Heavenly practice

In fact, even if Shen Zhuo doesn't love Chang Ming, it's unlikely that he will fall in love with him.

When he woke up, it was no longer that luxurious cold jade bed, and there was no such a peerless beauty under him, only the cold deep sea sinking silver, which was used by a certain demigod to lay the floor.

Apparently, he was thrown to the ground by someone directly after he passed out.

Oh, this is the correct way to open Changming.

Yawning, he lowered his head and found that the robe on his body was gone, he was only wearing a white undershirt, his face was clean, and there was no blood.

He thought desperately, did he rub all the blood on Changming's body after he was unconscious?

There was no one in the hall, stretching his waist, Shen Zhuo lazily paced out of the gate, and what came into his eyes was a peaceful and tranquil fairyland shrouded in mist.

There are endless jade stairs outside the palace floating in the sky, one after another, and there is a person standing on it at the moment.

The other party turned his back to him, and he was looking somewhere. His clothes had been changed into a gorgeous black robe, embroidered with dark patterns of gold and silver, and his silver hair hung down to his feet, noble and indifferent.

Shen Zhuo looked at the indifferent and lonely back, tilted his head and leaned against the door frame, sighing in his heart, it's so beautiful, the back can make people hard.

But what he didn't know was what he looked like at the moment.

The handsome young man wore a head of black hair reaching to the ground, dressed in a pure white undershirt, standing on the black heavy silver ground with rounded white feet, his face still showed the laziness of just waking up. Knowing nostalgia and spoiling.

Chang Ming turned around and saw this scene, the handsome god just tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, as if there was nothing else in his eyes except him.

He moved his fingers, but the next moment he forgot why he wanted to caress the left chest.

“Good morning~”

Shen Zhuo waved to him with a bright smile on his face.

Chang Ming ignored him, turned around and continued to look into the distance.

Shen Zhuo walked over barefoot, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and followed him, "Where are you watching the sun?"

The other party ignored him, Shen Zhuo smiled and didn't care, and sat on the jade steps with his feet dangling in the air, looking very comfortable.

"Actually, the scenery here is really nice."

He looked at the faint mist in the distance, the liumeng tree was full of pink flying flowers, fluttering and falling with the wind, and it existed in the entire cloudy sky and foggy environment.

Shen Zhuo reached out to take a petal, and smiled with downcast eyes, "Your world is beautiful."

Chang Ming's unwavering eyes finally had waves. He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man sitting next to him. He had black hair on top and lowered his head, looking very obedient.

"You don't look like a god."

The man finally said something, Shen Zhuo was very happy, this is a historic step.

"Then what do you think a god should be like?" Shen Zhuo raised his head and asked jokingly.

"It shouldn't be you."

After the man finished speaking, he was about to turn around, but he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes. When he looked back, he was facing Shen Zhuo's smiling face.

"Sit down and talk?"

"..."

Changming's eyes are staring at him, he is very intimidating at this time, usually he would run away even Xuanyu as long as he does this, but...

"Hurry up." Someone urged.

"..."

Chang Ming didn't sit down after all, but just took a step forward, which meant that he was willing to talk, Shen Zhuo no longer forced, and sighed casually, "It's beautiful here, but it's too fairy, um...Hua Ye Less."

No one answered, Shen Zhuo raised his hand and blew out the petals in his palm, the thin petals were dangling, drifting with the wind, and finally drifted away into the distance.

"What is the edge of this world?"

"Stars."

Shen Zhuo was startled, "What?"

"This world is made of a single star." The man beside him said.

"..."

FUCK FUCK!

Shen Zhuo was stunned, this is so awesome, this guy actually turned a planet into a small world!A planet!How big is that!Can this be called a small world?Is it bigger than his Zhongzhou? !

"...Do you know how to write Hao?"

"Take the marrow of the stars."

Chang Ming didn't understand his joke, but he still solved his doubts.

Now that Shen Zhuo understood, he just said, if this person has such a large land, does he care about his one-third of an acre of land?

"Which star?" Shen Zhuo asked casually.

"The one that symbolizes the Son of Heaven."

"..."

Shen Zhuo was about to drink water and probably spit it out in one gulp, this man is too stingy...

Since cultivating immortals in Zhongzhou Continent, there is naturally a way of divining immortals. For example, the Tianming Pavilion of the Asahi Clan is dedicated to this business. By the way, he suddenly remembered that the man in the book seems to be shutting up a member of the Asahi family who specializes in divination of the fate of the Son of Heaven. , the co-author is now directly digging out the protagonist's life star, what kind of malice must this be...

But for some reason, Shen Zhuo felt that this stinginess was extraordinarily cute, and suddenly he imagined a certain demigod expressionless and arrogant look, so he started to laugh again in his heart.

The smile in his eyes was undisguised, and Chang Ming saw it clearly at a glance, and said lightly, "The fate is up to the sky, and the life is up to the people."

"Yes yes yes." Shen Zhuo agreed with a smile.

Seeing his indifferent look, Chang Ming added lightly, "Even the son of heaven will die young."

Shen Zhuo's smile disappeared from his eyes, and he looked up with a serious expression, "Perhaps you have misunderstood all along."

Chang Ming turned to look at him.

"You, or Long Xiang, whoever ascends to immortality in the end is the same to me. It's either you or Jiuge, or Long Xiang or someone else, and I'm just a referee. Therefore, what you have to do is not to be hostile to me, but ..."

Shen Zhuo suddenly smiled, propped up his upper body and moved closer to Chang Ming's face, his lips were only an inch away from touching Chang Ming's.

"Please me." He lowered his voice.

"..."

The other party looked at him without any fluctuation, maybe even wanted to dig a star to play with.

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Turning around boringly, Shen Zhuo pouted in his heart, his face still maintained a nonchalant expression, "So it doesn't make any difference to me how it ends."

Phew, of course there is a difference!

He wrote about the protagonist from the beginning, of course it was to make the protagonist immortal. Is your boss just made from cannon fodder?

Grandma, if I hadn't been lured by your beauty, I would have been here with you, but I didn't respond at all, bah!

In short, Shen Zhuo, who has always been chased by people, was really hurt a little this time, and he began to doubt his own charm. In the end, the more he thought about it, the more angry he stood up and ran back to the bedroom with a cold face, regardless of the people behind him What expression is it.

In fact, Chang Ming, who was behind him, turned his body slightly and looked at his back until he disappeared into the hall before turning around.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, a flower petal floated from nowhere, and it slowly lay in his palm.

Flowers... less?