Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Fengche sighed for a long time, hugged his shoulders, thinking "There's nothing I can do about you", her little face also collapsed.

He did not expect that Cheng Yuzhi would lose his memory in the illusion of self-explosion in the Misty City, nor did he expect that he would fall into a double illusion: the heart demon.

These explanations are undoubtedly very laborious.

The little boy was stuttering and was able to roughly explain what had happened, but when it came to Cheng Yunzhi, he was a little confused.

"What?" Xiao Cheng asked in confusion, "The me now is actually my past? The present is just an illusion?"

Xiaotong nodded solemnly: "Yes, that's almost what it means."

Cheng Yunzhi clenched his fist and clapped his hands, so that's it!

... Liar!

The memory in his mind is so fresh, all the characters are shining in the depths of the memory, never fading, even at the foot of Changjin Mountain, he can remember the faces of those who begged him for goat milk powder .

How could this be an illusion?

The little boy lowered his eyes sadly, and obediently leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against the back of his hand, quite clingy.

He calls himself Windmill, which sounds like a simple and easy-to-remember name.

"Don't lie to me."

Cheng Yuzhi said in a low voice, thinking, this is a spirit puppet made by Gu Yan himself, so he shouldn't be able to lie to him.

Besides, leaving Xianjun's heart demon realm is indeed the first choice task.

The little boy said: "What you have to do is to find out where the inner demon is, and then resolve it."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Why didn't you kill it?"

The little boy's eyes moved over and landed on him, and Cheng Yuzhi immediately wanted to reach out and scratch his chin.

Being held down by others, he was pressed in the palm of his hand and could not move. He said seriously, "Even if he stands still, he will not be able to cut down the demon of the fairy king."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..." It's too real.

The shade of the trees was shaking, and the wind was blowing around, bringing a little coolness.

The little boy looked at the weather, then at Cheng Yunzhi's thin figure, and pulled him back to the house, and he couldn't let the patient blow the wind outside.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Then can you tell me... what does the immortal king's immortal look like?"

In the room, the two people who had negotiated got up separately. Brown Feather Goose straightened the hem of his robes with wings, trying to make them smoother; while Gu Yan poured hot water into the teacup and put it aside, as if he was giving it to the teacup. The appearance of drinking by oneself.

Sure enough, I soon saw someone push the door open and poked his head out: "Are you finished talking?"

The brown-feathered goose nodded silently without making a sound.

Gu Yan was not at all surprised by the visitor, and motioned him to come in quickly to see the tea poured on the table.

Cheng Yunzhi saw that there was hot water to drink, his eyes lit up, holding the tea, he sighed softly, his palms were warm.

The brown-feathered goose nodded and said goodbye to them: "Then I'll go first."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said, "Go slowly, the genius doctor Brown Feather."

Cheng Yuzhi took a sip of the tea, but the taste of the tea could hardly be tasted.

He tasted it puzzledly, and said strangely: "Xianjun, there is something wrong with your tea, why is it tasteless?"

Gu Yan said warmly: "Because I didn't put any tea."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He said sincerely: "Young master, you can call it boiled water, white water or water." In short, it cannot be tea.

Isn't pure boiled water tasteless?

Seeing that Gu Yan was not in a good mood, Cheng Yuzhi would basically lean towards him at times like this in the past, and he could sit anywhere, but in short, he had to be next to him, Mr. Cheng.

However, today was uncharacteristically sitting on the other side of the table, facing Cheng Yuzhi, and there was no sign of moving.

His expression was inexplicable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, and decided to take action himself, drawing his attention back: "Xianjun?"

He got up, held on to the teapot, and filled Gu Yan's empty cup with tasteless tea, tapped the table with his index finger, Gu Yan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, as if he felt aggrieved.

Cheng Yunzhi laughed: "Gu Yan, how about some tea?"

The young master on the opposite side was very obedient, one step at a time, picked up the cup on the table, took two sips, and then stopped.

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a moment, and then filled him up.

Gu Yan drank again, Cheng Yunzhi fell down again.

Finally, he finally brought back the wandering thoughts of the young fairy, put down the teacup helplessly, and looked at Xiao Cheng who was smiling across the way.

Gu Yan: "I don't want to drink anymore." He knocked the bottom of the teacup and made some noise.

Xiao Cheng asked caringly: "Is it because the brown-feather genius doctor asks for too much compensation?"

Gu Yan shook his head and looked at Cheng Yunzhi.

His Daoxiu was still the same as before, looking at him with peach blossom eyes like water bays, his brows were raised, extremely beautiful.

We can't let others panic with him, Gu Yan thought.

"After a while, it will be a battle for resources in the aristocratic family," Gu Yan said slowly, calming down, his voice getting colder, "When I was not the young master, I entered the arena as a bystander and saw how they won this war ; However, now that I am in power, the person in charge of this war has become me."

Cheng Yuzhi stared at his profile, and realized that Xianjun is only in his early twenties, an inexperienced young man.

"It's a real war card," he said calmly, "if I lose..."

The resources in his hands, contacts, or the courtyard, or the position of young master on his body, are all at risk of being taken away.

In addition to cultivation, since the family can make him grow, it can also bring a person back to the ground.

It doesn't matter to the young master himself, there are many hard times, and a few days of it are indispensable;

However, in his bedroom, there is also a little Cheng who fell from the sky.

Cheng Yuzhi stood up abruptly, stretched out his hand, a table away, straightened his back, and came to look for him too.

In the end, she smoothly pressed Gu Yan's shoulder, and her long hair hung down in front of Gu Yan's eyes.

The young master was startled, subconsciously raised his hand to catch him.

In the end, Xuxu supported his wrist, not daring to do anything more.

Cheng Yu paused every word: "Xianjun, Cheng will always support you in whatever you want to do."

Uh, he suddenly got stuck, feeling something was wrong.

No, no, closing the small black room, he does not support it.

...Wait, he has never been imprisoned, why did he suddenly remember this?

He recalled the appearance of Xianjun in the present world, and he had not seen Jie'a Xianjun many times, Changjin Mountain, senior brother's retreat, or finally, the siege of the five ghost kings.

The sky thunder rolled, and some of the white shadows were indistinct, and the light on Jie'a Excalibur never went out.

In fact, he didn't know what to say, but Cheng Yunzhi felt that he had to say something to give him confidence and the strength to support him.

"I've prepared for the worst, what else do you have to worry about?"

Cheng Yunzhi grinned, and counted with his fingers, "Look, Xiao Cheng can feed on a cage of shrimp dumplings, and he can also feed on a big white steamed bun; he doesn't need good tea, but white water is also very suitable; he can't eat good food. The medicinal diet, the potion that is so bitter that you will die, the effect is not too bad."

The young master held his hand that was still counting, weakly, and buried his face in his palm.

Cheng Yunzhi was a little at a loss, holding him back and not daring to move.

Soon, Gu Yan raised his head, his expression finally calmed down, and he regained his former composure.

"Okay," he said, "wait for my good news."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said: "Come back early. Cheng is waiting for you at home."

The two of them knew well that Gu Yan's situation was not good.

He has a weak foundation, no support behind him, and limited resources. Recently, he has invested in the bottomless pit of Xiao Cheng in the bedroom, and his cultivation has not improved much.

No one in the family thought highly of him, so he said some sarcastic remarks about the young master's ability, if the elders hadn't suppressed him, it might have reached his ears.

However, even if he couldn't hear him, Gu Yan knew what the clansmen were talking about him.

On the day of his trip, he was dressed in the young master's fine attire, his long hair was completely tied up, and a high crown was placed on his head.

Crowds were crowded at the gate of the city, and a few dark brown geese were scattered on the eaves, poking their heads curiously to join in the rare excitement.

The clansmen saw off their relatives, and they would not be able to return for three or two months when they went out this time.

They were surrounded by people they knew well, and in front of Gu Yan, there was only an unfamiliar Daoxiu, who was adjusting the hair crown on his head.

The eyes of others fell on them, but the two of them dared not at all, and did not put others in their eyes.

After adjusting for a long time, Cheng Yuzhi fell from the stepping feet to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Correct."

He looked at Gu Yan up and down for a moment, and felt that the other person's brows and eyes were stretched, and there was light in his eyes. Even though his demeanor was cold, it was completely gurgling water, and early spring was approaching.

Cheng Yunzhi praised: "Good sir."

After he let go of his hand, the two no longer had contact.

The voices of others were cut off, Gu Yan said: "My visit is different than usual. There are always many accidents in mortal wars, as little as January, as much as March."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't care: "It's okay, as long as you're safe."

Gu Yan: "The genius doctor Brown Feather will take care of you, listen to the doctor, don't use your spiritual power on your own. Also, drink all the medicine, don't leave a bowl."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He couldn't believe it: "I'm going to leave, and still talking about this!" Is Xiao Cheng such a person who doesn't care about his body!

What to say then?

The young master turned his face away and smiled slightly.

It was rare for him to smile, like thin ice about to shatter, but he was a little green, a little embarrassed, and a little embarrassed.

"it is good……"

He responded softly, bent down, and touched the corner of the beautiful Daoxiu's lips, "When I come back, we will become a Taoist couple, how about it?"

The traveling team assembled, and Gu Yan, as the young master and the leader of the whole team, naturally walked at the front.

Countless golden-winged rocs landed and spread their wings enough to cover the sky and the earth for people to climb up and down.

Countless people waved their hands, looking forward to their triumphant return.

Applause, cheers, and countless words of advice emerged like a tide, and the refraction of light passed over the other side of the mountain, which was particularly moving. Those huge birds flapped their wings, and finally became a line in the sky that covered the sun.

It's not a war of no return, but there are still people waiting for their return.

And Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "...Huh?"

The author has something to say:

Xiaocheng's progress: Xianjun is a good person, why not consider agreeing to him and having a relationship or something.

The progress of the young master: We are married!