Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Plop, plop, plop—

The newly appointed young master stood indifferently on the high platform of the ceremony, listening to his father's speech.

The sky or the ground, there is always a place, there is the sound of heavy objects colliding, it sounds like a loud sound coming from his chest.

But the young master knew that his heart had never jumped so fast, so it must be an illusion.

He stood with his hands down in boredom, and the snow-white sleeves hung down from his arms, like a piece of thin snow.

It was the first time in these years that he was wearing a robe of this color, which was as soft as a cloud.

His father said: The young master is diligent in cultivation, and he is a dragon and a phoenix among people.

The young master thought: Indeed.

His father said: The young master is modest, humble and friendly.

The young master thought: fart.

His father said with a smile: The young master respects the old and loves the young, is filial to the clan, takes care of the overall situation, and is more than enough to be the next patriarch of our clan.

The young master lowered his eyes, thinking: I can't spit out ivory.

Just after you killed the mother clansman you hated, you were promoted to this position, which shows the nature.

Moreover, the young Daoxiu young master does not show his face, so no one can know what he is thinking in his heart.

I don't know that a mature and stable person in the future will still listen to it now while mocking a few words in his heart. Fortunately, no one can hear what he is thinking, otherwise the current image will collapse completely.

Afterwards, his father's speech ended, and the voices of the people in the audience grew louder, drowning them like a tide.

The young master turned around, holding the Meteorite Iron that his father had given him in his hand, and was about to forge a divine sword.

Since he stepped off the high platform, the clansmen backed up spontaneously, making way for him.

In people's eyes, the young master has eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes that are a little dark like stars, long hair bundled up, no hair left, looks more youthful, broad shoulders, long legs, straight back, like a sharp sword with half drawn out .

And the young master thought in his heart: If you don't want to hear it, go back quickly.

He drooped his eyelashes to hide the boredom in his eyes.

After he left, the voices of the clansmen behind him quieted down. Everyone looked at each other, and no one mentioned what happened just now.

What's more, they quietly asked the Patriarch why he appointed this unfavored son as the next Patriarch.

He is withdrawn, out of gregarious, never smiles, and speaks very little.

I lived in a remote courtyard since I was a child, and I have been separated from others. How can I have any friendship with the family?

His father said: "This child... will definitely become a great weapon in the future."

The most favored youngest son of the middle-aged man squeezed in from behind the crowd. A group of people half-kneeled and called them young masters.

The young master's eyes were red and his hair was disheveled. He must have been crying in the room for a long time.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the head of the family could feel distressed: "Oh, what's the matter."

"What's the matter!" The youngest son yelled, "Why did you give the young master to him and not to me? Daddy, don't you love me?!"

"how could be!"

The head of the family picked him up and let the youngest son show off on his shoulders, "Of course I love you, but..."

He recalled the hexagram and sighed: "He must be the head of the family to lead us up."

Everyone complained: "Only him..."

"What can he do for us?"

"It would be nice to be able to make a little bit of contribution to the clan."

"Don't tell me, that look is quite bluffing..."

Everyone laughed, only the young master clinging to his father's shoulder, biting his thumb sullenly.

Several elders slowly gathered around, looked at each other, and vaguely confirmed one thing.

As for the young master who had just taken office and was talked about by others, he slowly left the field and went to another place.

There are mixed tombstones and overgrown weeds, but the inside has been cleaned clean.

The young master sat down in front of the tombstone, staring at the short name on the tombstone for a long time, looking fascinated.

That is his mother.

How ridiculous.

The father took away the cultivation resources from the mother, euphemistically saying "I will protect you well when I am strong".

In order to strengthen his attachment to his father, his mother sent the young him to his father's family to grow up in a remote corner.

In order to control him, the nominal patriarch's son, the tribe threatened him with his mother's relics.

Now, he has grown into a powerful young man, killed the clansman who took away his mother's relic, walked out from a remote corner, and showed his father his strength.

His father greeted him with fear and trepidation, and became the new young master.

But now, he still has nothing.

resource?connections?A close friend, a confidant subordinate?

He, a polished commander.

Nothing at all.

The ambition in his chest is fermenting, and it is the result of the desire to rule. In the future, he will grasp everything he has seen before but does not have in his hands, and hold it tightly in his palm.

There were subtle drops of rain falling, the sky was overcast for a long time, and there were finally signs of dissolution.

Those not-so-clear streams of water washed the dust off the tombstone, revealing a woman's name.

Forget it, he closed his eyes.

You can't blame her, it's not easy for a cowardly woman like her to send her child far away.

Suddenly, he heard that voice again, as if it came from the distant sky.

Exposed from the chest, subtly overlapping.

The shadow of the tree swayed, and the long branches were like the arms of a demon waving, weaving a large gray and black net high above.

Plop, plop--

The young master stood up vigilantly and looked around. What is this sound?

He firmly thought, this must not be his heartbeat.

thump--

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught the figure falling from the sky.

This time, the sound was indeed coming from his arm.

He put one arm around the man's slender waist, and the other hand went around the bend of his leg, subconsciously wanting to wrap him around and place him securely in his arms.

The man's icy breath was hesitating around his neck, as if he was dying and lifeless.

The young master stood there for half an hour without shaking his arms at all.

He first thought, could it be that the plan in his heart went too far, and God sent punishment to warn him?

It's just trying to unify the realm of comprehension. What kind of idea is this?

I thought again, could this person be an assassin?

No, with such a slender waist, such soft long hair, and the unguarded and even breathing lying on his body, he doesn't look like an assassin at all.

Finally, I pondered over who this person was.

Then he lifted the sleeves covering his face, and saw a beautiful but bruised face.

It was the good-looking look in his mind, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and the long eyebrows were stretched, like a breeze, and at a glance, he felt that the peach blossoms were already more than half in bloom.

However, fine wounds were scattered all over his face, some were closed, and some were still oozing thin blood beads, which did not hinder his appearance, but had a miserable beauty.

So young, a boy.

Before the young master could react, his body had already moved, and he picked up the person first, secretly carried him in his arms, and rushed to his courtyard.

Afraid of being seen by others, he snatched it from his arms.

Now, he seems to have forgotten that he has been mentioned by his father as the young master, and no one dares to rob him as before.

He went straight back to the courtyard, and he was relieved that no one saw him.

But no, such a beautiful and dignified young Taoist who looks like a rich man should be raised in a wealthy courtyard, not the remote small courtyard where he used to live?

He couldn't help being a little hesitant, after all, it would be discovered by others if it was placed in the young master's courtyard.

will be snatched away.

He thought to himself, I have a destiny with him.

There was a pleasant smell on him, the breath that the young master suddenly smelled from the end of his hair when he put him on the bed.

It's hard to describe, but it does have an "earthy" smell.

It is the clear smell of running water and grass, and the earthy smell of nature.

Slowly, slowly, he knelt down, picked up the long hair of the young Daoxiu, and buried his face in it.

As if possessed by a demon, I sniffed carefully.

Noticing something was wrong, he touched his face and found that the already somewhat transparent skin began to fade.However, there was no pain at all.

He stared deeply at the young man he had secretly brought back, and suddenly knew where his attraction to him came from.

The young master has been gifted with extraordinary talents since he was a child, and his advancement to the realm is like eating and drinking.

This is a bonus brought by physique, but it also brings disadvantages.

...he begins to shed his skin.

Just like a snake, every night when the moon is full, the translucent skin begins to peel off, writhing in pain, and finally lies on the ground, looking up, reaching out to grab the inconspicuous moon halo at the end of the treetop.

It was his mother who held him.

"If you don't obey, I'll tell them about it and let them all call you, monster," the man said with a smile, "ah, little monster, do you hear me?"

It's okay, now, he has killed all the people who knew about it.

However, why would there be such a person, so that he couldn't wait to stretch out his handle and hand it over to him.

It is even more diligently expecting to see a particularly different reaction from it.

The translucent skin is falling off faster and faster, and the young master knows that this is usually the most painful period for him.

Those unwanted skins seemed to be covered with particles that caused him pain, and every bit of it fell off, the pain increased.

He smelled the good smell, and there was no pain in his body.

In the end, I was a little impatient, and pulled it with my own hands, as if breaking free from a cocoon, and successfully escaped completely.

The translucent white skin fell lightly to the ground, and the smell of his blood.

The person on the bed still didn't wake up, even though there was so much movement around him.

Tentatively, she reached out and stroked the ends of his hair.

If he didn't wake up, he touched his earlobe again.

Soft.

He couldn't help himself in a trance.

Touching the side of his cheek is also soft.

Wanting to touch his eyes again, he suddenly felt that the eyelashes under the palm of his hand were fluttering slightly, slightly slapping his palm.

The young master's face darkened, and he covered it heavily, for fear that he could see his appearance.

Then I thought, no!

He originally wanted to get to know people, so how would they get to know each other by covering their eyes like this?

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Xiao Cheng said weakly: "Brother, how long have you been touching me?"