Heavenly practice

"Bah! How can he have such a long life? He is shameless! Why should he marry Shen Zhuo!"

Baili Youxin sat down on the mahogany chair, gnashing his teeth and cursing, but it was quiet in his ears. He turned his head to look at the person behind the desk, and laughed, "You say you are a devil, why do you play tricks every day? use?"

Cheng Yueling wrote the last word, and glanced across the paper, "I am a majestic devil, why don't I attack the sect of cultivating immortals if I don't use words and ink?"

"Oh yes!"

Baili Youxin's eyes lit up, "How about we gather troops to attack Santu Peak?"

Cheng Yueling put down his pen, "Then he was beaten to death by the two demigods of Tian Santu Peak in the Void Realm?"

"..."

Bailiyou stared at him confidently, "Cheng, can you be a little bit promising?"

Cheng Yueling turned a deaf ear, raised his hand and brushed across the paper, leaving a tattoo that belonged exclusively to the demon lord.

Baili Youxin has always hated his virtue the most, and now he will be furious, and when he sees his attitude, he will be furious, and immediately step forward and slap his palm on the table, "Hey! Talk!"

Cheng Yueling slowly raised his head to meet his eyes.

The two were so close that they could touch each other's lips just an inch further forward. Baili Youxin felt awkward when he looked at those calm and deep eyes, and was about to back away immediately.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yueling suddenly reached out and grabbed his skirt, pulling him back.

Baili Youxin moved forward fiercely, almost bumping into it, his eyes widened immediately, "Your surname is Cheng——"

"Changming won't marry him, you will?" Cheng Yueling asked calmly.

The two were so close, the breath of his words spilled on his face, Baili Youxin felt uncomfortable, and he raised his hand to push him, "None of your business!"

Cheng Yueling calmly raised his hand and grabbed his hand, "Since it's none of my business, why do you bother me here?"

"Cheng, you are getting sicker and sicker recently? You are going to stand on the side of Santu Peak now, right?"

Baili Youxin looked at him in disbelief, "Don't you want to prevent Shen Zhuo from marrying Chang Ming?"

"Since he is kind to me, why should I ruin his marriage?"

Cheng Yueling let go of his clothes and wrists, lowered his head and continued to examine the piece of paper.

"It's because of kindness that you can't watch him step into the fire pit. Besides, haven't you always admired him?"

Baili Youxin pouted and complained, then looked down at the piece of paper he wrote, and found that the painting on it was actually a picture of a spring scene in the rain. He was very familiar with the scene in the painting. When he saw the gazebo, he just remembered where he saw it over this view.

"this is not……"

He leaned over in surprise, "Is that the pavilion where we hid from the rain?"

"Hmm." Someone answered in my ear.

The voice was very close, right next to his ear, but Baili Youxin didn't pay attention, he just stared at the painting, he had already forgotten the argument just now and completely fell into the memory.

"At that time we had only been in Yinghuang for a hundred years, and I had already entered Jindan, and you were the one who established the foundation, hahaha!"

When Baili Youxin remembered those days when someone was not as good as him, he was very happy, and immediately raised his head to mock, "If I hadn't protected——"

The soft touch on his lips made his words stop abruptly, and Baili Youxin looked at the indifferent face in front of him in bewilderment.

Why the hell did you kiss her? !

He took a few steps back immediately, "You..."

"Go out if you have nothing to do." Cheng Yueling interrupted him lightly.

"what?"

The embarrassment in Bailiyou's heart suddenly turned into anger, "My surname is Cheng, didn't you say anything when you took advantage of me just now?"

"Oh? Didn't you come up with it yourself?"

Cheng Yueling looked up at him, "Speaking of which, you still took advantage of me."

"Hehe, did I take advantage of you?"

Baili Youxin sneered, "What advantage do you have for me to take advantage of?"

"Then what advantage do you have for me to take advantage of?"

"..."

Baili Youxin was just saying it casually, but now he was speechless when he asked him such a rhetorical question, "I... I am prettier than you!"

Cheng Yueling raised his eyes and looked him up and down, and then asked interestingly, "Although this is true, when did you get so thick-skinned?"

"..."

It was the first time that he boasted of his appearance as a majestic demon king in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, but he was ridiculed. Baili Youxin flushed with shame, and he raised his hand in anger to congeal a ball of spiritual power to the book case. The man smashed it.

Cheng Yueling looked at him indifferently, "This is the study."

"..."

The movement of Baili Youxin raising his hand froze for an instant, the spiritual power condensed in his palm gradually dissipated, and finally he hugged his arms and snorted coldly, "Forget it if you don't go, I will go by myself."

"Don't go."

"Hey, you care about me? I'm going to summon the demon soldiers now, and carry the killing fairy..."

Cheng Yueling looked at him coldly, "I said, don't go."

"you……"

Baili Youxin's face froze, and he clenched his fists, "The more you live, the less promising you will be!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and turned around to leave.

Cheng Yueling's expression remained unchanged, and he lowered his head to arrange the scrolls.

After a while, the door was opened again from the outside, and Lord Demon King stood there coldly, "Give me the Killing Immortal."

"No." Cheng Yueling didn't raise his head.

"Cheng Yueling!"

Baili Youxin kicked open the door and rushed to his door, "Just tell me exactly what you mean!"

"I will tell Shen Zhuo everything you did and said."

"..."

Baili Youxin suddenly looked embarrassed, "You... what did you tell him to do?"

"Aren't you trying to save him from the fire pit?" Cheng Yueling looked up at him.

Baili Youxin was silent for a long while, before choking out a sentence, "He was bewitched by that man."

"Baili Youxin." Cheng Yueling called him suddenly.

"...Huh?" Bailiyou's heart suddenly faltered.

Cheng Yueling didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Baili Youxin became even more ignorant, subconsciously took half a step back, "What do you want to say?"

Cheng Yueling stared at him for a while, then suddenly lowered his head to look at the painting, and after looking at it for a while, he raised his hand to brush the painting, and the flame licked the painting in an instant.

"what are you doing?!"

Startled, Baili Youxin raised his hand to extinguish the flame, and at the same time stepped forward to snatch the painting.

Fortunately, only a corner of the painting was burnt, he was relieved immediately, raised his head and scolded, "Are you out of your mind?"

"I burn my own painting, what does it have to do with you?" Cheng Yueling looked at him indifferently.

"you……"

Baili Youxin choked, "I... I want this painting, it's mine, who will allow you to burn it?"

Cheng Yueling glanced at the painting, "But I don't want to give it."

"Why? Isn't it just a painting?"

"It's a painting, but I don't want to give it."

Baili Youxin looked at him in shock, "Cheng Yueling, you are bewitched today, right? Do you want to fight?"

Lord Yaowang was really surprised, Cheng Yueling was usually cold and gloomy, he didn't respond to anything he said, and the other party didn't respond to what he did, but he never refused what he wanted, and even more so. Let alone a painting.

Cheng Yueling also seemed to feel that this was a bit inappropriate, so he bowed his head and said, "Forget it, here you are."

Baili Youxin got angry, and took the painting back, "I don't care about it anymore."

Cheng Yueling frowned and looked at the pavilion on the painting, "Go out."

Baili Youxin opened his mouth and frowned, "You... did something happen?"