In the evening, all the members of the Industrial Sect had a barbecue buffet in the square outside the main hall to celebrate.
Jie Li also made some firecrackers, and the atmosphere was very festive.
"Developer, come here, let's play with this." Jie Li took out a bunch of small sticks that looked like branches and lit them. One end of the sticks sprayed out beautiful white and gold fireworks. "This is what I made. What do you think of calling it Fire Trees and Silver Flowers?"
Before the developer could say anything, Zhu Changyang happened to pass by and took a look, and exclaimed, "Wow!" "There are also fairy wands!"
When the developer heard the key words, both front paws stood up: "Meow meow meow!"
The solution is unclear: "What is Senior Sister talking about?"
Zhu Changyang was incompetent at translating: "I don't understand either."
It would be great if Xuan Yang were here.
"Meow!" The developer clapped his paw anxiously, and turned around on the ground again. The two silk flowers on his ears trembled, "Meow~"
Jun Shu was drinking a cocktail nearby. He glanced at her and sneered, "How conceited! She's calling her a fairy."
The little black cat's eyes lit up and he nodded frantically: "Meow!"
"Oh." Jie Li understood and looked at the small branch firework in his hand, "Then this is called a fairy wand."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Jie Li and the developer were about to continue lighting the "fairy wand" when Li Ying suddenly flashed out from the corner and picked up the black cat: "Senior sister, don't play with fire with him, be careful not to burn your beautiful fur."
Jie Li's mouth twitched slightly: "Junior brother, don't scare me, put it down!"
"Meow!" The developer was having so much fun that he didn't listen to his junior brother. He kicked his lower limbs and tried to tickle him, "Meow meow meow!"
Li Ying came prepared and took out a few pink skirts from his pocket: "Senior Sister, calm down. I made a few fairy skirts for you. Try them on."
He was also smart. As soon as he heard his senior sister's preference, he immediately gave the skirt a new name.
Sure enough, when the developer heard the word "fairy skirt", he stopped kicking immediately and cooperated by tilting his neck to let Li Ying put the clothes on him.
During the hunting competition, Li Ying became more and more skilled in operating the sewing machine.
The new dresses made for the developers were well-cut, neatly stitched, and flowy in style, and even came with ruffled bibs.
The developer put it on and turned around. She was very satisfied with the new skirt. She rarely showed a good face to the junior brother and raised her front paws towards him: "Meow!"
Li Ying was overjoyed, and quickly lowered his head, sipped it with a flattering look on his face: "Thank you, Senior Sister."
Studio:
[Fuck, she's really a little princess, even giving a hand-kissing gift! ]
[The sewing machine guy is such a bootlicker, I feel like there's a conspiracy! ]
Li Ying certainly had a conspiracy. He had seen through it clearly. Now he had the lowest status in the entire sect. He was a powerful demon in the past, so how could he tolerate this situation
So he decided to improve the sect's ranking!
But the principal and the director were unconvinced. He changed his mind and decided to deal with the senior sister first.
As long as he can please the eldest senior sister, the director might promote him to the second senior brother!
That’s right, the once-famous guardian of the Hui Sect now has the biggest goal of becoming the second disciple of the Industrial Sect.
Those who followed the righteous path remained silent, while those who followed the evil path shed tears.
Seeing the satisfied look on the face of the senior sister, Li Ying also smiled smugly and gave her a sinister side glance.
Jie Li got goosebumps from being stared at by him, and couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, you look so sinister."
Li Ying: “…”
Oh, you are still my junior brother! Cherish this time, it won’t be long before you can call me your senior brother.
Zhu Changyang watched the developer gradually lose himself in the praises of his junior. The scene was inexplicably funny and he smiled unconsciously. At this moment, his lips suddenly felt cold.
Jun Shu handed him a cocktail and put it directly to his lips: "Drink some."
"Okay." Zhu Changyang didn't think much about it, took the cup and took a big sip.
Then Jun Shu handed over two more cups: "And this, I made it for you myself."
Zhu Changyang felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw a dozen glasses of colorful alcoholic drinks on the table next to Jun Shu.
Zhu Changyang realized: "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Yes." Jun Shu did not try to hide it, and said confidently, "The storybook says that drinking a little wine can help liven things up."
After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, I know my limits and won't make you feel uncomfortable."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
What is coming will eventually come.
"Okay." He smiled, and his consciousness entered the live broadcast room. Regardless of the barrage of "Ahhh", he ruthlessly turned off the live broadcast, then picked up the cocktails and drank them all in one breath. Then he grabbed Jun Shu's sleeve and said, "Let's go back to the room."
"Hey, why are you drinking so quickly?" Jun Shu was a little nervous, "Be careful of a hangover..."
"I'm already an immortal, how can I be afraid of this?" Zhu Changyang laughed and moved closer to him, "Stop talking nonsense, how about a kiss?"
A familiar breath blew on my chin, with a faint scent of cocktail.
Jun Shu could no longer hold back, so he picked him up, and without paying attention to other people's gazes, he summoned his sword and flew away from the banquet.
The long sword cut through the night, leaving behind a cold light.
A technician exclaimed, "Why did the clan leader and the director leave so early?"
And without even saying hello.
The developer looked at the stream of light and covered his eyes with his front paws in an experienced way: "Meow meow meow!"
The kitten knows nothing.
The Pi Shui Sword did not fly back to the dormitory, but flew forward all the way to the shore of Yujing Lake.
After this period of spiritual energy recovery, a soft thin grass grew on the top of the peak.
He kissed her deeply and passionately, with one hand on the back of Zhu Changyang's neck, stroking it up and down.
Soon Zhu Changyang's eyes became misty, and his knees bent unconsciously and rubbed against each other unbearably.
Jun suddenly released his lips and instead sucked his earlobe.
Zhu Changyang's ears were very sensitive. When Jun Shu touched them, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. The alcohol slowly took over his head, and his ears and cheeks became hot. He couldn't help but hook his arms around Jun Shu's back, asking him to stick closer to him.
Jun Shu's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he let out a hoarse low moan: "Once... and three hundred and forty-nine times."
The night is still long, he wants to get back his money with interest... Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he felt a strong push on his shoulder.
Jun Shu was not prepared for Zhu Changyang at all. He was pushed aside and lay on his back. His brows furrowed immediately. "Are you trying to renege on your debt? I won't allow you to..."
He died down midway through his words.
Because the next second, the person next to him rode on him.
Zhu Changyang spread his knees and knelt on Jun Shu's waist, with his hands on both sides of his shoulders, his upper body leaning down, looking at him with drunken eyes: "It's not a debt, this is interest."
The moonlight was hazy, and the golden moss on the lakeside emitted a faint golden light.
Zhu Changyang's long hair hung down, brushing against Jun Shu's face and his loosened collar.
Jun Shu felt his blood boiling and his heart pounding. He couldn't help but raise his hand to brush away the hair on Zhu Changyang's cheek.
Just as he was about to kiss her again, a light breeze blew by, and the golden moss fell into the water. For a moment, the surface of the lake was bright golden, as if it was on fire.
At the same time, a group of dream butterflies living by the water spread their wings, fluttered and danced on the water, shaking off bursts of golden powder.
The gold powder floated in the wind, reflecting the moonlight and falling into the deep eyes of the people by the lake.
Zhu Changyang suddenly felt dizzy, as if he was drunk or disturbed by lust, and the scene in front of him became blurred.
He blinked, only to see that the person beneath him was suddenly a little different.
It was still the same jade-like face, with slanted eyebrows and thin lips, but the lines were much sharper.
Unlike his usual otherworldly appearance of a banished immortal, his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.
Zhu Changyang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously called out: "Jun Shu..."
The person under him smiled, his eyes turned blood red, and he looked straight at him and said, "Shu Hu Wan Nian, OK, from now on I will call you Jun Shu."
Zhu Changyang was confused and wanted to think about it, but his mind was in a mess and he could only ask hesitantly, "What did you say?"
The other person stretched out his hand, brushed away the flying hair on his cheek, and said solemnly: "Shuo Hui, you and I will make a promise by water. We will meet again here ten thousand years later."
This sentence was like some kind of secret code. Zhu Changyang's heart suddenly trembled, and some broken fragments suddenly flashed before his eyes—
An ancient city with carriages and horses coming and going.
Little children were chasing each other in the streets and alleys, clapping their hands and singing a ballad they had learned from somewhere, "There is blood on the city gate, the city has become a lake..."
"There is blood at the gate, and the city has become a lake." The murderous man in black raised a long sword as cold as ice and snow, grabbed a giant turtle, and carved these eight words on its shell. "What a mess."
"Then why did you carve it on someone's back?" Another person said helplessly, "Let this innocent turtle go."
The man in black wrinkled his nose, turned the giant turtle over and studied it carefully, and concluded, "This is obviously a turtle."
Suddenly, the scene changed.
The flood rolled and the earth cracked.
The broken sword light cut through the sky, entangled with the lightning that tore through the sky, and blood splashed on the magnificent bronze door...
The man in black stood on the crest of the vast waves, holding up a long sword, slashing at the vast turbid water, "Use my sword to ward off the danger of the water."
Thunder and lightning exploded in the sky and landed on the long sword. The man clenched his teeth, his red eyes weeping blood, "Shuo Hui, I won't let you die."
Another said, "I will not die."
Almost instinctively, Zhu Changyang murmured along with the vague voice, "Under the star Canopus is Yongze. As long as the star Canopus does not move, my spirit will not die."
"Okay." The man turned around and looked at him. "Shuohui, you and I will make a promise by water. We will meet again here ten thousand years later."
Zhu Changyang nodded, and said with another voice, "Ten thousand years have passed in a flash, and we are following the river upstream. This is very good..."
After hearing his promise, the man in black smiled, and the murderous aura on his body dissipated along with the thunder that reached the sky.
The sword light disappeared, and his red eyes slowly closed, allowing the huge waves to swallow him.
"Jun Shu!" Zhu Changyang's heart ached, his mind suddenly became clear, and he woke up from the dream.
Looking at the present, there is no flood, lightning, or blood on the city gate. There is only the banished immortal who seems to have walked out of a painting, spotless and spotless.
"Dreaming again?" Jun Shu saw that he looked dazed and knew that he had entered the illusion woven by the dream butterfly again, so he asked, "What did you dream about?"
Zhu Changyang was startled and tried to recall, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't remember anything. He could only shake his head and said, "I forgot."
Jun Shu looked doubtful: "Are you embarrassed to say it?"
Zhu Changyang was puzzled: "What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"I heard you calling my name." Jun Shu coughed lightly, combined with the current situation, and analyzed it logically, "You must have dreamed about that kind of thing!"
Zhu Changyang:
Wait, what are you talking about
Jun Shu continued considerately, "Don't be embarrassed, I often dream about it, too."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
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Jun Shu: Based on my experience!! It is definitely correct!
Hello, I’m Zhu Changyang. I traveled to the world of cultivation by accident and need nutrient solution to improve my cultivation. As long as you give me the nutrient solution, I will share my cat and 200 red envelopes with you in this chapter!
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