Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The moon and stars are sparse outside, and there is still the subtle sound of running water in the depths of the courtyard, circling around the rockery.

There are faint voices and noisy footsteps, and everything is empty and unseemly.

Compared with the yard he grew up in, this place is undoubtedly much more luxurious and spacious.

Some people saw the young master walking on the corridor, with long and wide sleeves hanging down gently, blown by the breeze, like a stream of moonlight, covering the ground with the color of snow.

Especially at night, there are little fireflies shimmering like a man in the moon.

He froze in a daze, thinking to himself, he deserves to be the master of cultivating immortals.

"Come here." The young master saw him from a distance and called him over.

It was the first time to serve such a new master. It is said that he was an unfavored young master before, but at some point, he suddenly became favored by the head of the family. He took the position of young master and wanted to give him control of this huge family in the future.

I heard that the new owner's temper is not good, but at least he didn't beat, scold and kill servants indiscriminately, which made him feel a little relieved.

He felt a little relieved, when he saw the young master calling him, he didn't care about being negligent, he ran over in small steps and asked, "I have met the young master."

The young master hummed, and ordered lightly: "Go and cook a bowl of porridge."

Porridge?

Judging by the young master's appearance, it doesn't seem like he likes to drink porridge in the middle of the night.

However, what people say, he just do it.

He promised repeatedly, and after a while, he sent the tray to the young master's room.

The curtains were swaying, the candles were dimly lit, and the young master was standing by the window, with his sleeves rolled up and his wrists exposed, calmly pouring oil into the floor lamp by the window.

He panicked, almost couldn't even hold the tray in his hand, and wanted to step forward to help him.

But he was waved away by someone's sleeve, and he retreated three feet away, unable to take another half step.

He heard the young master's cold voice: "Put the porridge on the table, you can go out now."

With cold sweat all over his face, he nodded, nodded, bent over, bent down, carefully placed the porridge on the table, and before leaving, he closed the door for the young master.

Right?

There seemed to be a figure on the couch behind the curtain.

That was the young master's own bed!

As soon as he closed his mouth, he pretended that he had never seen this scene before, nor did he send any digestible porridge to the young master's bedroom.

Cheng Yuzhi is now even more confused than that boy.

He had a headache, tried to recall for a moment, and realized that when he was killing a group of ghosts, his feet were empty and he fell to this place, which seemed to be a new world.

Could it be that this is still a ghost city?

Before he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that someone was playing with his hair.

Xiao Cheng felt sad: "..."

In the end, does he still have to be eaten as food?

But then, Xiao Cheng was shocked for a whole year.

The man didn't cut him apart and feast on his body, but gently reached out and touched his fingertips.

The fingertips were soft, and of course they wouldn't give him any response, so the hand was obviously disappointed, and gradually moved up and landed on the pinna of his ear.

Xiao Cheng: "..."

A warm breath came over, approaching his neck solemnly and dignifiedly, took a deep breath, and pressed the tip of his nose to his earlobe in satisfaction.

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Immediately, someone grabbed his fingertips, and that person stood up slightly, as if he wanted to kiss his eyelids.

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Xiao Cheng screamed in his heart: Brother!Brother! ! !

what--

There is a vixen coming out of the mountain, I want to suck his energy!What a strange place this is!

He, Xiao Cheng, didn't die among the demons, he couldn't die on the couch!

Cheng Yunzhi tried his best to open his eyelids, to open his eyes and see the appearance of that person clearly.

As long as he doesn't look weird, Cheng Yunzhi can guarantee that he won't hit the face with his first punch.

However, the eyelids were extremely heavy, and before they could barely open, they were covered with hands, and now it was all over, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

However, this time, Cheng Yuzhi could sense that there were many thick calluses on this person's hands, which were probably traces left by sword practice.

Taoism?Sword repair?

After all, it is an individual.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, thankful that he would not be sucked away by strange things and die on the couch.

His body was so weak that he couldn't lift his hands.

Cheng Yunzhi blinked his eyes weakly, suddenly felt that the exhaustion engulfed him like a tide, he couldn't sleep, couldn't wake up, he could only lie there and couldn't move.

He sighed softly, causing the man to misunderstand, thinking that he was covering his eyes, making people uncomfortable.

The hand covering his eyes still didn't let go, only the man's cold voice sounded, which Cheng Yunzhi always felt very familiar.

"Sorry, I can't let go for now." Because I'm not ready yet.

Cheng Yunzhi felt a little funny, he was a semi-cripple who couldn't move his hands and feet, yet he still attracted such fear.

The beautiful Daoxiu's face was covered with his palms, leaving only the tip of his nose and lips, and his chin, which was so sharp that it was gradually cleared up during his days in ghosts and monsters.

The young master stared at his lips, opened them for a while, and then looked away embarrassingly—he was only a young man in his early twenties, and it was the first time he did such a thing.

It doesn't sound much different from robbing civilian women.

Cheng Yunzhi thought about it, but he didn't realize that he was a threat to him, and he couldn't even look at his face.

Maybe... looks rather shabby, afraid to meet people?

He laughed and said tolerantly: "Mr. Cheng, Cheng will close his eyes, please cover them."

The young master thought to himself, don't use you.

Although at this time, he couldn't say a word, after he let go of his hand, he saw Daoxiu close his eyes as promised, the corners of his eyes curled down, forming a beautiful arc.

He opened his mouth and said surprisingly: "I want you."

The beautiful Daoxiu's ears moved, and his brows gradually frowned.

Xiao Cheng: "..."

ha?

He didn't dare to believe it: "Brother, do you..."

Wrong person?Have a problem with your brain?Momentary gossip?

The young master was silent for a long time, Cheng Yuzhi couldn't help moving his ears, wanting to hear what was happening on his side, but he heard the young master sitting directly beside his bed, grabbing his fingertips.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

The young master bluntly emphasized: "I picked you up."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes." He moved his head, and it was true that he was resting on a soft pillow, so he asked tentatively, "Savior?"

The young master said again: "I want you."

Seeing that the beautiful Daoxiu didn't speak for most of the day, the young master was a little anxious, but he didn't show it at all on his face, which seemed to be a cold fairy.

Compulsively squeezed his fingertips again, threatening: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

That's right, where did the stupid son of the landlord's family come from?

He is such a disabled person who can't move, to cure him will undoubtedly throw a lot of energy and money into it.

Or people who have never met.

That's weird.

Cheng Yuzhi thought about it, and felt that he was seriously injured, so he had to create conditions to rest in a quiet place for a while.Besides, the people he wants to protect should have already left the ghosts, so it doesn't matter how long he stays here.

Xiao Cheng said slowly: "To support Cheng, you need a lot of things."

The young master sharply said: "Your surname is Cheng?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "My name is Yunzhi."

The young master reacted very quickly, and did not call Xiao Cheng: "Stop it."

Cheng Yuzhi: "..." Here it is again, a familiar voice, where has he heard it before.

Calling nicknames, forget it, people have to bow their heads under the eaves of others.

Young Master: "What do you need?"

Cheng Yunzhi made up nonsense and said nonsense in a serious manner: "I want a very big courtyard, a good environment, soft beds and pillows, and someone to accompany me personally; I want a lot of herbs to treat injuries, and I want countless The treasures of heaven and earth are for me to practice, so that I can stay in the house quietly and not go anywhere..."

The young master reacted very quickly: "No problem."

Cheng Yunzhi: "...?"

He has more nothing to say today than he has all year.

With specific conditions, he can handle it easily.

The young master finally put his heart back into his chest, and summed up his conditions calmly: "You need someone with high authority and a high position to support you with a favorable environment. This is your condition for choosing a spouse."

Cheng Yunzhi: "...?"

what? !

What the hell is he talking about?Isn't Xiao Cheng joking?

and also.

Choose a spouse? ! !

He didn't dare to say: "Choose a mate...?"

However, before he could speak, the other party clasped his palms embarrassingly, rolled up his whole body with a roll of quilt, and held him on the paper in the crook of his arm.

The voice rang right next to his ears, and Cheng Yunzhi was completely dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault to use such a remote courtyard to fool you," the young master said, Cheng Yuzhi was completely confused, "I shouldn't use them as an excuse, it's just that I don't have the strength, I can't..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "?"

"I'll kill my father right away, take the position of Patriarch, and open the warehouse. Whatever you want, just ask me."

Cheng Yunzhi:? ? ?

Cheng Yunzhi: "Not at all."

How to say more and more strange.

Dude, you wake up.

Xiao Cheng was extremely weak, he wanted to support his head, but was restrained by the bulging bedding, he couldn't move his hands and feet at all.

He turned his head and began to think, whether he was already dead, Lord Yan saw that he had done a lot of good deeds, so he made such a fool of himself.

... No, the more I think about it, the more I feel like a ghost.

The young master said more and more: "I want everyone to treat you as the mother and make offerings every year. If the small families that are attached to you refuse to offer what you like, then the terms of the offering will be lifted, but in a moment of my thought..."

Cheng Yuzhi thought to himself, in what year is there such a powerful family with countless small families enshrining it?

In his time, wasn't the family already divided and governed by the sects?

Cheng Yuzhi asked with a guilty conscience, "Brother, what year is it now?"

The young master frowned: "You don't know? It's Qingxu three years now."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

The time when Xuantianzong first came to prominence was almost ten thousand years ago, a past that Cheng Yuzhi had never touched, even if it was only mentioned in the book.

Did he really travel back to the past, or was it an illusion built by someone for him?

As he said that, the young master hurried all the way back to his majestic young master's courtyard covered in moonlight.

The young master carefully placed him on the step, held his hand, and solemnly swore: "I will find those who hurt you and kill them."

Cheng Yunzhi moved his lips, wanting to say, bro, don't think about it, it's impossible, it's a ghost ten thousand years later, and it can't even cut off A Xianjun.

However, he is his provider after all, so it's not easy to dampen his enthusiasm.

Xiao Cheng sighed and wanted to open his eyes to see what the savior looked like, but he saw that layers of curtains were lowered and covered with light gauze, blocking out ten percent of the surrounding light.

The young master stood up and spoke indifferently: "I'm going to kill my father right now."

Xiao Cheng: "...don't—"