The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment: "Say it again."

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and said nothing, but kept his face sullen, and the hands around his slender waist tightened even more.

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips, then reached out to touch the storage bag, and took it from Zhou Xuanlan's waist, "I'll take a pill."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned: "For Ye Bingran?"

"You hurt it," Shen Liuxiang weighed the black storage bag.

Zhou Xuanlan pursed the corners of his mouth coldly, with a reluctance on his face, not to mention hurting people, the people he killed were piled up like a mountain, what is this, if you hurt someone, you have to make an apology.

Shen Liuxiang: "Which elixir is the best?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "The red flame box."

Shen Liuxiang took out the red and fiery pill box, touched the box with his hand, threw it away without hesitation, and picked up the box that exuded the icy air.

Zhou Xuanlan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't believe me."

Shen Liuxiang glanced at him, opened the ice box, and sniffed the crystal clear medicine inside.

These two boxes of pills are rare things in the world, but one pill belongs to fire, and the other belongs to ice. Most of Ye Bingran's cultivation skills are ice-type. Zhou Xuanlan asked him to take the red flame box, and his thoughts are self-evident .

Shen Liuxiang looked at Ye Bingran, his right leg was injured, and it was not appropriate to limping over to deliver the pill. He condensed the spiritual energy around him and turned it into a small sword, carrying the pill box, and flew towards Ye Bingran unsteadily. go.

"How is your injury? Take this medicine to heal."

The spirit sword flew from the air, and Ye Bingran's eyes couldn't help falling on it. Although it was made with the blink of aura, it was lifelike. There was also a special word "Shen" engraved on the hilt, small and exquisite.

He looked at Lingjian and said, "No, I'm fine."

As soon as these words were said, the little spirit sword in front of him shook the pill box, and fell down as if overwhelmed.

Ye Bingran caught it subconsciously, and the little sword instantly turned into spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, leaving a touch of cold touch, and then dissipated.

He shook his hand, but he didn't catch anything, instead a pill box fell into his hand.

"Thanks, don't worry,"

Shen Liu made a loud voice, and under the gaze of Ye Bingran, he stretched out his hand to caress the handsome face of the person beside him, and then squeezed it, "Look, I'm fine."

Ye Bingran held the pill box: "..."

Suddenly there was pain on his cheek, and after realizing what happened, Zhou Xuanlan took a breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, his face still hard to hide his sullenness.

He held his fair wrist: "Don't go too far."

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows.

Ye Bingran withdrew his gaze and stared at the pill box in his hand.

He didn't want the elixir, he just wanted the little spirit sword, but unfortunately, just like the little snowman back then, it dissipated in his hands, and he couldn't catch anything

Ye Bingran sighed slightly, put the pill box on the ground, nodded slightly to Shen Liuxiang, and disappeared in place.

Shen Liuxiang couldn't stop anyone, so he had to re-condense the spirit sword and return with the pill box.

He put the box into the storage bag and was about to withdraw his hand when he accidentally touched something and rubbed his fingertips—it was the sound transmission talisman.

With Zhou Xuanlan's current status as a demon emperor, even if they are hostile to him, the emperor's palace and others will not reject his sound transmission talisman.

Shen Liuxiang took out a few sound transmission talismans, Zhou Xuanlan glanced at them, and the talismans instantly turned into green smoke.

Shen Liuxiang: "?!"

Zhou Xuanlan snatched the storage bag back, tied it around his waist, and under the annoyed gaze of the young man in red, he hugged him horizontally: "Be honest, I said I would not hand over Ni Lin to the imperial palace."

Shen Liuxiang raised Ni Lin: "If you are worried, I will let Ni Lin go to you first, and give it to me when I come back."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes to look at him, and said softly: "You think I will believe that you will come back after going to the imperial palace?"

Shen Liuxiang: "Why don't you believe me?"

A meaningful expression appeared on Zhou Xuanlan's face: "Because it's not up to you then, I guess Di Xingchen will let you go and never return."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Shen Liuxiang didn't know why he said that, but he was inexplicably horrified, "It's all right, what did he kill me for, he would never do that!"

Zhou Xuanlan sneered, without explaining, and was about to leave with someone in his arms, but Shen Liuxiang hurriedly said, "My storage bag."

Shen Liuxiang took back his storage bag, shook the ashes, and untied the tether. Most of the things in it were still good, except for items such as jade slips that had not been used for a long time and were already invalid.

Shen Liuxiang tied the storage bag around his waist again, and patted it lightly. Thinking of Zhou Xuanlan's, Shen Liuxiang rolled his eyes slightly.

Since Zhou Xuanlan didn't let him get it, the sound transmission talisman might be able to reach the imperial palace, so he had to find a way to get it out.

Shen Liuxiang thought about it, and when he raised his head, he found that he had returned to the Xuanyao Palace. He was stunned for a while: "Aren't you looking for someone, did you find it?"

Zhou Xuanlan said, "It's a step too late."

When he arrived, he saw only an empty ice coffin and a few familiar grimace masks.

Gu Tie was right.

He had seen something similar to an ice coffin, in which lay a woman who had long since lost her three souls and seven souls, and Gu Tie cherished her very much.

Shen Liuxiang nodded, and was placed on the soft couch.

Zhou Xuanlan's hand landed on his injured right leg, and tore off the clothes. His white calf was instantly exposed. Near the knee, there were bloodstains under the dark blue skin.

Zhou Xuanlan pressed down on the wound, heard a moan of pain, raised his eyes and saw cold sweat dripping from Shen Liuxiang's forehead, his phoenix eyes were filled with light mist, and he said weakly, "lightly, lightly."

Zhou Xuanlan felt an inexplicable movement in his heart, and for no apparent reason, his heart beat faster.

He intended to let Shen Liuxiang apply the medicine himself and open the medicine bottle, but he involuntarily smeared the ointment on his hand and wiped it on the eye-catching wound.

When the ointment was first applied, Shen Liu screamed in pain, feeling that his bones were being crushed, and he couldn't help but retreat into the bed.

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows lightly, reached out his hand to hold the thin ankle that was a step behind, and pulled him back mercilessly.

While Shen Liuxiang was struggling, the medicine was finished.

Zhou Xuanlan looked away from the wound where he had paused for a long time, and landed on the naked ankle that was caught, still trembling with pain in his hand, and when he let go, several red marks from finger marks fell clearly on it.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes darkened, and his heart felt hot. He felt that this trace seemed familiar, and it was indescribably seductive.

He wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, got up and left.

Seeing this, Shen Liuxiang quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Xuanlan's voice sank slightly: "What's the matter?"

After applying the medicine, the wound on the leg felt icy cold, and it didn't hurt anymore. Shen Liuxiang regained his energy, and blinked his phoenix eyes: "You suddenly changed your mind not to Nilin, did you remember something?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "No."

Shen Liuxiang showed a disappointed expression, but quickly curled the corners of his mouth: "Why don't I tell you about the past."

Zhou Xuanlan's expression was slightly cold: "Why should I hear about the past between you and your apprentice?"

Shen Liuxiang: "Maybe you can remember,"

Zhou Xuanlan's thin lips parted. Under the completely blank memory, he wanted to deny it, but his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's lowered eyelashes, and he was silent for a moment.

"say what?"

Shen Liu cleared his throat: "No matter what I ask of you, you will give it to me."

Zhou Xuanlan heard the overtones, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put a handsome face in front of him, "Then the disciple should give you the sound transmission talisman?"

Shen Liuxiang nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yes, yes."

Zhou Xuanlan curled his lips: "No, I'm not your disciple."

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

Zhou Xuanlan left, Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to recuperate on the couch.When he woke up, night fell at some point, he moved his legs, and the ointment was very effective, and he was almost healed.

After dinner, Shen Liuxiang rushed to Zhou Xuanlan's study room. There was no light in it, so he probably went back to his bedroom.

"It's so early today," he muttered, and while he was thinking about how to get Zhou Xuanlan's storage bag, he walked towards the bedroom.

Zhou Xuanlan was restless tonight, so he went back to bed early.

Lying on the couch, various scenes intertwined in my mind, for a while it was Ye Bingran's name on the Sansheng Stone, for a while Ye Bingran was holding Shen Liuxiang, and then he angrily took Shen Liuxiang back, and then...

A snow-white ankle covered with red marks trembled in his hands...

He should have seen it, in a strange cave.

The young man lying on the black robe had white skin all over his body, and his soft black hair was scattered in a mess on the couch. His hands were hooked around his neck, his handsome face was flushed, he bit his lips tightly, and let out a little moan from time to time.

Sounds great.

This is his master - Shen Liuxiang.

He had thought about it for many years, and carefully protected the person in his heart.

Finally became his person.

Zhou Xuanlan had never been so satisfied before. He pressed the person under him and asked for it again and again, until the young man loosened his hands around his neck and pressed against his chest. He kept shaking his head and refused, saying no in a trembling voice.

He also couldn't bear to let go.

When Master couldn't bear it anymore, he would still struggle to escape, and the red mark on his ankle was left at that time.

Fell into the black eyes, Zhou Xuanlan's whole body was hot, hotter than ever before, and only by venting it on the young man could he get some relief.

In the end, the young man's slender fingers grasped the black robe underneath, his fingertips turned white with force, and the voice that overflowed from his red lips was broken and unbearable, and even faintly tinged with tears.

...extremely alluring.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes, woke up and sat up.

The room was dimly lit and silent. After a long while, he felt something, turned his head and looked at the young man with a slightly stiff expression who was squatting beside the bed and just got the storage bag.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Liuxiang took the storage bag and ran away, flipping notes while running.

He ran to the door and found that the door couldn't be opened.

Shen Liuxiang's body was slightly stiff, and he felt the oppression that was close at hand behind him, and before he could turn around, he was pushed against the door.

"Where to go."

His waist tightened, and a deep voice clung to his ears.

Shen Liuxiang coughed dryly: "Okay, the big deal is the sound transmission talisman..."

Before he finished speaking, his complexion changed. In the dim light, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, his expression showing a bit of panic, and his face turned red immediately.

Shen Liuxiang couldn't help but move forward, but his body was already forced against the door, and it was useless to move forward.

This move touched the person behind him, and he tightened his arms a little bit, and warned in a low voice mixed with a little hoarseness: "Don't move——"

Shen Liuxiang's legs trembled, his scalp went numb: "Don't move, I won't move."

The scorching breath sprayed behind his ears again: "...shut up."

Shen Liuxiang pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the dark night.There was a dead silence in the room, only the sound of Zhou Xuanlan's heavy breathing, time passed little by little, and after an unknown amount of time, Shen Liuxiang's slender legs were almost unconscious, and he was let go.

The door opened, Shen Liuxiang threw the storage bag back, and ran away.

Zhou Xuanlan stared at the back of the fleeing in a hurry, his eyes were dim, and he picked up the storage bag for a long time, his face suddenly sank.

At this time, the sky was still dark, and there was still a little blush in the tips of the ears, so he found a remote place, took out a crumpled sound transmission talisman from his bosom, shrugged his nose, and sighed secretly that it was not easy.

He quickly activated the magic talisman, and in an instant, the sound transmission talisman turned into a ray of mysterious light and disappeared.

Shen Liuxiang was heaving a sigh of relief when a cold voice behind him said, "Who do you ask to pick you up."

Shen Liuxiang: "?!"