After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Jiang Yufeng felt like he didn't know what day and night it was.

The wind still rustled around Qingze flowers and wooden fences, and the moonlight lingered in the window. He had seen this kind of scene in the star gate a few years ago.

It was a scene that was so silent that it seemed to melt into the night.

Immortal Master Huai Ling's voice and the rushing river water, everything is like an illusory dream, but in the past few years, it seems to be the last hope, the last cluster of sparks that are still jumping.

After dreamwalking, he assumed the identity of a heavenly monarch and was alone day and night. After thinking about it for so many years, he still couldn't figure out the meaning of becoming a fairy.

longevity?Receive incense?He is not very interested in these things, if he wants to say that he cares...he himself does not know whether those things are imagined by himself.

If it is true, if Song Bihui really returns...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

This name, like a lingering nightmare, is called Jiang Yufeng's sweetness, as if it wants to be completely engraved into the soul.

It's a pity that Tianjie was pressing so hard that he couldn't allow him to think about it.

This momentum is as if he must take away his scourge this day, and when he has nothing to do, thunder falls around the Folding Year Hall, forcing him to seal off this area, so as not to accidentally hurt some Zeshan protégé.

It does feel like a prison.

Every time Jiang Yufeng thinks about this place, he feels quite helpless.

Tiandao really played a good game of chess for him this day, making him addicted to it uncontrollably, but after that he asked him to wake up and get out.

As a real person like him, he is now living like a big numb iron lump, without excessive emotions, but there is nothing that really makes him feel relieved.

But on the eve of the catastrophe, he had a very long dream.

After the dream walk, he rarely dreamed, but this time the dream was real and profound.

At that time, his hair on the temples seemed to be soaked with sweat, and his snow-white clothes were slightly disheveled and fell to the ground. The nervousness that came from nowhere made his body tense up unconsciously.

During the rapid heartbeat, the mind seemed to be floating in the clouds.

He opened his eyes slightly, the shadow of the window and the white gauze were swaying vaguely, and vaguely, a figure seemed to be sitting beside him.

Jiang Yufeng turned his head in a daze, as if he didn't want anyone to see him in a mess.

But the man laughed lightly, as light as a hallucination.

The deep voice penetrated straight into his heart, making him tighten his neck and back involuntarily.

The beautiful and smooth waistline is hidden under the white clothes.

The sound of the wind outside the window stirs up the misty drizzle, making the room feel damp.

For a moment, he felt the man's cool fingertips brushing the hair on his forehead behind his ears.

For some reason, Jiang Yufeng stretched out his hand and gently held the man's wrist, as if everything was flowing naturally. He could feel the life and strength contained in that wrist, the slightly protruding tendons and the throbbing pulse. Human body temperature and his very familiar breath.

His mind was full of that name, but when he was about to call out the sound, the wind outside the window suddenly picked up.

The white rain slanting down jumped on the eaves and splashed on the window lattices. With the momentum becoming more and more urgent, thunder suddenly rang out.

Jiang Yufeng was startled when he heard the sound, and the dream was suddenly shattered in this panic.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was exactly the same as the scene in his dream. The tulle was gently shaking beside him, and the wind passed through the screen and came to the bed.

There were bursts of thunder and lightning outside the house.

"Island Wind..."

Suddenly, he heard Qiao He's voice softly and gently coming from Zeshan's voice transmission jade tablet.

This was different from the dream, which made him withdraw from that somewhat unspeakable dream in a trance.

It also made him feel a little guilty for breathing.

"Brother." He hurriedly responded, but quickly adjusted his mood, and asked quietly, "Are you still asleep?"

"I heard thunder, but the catastrophe has arrived?" Qiao He knew that Jiangyu Feng was about to ascend, so he wasn't too surprised, but only expressed relief and reluctance in his tone.

Ordinary people will only think that this thunder disaster is an ordinary thunderstorm, but people with advanced cultivation know what is going on.

"Hmm." Jiang Yufeng looked at the scene outside the house and said calmly, "It should be..."

"If there is anything to do, call me immediately." Qiao He's voice was steady, which always made people feel at ease.

Jiang Yufeng smiled slightly, thinking that he seemed to have worried too much before, and with Qiao He around, no matter if there was any problem in Zeshan, the world of cultivating immortals, or in the world, there seemed to be no need to worry too much.

"Brother." Jiang Yufeng suddenly spoke.

Qiao He was taken aback when he heard the sound, but heard another faint voice from the jade tablet, "Don't be reluctant to let me go, I'm going to apologize to the immortal master first."

The majestic Zhesui Xianjun is a person who is as unattainable as the moon and the fog outside, but there are some inexplicable grievances in the tone of his speech at this moment, which makes Qiao He laugh, and the previous emotions are instantly washed away .

"Besides, this calamity shouldn't make things difficult for me." After all, this is just a trial before Tianjun returns to the throne.

Knowing what Jiangyu Feng meant, Qiao He was relieved for a while.

It's just that when he was about to instruct a few more words, before he could speak, the jade tablet that transmitted the sound suddenly made a small sound.

Qiao He was taken aback for a moment, but when he lowered his head, he saw a crack piercing through the entire jade tablet from the center.

The jade tablet that was emitting light before suddenly dimmed.

This made Qiao He's smile drop instantly.

The catastrophe has arrived, and all contact with the outside world has been cut off.

Jiang Yufeng on the other side also looked down at the jade tablet that had been split in two, was stunned for a while, and then sighed slowly.

The time has finally come.

He got up and went to bed, and the incense burner beside the bed was still filled with soothing gardenia and sandalwood.

It's just that the smoke was blown back and forth by the fine wind, almost annihilated in the breath.

Was it the same for Immortal Master Huai Ling when he experienced the thunder disaster?Jiang Yufeng gathered his robe, and pushed open the door neatly.

The moment the door opened, the wind suddenly passed by his side, flipping up his cuffs and hair, Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes slightly for a moment.

Amidst the misty rain and thunder, he saw the shadow of a dragon appearing above the clouds.

The golden light is embedded in the dark night, and a kind of shocking solemnity spreads away.

The front of the hall became brighter and brighter, and Jiang Yufeng couldn't help but took a step forward, preparing to suffer the nine-fold thunder calamity calmly.

But before he was admitted to the hospital, he heard a silver bell ringing above his head.

Followed by a loud and distant dragon roar.

Jiang Yufeng was stunned, seeing that the golden dragon that had been surging through the clouds seemed to have noticed where he was, and was coming straight towards him.

Tianlong's strength was so great that he was blown hard by the swift wind and closed his eyes. In the brief darkness, he suddenly heard a respectful and powerful voice ringing in his ears.

"Yuduo Tianjun."

Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes suddenly, but found that the golden dragon was hovering above the hall majestically, only a few feet away from him.

The Folding Year Hall is huge, but it seems really restrained in front of such a huge dragon.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Tianjun." The golden dragon opened his mouth again, and there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia in his amber and glazed eyes, "My name is Jinlin."

"You..." Jiang Yufeng took a step forward, but for a moment, he seemed to be at a loss for words.

He saw a person on the dragon's spine slowly hold up the umbrella, turned sideways, and looked over from top to bottom.