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After I left, I spent most of my time looking for you, and they all said you were gone. He murmured: "I'm a little worried, are you tired of this world." "

Fu Sheng listened silently, but suddenly wanted to laugh.

A long, long time ago, little Fusheng chased Hongjun, who was not in the world, like a fool. He lost his self-esteem and ego, and foolishly took love as everything and Hongjun as everything, and tried to take that person from the sky. Take it off and hold it in your hand.

Whenever I encounter setbacks, I feel sad for a while and then get up like a normal person and continue to work hard. What I think in my heart is to work harder, work harder.

When the clouds really opened to see the moon, it was not all smooth sailing.Such things as feelings are illusory existences, who can say for sure?It can be because of the first sight and a good impression, or it can be wiped out because of a look and a word.

Who doesn't have a dream girl?Human beings are emotional animals. He is obsessed with Hongjun. In the end, maybe even he himself does not know what he is obsessed with. Is it love, or is it just unwillingness?

However, it is impossible to confirm what it is.There are too many imperfections in a person's life, and there will be too many regrets. Until now, it is clear that I can't draw the appearance of that person, but I can still remember the longing that I could hardly contain at that time.

In fact, now that I think about it, too hot emotions will eventually burn me.Some people can only live in memories.Until one day, that bit of memory is also taken away by time without hesitation, only then will I find that it is not a love that will last forever.

Luo Hu seemed to have really drunk too much, he closed his eyes, and breathed lightly through Fu Sheng's hair and hit the skin on the neck, itching.

Fu Sheng's hand on his shoulder slowly moved down to a hugging position.He closed his eyes and remembered that a long time ago, the two of them were sitting face to face. At that time, the ambiguous feeling had not yet been broken. They just looked at each other very normally, but they didn't know whose heartbeat disturbed each other.

The breeze carried the seeds of the plants, landed on the barren land, and then took root and germinated silently.

Chapter 60

There is no time to cultivate the truth in the prehistoric world, and the ancient trees stand on the deserted land of the demon world, as if they were forgotten. The bustling noise of the town has not spread here at all, and Fusheng can quietly watch the indiscriminate summer go back to the beginning of autumn alone.

And there is always one day every year, Luo Hu, who has been the uncrowned king in the devil world for countless years, will come to visit with wine.When I was still a human being, once a year was regarded as "rare to see", but for practitioners who have been meditating for hundreds of thousands of years, it is really frequent.

But surprisingly not bored.

Fusheng likes to be alone like this. He doesn't need to think about intrigues. He is relaxed and at ease. He has few things to worry about. Since he completely ignored the Qilin clan, he has nothing to worry about.Just being a quiet handsome man backstage is enough.Besides, the lord of his unicorns doesn't exist to clean them up. If it wasn't for an event as important as the genocide, Fu Sheng would have turned a blind eye. He has protected them for so long. If he still can't learn how to protect himself and Will grow up, only relying on the existence of Xuan Qi to provoke right and wrong and know nothing about the heights of the sky and the earth, such a group, it is worth noting.

It's just that I have been alone all the time, which is a bit lonely.After being sanctified, it is difficult to improve. Apart from cultivation, he has no electronic products. His only interest is probably to try to make edible seasonings with various spiritual plants.Luo Hu was quite surprised when he found out about his habit. From the point of view of Primordial Cultivator, there is no need for food and drink after bigu, and the spiritual fruit is only to replenish spiritual power or enjoy a taste when you have nothing to do. It is definitely not a waste of time. This is what I said above when studying the ingredients.

That's what human beings are after all.

Fu Sheng didn't pay any attention to him, just messing around with his own affairs, Luo Hu saw him like this and had to shut up obediently, seeing Fu Sheng was busy and wanted to help but was dismissed as clumsy.The primary school student who stood straight to the side as if being punished, Fu Sheng glanced out of the corner of his eye and felt that Luo Huo looked pitiful, without expression on his face, his eyes seemed to be full of sorrow, and he couldn't help but want to laugh for a while.With his back to Luo Hu, Fu Sheng concealed his smile and put several chopped spiritual herbs into the pottery pot, and the aroma that had been tightly covered in the pot exploded in an instant.

Luo Hu blinked and leaned over curiously, and took a breath: "What is this? It smells so good."

Fu Sheng covered the lid of the pot, clapped her hands, turned her head and said, "Run to the old hen that Honghuang stole."

Luo Hu asked, "Old hen...?"

Fu Sheng explained with a smile: "Literally, it's just a hen that lives longer."

Luo Hu asked again, "How long?"

Fu Sheng said, "This one... about four or five years ago."

Luo Hu looked at him in surprise: "Four or five years... isn't it a cub?"

Fu Sheng lowered her eyes melancholy, feeling that she was too far away from Luo Hu's ideology, but thinking about it, chickens are animals with low IQ, difficult to practice, and it is difficult to survive. That is to say, humans were only locked up after they learned how to domesticate livestock. It can be said that it is an ordinary low-level life that can be used as food. At most, Luo Hu knows that this kind of existence exists, and he doesn't care about its life span at all.

Seeing Fu Sheng's expression of not wanting to answer, Luo Hu knew that he might have asked a question that made him helpless, so he suppressed his curiosity.

In fact, he still has a lot of questions to ask...

Thinking of cooking for a few more hours, I left this simple 'kitchen'.

Luo Hu followed behind him step by step.

This time he didn't bring wine with him, so Fu Sheng knew that he probably didn't come to drink with him today.

Sitting lazily on the stone chair, half leaning on the stone table as if without bones, he raised his eyes and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Luo Hu squinted, his ruby-like eyes were beautiful and alluring, and his beautifully shaped lips curved happily: "I want to show you something."

Fu Sheng tilted his head: "What?"

Luo Hu said, "I can't tell you, it's not fun to tell you."

Fu Sheng was speechless: "Are you a child?"

Luo Hu smiled and pinched his throat and said, "I'm a child, will you be nice to me, baby?"

Fu Sheng was stunned, with a constipated look on his face.

"You are dismissed."

Luo Hu immediately cleared his throat with a serious face: "Cough. Alright, Fu Sheng, I want you to accompany me to see it. Okay?"

Fu Sheng was so stared at by him, pretending to be calm: "Yes. But I can't stay outside, my soup is still waiting for me to cook."

"Okay." Luo Hu looked very happy.

That's how it is, with a little compromise and pandering, he is like a child who got candy, and Fu Sheng feels a little sad for indescribable.

As soon as he said he would leave, Fusheng was still thinking about his old hen soup in his mind, but he talked about various topics along the way, and before he knew it, his attention was completely diverted.

That's why Fu Sheng reacted when he stepped into the magic palace again.

Luo Hu looked at him puzzled, and said, "Do you still remember the wine I said to bury under the tree?"

Fu Sheng nodded: "What? Is there something wrong with the wine?"

Luo Hu laughed and said, "No, it's not the wine, it's the tree."

"Tree...?" Fu Sheng looked at him with raised eyebrows, and Luo Hu pulled him all the way from the gate into the hall.The demon cultivators guarding both sides all looked serious, but they couldn't hide their flying eyes.When the corner of Fusheng's mouth tilted, he wanted to pull his hand back.However, Luo Hu insisted on not letting go as if he didn't feel it.

Fu Sheng stared at him, but he also pretended not to see and stared forward.

He also didn't want to make a fuss because of this, so Fu Sheng had no choice but to give up, but he was in a bad mood.

However, Luo Hu, who has lived longer than the prehistoric era, is no longer as ignorant as the old brat, and begs for mercy in a low voice: "Anyway, you are also my Taoist partner who is officially announced to the public, and you usually don't show up. Give me some face if you show up, huh? Later, I can do whatever you want." The sentence at the end insisted that it was three points serious and seven points ambiguous.

Fu Sheng was a little guilty when he heard the front, but he couldn't help thinking about it when he heard the back. After he realized it, he felt embarrassed, but he just "hummed" and stopped talking and let him drag him away.

He couldn't see it, but the demon cultivators guarding the side could clearly see his awkward face and blushing ears.

It's another secret history of peachy things in the devil world.Of course, Fusheng didn't know anything about it at this time.

Walking all the way to the back hall of the Demon Palace, Fusheng hadn't come for a long time, and was immediately attracted by the peachy color in front of him.

Large tracts of peach blossom stretch out wantonly, dotted with red dots all over the branches, blooming in the most beautiful season, there is no earth-shattering, but it is quiet and magnificent, like a beauty that does not exist in the world.The flying birds circled with a crisp sound, as if they were also attracted by such enchanting beauty and lingered.

"Although I am a demon ancestor, I am not a person who does not understand the beauty of the world and is full of destruction and blood." Luo Hu waved his hand, a gust of wind blew by, and countless peach blossoms trembled from the branches, causing peach-colored wind and rain. , the clenched hand never let go: "This peach blossom forest was planted by me a certain year after you left. Human beings seem to be born with a lot of research on love. Someone told me that his beloved She doesn't love money and disdain power, just a bunch of flowers can make her smile, although she doesn't understand the importance of money and power to people, but I think that is probably equivalent to the cultivation ability of a cultivator...? This flower It was planted for you, and it should be better than a bunch? I don’t understand what they say about forever, but I am willing to wait for you until my soul is gone, until the end of the time I can wait.”

What a sweet story.

Fu Sheng stared blankly at the petals fluttering in the air, her long hair like a crow's feather was a little disheveled by the wind, but it couldn't hide the trance in her eyes.He reached out and grabbed two petals