Don't disturb my cultivation of immortals before transmigrating quickly

"Is there really nothing you can do?"

The Temple of Order, which is different from the golden Temple of War God, exudes the same faint blue as the divine power of the barren land as a whole. A huge time bearing is rotating on the top of the temple, which looks elegant and sacred.

In the hall, Huang Lu stood up straight like a student being admonished by a teacher, with his head lowered, his lips tightly pursed without saying a word.He stubbornly turned his back to Zhitong, and whenever Zhitong walked in front of him, he would turn around half a circle to show his back again.

"Desolation! How many years, tens of thousands of years, you still act like a child!" The childish child shook his hands angrily.

Zhitong knew that Huanglu would never lie to him, and Huanglu's attitude obviously meant that he had a solution but was unwilling to say it.

"I will always be Mr. Ye's student." Lu Lu felt that Zhitong was really angry, so he reluctantly turned to face Zhitong, but his eyes still drifted away from both sides, unwilling to meet people.

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I accept you as a student?" The childish child was so angry that he wanted to laugh. The number of times he spent with the desolate land before he became a god was very few in his opinion. The main god, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to be the identity of the barren land teacher.

"Mr. Ye's influence on me is so great that Mr. Ye himself doesn't understand it. It is by following Mr. Ye's footsteps that I stepped into the realm of God. Mr. Ye will always be my Mr. Ye." He is a single-minded person who admits death.

"Since I'm your teacher, can't you answer a question for me?" Zhitong was shorter than Huanglu, otherwise he would have just pinched Huanglu's chin to force him to look directly at him.

"..." Huang Lu continued to remain silent.

"Huang! Wu! Worry!" Childish and angry, he called out the word Huanglu that hadn't been mentioned for many years.

"Yes!" Huang Lu replied instinctively.

"Take the sword!" Zhitong shouted, then threw a dark iron epee to Huang Lu, and summoned an ice soul soft sword himself.

The two of them started fighting like this.

The divine weapon of the barren land is a lun/plate, and the attack weapon is the long sword before becoming a god. After the barren land came to the God Realm, it was also contaminated with divinity and became a divine weapon.If the two of them fought with divine power and artifacts, the Temple of Order would no longer need to exist.

The two swords collided, and there was a sound of weapons colliding in the temple.The heavy sword in Huanglu's hand did not affect his speed at all. He had the upper hand in terms of strength, and every blow was crisp and neat without any unnecessary movements.At this moment, he didn't seem to regard the other party as his sweetheart, but as a real enemy.Perhaps it is precisely because of his liking for children that he respects children with a serious attitude towards the enemy.

On Zhitong's side, without the advantages of strength and speed, he had no choice but to win with dexterity, which is why he took a soft sword.This ice soul soft sword can be driven by internal force, bent at will, if it is driven by divine power, it can also be disassembled and reassembled.

However, even so, the child was still at a disadvantage, feeling more and more tired under the barren land's offensive.After all, he hadn't used martial arts for many years, so he was naturally no match for the barren land, which was originally a soldier.

Just when the barren land was about to win with a forward stab, the childish boy knew that he was no match, and his mind was running wildly thinking about how to defeat the enemy.

Seeing that the sword tip was getting closer and closer to him, the momentary events were slowed down countless times in the eyes of the childish child, but at the same time his body was unable to move quickly.In the end, it seemed that a nerve in the child's head was suddenly broken under such stimulation. Instead of dodging, he rushed forward facing the sword.

He said he was showing his true abilities to compete, but it was still a competition after all, how could Huanglu really hurt Zhitong, seeing Zhitong's posture, he had to change the forward thrust to a reverse horizontal chop and threw the sword out.

Then, Huang Lu felt himself being hugged, and a warm touch was touched on his chin.

He didn't dare to move, his eyes glanced down, but he met the flustered and shy eyes of the childish child.

The childish boy's decision in desperation was to rush up and hug the barren land. He didn't know what was going on in his head, but he just kissed him like this. Moreover, because of his height, even though he stood on tiptoe, he still only touched the barren land's chin.

Now, the child's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he didn't even dare to move, continuing to maintain this silly posture.

As for Huanglu, he hugged him tightly, pressed the child's head in his arms, and smiled with his head raised.

When was the last time the barren land laughed like this?It seems that it was the time when I saw Ye Zhitong in the chess hall.

"You, what are you laughing at!" The childish child was so angry that he clenched his fist and punched Huang Lu's chest.

The barren land naturally took the blow.

Then, Huang Lu bent down and lowered his head, carefully held the cheek of his sweetheart who was thinking of omnipotence, and kissed it gently.

This is an extremely well-behaved kiss, just like the love Lulu has for children, he abides by the rules and never dares to go beyond half a step.The contact of four lips is already the biggest step that Huang Lu dared to take, he was afraid that if he took one step further, his lover who was always awkward would be abrupt.

The two of them closed their eyes, and their hearts were pounding, even trying to cover the sound of time passing.Knowing that Zhitong quietly stuck out his tongue, and the tip of his tongue licked Lu Lu's lower lip, the kiss completely lost its rhythm.

Uneasiness, plunder, depression, obsession... Lu Lu rubbed these emotions into this kiss, and he was suddenly afraid, afraid that this kiss was just a deal made by the shrewd and strategic chess god in order to obtain the method of soul cohesion.He would rather that this kiss was just a charity, the last warmth given to a poor man who couldn't love him, and he didn't want the child to have any other purpose for his kindness.

Zhitong felt a little pain in his mouth, but he didn't stop Huang Lu, but hugged him very tightly, very tightly.

When the kiss was over, tears rolled down his cheeks.

The one who cries is the deserted land.

"Why are you crying? Are you ashamed?" The child stretched out his hand to look for Huang Lu's hand. His fingers were like nimble little snakes, squeezed into the gap between Huang Lu's fingers, and intertwined with his.

The two fell in love because of a competition, and got love because of a competition.Zhitong finally looked directly into his heart, he felt guilty for his awkwardness, so he kissed the tears of the deserted land.

God is no different from man, lips are warm, tears are salty.

"I, I'll tell you, the way to reunite Lin Feng's soul..." Huang Lu didn't dare to look into Zhitong's eyes, he decided to say this answer first, lest Zhitong ask later.

Unexpectedly, Zhitong shook his head: "No need, if you don't want to say it, of course you have your reasons. I won't force you."

Only then did Huang Lu feel that his hanging heart fell to the ground.Like a stray dog ​​that has finally found its owner, he bends down and puts his head, which is bigger than the owner's, on the owner's chest, frantically rubbing it back and forth, coquettishly expressing his grievances.

"It's okay, I'll figure it out on my own. But I have to go back and see if anything happened to that guy in Lyria. His mental state is very unstable." The childish boy rubbed the head of the barren land and brushed his neatly combed hair Scratching a mess, he thought it was quite amusing.

"With his godhead, he can condense Lin Feng's soul. As the main god, he can even directly restore Lin Feng's previous memory and the power of a false god. But in contrast, Lyria has to go to the original world to experience and ascend again in order to recover It belongs to the god of war, and if the god of war is taken away during this period, he can only experience it again, and then rise to other gods. Fortunately, he has memory during this process, so it shouldn't be too difficult. As long as But during this period of time, you need to deal with the affairs of the Temple of War and the supply of the power of the main god." Before the child left, the desolate land still spoke.

"Are you supplying the divine power of the two shrines alone?" Zhitong frowned. If what Desolation said is true, this is indeed a lot of consumption. During the return of Lyria, Desolation should change. Much weaker.

"En." Huang Lu nodded, there was no way, who made him the God of Order.

"... Thank you for your hard work." Zhitong knew that there was no other way.

"For you." Lu Lu smiled again, his smile was reserved and warm, completely different from his previous cold appearance.

"Pfft... you should smile more. Maybe Xiaoxiao has caught up with me long ago?" Zhitong teased the deserted land like this.

"Eh... is, is it?" Huang Lu hurriedly turned into a mirror to see his current expression.

When he looked up again, Zhitong had already left.

But that's okay, he's got what he wants.