhiwei stood in front of the mirror together, and Bai Fengming bought some new clothes from the foot of the mountain some time ago, specially for her Junior Brother Luo.It is said that breaking through the way of immortals and gods is really a major event worth celebrating in the past thousand years. This is a thousand years, a thousand years.

Although…

It seems that my junior brother has not changed in any particular way.

"By the way, have you really made a breakthrough? Immortal Dao? Is that the Immortal Dao? After breaking through, why hasn't there been any change?" Bai Fengming poked Ding Zhiwei's arm and asked seriously.

Feng Buzhan carefully picked clothes for Ding Zhiwei, Ding Zhiwei nodded as if pretending to be profound, and did not speak.

"Then tell me, what's the difference?" Bai Fengming continued to ask.

Ding Zhiwei shook his head, but still didn't speak.

"No way, Junior Brother, Junior Brother Luo, Luo Jichen, are you so stingy? Your senior sister, I'm still waiting for you to ascend to immortality and take me to travel in the blue sky?" Bai Fengming was disappointed, what can't be said?

Feng Buzhan next to him seemed to be interested, and said: "Jichen, if your senior sister wants to know, you should tell her, otherwise she won't be able to sleep tonight."

"That's right, listen to what Brother Feng said." Bai Fengming snorted: "Do you feel that you can fly anytime and anywhere? And there are..."

Ding Zhiwei smiled wryly in his heart, where did he become immortal?That day, Feng Buzhan went to bring someone to protect the Dharma, and he deliberately kept it from other people. No one knew that it was not him but Juemin who ascended to the immortal way that day.

Even so, he couldn't speak, so he couldn't justify himself, and he didn't need to.

And this matter, Feng Buzhan doesn't know yet.

Bai Fengming finally left in a huff, and before he left, he said a harsh word: "You wait for Luo Jichen, don't try to host me a grand birthday party this time! I will definitely let you Become the laughing stock of the Dao world for thousands of years!"

Of course, this is just angry talk.It's not that Bai Fengming doesn't know how kind Luo Jichen is to Ding Zhiwei.How can someone who loves her junior so much be so reluctant to speak with a knife and a bean curd heart.

Feng Buzhan helped him try on the last piece of clothing.

Ding Zhiwei closed his clothes, subconsciously pursed his lips and wanted to say "Thank you brother", until he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, only to realize that he had long since lost his voice.

Feng Buzhan stopped arranging his clothes: "Jichen, you've become a little strange."

Ding Zhiwei froze.

"You haven't said a word to us for so many days. Is it because you are in a bad mood? Or is there something wrong with the senior brother. If you speak directly, the senior brother will correct it."

Ding Zhiwei shook his head.

"Then why don't you speak?"

Ding Zhiwei laughed dumbly, feeling helpless in his heart.

"Let senior brother take a look."

After finishing speaking, before Ding Zhiwei had time to dodge sideways, Feng Buzhan had already put his hand on his back.

A warm current rushed into his chest.Ding Zhiwei sighed in his heart, but he still couldn't hide it. He naively thought that no one would find out.It's okay, but it's just a few days ago, and it doesn't matter if it's discovered.

But a stick of incense, the face of the wind gradually became ugly.

His voice became unbelievable like never before: "What's wrong with your voice? Why did it become like this?"

The next moment he thought that Ding Zhiwei could no longer speak.

So he clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve.

After a long time, people began to shout outside to eat.

Only when the wind did not show up did he control his emotions that kept spilling out.

"He's looking for you, isn't he?"

he?Ding Zhiwei frowned.

A gloomy color flashed in Feng Buzhan's eyes, and he continued, "You should know Jiang He, right?"

Ding Zhiwei pursed his lips, still not knowing what Feng Buzhan meant.

"I knew that he would definitely not let you go. So, Jiang He should tell you who I am, right?" Feng Buzhan's expression showed a trace of pain: "I'm sorry, Zhiwei, I shouldn't have kept the secret. with you."

In fact, what Ding Zhiwei wanted to ask most was why he died. Not only did Juemin lose part of his memory, even he himself didn't know how he died.He didn't even know who Feng Buzhan was and why he wanted to save himself.

"Did he do it? He made you like this?"

Jiang He did it?Not really.

"Jiang He..." Feng Buzhan chewed on the name.

"Zhiwei, it's fine, as long as you stay by your side obediently, senior brother will always find a way to heal your throat." After finishing speaking with a smile, Feng Buzhan's expression suddenly became distorted, a feeling that had never appeared before. The madness of the past spread out, and Ding Zhiwei was tightly locked in the smiling eyes.

This can't help but make Ding Zhiwei's hair stand on end for a moment, suddenly he has a feeling that he is the inevitable prey of the opponent, and he will never turn over if he is firmly controlled by the opponent.

This feeling was too depressing, Ding Zhiwei took two steps back to distance himself from the wind, and was able to breathe.

Feng Buzhan's temperament became very strange at the moment, completely different from before, as if they were two completely different people, and Feng Buzhan did not give him a very good feeling now, that familiar feeling made Ding Zhiwei A bad picture came to mind.

For example... Feng Buzhan is gay?

To be precise, it is like Juemin's unreasonable attachment, but this feeling in Feng Buzhan's body is even stronger, more like madness like agitation.

If Ding Zhiwei could still speak, he would definitely want to ask, "Have you taken a fancy to me?"

But we can't.

Feng Buzhan held Ding Zhiwei's arm: "Don't be afraid of me, I'm a good person."