Hanyu carving fairy

Shen Liangjiu glanced at Di Jue in embarrassment, then said: "No, I can't say it."

This embarrassing look made both Pangu and Di Jue silent.

——Perhaps Jue'er had some unavoidable reason.

——It is expected that the father has some special purpose?

Since it is inconvenient to speak, then just don't ask.

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Di Jue stood under the flower vine, his elongated shadow presented a lonely silhouette.

"Jue'er, what are you doing here?"

Di Jue didn't look back, but said: "Don't take the essence from him. Since I gave him the jade essence, there is no reason to take it back."

"But, shouldn't you be concerned about your own body?"

"My body is fine."

Pan Gu pressed God Jue's shoulder with one hand, and asked softly, "Then why did you take Di Jing's Emperor of Heaven Imperial Seal? You used to break through the barrier and break in."

Di Jue frowned slightly, he hated this naked pointing out.

"Speaking of..." Pan Gu took a few steps closer to Di Jue, his chest almost touching his back. "You probably don't remember Di Jing."

"...he is the Emperor of Heaven."

"Yeah, hehe."

Di Jue felt the vibration from his back, it was Pangu who was laughing.

"But, he shouldn't belong to the Emperor of Heaven. He doesn't want to be the candidate I have chosen."

"Oh." Di Jue stared at the blooming flowers on the flower vine, and replied coldly.

"Di Jing, this child, really makes people feel distressed. He is willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Emperor of Heaven for the person he likes. Moreover, that person has no heart, but he wants to try to have one. This silly child Just give him what I have stored up in the essence of many years of cultivation, and give it to him as a heart."

"..."

Di Jue's Adam's apple slipped, and beads of sweat began to ooze uncontrollably from his forehead.

Pangu let out a muffled laugh again, passed his hands under Di Jue's arms, and lingered on his Adam's apple with his fingers.

Di Jue did not escape.

"What is he asking for in return? It's just a pleasure."

Pangu's five fingers suddenly grabbed Di Jue's throat, Di Jue raised his head slightly and held his breath.

"But that person later stripped off all the memories about him and sealed it somewhere... and then threw it into the lower realm, and his whereabouts are unknown." Pan Gu's speech speed accelerated, with a hint of ferocity and coercion.

Di Jue opened Pangu's fingers a little, and forced himself to say: "Shut up..."

"Shut up?" Pan Gu turned around from behind him, stared straight into his eyes, his brows were heavy and his raised eyes were suppressed, and his expression was a bit indescribably sad.

"I hate how indifferent you are!!"

Looking at Di Jue's expressionless and stiff face, he felt both hateful and hateful, it almost made him want to pinch out the red marks with his hands, to see if he would show any expression of pain!

Di Jue just stared at the unattractive ordinary red flower and remained motionless.

There was a long silence.

Di Jue was like a sculpture, only his clothes shook slightly in the breeze, but he didn't even move his fingers.

"I want to hear you play the piano."

Di Jue finally made a move.He turned his head slightly, frowning.

"I want to hear Jue'er play the piano."

An inexplicable smile appeared on Pan Gu's face again, and Di Jue looked at him probingly, carefully discerning his expression.

"Do you still remember the poem you gave Shen Liangjiu?"

"..."

His response was still silence.Silence, silence, endless silence.

"If I could, I should have carved two or three mouths on your face!"

Pan Gu stretched out his hand to caress God Jue Yubai's delicate cheeks, sliding and stroking a few times like the intimacy between lovers.Then he pinched hard with his nails.

Bright red bruises formed quickly, so glaring on Di Jue's pale and smooth face.

It seems that the most perfect work of art has flaws that cannot be ignored.

"I do not understand what you mean."

In Pangu's ears, the cold voice turned into a coldness that had nothing to do with him.Pan Gu was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly his expression turned ferocious, his gentle face distorted into an evil and hysterical grin.

"Didn't you say that there is nothing wrong with your body? Don't you want me to draw energy from Shen Liangjiu? Didn't you always protect Shen Ajiu? Didn't you stick to your old promise? Well, if you can Resist my strength, and I will turn a blind eye to all this."

Before Di Jue understood what he meant, he suddenly felt abnormally heavy.Even wanting to control one of his fingers has become extremely difficult.

"What's the content of that poem of yours? Let me think—"

"Well, the magnolia in the courtyard takes the color, and the imperial qin in the courtyard."

The bright sunlight in the corners of Di Jue's eyes and the flower vines from top to bottom quickly faded away as if being wiped away by some unpredictable force.The location that should have been empty suddenly grew a magnolia tree in full bloom with countless flower buds.And in front of his feet, a guqin suddenly appeared.

"The next sentence is...Qinghui Yuelang is wearing thin clothes, playing a good tune?"

The surrounding light quickly dimmed, and a bright moon appeared, hanging high in the courtyard.The clear moonlight shone down, and the stagnant atmosphere seemed to subtly soften.

Suddenly, a chill came from Di Jue's body.He turned his eyes and saw that the ordinary shirt and trousers flew away from him like catkins like feathers that had been cut in pieces.

What are you going to do?

Di Jue didn't change his face, but calmly watched as layers of snow-white cloth slowly covered his naked body.

Yu Ruyi appeared from his heart uncontrollably, hovering steadily in the air.There is also a warm snow-white radiance exuding from it, making it even more beautiful.Pangu stretched out both hands, and lightly held Di Jue's long hair that had turned back to snow-white at some point. His wrists were like butterflies flying in the moonlight, and he dexterously tied the long hair that was hanging down like a waterfall in a few strokes. A bun.Yu Ruyi was picked up by him and gently inserted into her hair.The blood-red agate on it, which was deliberately exposed, is like a gorgeous blood color hidden in a vast snow pile.

The branches and leaves of the magnolia tree swayed gently in the breeze.Tree shadows, human figures, moving in the night, merged into one place.

Under the quiet moonlight, it seems that the soul has become transparent and clean.

Pangu drooped his eyelids, and suddenly felt that he was really naive.

If the other party is unwilling, then what's the point of persecuting him like this.

I was really stunned.Knowing that the other party is heartless and ruthless, and is just a cold jade carving that cannot be compared with human beings, why should I be so persistent.

What he wants to do is his freedom, and he has no right to control it.

And, indeed, as he himself said, 'he didn't understand'.

That's all, that's all.It is said that the way of heaven forgets feelings, and only by forgetting feelings can the way of heaven be achieved.The bitter thing is that as the Dao of Heaven, he can't forget his love.

Pangu's face was not clearly visible in the moonlit night.

Di Jue suddenly sighed.There seemed to be a mixture of desolation and helplessness, which made Pangu suddenly raise his head.

Di Jue's slender figure moved under Pan Gu's incredulous gaze.He sat down cross-legged and lightly, and put his hands on both sides of the piano——actually, he made a gesture of starting to play.

"What... do you want to hear?"

Pan Gu looked at him in astonishment, at his side face that looked more and more gentle under the moonlight, at the helplessness in his blood-red pupils.

"You...you actually got rid of my spiritual bondage." Pan Gu mumbled, with an expression of embarrassment and miscalculation on his face.

"No, it was you who let me go." Di Jue stated the facts lightly, without pressing the strings with his left hand, he just randomly plucked the strings with his right hand.

"Then," Pan Gu smiled, "I want to hear Jue'er play "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix."

"Zheng-"

Di Jue raised his right hand and stared at the freshly cut wound on it.

There is no blood or flesh, only deep scratches.

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