Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yunzhi said with a guilty conscience: "Don't listen to children's nonsense, I am such an old man, how could I not know the disadvantages of forced practice?

Xianjun, the boat is exhausted, why don't we go back..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yan flashed in front of his eyes, stepped on the ground in front of him in the blink of an eye, grabbed his wrist, and a strong spiritual force penetrated inside along with the pulse.

Obviously, he wanted to see with his own eyes whether his meridians were injured.

Cheng Yuzhi pulled it back, but he couldn't pull it back, so he was discouraged, and said: "Xianjun, don't listen to the kid talking nonsense, he was only born how long ago, how do you know the difference between the meridians of cultivation and non-cultivation."

As he spoke, he channeled half of his spiritual power to cover up the injured meridians.

However, this little trick can hide it from others, but it cannot hide it from Gu Yan.

For some reason, he is very familiar with this body, and he clearly knows the direction of the meridians, as well as the spiritual power of Cheng Yuzhi's proficient exercise.

He even has a clear view on how to do a big week.

Therefore, Xiao Cheng's cover-up for him is like a rag in front of his eyes, which can be seen at a glance.

"There are quite a few small bruises, and there are even a lot of dark wounds that haven't healed completely. The brown-feathered genius doctor really has nothing to do with it."

Gu Yan's brows were cold, he stared fixedly at Cheng Yunzhi's fair face, and looked into his clear eyes, "Where do you want to go with this injury, otherwise why are you in such a hurry."

Cheng Yunzhi reflexively replied: "Where is the place to go, walk from the bedroom to the bamboo forest, and then walk back from the bamboo forest." He stretched out two fingers, swinging his legs back and forth on the flat ground with his palm, "Then sleep, how about it? "

Gu Yan insisted: "No. You are going to another place."

Cheng Yuzhi restrained his smile, looked Gu Yan up and down for a moment: "You saw it."

However, there was a question he didn't say out loud.

That is how are you different today?

The previous fairy was already mature and stable; while the young master who fell into the demon realm, even though he still had a youthful heart, he was not far from the future fairy.

And now...

Cheng Yuzhi frowned and said, "Young Master, what did you eat on the way back?" Could it be something bad?

As for Gu Yan's answer, he took a step forward, lifted him up by the waist, and walked quickly into the house.

Cheng Yuzhi's legs were linked, and when he was lifted into the air, he still didn't react.

Soon, he pushed Gu Yan's shoulder and said in horror: "Xianjun! What is this for?"

The windmill on the side kept his sleeves in his hands and didn't answer, his eyes looked at Gu Yan's expression from the corner of his eyes.

And that expression is snow-covered mountains, standing still, cold and ruthless.

The young master forcibly took him back to the bedroom, the windmill closed the door behind him, and saw the young master throwing him on the bed and walking towards him.

Fengche raised his head and said sadly: "Xianjun, Mr. Cheng won't like you doing this."

Gu Yan said: "No problem."

Xiao Cheng fell on top of the quilt, still three points confused, but immediately got up and turned around, watching Gu Yan's spiritual power gushing out from his body, covering the entire bedroom, especially closing the door and windows.

The rest of the bed was soft, and Cheng Yunzhi's face gradually turned blue.

He paused every word: "Gu Yan, are you crazy?!"

The young master sealed the exit, and his expression calmed down a little bit.

He walked to the bed, knelt down, and looked for Cheng Yunzhi's hand.

Wanting to catch, being avoided, and a little bit of grievance, but it disappeared quickly.

"I just want you to stay quietly in the room to cultivate, what am I doing wrong?" Gu Yan said.

Nothing is right here!

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath to relieve the choked heart, and suddenly saw a windmill not far away behind Gu Yan giving him a wink, he should be able to solve the enchantment.

Xiao Cheng let out a breath, moved his position, and left Gu Yan with a back view.

Seeing him turn around, Gu Yan looked east and west, but didn't look at him, so she slowly got up.

The light from the bedroom passed through the light tulle and fell on him, casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped him.

Hearing Cheng Yunzhi's cold voice: "You can do whatever you want. Young Master, please do what you want."

Gu Yan left a sentence: "You have a good rest." Then he opened the door and left.

The two of them waited for him to leave, and Feng Che rushed to Cheng Yuzhi's bedside, with a panicked expression: "Zhizhi! You're not angry with him, are you?"

Cheng Yunzhi moved, turned around again, looked at the window with his head, and touched the scratch on the boy's head vigorously.

I have to say, it feels really good.

He smiled again: "It's my over-cultivation, my problem. He probably got angry, so don't blame him. By the way, you just said that this barrier can be solved?"

Fengche nodded: "I've seen this enchantment style before, and it's kept unnoticed."

That's good.

Cheng Yunzhi nodded, and one of the biggest questions slowly emerged.

"Have you noticed?" Xiao Cheng touched his chin, a little confused, "Your young master is not the same today?"

Or, after returning from the battle for resources, is it different?

The two sneaked out of the window again, but saw no one.

At this time, the dark wound in Cheng Yunzhi's meridian came up, making his throat sweet, and he swallowed it back as if nothing had happened.

He patted the boy on the head: "Ignore him. Let's sleep first."

Windmill nodded sullenly.

The dark clouds cover the moon, and they can't hide the eyes of the immortals overlooking the earth.

Since returning from Yunshang Cave Mansion, Gu Yan has been haunted by the lingering terrifying thought of controlling and being controlled.

He could no longer go to Yunshang Dongfu, but he still had a choice. He could observe every move of the ants under the mortal city on the family territory.

He was completely unaware that he was addicted to this behavior.

It seems that he has ascended to become a fairy, and his eyes and ears are everywhere in the world. He is particularly fascinated by this feeling of omnipotence.

The young master saw that the mortals still walked out of the house in the middle of the night, doing different things under the brilliance of thousands of lights.

Those tiny black dots ran happily from the east to the west of the street.

It turned out that brown-feathered geese flew over and surrounded a market on the street. Many people recognized them and wanted to exchange goods with them.

The clouds descended and approached the earth as close as possible.

The people on the ground did not respond much.

They looked up and asked each other loudly if it was going to rain, so they ran around to tidy up the stalls that had been driven out so that they would not be eroded by the rain.

Gu Yan silently and fascinatedly rolled up his sleeves, and waved his hand lightly.

It rained immediately.

At the beginning, it was just a gentle rain, but it suddenly became heavy and poured on the ground, and the people who poured it were covered with water.

People cursed, hurriedly pulled out a wooden basin from the nearby shed, covered their heads, and stumbled back home; or fell headlong into the eaves, and what you said and what I said were all talking about what happened to God.

The lights all over the street were dimmed by the heavy rain, and in the blink of an eye, there were only a few people left on the street.

Gu Yan looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly felt bored, so he waved the rain cloud away.

In the blink of an eye, the sky cleared up again.

People poked their heads out speechlessly, glanced at the sky strangely, and could not help but curse.

What the hell is this weather!

The things packed in a hurry had to be pushed and carried to the street, and the store that had just closed had to bother Xiao Er to push the doors and windows of the store open.

Soon, the street returned to its bustling and lively appearance.

Only the stagnant water under his feet proved that the sudden downpour just now was not a dream.

The fairy in the sky watched their frowns and smiles, feeling happy, angry, sad, and happy, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he was kneeling in front of his mother's tomb, and a figure fell from the sky and landed in his arms.

After the figure woke up, he was weak to him, but smiled brightly.

The rain clouds began to accumulate again, and under the vigilant eyes of people, they reluctantly dispersed.

He suddenly missed, missed his very much.

"That one".

It is a word contained on the tip of the tongue, unable to spit it out, but reluctant to swallow it.

Immortal was a little confused, he couldn't remember for a while, what words to describe his current mood was much weaker than before, which was unreasonable, but for him now, it was still extremely strong.

He might be angry.The fairy thought quietly.

You have to find a gift for him and put it in Xiao Cheng's hands, he will definitely not be angry, maybe he will smile and say, Xianjun, you are such a rare and good man.

He will praise him very well.

So just now, what was he doing, bewitched by ghosts, and made people angry?

Gu Yan thought about it, fell to the ground, and decided to buy what he saw.

At this time, he saw a peddler who was selling noodles, showing off to the children with his favorite work.

Gu Yan walked up to him, and before the peddler could say anything, he was grabbed by someone and disappeared.

Leaving behind an empty dough car, surrounded by screaming children.

Gu Yan took him to an empty room and showed him Cheng Yunzhi's portrait.

It was the small portrait he drew for Daoxiu while he was practicing. He thought the painting was not good, so he didn't show it to Cheng Yunzhi.

The peddler looked at it, hey, don't waste your time on him, how could you make such a mere face into such an image?

Kneeling on the ground to beg him, kowtow, the young master was unmoved.

Before leaving, give him one night to squeeze out the person in the painting.

Otherwise, you will never get out of this room.

When the barrier was enveloped and the door was closed, Gu Yan couldn't hear the terrified screams and wailing in the room at all, and walked forward calmly.

There is no guilt at all for kidnapping someone and forcing him to work in the middle of the night.

Before returning to the courtyard, he passed by the city of mortals in the air.

But this time, he didn't give it a glance, and went straight back to where he should go.

Windmill opened the door for him, looked at his hands mysteriously, and sighed disappointed when he saw nothing.

He turned sideways and let the master enter the house: "Xianjun, why don't you bring some gifts for him?"

Gu Yan said calmly: "The gift is on the way."

After all, he saw a wisp of fog passing by his eyes, and dissipated in the air in the blink of an eye.

Fengche's puzzled gaze followed him, but he didn't see anything, and he became even more puzzled.