Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The Yihui technique is one of the three major sorcerers strictly prohibited by the Jiuzhongtian. Before that, Feng Changhuan used this method to forcibly transfer Yu Fuchen's ghost pupils and transfer his fate to himself.

Back then he suffered the price of death, but now he is going to take the risk again, wanting to bear the heavy consequences with his own strength?

"No! I don't allow it!!"

After saying this, Yu Fuchen jumped up against the case and rushed out the door, leaving behind everyone who looked at each other speechlessly.

Knowing the evil consequences but being unable to stop them, he is still tormented by this painful sense of powerlessness, what is the difference between him at this moment and back then...

On the high tower of the Jiuzhong Pavilion, Yu Fuchen buried his face in his palms, trying his best to calm down.

Feng Changhuan sneaked up to him and pushed his shoulder, as if to curry favor with him.Yu Fuchen turned around and buried his head even tighter, as if he would stop talking to people if he didn't change his mind.

The man smiled helplessly, walked around in front of him, held his face, and forced him to lift his head.

"I lost my temper again, really, you are a donkey with a temper, every time you lose your temper seriously, you ignore others, even I can't do anything about you."

"You know that what I'm most afraid of is losing you, and if you insist on doing this, you're going to cut my heart open!"

Feng Changhuan retorted feebly, "No..."

"I don't allow you to be stupid. I beg you, okay? I don't have the determination to do this for the common people in the world. If the price is to lose you, then I would rather be a villain who disregards other people's lives. I am very selfish and greedy." , but what I'm asking for is really...really not much."

Yu Fuchen stroked his face, with tears in his eyes, begging without hope.

"Even if you don't want me, you have to worry about our son. How can you bear to lose your father?"

"Don't worry, I don't have the consciousness of sacrificing my life for righteousness. I am also a human being, and I am also very selfish and greedy. So trust me, I will do what I can."

"You promised me something, but you are not allowed to break your promise."

It's like a fierce little wolf cub.

The man threw himself into his arms, hugged him and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

"You did a lot of things like this before, if you lie to me again this time..."

"No, I really won't, trust me~"

They didn't stay warm for too long, and the situation took a turn for the worse again. The two vaguely heard a commotion in Miyagi, and went to ask to find out that Gu Lan broke free, killed the disciple of Lingxue Palace who was guarding him, and escaped from the prison.

At the same time, another piece of news that made people fall to the bottom came together: "Dijun! Head! Po Meng is gone too!!"

This pair of dogs and men who committed evil deeds took the opportunity to escape, and they were obviously prepared. Their most likely move was...

"Did the Wushan Ferrymen escape with them?"

Disciple Ling Xue replied in a panic: "Most of the people in Wushandu were injured in the previous battle, and it was difficult to move. Only a few people disappeared together, but... But those who escaped were all the elite of Wushandu. ah!"

The situation has become clear, and Gu Lan is going to push the Xuewu City, which is united in one mind, to a point of no return. Only by taking the initiative can there be a possibility of victory.

"How many people can be dispatched in the city?"

Hearing Yu Fuchen's question, Mo Qianlin raised his hand and made an "eight" sign, indicating that [-]% of the Tiandaomen can participate in the battle, and then Liu Changting made a fist to indicate that all members of Kunlun can join the battle at any time. Nine, Lingxue Palace is six.

"Jiuyin Island is not good at fighting, so we should go to the front line with Taoxijian to heal the wounded, and the rest of the states will follow the plan made earlier, there must be no mistakes!"

At the command, the members of the Tiandao Sect headed by Mo Qianlin all bowed their heads, knelt in front of Yu Fuchen on one knee, put their fists on their hearts with their right hands, and shouted, "Follow the emperor's order!"

Seeing Dao Zong like this, the disciples of the Buddha Zong who only knelt to the gods and Buddhas hesitated a little, and did not bend their knees, but bent down in unison while holding the Namaste salute.

After that, there are Lingxue Palace, Jiuyin Island, Taoxijian, Kunlun... All states bowed their heads and bowed their heads, even the uncontrolled Xuanji Tower Feng Zehuan and the lofty and arrogant Liu Changting also bowed their heads, recognizing and obeying his absolute strength rule.

Until then, Yu Fuchen truly became the emperor of the world.

For this, he knew that he deserved it, and he could only say "thank you" in return.

When everyone was nervously preparing for the battle, Yu Fuchen held Feng Changhuan's seriously injured hand, brushed away the messy hair blocking the ghost pupils for him, and lowered his head to kiss his eyes.

The warm and hot touch is very comfortable and addictive.

"I always feel that every time you hug me and kiss me is like the last time, you cherish, are very cautious, and are very reluctant."

"Don't say such things, be careful to teach you a lesson. But you are right, I really don't want to give up, I wish I could stay with you all the time, enjoying your cool body temperature, that feeling is really fascinating .”

Now he won't be shy after listening to his explicit love words, Feng Changhuan boldly returned a fiery kiss, and the two hugged each other under the night, spending the last quiet night amidst the hustle and bustle.

No one knows what kind of great changes will take place in the world after this night, but they are not afraid of the unknown.

"Regardless of life or death, we go together and return together."

"Now I have learned the gentleness of not letting you live alone, because I finally realize how pitiful and painful the people who are left alone are. I don't want you to experience the pain I once had, so I will never leave you again. Letter I, Changhuan, everything will be fine."

"Tianyu Mountain is the closest place to the sky. When the dark clouds clear, I hope you will be by my side and accompany me to watch the first sunrise that illuminates the dead night, and every sunrise thereafter... Dijun. "

The escape of Gu Lan and Meng Po made Xueyu City have to try to deal with the enchantment that might collapse at any time. The two groups of men and horses split up and acted separately. Yu Feng Changhuan went to Tianyu Mountain to try to negotiate with Di Tianyao.

Before going up the mountain, I wanted to get closer in a corner where people avoided people, but the extra pair of eyes behind me was really uncomfortable.

Unbearable, Yu Fuchen finally asked: "Mr. Ze Huan, how long are you going to stare at?"

"Hey, you can't say that. I'm blind. Let's see what's wrong. I can't lose a piece of meat, right? I won't say it, so don't worry."

As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder seriously.

Feng Changhuan rolled his eyes at the person, "Where is Lord Jiumeng? Why did you let you come here?"

Before the words fell, the person in his mouth grabbed Feng Zehuan, who wanted to go to Tianyu Mountain, and Liu Changting said coldly: "Stop making trouble, your task is to prevent the evil spirits of the bitter prison from invading the mortal world. What a buzz."

"How can I be missing in the matter of killing Emperor Zun? Don't forget who is responsible for my disability. I have a bloody feud with his old man."

"You're crazy! A lame blind man wants to fight the Nine Heavens Emperor Zun? Killing you is like crushing an ant!!"

"Otherwise? You want me to watch my brother die!"

There was a quarrel with the abstinent and indifferent Lord Jiumeng on one side, and the rare and serious Xuanji Pagoda on the other. Yu Fuchen felt a little helpless after guessing Liu Changting's intention to come here to block Feng Zahuan.

"You husband and wife have plenty of time to quarrel, do you have to rush to compete now?"

The two threw sharp eye knives at the same time, forcing him to silence.

Liu Changting held Feng Zehuan by the back collar, and took advantage of being slightly higher than him to lift his feet off the ground. He planned to take him away like this, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed his wrist instead and pulled Pulling his skirt, she brought him in front of her again, and kissed him mercilessly on the lips.

The astonishing scene frightened Yu Fuchen so much that he didn't dare to speak out, he quickly pulled Feng Changhuan back a step, thinking that if these two fight, it might be more terrifying than a fight to the death with Di Tianyao.

Surprisingly, Liu Changting didn't push away Feng Zhehuan, who was acting recklessly towards him, and let him kiss him, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

It wasn't until the latter parted reluctantly that he hid that delicate emotion under indifference again.

"I know you are worried about me, so why don't you stay together?"

"I have a doorman to protect."

"Then it's good for you to go back. Don't worry about my situation. This day will come sooner or later. The sooner it is, the better it is for me."

"You are also the person I want to protect. I can't just watch you die."

Feng Zehuan's movement of turning around froze, seeing the man's expression, it didn't seem to be fake...

"Are you... tempted?"

There should be a rebuttal, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Liu Changting sighed, "Maybe..."

"With your words, even if I really die, I will not be in vain. Thank you."

This time Feng Zehuan's smile was a little more sincere, and he went up to Tianyu Mountain without looking back. He was clearly preparing to die, but with an undisguised smile on his face, he went there contentedly. up.

Noticing the approaching footsteps, Feng Zehuan said without turning his head: "It seems that between the two, you still want to protect me more."

"Don't be shameless, just believe in the strength of the disciples of the sect. I am afraid that you will die here alone, so come to support."

"Tsk, admitting that you like me, is it so difficult to protect me?"

The interest of these two people is not easy for others to understand. As someone who has experienced it, Yu Fuchen held Feng Changhuan's shoulders, pinched his thin chin, and asked amusedly: "I am starting to wonder who is on top of them again." That's the question, why don't you guess?"

"Why are you so gossip about other people's affairs? Isn't it enough to feel good about yourself?"

"That's natural. When you're happy enough, you naturally want others to be happy."

... What kind of tiger-wolf word is this?

"Who knows? From what I know about them, they are not the masters who will be willing to be subordinate. Maybe one, three, five, two, four, six are below, and they come to each other once on Sunday?"

"That's really troublesome. Unlike us, you just need to lie down obediently, and you don't have to move too much. Occasionally, if you take the initiative, I will be so moved that I will cry."

If it weren't for the fact that his hands were injured and he couldn't use his strength, Feng Changhuan really wanted to blow his dog's head off to teach him a lesson, make a silent note, and wait for the autumn to settle the score.

Along the way up the mountain, bloodstains were everywhere on the mountain top as a battlefield, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. Because of the slanting light of purple clouds, the entire Tianyu Mountain was shrouded in blood light, which was very appropriate for the occasion.

Yu Fuchen squatted beside the altar, blowing away the accumulated dust, and looked up at the sky, but there was no sign of the stratus clouds dissipating, which showed that the person in the sky was still pretending to be dead.

"I can't wake up the person who is pretending to be asleep. Is there any good way to force him to come out to meet people? Passively waiting for the sword spirit to come down to earth, I don't know that it will be a year of the monkey, if the barrier is broken first, wouldn't it be bad?"

Feng Zehuan snapped his fingers, "It's not easy. With the sacrifice, he will naturally come to have a look."

Before Yu Fuchen thought about the meaning of these words, he was pushed down on the altar, and then Feng Changhuan stepped onto his waist with one step, and his movements were smooth and smooth, and he was simply skilled.

This pose... exciting.

Someone's restless paws uncontrollably pressed down on the man's waist, and a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the blade was on his neck.

"Then, we have to wrong our emperor."

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