Demon Venerable Dao Companion will never break off the marriage

For a moment, the sun was covered by red clouds, and the entire sky was diffused. The red light shone bloody.

Xia Zijiao looked up at the sky, then looked back at Alaya: "Come on, let's go and have a look."

Alaya was looking at Xia Zijiao, and came back to his senses for a moment, thinking in his heart that the Huomingzhu should have fallen into the Lord's hands at the moment it was born, and it would not have a great impact on Xia Zijiao, so he nodded.

Alaya walked very fast, and when he was about to reach the bright moon, he paused, took two steps back to block the road, and blocked Xia Zijiao behind him: "Well, there are a lot of people dead, you better not look at it."

Xia Zijiao frowned, and pushed away Alaya who stood in front of him: "Don't underestimate me."

Two steps forward, the corridor came to the end, and below it was a piece of fine white sand, paved all the way to the distance, until under the stone tablet with the three characters wangmingyue.

The stone tablet was stained with blood, and there were corpses all over the ground on the fine white sandstone. Each of them had a jade pendant with the Zhao family's senior family pattern hanging down on the ground. There were not so many people when he left. Xia Zijiao moved his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhao standing aside.

He stood in the distance, watching this scene indifferently.

These direct descendants of the Zhao family were called by him to protect him from disaster, Xia Zijiao frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

What an inexhaustible talent, smart enough, ruthless enough.

Seeing him coming, Mr. Zhao clasped his hands together and made a very solemn salute: "Young Master."

Xia Zijiao looked at him for a while: "I will go to see the Bai family later, and I will be under the leadership of the Bai family. I don't like people who overstep."

Young Master Zhao said happily, "Yes, thank you, Young Master."

Looking back at Yin Xuansheng, Xia Zijiao inhaled slightly. Even though he was still the same Yin Xuansheng, his power and sense of oppression were still increasing day by day. Standing on the fine white sand in a black robe, the world seems to be It is about to lose color, and only coldness and blood remain between black and white, and the indifference and sharpness between the eyebrows make people shy away.

"Let's go." Xia Zijiao said softly.

Yin Xuansheng nodded, striding towards him, there seemed to be something in those deep black eyes, staring at him tightly, looking into his eyes, looking into his soul.

Xia Zijiao subconsciously took a step back, only to realize what he was doing right away, and quietly moved back to his original position.

"Come here." He stood at the other end of the corridor, his eyes suddenly softened, and he called softly.

Xia Zijiao walked over quickly with his clothes fluttering, and walked out beside him side by side.

It doesn't take long to get there from Mingyue City to Chiyun Immortal Mansion, but this is only for cultivators. Xia Zijiao is now close to a mortal, and he needs to choose a place to stay when he eats and sleeps.

In the evening, Yin Xuansheng seemed to know everything in the fairy world by heart, and took Xia Zijiao to the Shuiyue Residence, which was half hidden on the river: "It's quiet here, good for self-cultivation and tranquility."

Xia Zijiao glanced sideways at Yin Xuansheng a few times, hummed lightly, and always felt that Yin Xuansheng was a little different from before.

He was keenly aware of this change, but he couldn't describe it accurately. His brows and eyes were still as cold as before, his expression was slightly drawn like a knife's edge, and his eyes fell on the seemingly ruthless thin lips. He looked at Xia Zi for a moment. Jiao silently moved his eyes away.

It's kind of weird looking at the lips...

The young man looked away, but he didn't see a faint smile that suddenly appeared on Yin Xuansheng's lips.

There was no one in the center of Shuiyueju, only a black hole where the enchantment opened, and a top-grade spirit stone was thrown into it, and a jade tablet flew out of it. Yin Xuansheng raised his hand to catch it, and turned around to take Xia Zijiao upstairs.

Xia Zijiao looked at this set of procedures, and it seemed that there were still a lot of high-income earners in the six realms. It happened that he was also sleepy, and he couldn't help yawning behind Xia Zijiao.

Yin Xuansheng turned his head and saw the young man's face wrinkled into a ball: "Ah Qian."

"Huh?" The boy responded softly.

Yin Xuansheng raised his hand and touched the boy's cheek: "Do you want to remember?"

Shocked, Xia Zijiao stopped on the stairs, and immediately strode forward: "This..."

How should he answer this.

After entering the room, Xia Zijiao still didn't say anything, he felt Yin Xuansheng's scruples, this incident was terrifying, it made Yin Xuansheng scruples, and made his answer more cautious.

The room is spacious, with elegant furnishings, and most of the ornaments are jade. Yin Xuansheng sat down at the table. At that moment, Xia Zijiao could feel Yin Xuansheng's solemnity and scruples, but at this moment, Yin Xuansheng became the Yin Xuansheng that people couldn't see through. He raised his hand, poured two cups of tea, and put one of them in front of Xia Zijiao.

Xia Zijiao hesitated for a moment, but instead of sitting down, he took two steps forward and stood in front of Yin Xuansheng. His expression slowly accumulated a bit of stubbornness. He lowered his eyes and looked at the distance between the two of them standing and sitting. The stool was far away. Xia Zijiao took a step forward and sat on Yin Xuansheng's lap, looking straight at him.

"You have actually remembered a lot of things, haven't you? If you remember, I will remember too." It is their common memory, why should only one person bear it.

Yin Xuansheng's hand holding the teacup paused, seeing the young man leaning forward to speak seriously, he was very close, his brows and eyes were very close, and his lips were also very close, and he leaned forward slightly because of speaking, with his hands resting on his lap, The fingertips tightened slightly, and the black cloth was slightly wrinkled.

Yin Xuansheng tightened his fingers and put down the teacup: "Ah Qian, memory is not a treasure."

Xia Zijiao looked at him: "But you are in my memory."

Yin Xuansheng's eyes looked at the young man, and he was swallowed by the emotions evoked by these words for almost a moment. He stroked the young man's cheek with his palm, and his thumb landed on the young man's soft lower lip.

Light but hot caress.

His gaze was scorching hot, and the young man pursed his lips helplessly, but he did not resist, and looked at him blankly: "Do we want spiritual cultivation?"

There was only an inch between each other, Yin Xuansheng asked softly in a low voice: "What is spiritual cultivation." He felt that the young man probably didn't understand this.

"That's it." Xia Zijiao leaned forward again, and the two of them were almost close together. He closed his eyes, and gently pressed his forehead against Yin Xuansheng's, but for a moment he didn't feel that the two souls were intertwined. : "Are you coming into my purple mansion, or I'm going into your purple mansion? It seems very difficult..."

He closed his eyes, but he seemed to hear Yin Xuansheng chuckled, which was as fleeting as a breath, and he pressed his back with a hot hand: "Let me enter your purple mansion."

The next moment, Xia Zijiao groaned softly, and felt the world spinning, a huge warmth came from the purple mansion, and immediately spread throughout his body, every joint and every pore of his body was soaked in warm spiritual power , a hundred times more comfortable than soaking in the spiritual spring, but occasionally there is a faint tingling feeling.

Yin Xuansheng's power is violent, and his soul is not gentle, but after entering Xia Zijiao's purple mansion, Xia Zijiao did not resist. The nourishment of his soul is very high, but he still cannot avoid feeling uncomfortable because of his Gengjin aura.

But it was better than he imagined. Regarding spiritual cultivation, Yin Xuansheng always believed that the power of Xia Zijiao's soul was not enough to withstand the pressure of his Zifu, and entering Xia Zijiao's Zifu after removing most of the power seemed to Xia Zijiao. I can still be patient.

There was chaos in Xia Zijiao's purple mansion. Demonic energy, cast spells, Gengjin energy mixed and bound in the magical energy, chaotic and thin spiritual energy, and the power of the Xuanling Orb that guarded his spiritual veins, some of them were chaotic and entangled. At the same time, some of them are factions, spreading outward from the Purple Mansion, connected to his spiritual veins and his body.

Half an hour later, Xia Zijiao fell into Yin Xuansheng's arms and leaned against his shoulder. The feeling of fusion of mind and soul was very subtle. For a moment, it gave people the feeling that the two had merged into one person. Leaning on Yin Xuansheng's shoulder, he sniffed at the fabric The faint fragrance of this is like a home-loving child burying his head in his shoulder and neck, longing for a hug that fills the gaps and a peaceful dream.

Yin Xuansheng felt the boy who was hugged up like an octopus, grabbed the boy's waist and lifted him into his arms: "Go to sleep."

"You stay with me." The young man murmured, almost falling asleep.

"Yeah." Yin Xuansheng raised his hand to caress the soft hair of the young man, and lay down on the bed with his arms in his arms. His eyes that were not closed in the darkness were like a deep pool of silence. An immature rabbit.

In fact, he longed for flesh and blood.

……

Xia Zijiao had a dream, dreaming of himself, it should be him...

Or Su Zijiao?He faintly felt that it was Su Zijiao.

It was a big restaurant, with so many lanterns hanging around it like stars, the orange-red light was hazy and gorgeous, and countless people were walking through it.

Su Zijiao was sitting in the most remote corner, dressed in white clothes like snow, clear and beautiful, with a bit of pride in his own identity and excellent self-cultivation, which separated him from the people around him. A disciple of the Su family who wore similar clothes to him, judging from their clothes, they should also be of the blood of the Su family, but the degree of nobility of the jade pendant was only comparable to that of the person sitting opposite Su Zijiao.

The person sitting next to Su Zijiao patted him on the shoulder: "Sigh, Zijiao, what have you learned in Xixin Sea recently? I heard that there is a new monster over there, causing a lot of shock?"

Su Zijiao smiled, and his brows were bright: "Father called that sea the Sea of ​​​​Xinxin back then to make them change their minds. I want the monsters to never step out of the sea of ​​​​Xinxin in this life. As for the new devil." His expression was slightly concentrated, as if thinking of What, the brows frowned even tighter.

"A natural born monster has his own destiny, let him be mad for two years."

Xia Zijiao watched from the side. Although he knew that this was probably a dream, he still couldn't help stretching out his hand while he was in it, hesitating to speak.

Half-soul friend, the person sitting on the other side of you is drugging your wine...

To be precise, it is a small, vermilion pill, which is colorless and odorless once it is melted into the water, and it is a fairy medicine that even gods can't stop.

Pour a cup.

"Zijiao is really powerful. The Xixinhai can enter and exit three times without any damage. I heard that the monster has something to do with the way of heaven, but it is true."

Su Zijiao seemed to be a little concerned, but concealed it very well: "Don't be rude, that devil is called Wuwang."

The man responded quickly, and the wine entered his throat.

It turns out that I was poisoned to death in a flower building in my previous life?

Xia Zijiao is numb...

After watching for a while, Su Zijiao didn't get poisoned, but a thin layer of red appeared on his ears and neck. He raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead, raised his eyes, his eyes fluctuated like sharp blades: "You put the wine in the wine. what."

The man smiled: "It's rare to come out for a stroll, Zijiao, don't be so self-sufficient, the spring night is short, call a beauty for Mr. Su."

"Fuck off, what idea are you guys having, I won't touch anyone, dirty stuff."

Xia Zijiao figured it out with his toes. The person they arranged for him must be faulty. In this flower building, or even outside the flower building, Su Zijiao can't touch anyone. No one knows who will be the trap.

Moreover, Su Zijiao, who is so talented and obsessed with cultivation, will definitely not break his Yuan Yang body easily.

Watching Su Zijiao wave his sword away from the crowd, stumbling away under Yuechen's protection, Xia Zijiao followed along.

Until Su Zijiao ran into someone's arms.

Corridor, black clothes, cold and violent eyebrows, familiar features, but some strange expressions.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, scrutinizing his prey like a beast, his dark pupils were full of the reflection of Su Zijiao.

"Su Zijiao." His voice was cold and playful.

His eyes fell slightly, and kept looking down, inspecting like a judge: "Your condition...is not very good."

Well, the feeling of watching a play from the sidelines.

It feels like he really had a grudge against Xuan Sheng in his previous life... It seems that they could fight at any time.

The next moment, Wuwang's hand suddenly reached forward, feeling as if he wanted to crush his throat, he pressed the brocade robe with his palm, which was made of gorgeous and exquisite fabric, and went down, down, palm stopped, and looked at the cloth in front of him. Su Zijiao.

"Sage Su, who has no desires and desires, is quite energetic."

Xia Zijiao's lower abdomen tightened, and the hairs on his entire back stood up.

My God, this is actually his previous life, this is actually Xuan Sheng's previous life, as expected, the reincarnated person is a brand new person, this is too scary, this is a public place.

Before the sigh fell, the next moment it was no longer a public place, and Wu Wang carried Su Zijiao into an empty guest room nearby.

"Don't touch me!" Yuechen Jian pointed at Wuwang, but Wuwang easily pushed the sword away. He seemed to like this process very much. A heart born in evil and naturally cold, he has a heart that likes to appreciate some things. The malice of playing with the process.

Wu Wang pushed him on the bed, and replied calmly: "Little saint, if I didn't even take off your clothes, is that considered indecent?"

Xia Zijiao watched this scene wide-eyed, woke up in fright, took a few breaths of panic, raised his eyes to meet Yin Xuansheng's eyes, and immediately found himself lying on his body like an octopus, remembering that Wu Wang arrived at Su Zijiao in the dream The knee between the legs, the face suddenly burned, and hurriedly got up.

"I...I want to change clothes, you go out first." Xia Zijiao's ears seemed to be burning red, even though he couldn't see it, he could still feel the burning.

Yin Xuansheng looked at the distressed look of the young man: "What's the matter?" He seemed to have had a nightmare, but his reaction when he woke up was a bit extreme.

"I..." Xia Zijiao's face was getting hotter and hotter, and he didn't know how to say this: "You go out first, I...I want to change my pants."

"A Qian, who did you dream about." Yin Xuansheng looked at him with an exceptionally soft and chilling expression.

"I dreamed of you...no, it was Wu Wang and Su Zijiao."

Yin Xuansheng's expression was slightly gloomy, the influence of his previous life on Ah Qian was greater than he imagined.

The curtain fell, and the cloth gave off a subtle Xi Suo rubbing against his body. Yin Xuansheng approached him and hugged him into his arms: "Your spiritual veins are sealed, and you are no different from ordinary men for the time being, because the essence of mengchu is a common thing."

"Really..." The young man muttered, "Then I am not the body of Yuan Yang? But I haven't started to practice properly yet."

Yin Xuansheng hugged him from his side, and put his chin lightly on the young man's shoulder. When he spoke, his voice fell next to the young man's ears. The slightly low voice made the eardrums itch slightly: "What do you want the body of Yuan Yang to do?"

"Then are you still Yuan Yang?" Xia Zijiao asked angrily.

"still."

"What do you want the body of Yuan Yang to do?" No one in the cultivator knows that the body of Yuan Yang is good. What the Yang body does is something that all practitioners want.

Yin Xuansheng tightened his arms and leaned closer to the boy's ear, his breath fell on his ear: "If you like it, I will leave it to you."

Xia Zijiao was so shocked by this answer that he was speechless for a long time. It took him a long time to search for a piece of knowledge that had been forgotten in the corner of his memory. I don't care much about magic, but I like double cultivation.

Xuansheng, he has already entered the magic way...