I have special high-cold skills

Hold it in your hand, although there are peach blossoms in the Demon Realm, but the number is rare, and no one collects the seeds, and the flower seeds in the Human Realm are not suitable for planting in the Demon Realm, and the survival rate is extremely low.

I am afraid that this peach blossom forest has gathered a lot of hard work.

"Thank you, I like it very much." He smiled. He was really happy. Although the Demon Realm was colder than the Great Desolation, he felt that the spring day at this time was pleasantly warm.

"Just like it, this world is beautiful, very beautiful." Luo Hu looked at the sky, and suddenly smiled: "Although I know you still can't let him go, I don't want to compare with someone who doesn't exist. I know that in your heart I can never compare to him, can I?"

Suddenly mentioning this taboo topic again, Fu Sheng frowned, but didn't speak, because he couldn't tell the difference.

But the only thing he can be sure of is that until now, Hongjun's weight is no longer that heavy.

"Can we not mention him?" Fu Sheng said.

Luo Hu lowered his eyes slightly, and then he looked like a dandy who didn't care about anything: "Actually, I just want to appeal to you again today. But obviously you don't seem to be tempted yet. It seems that human beings The tricks are still not enough..."

Fu Sheng interrupted him unbearably, and raised his voice: "Who told you that I'm not tempted?"

"...not enough...huh?" Luo Hu's voice trembled, his thick eyelashes slapped quickly, seeing Fu Sheng's impatient expression, his mouth moved, and he asked again: "What did you just say...? Didn't understand what I said...? Or...?"

After Fu Sheng finished speaking, he was also embarrassed, and slightly turned his face away from him: "I'll just say it once, forget it if you don't understand it."

"I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly, don't take it back!" Luo Hu said quickly, grabbing Fu Sheng's hand and hugging him tightly, rubbing his chin in his hair: "Let me hug for a while... Well, I probably didn't You heard me wrong."

Fu Sheng said coolly: "You can take it as if you heard wrong."

"No!" Luo Hu retorted, his slightly hoarse voice was sexy and messed up: "My five senses are still very sensitive, you can't turn back, I take it seriously."

He hugged too hard, as if he wanted to embed Fusheng into his arms. Fusheng endured it, but couldn't help it: "Are you stupid? Are you going to strangle me to death?" his chest.After all, to become a saint, this slap is a little forceful, and most people are afraid that they will be slapped flying.Luo Hu rubbed his chest, baring his teeth and screaming for pain.

After Fusheng was sanctified, he didn't do much work, and he didn't know the strength. Seeing that Luo Hu didn't seem to be pretending, he regretted using too much force, and frowned: "It hurts...? Do you want to see it?" He also Knowing that the body of a saint is not generally strong.Although Luo Hu is also at the level of a saint, he has no defenses at all, and it may be enough to eat a pot... I guess.

This time I saw the bed.

Luo Hu was lying halfway on the bed, with his long hair scattered unruly on the bed, and the translucent dark gauze couldn't hide the demeanor of the Demon Ancestor that could make all things bow.Fusheng watched him tear open his skirt, revealing the reddish palm print on his chest. The honey-colored skin was extraordinarily sexy, and the half-covered abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen under the pectoral muscles, but Fusheng was full of thoughts about whether he had hurt his heart or not. Not eating this bit of meat, Luo Hu narrowed his eyes and pulled him to his side when he approached.

Fu Sheng's forehead was pressed against his chest, and his lips rubbed against his bare chest. She was a little embarrassed and wanted to get up immediately, but Luo Hu hit him harder than him and directly pinned him to his chest.

"Baby, I'm in pain now, and I need your comfort urgently."

Fu Sheng "hehe" sneered: "The pain is so painful that your life is hard?"

Luo Hu had a pure face, and said lightly, "Well...it said it also needs comfort." After finishing speaking, he pressed Fu Sheng on the bed, his blood-red eyes were shining brightly, and they looked at Fu Sheng's dark red eyes , just as Fu Sheng was about to speak, his mouth was blocked by the other party, his bright red eyes closed, he saw the thick black eyelashes quivering slightly, and he stopped after a little taste, the moment the blood red reappeared, Luo Hu said: "I'm a little scared ...I'm afraid that if you let go, you will disappear."

Fu Sheng was startled, relaxed his body, and suddenly wanted to pat Luo Hu's head.

Luo Hu said, "Stay here, okay?"

Fu Sheng hesitated.

Those blood-red eyes dimmed slightly.

"it is good."

"—wait for my old hen soup!"

Like who said, there are two people around everyone.

A bright life, a gentle years.

The author has something to say: The main text of Luo Hu's chapter is over! ! !Oh yeah~~~~~ Fanwai is still considering whether to write or not, because I have to go out for 20 days for inspection and then come back. .If I write it, I am afraid that the ending of Daozu will not be finished...

Those who don't like Daozu can take this as the ending, maybe come back in 20 days and make up a side story...?

The beginning of the next chapter is the serious Daozu article, which is longer than Luohu's article, which can be regarded as the true ending of this article.Luo Hu's ending feels a little rushed, it can only be regarded as a long-term love...?

Hey hey, thank you Li Ge for the land mines~~~ I love you and ask for support (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Chapter 61

People in the world often say that when you lose something, you start to regret it.The flowers bloom and fall year after year, and in the years since leaving Zixiao Palace, Fusheng has hidden his identity and traveled around the mountains and rivers without purpose to broaden his mind.It is inevitable that you will feel a little sad when you are free.

In his spare time, he also learned to play the piano and paint, cultivate his sentiments, and spent a long time groping for some ways. After sanctification, he can freely retract and release the devil energy. At first glance, he is just an ordinary cultivator.

Several of Hongjun's apprentices became saints one after another.The Terran was also born.

Then there was the Lich War, following in the footsteps of the dragon and phoenix clans, they had no choice but to cultivate their health.Fu Sheng just sighed silently.Prosperity and decline, the authorities are fascinated.

I don't know how many years, Fusheng almost walked all over the prehistoric mountains and crossed the prehistoric waters.He has heard the sound of spring leaves sprouting, and seen snow-covered rivers. The only regret is that there is probably one less person who can accompany him.

Tired of walking, he stopped to rest.After almost seeing the world in his eyes, he returned to the last stop he only avoided.

It's spring again.

Buzhou Mountain is rich in aura, but only a few people with great supernatural powers build caves here. In addition to territorial disputes, only the strong have the right to choose. The remaining Pangu spirit in Buzhou Mountain is too strong, which makes many monks feel uncomfortable. Those with weak minds may hinder the breakthrough of cultivation.

This spiritual pressure is only aimed at monks below the saint.And the sages, those with great supernatural powers, have the ability to leave the prehistoric world and go to the outer world to find another place to open up their residences.After all, it is a holy mountain where spiritual energy gathers, and there are many wild beasts and fierce people living in the mountain, and it is even more dangerous.Therefore, although Buzhou Mountain is rich in resources, there are not many monks who live permanently.

Fusheng came to a dilapidated cave following her memory.

Without the concealment of magic techniques, the cave that was hidden in the past revealed its original appearance to outsiders. There is another cave that is much rougher nearby, and no one has cleaned it for many years. The grass was half hidden, more like a cave where two wild beasts lived.

Fu Sheng sighed, shook his wide long sleeves, stepped forward, he stretched out his hand, the hand was slender and perfect because of being possessed by demons, no one would doubt the powerful power contained in this seemingly weak hand .

The sage lives the same life as the sky, immortal and immortal.Possesses earth-shaking power and the ability to call wind and rain.

The sage lives in symbiosis with the earth, does not grow old, and completely escapes the shackles of the honing years of time.

He will live in this world, immortal, immortal, until he can no longer feel joy in life, nor can he die.

This is the saint.

At this time, the saint's hand caressed the rough and hard stone wall, and the uneven texture rubbed against the delicate palm, but he felt no pain at all.

Although he still looks like a youth, he feels that his heart is no longer the vitality it used to be.

It's not suicide, it's just boring.Belittle the power and power, after all, these years are too long, so long that he can keep himself from falling into an infinite self-slumber only through memories.

The sage has a photographic memory, and his memory is naturally unmatched by ordinary people.Over the years, whenever he took a rest, he felt that there should be someone sitting in front of his bed with calm and distant eyes; when he was making tea and drinking tea, he felt that there should be a person opposite the stone table with a calm face and cold eyes; When appreciating flowers, when there is someone who does not look sideways, a gentleman behaves himself...

But there is no such person.

No one will tell him that this is called missing.

Even if he walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, he still remembered that in his long life force, there was someone who wiped down a lot of strokes, and no matter how much he wiped, he couldn't erase that mark.

Fusheng withdrew his hand, and wherever his thoughts went, Lingzhi grew rapidly, completely covering the two caves that carried the indelible memories of him and Hongjun.

He went alone to the residence of the sanctified Nuwa, Wa Palace.

In fact, there are not many intersections with Nuwa.However, all cultivators who have achieved the holy position are so proud and arrogant, so there is actually little communication between saints, and even if there were connections in the past, they will gradually fade as time goes by.It's not just the loneliness of the tall ones, but also the faint downplaying of the seven emotions and six desires of the saints under the Dao of Heaven.

Just imagine that if a saint is easily blinded by emotions, it may be difficult for this world to truly settle down.

The magic way is different, it pays more attention to infinitely magnifying the seven emotions and six desires in people's hearts.Fusheng sometimes thinks that maybe his rich emotions are related to his obsession, but when he thinks about it before, he just smiles casually.

During the few times they met, Fusheng and Nuwa didn't have much communication, but for the only female saint, he