With the good-for-nothing beauty

No. On the 13th day, Han Tian finished the investigation of the magic cultivators on the ground of the Demon Realm, and handed the thick list to Ze Hou: "After all the investigations, there is no demon cultivator possessed by the sinful dragon soul."

Zehou took the list, and wiped the back of the opponent's hand with his fingertips deliberately: "It's not on the ground, if Dragon Soul goes to the dungeon, it will be a big trouble, Weicheng..."

Han Tian pulled his hands back, his whole body tensed up: "Young City Master, you can go and worry about it. The day after tomorrow is the Lord's birthday, and the day after tomorrow is the rainy day. I will continue to prepare."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, Zehou reached out and grabbed his wrist: "I'll help you."

Han Tian slipped away slipperily, and raised his finger to the distance: "Then you go to mend the barrier."

"I made it up."

"Make it stronger."

Ze Hou was choked, and watched the man leave like a breeze, and looked back at Nanke Pavilion, sighing endlessly.

No. On the 13th day, in the dungeon, sixteen magic officials each guarded a mirror to observe the magic cultivators emerging from the mirror.Weicheng held the horoscope in his hand, and tried several times to calculate the location of the sinyuan dragon soul, but unfortunately all failed.

The orange cat on the lap curled up listlessly, and suddenly trembled for no reason.

Weicheng hugged it, and suddenly looked at the dome in ecstasy.

Today...it should be the end of brother's retreat.

No. On the 13th day, in the Nanke Pavilion, Xiao Sa leaned on the knife with a vigilant expression on his face, and Xiao Ji listened to the bombing sound from the ground with trepidation, and his shoulders couldn't help shrinking.

Your Excellency Nanke, Xu Basui reached the last level of Yisui, six of the ten rings faded, the fire spread throughout the underground, and the monster slammed into the ice wall.Cracks have appeared in the cage, and the utensils and people have reached the end of their strength.

Only within three steps of Zhou Jin is a clean and safe zone.He waited painfully for a long time, until a natal sword flew towards him quickly.

Sparks scattered from the tip of the sword, and the fire man holding the sword couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, only a piece of fire.

"No... hiding?"

Zhou Jin stretched out his hand and held the hand holding the sword: "I told you, I won't run away."

The natal sword fell to the ground with a bang, and the bound cage was torn apart by the blasted fire dragon. Zhou Jin's eyes blurred, and his body was covered with a light volcano.

He was waiting for a thunderbolt or a violent beating, but he never expected that something unusual would happen.

At this time, the Demon Lord was on his body, with flame-like spirit patterns appearing on his neck from time to time, and the sea of ​​fire was boiling in his body.The flames around him were not extinguished, and his body was covered with sparks and lightning. Although he couldn't hurt Zhou Jin, he pushed him to the ground, and then violently pulled up the front of his clothes.

Zhou Jin was stunned, probably because he was so painful that he lost his mind, otherwise why would he be so active and wild.

He was too hot, Zhou Jin really wanted to give him a comforting hug, but the Mozun refused, pressed him and loosened his clothes tremblingly, the loose collarbone and shoulders were full of dancing flame patterns.

Zhou Jin suddenly felt distressed and couldn't suppress the excitement. He didn't want to have such a bad idea, but he looked at the fiery demon, but he couldn't get rid of the idea: Xu Basui's pain was dizzying.

The ultimate strength and collapse are perfectly gathered on a flawless body, which seamlessly fits his shameful aesthetics with self-destructive tendencies.

Xu Basui seemed to be a poppy growing close to his flesh and blood, and he was willing to be the leaf that supplied the poppy.

"Mozun, can you hear the voice?" Zhou Jin grabbed his waist and asked, wanting to get up to relieve his suffering.

Xu Basui didn't let him get up, pulled on his crimson clothes, and his expression was a bit ferocious: "Shut up, I'll do it myself."

Zhou Jin's scalp was numb: "...Are you sure?"

The other party stopped talking nonsense, and picked him up with ease, and then he was startled and startled, raising and dropping his hands.

Zhou Jin felt his face boil suddenly: "It's still, I'll do it."

"Do not."

These words aroused Mozun's desire to win, he unyieldingly lifted up his clothes and sat down, but he couldn't win immediately.

Zhou Jin suddenly exerted force on his fingertips, which made Xu Basui cry out in pain, and he didn't know whether it was one or two or one that affected his whole body.

He looked at Xu Ba and thought, naive.

If the road is so easy to walk, why is he scratching his back into such a virtue.Sure enough, water vapor welled up in Xu Basui's eye sockets, and teardrops that were both water and fire fell down in disorder.Zhou Jin looked at him from below, feeling that everything was too shocking.

Mozun was so anxious that he only pawed at him, but his evil ghost robe and Fei Liyi only held him loosely.However, this makes for a more solitary scene, and an even stronger urge to smash the poppy to pieces.

So Zhou Jin didn't let him have a good time.There is no reason not to pick the poppies that are in full bloom.

So I picked up the poppy flower branch, let the crimson sparks teeteringly blooming on it, and as much dew as the fragrance is strong.No matter how much he wants to go back on his word, he must break it with his own hands and sharpen it over and over again in the depths of the flower branch.

Who said that we are born like flowers and leaves, only tormented with pain?

Whether it is the sea of ​​fire or the abyss of ice, both are too vast, and I alone cannot resist the disaster at the end of the world.Clearly running in opposite directions, clearly the end of the world and the end of the sea, but we are like two arcs, finally meet at the end of the world, with your pain, my pain.

And so am I.

This is a trial for you and me, our irreversible fate.

I will do my best to dissolve your thick suffering before the end of this world collapses.

Xu Basui suddenly felt that his body couldn't bear it, and felt that he was about to be torn apart.At this time, Zhou Jin couldn't bear it any longer and got up to restrain him, and said tremblingly in his ear: "I'll move, you just take care of yourself."

If he doesn't agree, he has to agree. Even after going through it many times, he still can't control this kind of situation.Zhou Baiyuan was as cold as iron and as cold as a pestle. He had never felt such unspeakable pain before. At this moment, in front of his eyes, he turned back to the crying bag from several years ago.

The black leaves split open the pistils of poppies with vigor.

Xu Basui choked, and big teardrops fell down. The tears that fell on Zhou Jin's body were condensed into ice flowers due to his temperature, but they were still tiny sparks when they fell on the ground.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Zhou Jin picked him up like a child, folded him up and hugged him, his eyes were filled with boundless loss before sweating.

While wiping Xu Basui's face, he was merciless, the teardrops slipped down his fingers, Zhou Jin raised his head to catch them, the tears were between his lips and teeth.

Poppy leaned on Heiye, leaning on a pair of strong hands on the back of her waist to barely sit still.He likes this posture of wrapping his left hand around his waist and his right palm on his back. It is very stable, like riding a good horse, wild and wild without losing stability.But he still had tears in his eyes, he straightened up and then bent down and scolded weakly: "Why doesn't it hurt, it hurts to death."

Zhou Jin took care of it, raised his head slightly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against his chin: "No, don't hide, it won't hurt if you come steadily."

Xu Basui still turned his face away to avoid him, Zhou Jin lowered his head and used the tip of his nose to pluck away the evil ghost's robe and inner garment when he saw this. After a while, cold dog teeth marks formed on the texture.

"Don't bite." Xu Basui sat up half his head, and was forced to lower his head and stretch out his hand to push him. Zhou Jin took advantage of this to move his right hand up and hold the back of his head, forcing him to lower his head and carefully observe the connection scene below.

The depth and depth of frame-by-frame slowness are in the eyes, and the stamina is so terrible that Xu Basui's mind went blank. He was instinctively confused and surprised how such a rise went smoothly, and he had a sense of "willingness". I won't die because of his handling like this." The panic came.

"Mozun, look more clearly." The cold and burning breath fell on his face, "Don't try to renege on your debt."

Surrounded by flames like a sea, Xu Basui closed his eyes and couldn't stop trembling. His hearing became more sensitive in the dizziness and darkness, and he heard Zhou Baiyuan's obsession: "Look, this is me, even trash can help you, can't you?"

After tossing and turning, he began to become a chatterbox, saying strange things like "I am useless to others, and I am irreplaceable to you".

At this time, the difference between the two people is vividly revealed.

Xu Basui was usually very noisy, so he didn't like to open his mouth on this occasion, but Zhou Jin turned the other way around, nagging non-stop, as if he had a bellyful of words that had been hidden for ten years, and now they came to ferment in front of him.

Xu Basui, who was forced to listen to his ears, finally couldn't help it, and slapped him weakly: "What are you thinking? Do you want to quarrel me to death at this time?"

Zhou Jin was beaten, he was honest for a moment, then became mad again, and said some inappropriate words: "You are another me in the world, I don't want you to die, how can I be willing? I want you to be good, kick me domineeringly I."

...that's what it says.

Xu Basui couldn't respond again, closed his eyes and concentrated on extradition.The spiritual flow passed through Zhou Jin's spiritual veins and then swam back, the tyrannical burning spiritual core was completely pacified, and the boiling spiritual veins after Yi Sui also relieved the pain.

And Zhou Jin was still chattering.

He seemed to feel that Mozun's retreat was coming to an end, and for a moment he didn't know why he had such a strong desire to talk, he was clearly full, but his heart became more and more empty.

"Ba Sui... You were right before, my heart is dark." Zhou Jin drilled tirelessly into this dazzling beam of light, and frankly said the words sealed in his heart.

"Because it seems like I can't continue to live without blackmail. I know you can understand, only you can understand. We are all living, aren't we? I have endured the ice curse for ten years, and how many times have you endured burning? Manpower persuades Hugh to give up, life is precious, they not only taught me the way, but also trampled on my way, not only wanting me to live, but also making me live in pain."

"It's the same for you. They respect you and worship you, and urge you to endure the endless flames. They call it Nirvana, but they actually hang you up as a living clay sculpture. Everyone is shaping you and me, we are cute Let it be at its mercy, being arranged over and over again..."

Xu Basui closed his eyes, and with the trembling, sweat poured down like rain, and the corners of his eyes glistened with water.

Zhou Jinpin let go of the tears, bent his waist, pressed his forehead against Xu Basui's face, and confided endlessly from the intimate closeness: "In this world, I am just a passerby. If there is a protagonist in this world, I should be Passers-by who are annihilated when the protagonist passes by. Sometimes I really hope that the protagonist will bury... No, it is to save my life, to end my boring and mediocre life, to end my trapping in Taoism arrange."

"It's been ten years, I can't survive, I can't die, but I suddenly met you." Zhou Jin hugged him tightly, and the love in his tone was unusually strong, "Are you my protagonist?"

Xu Basui finally finished the spiritual flow of the last week, and was forced to open his eyes and stare at him.

Zhou Jin also stopped his seemingly impenetrable and superficial spiritual practice, and looked up at him motionless, waiting for his verdict.

No. On the 13th day, he finally looked at him with this kind of thirsty eyes that tore away the disguise, as if Xu Basui was willing to destroy him or give him death next time.

What kind of emotion can give birth to such eyes?

Xu Basui was afraid of such eyes, he had never seen such deep eyes.But even though he was afraid, he still told him.

"Zhou Baiyuan, stop thinking about it, you are not a passerby in Laoshizi, you and I were just an accident. But let me tell you a secret... because of this accident, you became one of my protagonists."

These words were straightforward, but Xu Basui felt that Zhou Jin suddenly swelled.

It made him miserable as hell, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never get out.

"Don't move, I want to get up..." Xu Basui gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, he could only use excuses to escape: "This seat is going, going to retreat."

However, Zhou Jin pulled him down and pushed him down, making Mo Zun almost die.

Xu Basui burst into tears: "You are sick!"

"Yes." Zhou Jin's lips trembled, and he refused to let go, "It has always been like this."

"Seeing you... especially seeing you."