The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

There is such a big hole in the top of the head, as long as you can raise your head, you can see the lonely figure hundreds of feet above the sky.

Xue Yu knew that in order to prevent accidents in this rescue operation, not only the underground demons had to be evacuated, but even the forest of steles in the Hongwu Palace directly above the underground palace was empty at this time.

The disciples of the Hongwu Palace on the ground and the monks from other factions who participated in the operation have taken refuge in the eight satellite cities on the edge of the Ten Sand Snow Region.

The hot wind carried the fine white sand from the snowy area of ​​ten sands into the ground, making people feel slightly drunk and confused.Everyone looked up at the same time.

Time at this moment is infinitely stretched like candied apples, Xue Yu doesn't know how to describe his current mood, only a suona suddenly appeared in his head, playing a song "A Hundred Birds" "Chaofeng" comes.

His body moved his head first, kicking off the ground and jumping into the sky.

"division--"

However, before his heels left the ground, Xue Yu's forehead suddenly felt a pain, and he bumped into the person who appeared in front of him instantly.

Before he could react, his neck tightened again, and the second half of his sentence crashed into a cloud of familiar cold fragrance.

"Father, um, um, um—?"

Cen Shu grabbed him by the neck and pulled him out of his arms. His sharp eyes fell on his tattooed throat, and he said in a deep voice, "They actually left a mark on you...?"

Xue Yu, who was strangled by the throat of fate: "...Gah?"

Cen Shu wiped the red "nine" at the end with his thumb, but he couldn't erase it even for a while.

He seemed to be a little angry, his eyebrows were furrowed deeply, he suddenly bent his neck, and bit the slightly protruding bone at the back of Xue Yu's neck.

Someone in the distance gasped.

The slightly cool hair left the side of the neck, and Xue Yu's cheeks blushed belatedly.

Reflexively, he raised his hand to cover his neck, and looked up pitifully.

This man was biting so hard, Xue Yu put his fingers on the back of his neck, and felt a circle of concave and convex tooth marks!

Cen Shu stared at him with burning eyes, and threatened in a low and dangerous tone: "I'll settle the score with you when I go home."

Xue Yu immediately shrank his neck and hummed timidly. Seeing that the person in front of him finally let him go, he stretched his long arms and turned around, raising his sleeves.

Flipping Xinghe, which was left high in the air by Cen Shu before, spun around and approached his hand, floating in mid-air, and was slapped on the chess table by the master with a "snap".

The criss-crossing latitude and longitude lines flashed like a demonstration, and everyone present couldn't help being excited.

"How to fight." Cen Shu said indifferently, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Huh."

Xue Yu couldn't hold back a soft sob.

He stared at the tall and straight figure in front of him and screamed in his heart: Is this my beautiful wife? No matter what, she is so handsome!

On the opposite side, Taitangtan seemed to have just recovered from the shock just now.

He squinted his eyes for a while to identify, and said slowly: "I know you."

If it were in the past, Xue Yu had someone to back him up, and at this time he would definitely yell at them, "What's so great about you knowing him, everyone in the whole country knows him!".

But the situation was not good at this time, Xue Yu didn't dare to make Cen Shu angry, so he could only hide behind him and let out a strange "hum".

Apparently Cen Shu didn't have the habit of talking trash to each other when he was fighting, and now he was rushing home to teach his children, so he didn't mean to talk too much about it.

Lifting the palm of the chessboard slightly, the sunspot was born out of thin air, and fell to Tianyuan first.

Tai Tun seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a light "poof" on his body, and he fell back as if he had been hit, and a very thin blood sprayed out from his chest.

The previous rounds of siege did not cause Taitu Tan to shed a hair, and even the only few drops of blood were bitten by the snow leopard.

But as soon as his master made a move, that person was killed!

Xue Yu snuggled up behind Cen Shu's sleeves and cheered in a low voice.

However, in just a moment, the gushing blood stopped.

Tai Tutan closed his jaw slightly, and turned his eyes back to Cen Shu: "You are very good."

Oh shit!

After hearing this, Na Ying would say that she is the most annoying person!

Xue Yu cursed and cursed.

Cen Shu probably was also a little impatient, the black and white chess pieces rained down on the chessboard, sending out a burst of dense "clicking".

Tai Tutan laughed, and suddenly stood up: "Let's stay away, don't hurt my monsters!"

Cen Shu followed.

The rolling spiritual pressure suddenly eased as the two left the ground, and everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief from the suffocating atmosphere.

There was a rumble on the top of the head, and the two probably had to fight another five hundred words.

Xue Yu raised his head eagerly, but was suddenly blocked in front of him.

Di Zhao suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "All my colleagues are here, you——how decent are you!"

Xue Yu was taken aback by her scolding, and said "ah" in embarrassment, they seemed to have come out in front of the whole country.

He said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I will definitely carry out criticism and education when I go home."

Ling Gong stared and huffed with anger, and didn't answer a word for a long time.

Perhaps everyone's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and one or two of them were a little silly.

Over there, Wu Hongyan shouted after realizing it: "...Ah! My family's Gewu stele!"

Everyone looked there, and under the sunlight that fell from the dome of the sky, the stele that fell into the burrow before was clearly illuminated.

It was the Gewu stele that Hongwuzong stood in the center of the forest of steles to record the ranking of his disciples.

The hundreds of feet tall stele is stuffed into the underground cavity, like a relic left by a prehistoric civilization. It looks very majestic, and it almost arouses people's fear of giant objects.

It's just that Jin Yaojue's ball of light wiped the stele when it fell, and the bottom of the stele had melted away, and half of the stele was covered with burnt flame patterns, which looked quite miserable.

Xue Yu covered his chest.

I don't know if Yan Fangyu lost money for the stele that Cen Shu smashed before, but now he smashed another one!

There are so many open spaces in Hongwu Palace, why did his master make holes in the stele?

I don't know if I can afford it!

Xue Yu was still scolding Cen Shu, when suddenly he heard his mother yell, "Stop!"

Followed by a shrill scream.

Everyone hurriedly imitated the sunflower at sunset, and turned their heads to look at the other side.

But seeing the never-extinguishing pillar of fascination in the center of the altar, it seemed to have lost its support and slowly weakened at this time, leaving only a water column more than ten feet high rushing upwards, which looked like a musical fountain on the square.

And Moloke was next to the fountain, holding Li Xiuran by the collar in his hand, and cut a slit more than an inch long on the side of his neck with a short dagger.

The red silk from the Demon Heart Prison has not been retracted yet, apparently just twisted the tip of Mo Luoke's dagger, so that Li Xiuran's neck was not cut off, but blood burst from his neck and he cried like a ghost.

As expected of being the son of heaven with good luck, he survived even cutting his throat by accident!

Mo Luoke didn't care about the spectators, but let go of his hand, and threw Li Xiuran into the center of the bulging column of fascination.

Hong Ling made a stop, and Mo Xinyu said anxiously: "That's bad!"

Xue Yu: "What's wrong?"

Demon Heart Prison didn't have time to answer him, so he just shouted to the crowd below: "What are you waiting for? Pass the rest away! The ceremony has already begun!"

"Ah?" Xue Yu was a little silly, "But didn't he just throw people in?"

Demon Heart Prison: "The array is always engraved to death, but the pillar of longing is the living eye of the array."

Xue Yu: "So every time you hold a ceremony, you just throw people into it?"

"Why do you think this old man doesn't even have to show his face every time!" Moxin Prison said angrily.

It's just that there wouldn't be such chaos in the past, and it only needed to absorb the leaked leftovers. Even the priest who took the initiative to enter the beam of light would not feel any strange.

They really floated up from the Pillar of Desire as if they were soaring, and there would be no pain until their physical bodies were torn apart by the turbid air.

This is a bit crude, right?Xue Yu thought.

The so-called "sacrifice" also deceived fools like the demons.

Suddenly there was a muffled "buzz", and the turbid air beat violently like sea waves, and the faces of all the people present were ugly.

Li Xiuran in the Fascinating Pillar did not know when he could not make a sound, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

He was floating on the top of the water column, unable to continue to rise due to the rupture of the upper source, he could only keep rolling like boiling.

The body that was originally only strong and strong suddenly swelled into a ball like a giant, and the skin all over the body was stretched to pieces, and blood flowed.

"No! This place is too turbid, and the formation can't stand up!" Tianshu disciple shouted profusely.

Tai Tun above his head suddenly shouted loudly: "This trash can't be suppressed, get someone else!"

In the overwhelming turbid air, Xue Yu suddenly felt a trace of familiar aura.

He suddenly raised his head and looked up, only to see Cen Shu hovering in the air, covering his head with his left hand, and some familiar black lines had already appeared on the side of his neck exposed by the edge of his collar!

"Master!"

This was the source of hostility in the Lingfu, Xue Yu suddenly realized that Cen Shu was the last one who should come to save him!

He flew upwards in a hurry, preparing to introduce all the hostility into his body.

"what!--"

The painful hiss of Demon Heart Prison came from the ground.

She was originally a container prepared for the Millennium Ceremony, and even Li Xiuran and Xue Yu were kidnapped for backup.

At this time, Mo Xin Prison was floating at the end of the water column to replace Li Xiuran, and the big meat ball that was about to burst was paralyzed on the open space on the side of the altar.

Xue Yu subconsciously stuck in the middle of the journey.

His mind was blank, but at this moment, a very inappropriate question popped up: Mom and wife fell into the water at the same time, which one do you save?

The turbid air that was splashing around suddenly shrank towards the center, and Moxin Prison gritted its teeth and shouted suddenly under the slap of the waves: "Everyone is watching what I do, why don't you hurry up and set up your formation!"

Then she said: "All the demons listen to my orders and practice on the spot!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a clanging sound from the crowd.

Di Zhao set aside the cold blade protruding from the darkness, and reminded loudly: "Protect Tianshu disciples!"

The bottom fights in a group, the top masters confront each other, only Xue Yu is fighting in the mid-air.

It's not a funny question when it comes to real choices.

Which one do I help?

"I am fine."

Suddenly a voice in my mind said so.

Xue Yu raised his head abruptly, Cen Shu on top of his head did not know when he no longer showed pain on his face, his back was straight, his long black hair fluttered, entangled with the rattling hem of his clothes, and his body was solidified with spikes, Blood-red hostility.

Bug-like black streaks climbed up his uncovered skin, and even his nails turned pure black.

Tai Tun on the opposite side of him was also entangled by this blood-like hostility, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Taituntan's angry howls echoed in the crypt.

Xue Yu was stunned and muttered, "Master?"

The man in the sky looked at him slightly from the side, the whites of his eyes were covered with black and surrounded by two red pupils, he looked strange and strange.

Two lines of tears fell from Xue Yu's eyes.

He looked at the unrecognizable sweetheart in the distance, feeling distressed and uncomfortable.

"Master..." Xue Yu couldn't hold back his tears and said, "Big brothers in Africa are not as black as you are now..."

"I can hear it."

Cen Shu's voice in his mind was a little helpless: "I will reshape the soul for you, now you and I are connected to each other, I can hear everything you say."

Xue Yu let out an "ah" and wiped away the tears that were falling down, "Although it's very wrong, the more nervous I am, the more I can't help talking trash..."

Cen Shu's voice was very gentle: "I know it as a teacher."

"Wuwu, what do you know? How did you know it again?"

Cen Shu thought for a while, and replied seriously: "On the first night, you talked a lot."

Xue Yu sobbed loudly and choked up.

High above the sky, Cen Shu's pitch-black fingertips flicked weakly, and a newly condensed chess piece quietly floated down, touching Xue Yu's lips like a kiss.

"Back off, get away from me," he said.

Xue Yu held the fallen white chess piece, tears dripped on the back of his hand without wiping it.

"We haven't settled yet," he said softly.

"I know."

"...I stand on the ground, so I can't help you block the knife like Ziwei."

Cen Shu was silent for a long time, but in the end he just congealed another chess piece and flicked Xue Yu down.

There was a battle on the ground, the magic guard and the shadow guard wanted to kill the disciples of Tianshu who had remade the magic circle, but the decent monks resisted with all their strength.

The column of fascination in the middle seems to have been forgotten by others, and only the Demon Heart Prison is struggling in it.

His mother's skin was also soaked red with blood, but her figure hadn't changed, as if she was a beauty and her last decency.

Xue Yu landed on the edge of the pool, and the water column of longing, which was several feet high before, was now less than half a meter long, and it slapped the ground like a big cake.

Demon Heart Prison was lying on the bottom of the water, as if he had lost consciousness.

Xue Yu didn't see how the Demon Heart Prison entered instead of Li Xiuran.

But thinking of this rough ritual process, there probably wasn't anything to be particular about, so he simply gritted his teeth, dived into the water, and pushed his mother out.

The spiritual energy and turbid air that had been condensed into liquid penetrated into Xue Yu's body everywhere, filling his already affluent meridians in just an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Xue Yu has already understood that it is absolutely impossible for Moxin Prison to suppress him.

Because the way to the ground was cut off, there is not only turbid air in this water column, but also aura with nowhere to go!

If it explodes, not only the demons here will explode and die, even the human monks will not be spared!

The Demon Heart Prison who was pushed out of the Pillar of Fascination woke up leisurely, and suddenly opened his eyes: "My son!"

A ray of red silk was about to be drawn in, Xue Yu raised his finger, and an outrageous force flew out sideways, smashing the red damask to pieces, not to mention even the ravine that was created when the muddy beach was fighting with the jade ice machine just now. A deeper one was left on the side.

Xue Yu endured the pain and said: "Mom, you know that there is spiritual energy here, you can't stop it!"

The devil's heart is suffocated.

"No way!" Tianshu disciple shouted again.

Di Zhao on the side went crazy first: "What's wrong!"

That day, the Shu disciple looked at her without crying: "The teleportation array on the ground can't be contacted!"

Di Zhao was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, he cursed bitterly: "Those bastards!"

When everyone was in chaos, they suddenly felt that the whole body was lightened.

But the yearning pillar on the high platform suddenly went out like a burning candle.

Xue Yu was no longer able to maintain his blindfold, and his eyelashes and pupils returned to their previous appearance.

He was wrapped in that layer of water film-like light, which made his snow hair whiter and his eyes clearer.

The sunlight like a waterfall hung down from the entrance of the cave, and the exposed blue sky circled right above Xue Yu's head.

The priest's robe with gold patterns on a white background seemed to have never been bathed in such a sacred atmosphere, and there were traces of invisible fine dust catching sunlight, bouncing around the tips of his almost transparent eyelashes.

Like a tribute to be offered to heaven and earth, he stood in the center of the altar to receive the worship of believers.

Cen Shu suddenly realized that he actually didn't like his little apprentice wearing white.

Because it looked like a light that couldn't be grasped.

The white shadow in the middle of the altar suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the entrance of the cave!

Seeing this scene from a distance, the eyes of Taitun Beach were wide open.

Others may not understand it, but he can see that this unprecedented container actually holds all the pure and turbid qi that is sealed or transferred in the formation. If he leaves the ground, the entire underground palace of the demon race will become a mess. An empty shell!

Can't let him out!

Taituntan violently split the shackles around him, and turned around to stop him

Cen Shu snorted coldly, and the red shadow screamed, already wrapped in a lot of pressure to block in front of Tai Tutan.

Xue Yu flew past Cen Shu without looking sideways. When the two passed by, it seemed that time stood still for a moment, and the tips of different-colored hair were entangled together like life.

In just a moment, they separated from each other again.

The two-color chess piece flashed in succession, and Taitu Tan fell several feet away with a muffled grunt, and was thrown far behind by Xue Yu.

The bloody ghost roared sharply, and the hostility that once entrenched in Cen Shuling's mansion poured towards the Taitun Beach like a faucet was turned on.

They all know who the real creditors are.

The hatred accumulated for thousands of years, the resentful spirits that were once submerged in the torrent of history, all scrambled to give him the final blow!

This is not a fight, but a revenge that has been endured for thousands of years through the medium of Cen Shu!

Two figures rushed up immediately, one brushed past Cen Shu, and the other stood in front of Tai Tutan alone.

The crimson hostility suddenly stopped in the air, and the protruding spikes were only half an inch away from the tip of Mo Fengzhi's nose.

Cen Shu's body was red like flames, and the scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the scene of the snow leopard resisting that blow for him a long time ago.There were indistinct black lines on his cheeks, he tried his best to suppress the restless hostility, and couldn't help but ask, "...why?"

The two vast spiritual forces collided and squeezed, blood flowed out from his seven orifices, Mo Fengzhi swayed back and forth like a small boat in a storm, crumbling.

His eyelids were slightly closed, hiding all his emotions under his eyelashes.

"In the world... there is no child... who would find fault with daddy," Mo Fengzhi said intermittently, as if to win the trust of others, but also as if to convince himself, "Even if the purpose is not pure, but... happiness is real of……"

Although he is not surrounded by the surrounding cliffs like other demons in the ground, his eyes have been covered by other things that are more difficult to break.

Cen Shu asked again, "Is it worth it?"

As if separated by time and space, he muttered to another person who had stood in front of him.

Mo Fengzhi froze for a moment, as if he had never considered this issue.

He muttered as if he was about to say something more when he was suddenly slapped away by the person behind him.

Tai Tutan laughed loudly: "—how can there be a reason for a son to protect me instead!"

They are his adoptive sons, the pigs and sheep he raised in captivity, the tears of farmers crying for cows are real, and his love for them has never been false.

Mo Fengzhi was knocked down by multiple spiritual pressures. He looked up into the air in panic, only to see the dirty red light and billowing black air stripping off the young man in white one by one, whistling towards the sky. swallow.

He saw his adoptive father being entangled and swallowed by bloody ghosts, and amidst the creepy sound of tearing and chewing, he heard his unwilling roar.

"I'll die a hero—"

"And you——will become sinners in the entire cultivation world!"

As if feeling it, Moloko in the sky turned his head and looked down.

The glare of sunlight above the crypt almost blinded Moloko in an instant, and the most pure and condensed clear and turbid air was also like a white holy fire. When it was time, he was wrapped and burned.

He was too close, and he couldn't stand the gift from the sky.

Just like Icarus with a pair of wings made of wax, he couldn't stand the scorching sun after all.

However, Moloko didn't seem to feel any pain, and just looked at the black hole created by the collapse of the ground.

There are shadows there, but it is his only fire.

At that moment, hundreds of years of past flashed by like a revolving lantern in front of him.

In the dirty and messy underground, Moloke, who was born in a mistake, was abandoned like garbage, and was held in his arms by Taishangtan, raised him personally, and personally guided him to practice.

He is the chick he raised.

The half-breed baby whose umbilical cord blood was still dry on the street corner was just glanced at by Tai Tutan who was passing by with his subordinates, and then was quietly strangled to death in the rubble by Moloko.

"Vile. Vile blood."

At that time, Moloko was not as tall as a man's thigh, and he only learned the sporadic sentences that those people had said.

Taitun felt that the blood of the beast was dirty, so Moroko also felt that it was very dirty.

He loathes others, and he loathes himself even more.

The human-devil hybrid is no different from a human cultivator before losing Yuanyang, so Mo Luoke is responsible for the task of going to the ground to act.

The culture of the human race is richer than that of the demons oppressed underground. He heard others say that "the body and the skin are the parents".

After returning from that mission, Tai Tutan asked him, "Why did you cut your hair?"

Moloko knelt on one knee beside the throne, feeling the other's rough fingers running through his short hair.

He didn't speak, just thinking, I don't want those dirty things.

Their relationship changed once after Moloko saw a female human race walk into the room of the muddy beach.

The next night he knelt naked by the bedside of Taituntan, with an expression on his face like a lost lamb when he raised his head.

And the woman was too muddy and never saw it again, nor did she ask about it, everyone knew it well.

It may seem crazy to outsiders, but to Morocco, every one of those things is good.

He is different from Mo Fengzhi, whether it is the rise and fall of the human race or the survival of the demon race, Mo Luoke doesn't care.

He just wanted to establish an unbreakable and unique relationship with Tai Tun.

It is the blind and foolish loyalty of the shadow guard to the master; it is the apprentice toddling with the master;

Those revolving lanterns gradually came to the end.

Morokor's baked white pupils reflected the black hole in the ground, which was too far away, and he flew too high, so he could only see a small black spot.

His lips parted and closed indistinctly, turning to ashes in the sunlight.

"buzz"

The moment Xue Yu broke through the darkness, he seemed to be looking down on the whole world from a very high place.

"buzz"

This is a very strange feeling.

The multi-dimensional space-time is presented in front of him in a state that can be flipped through. Xue Yu saw himself a long time ago—a mere thinking self, looking down on the world from this angle.

And the part that needs to be carried by the body and described as "instinct" is abandoned—or "invested" into the world, becoming a snow leopard with no aim.

He saw the story that should have happened in the original book:

Those resentments and hostility that were not willing to dissipate after Cen Shu's death, saw Moxin Prison confronting Li Xiuran in the final villain's posture, saying "you have the breath of my son", and he was easily killed by him.

Seeing that Li Xiuran enjoyed all the sweetness before, he was finally filled into the column of fascination and became a new generation of turbid air container.

Seeing the Catacombs as a never-ending "Snow Country Train", those demons acting as "perpetual motion machines", and the powerful world of cultivating immortals stepping on the dead bodies of demons.

This was originally an evolution led by the Dao of Heaven.

The creatures who need spiritual power and the demons who need turbid air are completely separated, so both parties survive in the most suitable environment, and gradually change for the better.

The aptitude of the human race has been greatly improved, and the demon race has also healed the stubborn disease of being irrational before the cultivation base was improved.

——It’s just that the latter paid a small price, which is not worth mentioning in the operation of the Dao of Heaven.

However, "the Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people are one of them."

The way of heaven is precious, so the "person" who captured Xue Yu to act as "one of escape" is the glimmer of life reserved for the demons.

Li Xiuran was blessed by heaven, while Xue Yu knew the script in advance, the two were actually very fair.

In the previous life, Xue Bao only wanted to save Cen Shu alone, but in this life Xue Yu wanted to save tens of thousands of lives.

Memories of modern society in my mind are like water vapor on a mirror, slowly fading away when the sun shines on it.

At this moment, he seemed to understand Moloko's mood when he gave up resisting at the end and looked down.

They seem to have no future, but they are reluctant to say "goodbye".

Taituntan's roar was torn to pieces together with the **** spirit.

The last trace of red marks separated from the center of Cen Shu's brows, and the abnormality on his body also disappeared.

Someone asked hesitantly, "...won?"

Cen Shu was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly felt the surging power above his head, and the golden light of merit soaring on his body.

He raised his head suddenly, and the person has teleported to the sky.

There was an invisible, indescribable, and inscrutable force that stopped Cen Shu, and he stared at the person thousands of meters away.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, just heard the sound of "buzz", and thousands of golden threads suddenly appeared on Cen Shu's body, extending to infinite distances in all directions, entwining him densely.

The entire sky is reflected in golden splendor by this golden thread of merit.

Immediately afterwards there was another sound, and a huge lotus shadow emerged from the bundle of golden threads.

It only took a moment to bloom, and the lotus petals fell one after another.

Every time a piece falls, a bundle of gold threads is cut from the gold cluster in the middle.

All the golden threads peeled off from Cen Shu's body, twisted into one strand consciously, passed through the power that did not belong here, and rolled towards Xue Yu.

In the golden light all over the sky, those lips that were not stained with blood opened and closed.

Under the high altitude, in the rustling wind, the young man looked at him with clear eyes, and silently spit out the words that the mad dog had no time to say, and then disappeared abruptly in the gap between the tangled merit threads.

Cen Shu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The clear and turbid air that has lost its restraint spreads out like an explosion, and it stretches for thousands of miles in an instant.

The two forces that were once distinct are now inseparably mixed together in the most intimate gesture, just like when the world first opened.

The power of the riot brought the wind howling.

The golden thread was entangled and churned like a water snake. From the thickness of the first few people hugging each other, it gradually rolled into a small ball that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, extending into an inexplicable shape.

The mysterious and mysterious power disappeared, and Cen Shu came to the golden light in a flash.

The golden light that was as thick as the mouth of the bowl then shrunk, and when it fell into his arms, it was only the size of a palm, and suddenly a thin strand stretched out, draping softly on Cen Shu's arm.

The golden light faded slowly, it was the familiar form of a young leopard, a milky white mass that hadn't bloomed, and the golden light that hadn't faded remained on the tips of the ears and the tip of the tail.

He closed his eyes, as if sleeping soundly.

The soft and warm abdomen was pressed against Cen Shu's wrist, and the drums and drums showed fresh vitality.

The violent spiritual pressure suppressed by Cen Shu's body suddenly dissipated.

He laughed, and stretched out his hand to pull the cub's ear.

The little guy seemed to be awakened by him, his round ears "slapped" his fingertips open, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

Those blue wawa animal pupils met Cen Shu's gaze, and the pupils suddenly constricted in fear.

He raised his neck, opened his mouth like lightning, and bit Cen Shu's outstretched wrist hard.

Immediately afterwards, he dodged backwards and fell from the cloud head.

The author has something to say: Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, Ula!