Heavenly practice

In the past month or so, Shen Zhuo thought that his feelings for someone had faded, after all, he seldom thought of this person this month under his intentional restraint.

But at the moment when he looked at this face, he suddenly realized that what he temporarily forgot, what feelings faded, it was all fake, those things never disappeared at all, and they multiplied. Heart, drowning him like a sea wave.

I really fell in love with the character in my writing, a person who doesn't exist at all, and why isn't he the protagonist? He was a good match, so he kissed her.

The kiss was hot and strong, as if he wanted to swallow the other party, but he always wanted to calm down, but as soon as he met those deep eyes, he lost his mind. He pressed against the other party's chest, eagerly exploring the other party with his lips and tongue lips.

Wanting to kiss him, wanting to hold him tightly, wanting him to be his own, Shen Zhuo's mind was full of this thought, he kissed those cold thin lips like crazy, the familiar cold fragrance engulfed his whole body surrounded.

Chang Ming moved slightly when he appeared out of thin air. Facing Shen Zhuo's sudden enthusiasm, his calm eyes finally heaved, and he grabbed Shen Zhuo's shoulders with both hands.

Shen Zhuo suddenly woke up for the most part, his heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to push him away, suddenly the hands holding his shoulders pushed him back,

His back was immersed in the icy pool of water, Shen Zhuo shrank back subconsciously, but those thin lips suddenly bit his lips.

Shen Zhuo's eyes widened sharply, and he raised his eyes to look at someone, facing a pair of deep black eyes, who was looking at him intently.

"I……"

Shen Zhuo opened his mouth to explain, but he was suddenly pressed against the stone on the edge of the pool. He felt pain and subconsciously snorted, but the moment he opened his mouth, the other party's tongue stuck out.

Shen Zhuo:! ! !

Fuck, this guy is Changming? !

Shen Zhuo was shocked. Under the shock, he had deep doubts. He pushed away the person who was pressing on him with all his strength.

"Who are you?!"

As a result, the half-naked demigod's face instantly turned cold.

Shen Zhuo stood up straight with his waist supported, and suddenly found that his chest was cold, and when he looked down, he saw a white chest.

When did you take it off?Could this kind of divine skill be the ten-thousand-year-old housekeeper?

Shen Zhuo's face darkened, he tightened his clothes, and looked around, it was no different from the Peach Blossom Valley under the Santu Peak, he stared at the silver-haired man in front of him, sizing up every inch.

A handsome face, a head of silver hair spread on the water surface like moonlight, half covering the naked muscular upper body, a drop of water fell from the tip of the silver hair, slid along the collarbone, passed the strong chest, and finally disappeared in the water along the muscular waist The next part...

Shen Zhuo lowered his head silently, looking at his lower body hidden under the water.

Well, there is a reaction.

There was swelling and numbness on his lips, and he slowly raised his head to break the speechless embarrassment, "...I was going to go outside the valley."

"Squeak~"

Chunhu crawled out from someone's long hair, shook the water on his body, and hugged a strand of silver hair floating on the water very intimately.

There was no sound from the other party, Shen Zhuo was standing in the cold pool with wet clothes on, the water from the tip of his hair was falling drop by drop, silent.

In the end, Shen Zhuo couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you see me anymore?"

"You are already a mortal."

Shen Zhuo's heart shrank fiercely, "...what?"

An ice-cold voice sounded slowly above the head, "The divine essence has dissipated, you are already a mortal."

"so what?"

Shen Zhuo looked up at him, his eyes were calm and cold, "As a mortal, I don't deserve your attention, do I?"

Chang Ming didn't speak, but acquiesced.

Shen Zhuo felt his heart start to feel cold again. How can I say that, I can become better for you, but you can't dislike me.

"Master demigod still pays attention to me because of his status as a god, otherwise he won't even look at me, right?

Shen Zhuo pushed aside the wet hair on his chest, took a step forward, raised his eyes to meet his, "Then why did you hug and kiss me just now?"

"It's just a mere mortal."

He looked at those thin lips and said these words lightly, and instantly felt the pool of water invaded his body, and even his blood became cold.

"Because I have become a lowly mortal, so I can let you play? I never thought that you would say such a thing to me, Chang Ming..."

Shen Zhuo put his hand on his heart, raised his head and smiled at someone, "Are you cultivating immortals and you have lost your heart?"

For the first time, Chang Ming's calm black eyes showed a mocking emotion. He also stretched out his hand, raised Shen Zhuo's chin, and looked down at him, "Nor do you."

Then we are really a perfect match, scumbag.

Shen Zhuo almost said these words with a smile, but the myriad of emotions that surged up in his heart instantly swallowed him, and finally he just took a deep breath, and then smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

When he raised his head again, he followed Chunhu's movements and touched a light red scar on the opponent's chest. It was only the size of a thumb, and he couldn't see it unless he got close. Like hurt.

"You are hurt?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered that Chang Ming had indeed been injured, and that was the only time he was injured, and that was a catastrophe when he stepped out of the sea of ​​stars 10 years ago, a catastrophe from heaven.

And it was that catastrophe that destroyed the Yuan Clan and forced Chang Ming to leave the sea of ​​stars and step into the territory of the human race. From then on, he went through vicissitudes in the world and never returned until the establishment of the Lingdu.

"Feel sorry……"

Given you such a life, the anger and resentment in Shen Zhuo's heart turned into guilt and helplessness in an instant.

Then he faced a person who never needed to feel guilty, and Chang Ming started a hallucination when he asked about the scar.

A huge, real illusion.

Shen Zhuo first vaguely heard a distant and deep cry, and then the sound got closer and closer, and he understood that it was the sound of stars collapsing, mountains and rivers mourning.

The pool of water around him disappeared and turned into a vast expanse of mountains, rivers and great rivers. When he looked up, there were bright stars above his head. The next moment he watched the stars fall one after another, and countless twinkling stars instantly destroyed the ground under his feet. the land.

Shen Zhuo remembered the words he had written. In ancient times, there was a catastrophe, the stars fell, the mountains and rivers were covered, and the family was destroyed, so there was a sea of ​​stars, and then the human race was established, and this place was forbidden.

There was a roar in his ear, and Shen Zhuo looked down at the land under his feet, only to realize that he seemed to be looking at all this from the perspective of the sky, and on the land flooded by stars, there was a silver-haired boy staring at him intently. Looking at him, those deep black eyes were full of deep-seated hatred and killing intent.

Shen Zhuo's mind went blank when he was stared at by that gaze.

That was Chang Ming, and in his arms was a dead beautiful woman from the Yuan clan.

"Heavenly, heavenly—"

The young man stood on top of the corpses of his clansmen, in the endless sea of ​​stars, hugged the woman's corpse and looked at him and said, I will kill you.

It was the first time for Shen Zhuo to see Chang Ming cry, his heart suddenly seemed to be pressed by a big rock, and he couldn't breathe.

The boy's appearance gradually changed to the appearance tens of thousands of years later, the man stood in front of the Nine Layers Palace, reaching out to stab his heart.

"go to hell."

Shen Zhuo stood there in a daze, tears streaming down his face.

"squeak--"

Chunhu's cry seemed to break a mirror, Shen Zhuo stood there staring blankly at the silver-haired man in the illusion stretching out his hand to him, the next moment when he stabbed his hand into his heart, he escaped.

The silver-haired man looked at the empty pool and was silent, as if nothing had happened, except for the ripples in front of him, it could be seen that there was a second person here just a moment ago.

"squeak!"

Chunhu scratched the man's chest with his paw, bared his millet teeth and muttered something, but the man didn't respond, he just stared at his reflection on the water and the teeth marks on his lips.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

She squatted on his shoulders and stamped her feet in a pure fox spirit, and couldn't help kicking someone in the face, finally attracting the other's attention.

The slender fingers picked it up and threw it upwards, and the next moment it disappeared into the air, and the certain fox didn't even have time to squeak.