After the demon king took the house, he bent [Cultivation]

Chu Tianyou removed the restraint casually, and said "come in" to the door.

The person who walked in was Lan Qing.

Ji Wuya probably knew why Lan Qing came here, he raised the corner of his mouth and said to his wife, "Madam, let's take a bath first."

Chu Tianyou thought that if Mo Changfeng knew that he was not a woman at all, he would definitely regret what he said today.

The expression on the face is still indifferent, not to mention that Lan Qing is still at the side, it's just a bath, "she" really doesn't need to make a fuss.

Lan Qing took his wife to leave, Ji Wuya waved his sleeves alone in the room and closed the door, then walked behind the screen to undress.

The torn neckline was a bit messy, and even if it was tidied up when it left the ancestral hall, the blood stains on it would not disappear.

He stretched out his hand and put his palm on his chest, and soon a scale began to appear, and finally appeared in front of his eyes.

It is true that the scales are integrated into the heart, but it is false if they cannot be removed.

Dragon Clan will shed Lin several times in his life. He has even done such things as taking his own scales to refine weapons. It is just a scale that has melted into flesh and blood. As long as he can endure the pain, it is not difficult to take it out.

"The scales are mine." Playing with the dragon scales in his hand, the scales either fell off naturally or had to be pulled out.

——Pull out the scales from the heart and give it to others, why don't I remember it at all.

Ji Wuya quickly recalled his own memories, it was 3000 years ago that he was the Xuanli Demon Lord in the Lower Immortal Realm, now it made him wonder where he could remember.

Before seeing this reverse scale, he didn't even remember that he had given the scale away, let alone that he was missing a scale.

"Could it be that I have incurred some romantic debts before, but I forgot..." Ji Wuya shuddered as he thought about it.

No, it can't be like this. If there is someone I like, Lian Nilin will be given away, and even a child will be born, it is impossible to forget.

"Then let me see, what is sealed on this inverse scale, is it specially reserved for future generations?" Ji Wuya couldn't help but sneer when he said this.

Although it is said that the dragon scale will recognize the master, it is talking about ordinary dragon scales.His Ni Lin only recognizes him and his Taoist companion, and it is impossible for other people, even his direct descendants, to make Ni Lin recognize him as the master.

Using the power of the soul to lightly touch the black reverse scale in the heart of his hand, but was blocked by the restriction above, Ji Wuya's face turned black.

It was actually confirmed by him that the above restriction could not be broken with his current cultivation base, the method of sealing was not the one he was used to, but more like the method of Taoist cultivators.

The person under the ban should be in the fusion stage, and now he only has the soul of the mysterious fairyland, but his cultivation is only at the seventh level of Qi training.

Without excessive consumption of the power of the soul, he can't break the restriction at all, let alone look at the sealed things under the restriction.

"This must not be the inheritance that Mo Xiaoyun said." It seems that the whole family of the Mo family has been betrayed. After Ji Wuya wanted to understand this, his expression was strange.

After getting dressed again, he walked to the dressing table.

Ji Wuya's eyes skipped over the put away crescent moon pendant, and looked at the drawers under the dressing table, and finally his fingers stopped on one of the drawers.

He pinched a special formula with his spiritual power, which happened to be the "key" to open the drawer, and he pulled out the drawer after the fluctuation of spiritual energy disappeared in a flash.

There were many jade bottles containing elixir in the drawer. He picked up a black jade-colored bottle inside, opened it, smelled it, and took out several bottles of elixir with the same effect.

These pills were all given by Mo Xiaoyun, most of them were used during the Qi refining period, and there were very few impurities in the pills.A few of them are Xuanyu pills used in the foundation-building period, and one piece can last for three days when a monk in the foundation-building period meditates.

"The elixir is fine, but the quality is a bit poor, so let's just make do with it. It's just this method of alchemy, why is it still the same as it was thousands of years ago..."

Ji Wuya stood up, and put the jade bottle in his hand on the table with a half-smile, "It's fine if you don't make any progress, the refining method is still the same as before... Tsk tsk, I don't know if these people know that they respect the incomparable Xuanyang The Daoist and Xuanli Mozun are one person, how wonderful the scene will be."

After thousands of years, when he mentioned the past, he couldn't feel much indignation other than being funny.

Come to think of it, it's been thousands of years.Even if the lifespan of a cultivator is long, more than 3000 years is enough to kill a cultivator. Ordinary mortals have been reincarnated dozens of times.

Ji Wuya felt that he should let go, after all, now he can hardly remember why he abandoned the immortal way and entered the demon way.

"I don't know if Madam will be happy, I have a chance to personally..." Now that he has a Taoist companion, Ji Wuya is also willing to pamper Madam, and even thought of making alchemy himself.

It's just because he doesn't like these pills, and the person he wants to give the pills to is his wife. Compared with his friends who can only ask him to make alchemy in the upper mysterious world, they are more serious than friends.

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Chu Tianyou pretended to be calm and looked at the bathtub that was one person high in front of him. Lan Qing was helping him undress. Although he had expected to encounter such a scene, he still resisted extremely when it really came.

Soon, only one coat was left on his body. Finally, Chu Tianyou couldn't hold back, and interrupted Lan Qing's movements directly.

"Go down, you don't need the rest." Unlike the need to cover up in the morning, he has already informed Mo Changfeng of his identity just now, so there is no need to bear it at this time.

Chu Tianyou turned a blind eye to Lan Qing's suspicious gaze, but his heart became firmer in his decision to remove Lan Qing from his side.

As Chu Tianyou's personal maid, Lan Qing found the difference between herself and Chu Tianyou too easily.

"Yes, Young Madam." Lan Qing was puzzled, but she still answered, and said when she exited, "Lan Qing is waiting outside the door, I can hear you if you call."

"Ah."

Soon, Chu Tianyou was the only one left in this room specially used for bathing.

A layer of crabapple petals was sprinkled in the steaming bathtub, and there was a small staircase next to it, just waiting for him to take off his underwear and walk in.

Hanging on the wooden shelf next to it were women's dresses that had been scented with flowers, Chu Tianyou's indifferent face could not see the embarrassment in his heart.

"Quick battle." He murmured in a low voice that only he could hear.

In the next second, he closed his eyes, took off his clothes, and the spiritual consciousness of the foundation building period swept around, like a second pair of eyes.

Chu Tianyou stepped up the steps step by step, stepped into the bathtub, and finally only one head was left above the water, and the petals floating on the water covered the looming female body in the water.

This must be the fastest time for him to take a bath. His white arms stretched out of the water, and in the box next to it was filled with dew gel, he wiped it and then applied it on his body.

After bathing, the white undershirt was put on the body that had not yet dried the water stains, and Chu Tianyou put the hung clothes on his body without changing his face.

"Why are women's clothes so troublesome?" He frowned uncontrollably, but fortunately, Lan Qing put them in order, and apart from being a little troublesome to wear, he couldn't wear them wrong.

The clothing of the aristocratic family has specifications, and there are regulations on how to wear it. If you wear it wrong, it will be ridiculous.

It took a quarter of an hour to get dressed, and stood in front of the mirror to straighten the cuffs and necklines. Chu Tianyou looked at the woman in the mirror who was crimson (too hot for too long) and had sparkling eyes (steamy). One pump.

The wet long black hair hung over his shoulders, he directly dried it with spiritual power, then turned around indifferently and said to the outside.

"Lan Qing, come in and tie my hair for me."

It's not that Chu Tianyou doesn't want to be self-reliant, but that women's buns are too complicated, and he doesn't know how to do it at all.Even if you try hard, what you comb out is neither fish nor fowl.

It's much easier to comb a man's hair in a bun, and he misses the past when a hair crown can solve the problem of curly hair... Staring at Lan Qing's hands on his head in the mirror, Chu Tianyou misses the past many times.

Ji Wuya waited in the bedroom for nearly half an hour before his wife came back from the shower.

The lady who had bathed had eyes as bright as a pool of autumn water, and her cheeks were as red as March peach blossoms. She was wearing a simple bun, and a few pearls of different sizes hung down from the end of the jade hairpin inserted obliquely in the bun as tassels.

She was wearing a moon white brocade robe woven with silkworm silk and embroidered with bluegrass, and the light shawl was wrapped around her arms and fell loosely on the skirt.

"Ma'am~" Ji Wuya raised his eyebrows and chuckled, looking at the cold beauty in front of him.

Ah, I don't know what Madam looked like before, so I must ask when I have the chance.

He has all of Mo Changfeng's memories, but he will never confuse Chu Tianyou in Mo Changfeng's memory with the woman in front of him.

Even though Chu Tianyou's body and appearance were still the same, his demeanor and temperament were completely different.

Chu Tianyou shuddered at Mo Changfeng's cry, glanced at Lan Qing at the side, and responded with a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth.