my dignified devil

"Could it be that the disciple is ugly and can't get into the eyes of the master?"

Seeing his blushing ears as I wished, I intensified: "Master, you keep saying that you like me, so you can't go back on it."

"Don't..." he stumbled.

"Don't what?" I pretended to be angry, "Master also said that if I lied to you, I would kill me. I dare not go back on my word."

"Don't call me Shizun." He was so ashamed.

"Zixi." I smiled lightly and read his name.

"That's not what I meant, you...remember?"

"I dare not forget at all."

"No..." He was not allowed to say anything else, I blocked his lips directly.

Different from the immature little master in the illusion, the facial features of the master are more... attractive.

I was also sure of one thing, his eyes were open as expected, his misty pupils fluttered bewilderedly, I slightly moved away from the corner of his mouth: "Master, at this time, don't think about anything else." He obediently said He closed his eyes, leaving only the trembling eyelashes to show his restless mood.

Really, foul.

This is not my fault at all, I admit quibble.

I scanned the cave from the corner of my eye, and there was a rather big couch, which should be used for meditation.

Very good.

Unwilling to move the connected lips, I picked him up and gently placed him on the couch.

Regardless of whether it was my spiritual root that he loved at the beginning, I am the purest fire spiritual root in the world, then he loves me, we are a natural pair.

"Master, your clothes are so pretty." After I finished speaking, I began to peel off his coat, "But it's not as good-looking as Master."

"Because they saw Master's clothes." I took out his hairpin with two fingers and threw it on the ground.

What are you lying on, lying in bed.

The hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Fu Zixi pursed her slightly swollen lips.

The string that threatened to be called reason finally snapped, I took his hand and put it on my chest: "I swear with my natal treasure, I will love you forever."

Meteors pass through the dawn, and the blazing brilliance flashes, like a dream and like lightning.

The bright light blends in depth, accompanied by twinkling stars, with a rhythm like breathing.

The white waves roll up, wave after wave crest, wave after wave fall.

The spiritual mist outside the window flows into the room, and because it faces Yuzhen Peak, it is dyed with layer upon layer of morning glow.

I heard Fu Zixi's breathing fluctuate for a moment, and then forcibly regained my composure.

Woke up and pretended to be asleep.

I hugged him from behind: "How is it, have you made a breakthrough?"

"Um……"

I am a majestic Demon Lord, I have come to this point today, I...willingly.

The days of Tianyao Sect are really good.

51. End of sprinkle flowers

The story stems from a flash of inspiration in my brain. In cultivation texts, there is always a cool master + young wolf dog disciples. I just want the scoundrel master who makes trouble and the apprentice who wipes his ass every day. In the end, of course I want Meat compensation.The master must be bad but stupid. The apprentice originally wanted to write about the general type of big disciple, but after thinking about it later, it is boring to write about a good person, so I wanted to write about a demon, oh, what a red chicken.

Although I missed my grandma's house, the process was quite happy.

At first, I just wanted to write a short essay of [-] to [-] words, which can be seen from the first section.Without him, I'm just lazy, a salted fish.Unconsciously, I wrote more and more. However, I didn't write an outline at all. I was purely reckless and threatened to keep updating!You must know that I have countless brain holes, and each article has a moving beginning, but there is no more below.

Because there is no outline at all, I don't know what will happen in the next chapter. The plot is as uncontrollable as a wild dog, so that the preface is often inconsistent.

Here, I would like to apologize to the sisters who read my article. It was my first time to write an article. It was really random, and it was not my intention to end it suddenly.

From now on, I will never laugh at other students' writing skills anymore, because when I started to write, I found out that the writing skills of primary school students were actually my own!

I don’t dare to beep, the boss digs the hole and doesn’t fill it. Filling the hole is a technical job.

The setting of the sect and the mainland of Tianyao Sect was originally in another article of mine. Because I was lazy, I just copied it directly, so there will be a little bit of preparation in the content.

In fact, according to the setting, there should be some plots behind, so I don’t want to write it after thinking about it, sweet ones are good, I love he, I love Xiaotianwen.

If there is a chance, I will consider writing this article again. Of course, I will never use No.1 scale again!God knows how much I want to tell the world about Fu Zixi's inner drama.He's really, really cute.

Finally, I would like to thank the little sisters for their comments and favorites. Every time I want to give up, I think that there are still people watching, so I sit up in shock in my dying illness and rush to code overnight before twelve o'clock.It is your encouragement that made me finally finish an article in my lifetime.

Thank you all, I love you all.

52. 【Fanwai】A Day in the Life of Zhang Lingshu

The phone buzzed and vibrated, Zhang Lingshu reached out from under the bed and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock, tried his best to lift his eyelids to check the time, and couldn't help lying on the bed for another 5 minutes, and then pulled the bed curtain open with a squat.

The roommate of Juan Wang in the shop next door has already abandoned by the lake, and the remaining two lazy ones are still snoring.

After washing up lightly, Zhang Lingshu wrapped his scarf and trotted into the cafeteria.On Saturday morning, college students basically say goodbye to breakfast, and he can buy two cups of red bean and glutinous rice dumpling porridge without queuing.After finishing a cup of porridge with two steamed stuffed buns with soft skin and fragrant stuffing, he put the other cup into his arms, and walked slowly to the downstairs of the female dormitory.

In December, the sky dawned late, and the half of the sky where the sun was supposed to come out was only a dull light blue.

After a while, a girl with disheveled hair ran down hastily wearing a scarf, and yawned without hesitation: "I'm so sleepy~"

Zhang Lingshu rubbed her hair and stuffed the porridge into her hand: "Who said you have to go to bed early and get up early?"

"It's not my roommate, who insisted on dragging me to watch dramas. We cried until midnight for the beautiful love. Look, my eyes are still swollen." The girl said coquettishly.

"Little liar, you deserve it." Zhang Lingshu brushed her wet hair away from washing her face, mocking casually.

"You don't know how good it was to cry yesterday."

"Do you remember the exam week, you don't want the scholarship anymore?"

"Didn't I come down now? Hey, let's go skiing after the exam."

……

"Zhang Lingshu, what are you doing?" The voice at the door pulled Zhang Lingshu into reality instantly.

He closed the medicine box in his hand, with a lost expression on his face: "It's nothing, I'm just getting familiar with the properties of the medicine."

Xing Liu snatched the medicine box from his hand with a half-smile, slightly opened the lid and glanced at it, and said, "It turns out to be a mustard flower. The pollen of this flower not only has hallucinogenic effects, but if you take too much, it can become addictive. You have to be careful." "Since he had a close relationship with his master, he hadn't seen Zhang Lingshu for a few days, and heard from Weifeng's senior brother that this kid seldom went to Tianyao recently, and even if he did, he was always absent-minded, so he came to visit him.As for the danger of Shangtianyao... the old bottom has been lost, so why pretend.

Seeing Zhang Lingshu's distraught look, Xingliu lightly flicked the ammunition box: "Why, you carefree little uncle of Tianyao Sect is still in the illusion."

"Who can be carefree in life?" Zhang Lingshu couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Xingliu shook his head: "The world of mortals is miserable, and Penglai is lonely. There is no place for perfection. If you feel that this world is not ideal, wouldn't those struggling people die of sorrow?"

Zhang Lingshu, the man who thinks he has got the script of the protagonist, not only illuminates the standard alchemy talent of the protagonist, but also becomes a classic character in Rome from birth Accept the little brother, and open the rhythm of the harem across the world.

But Zhang Lingshu didn't want to do this: "If what you get is not what you want, it doesn't matter how much you get, but what you get." Although he also fantasized about being a man who called the wind and rain when he was reading novels under the covers in his previous life. The protagonist, but Zhang Lingshu, who grew up as a child of someone else's family, is an out-and-out winner in life. He should finish his studies step by step, work steadily, marry his childhood sweetheart girlfriend, and spend the rest of his life plain and happy .Reopening his life was a disaster for him.

Speaking of this, Xingliu recalled the gossip in the demon palace back then. The father and brother whom he had admired since he was a child tore off his disguise and turned against each other. In the end, although he survived and got the position of the demon king, this is not what he wanted.But fortunately now he got what he wanted, so Xing Liu smiled unconsciously and said, "What do you want, don't fight for it yourself, and you can get it by hugging the mustard floating flower and dreaming?"

Scratching his head, Zhang Lingshu suddenly realized that Xingliu seemed to have misunderstood something: "You don't think I'm eating pollen these days, do you?"

Xingliu was startled: "When I came in, weren't you smoking mustard floats?" This kid Zhang Lingshu still wanted to deny that he was dying of illness.

Zhang Lingshu couldn't help but take a picture of a prescription, pointing to it: "The third-grade elixir Fuchen Dan, the main medicine mustard floating flower two plants. Brother, this is my practice question, okay, I said that I am familiar with the properties of the medicine, I have to try the effect first , This is the professional accomplishment of an outstanding alchemist."

"But then you looked like you were lost in the past, and you said what you wanted, so serious." Xing Liu said disbelief all over his face.

"Didn't you first look like a life mentor who transcended the world of mortals? I was just ruined by pollen, and you told me such illusory things, and I was just following you." Zhang Lingshu spread his hands and shouted. .

Xingliu hesitated for a moment, secretly wondering if he really made a mistake?He immediately denied himself again, asking