At the foot of Jinping Mountain, suddenly there was an unknown young man.
The Weiyang Sect is located in Jinping Mountain, and ordinary people say it is a fairy mountain, and it is common for a few immortals to come out, but most of them are pure-hearted and ascetic. Don't talk about interacting with mortals, even if you say a few words, it seems that you will be contaminated by the world of mortals with Qingyue's fairy spirit.
But this young man was very different, he was full of enthusiasm in Jinxiu Huafu, and he didn't know what tricks he used. He only lingered by the river for a few days, and most of the daughters on both sides of Jinshui secretly agreed with him, and many even fell in love with him. As if possessed by a demon, he has been thinking about entering the fairyland all day long.
The young man seemed to be looking for something, and when he couldn't find it, he lost interest. Even those beautiful girls lost interest. He stayed by the Jinshui River for a few days, and then went to the city again.
The sky had already darkened, and a figure was walking on the dirt road into the city.
Su Shi has been troubled for the past few days and has been worried. He watched the demon provocatively looking for the pot to find the demon, and suddenly he became more and more reluctant to stuff the demon into his body.
"That's an evil spirit! The evil spirit has a pot!"
The heart demon was full of fighting spirit, and he didn't take his feeble struggle to heart at all. Hearing that people could find pots in the city, he rushed to the city in a hurry.
The reputation of evil spirits has long spread. Although the legendary villain staff has not yet arrived, there are many people who use the name of evil spirits to commit crimes. No one wants to walk on the outskirts of the city at night. People outside the city are in a hurry. Although he walks in a hurry, he doesn't seem to be out of harmony.
Not long after walking, a faint fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly came from the path.
At the foot of the mountain is the mortal world, most of the cultivators of immortals have a convention, except for touch stones to become the universe in the golden sleeve, most of them will not use any offensive spells in the world of mortals. But this fluctuation of spiritual power was very fierce, and it was obvious that two parties were fighting desperately.
Su Shi had a thought and wanted to go and have a look, but the demon turned a deaf ear to it and only wanted to blame it, unwilling to meddle in other's business. During the dispute, human voices could be faintly heard from the grass path.
"The two of you are sneaky, you must be possessed by an evil spirit! If not, how dare you ask me to wait for an investigation?"
"Don't waste your time here, who doesn't know that your Sutian Sect has bad intentions? If you are told to wait close, my young master has the best roots today, and you will ruin him!"
"Presumptuous! Guo Lai, you are just a low-level fairy servant, who gave you the courage to insult my Sutianzong's reputation like this?"
"Master, let's go! Run all the way up the mountain, don't look back!"
"Uncle Guo—"
The boy's voice was sharp and childish, and the crying milk cavity was already brought out.
Su Shi's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized what happened to him.
Di Wenqing, the youngest son of the head of the Weiyang Sect, went to Jiutian Xuanmen to test the root bones, and found out the water-type Tianlinggen. After investigation, it turned out that it was Di Wenhong who deliberately leaked the news, causing Bie Zong to come to do harm because of jealousy and hatred.
After the fall of the Weiyang Sect, Di Wenqing practiced hard for ten years, and had another chance to restore his earth spirit root. It was only after he joined the new sect that he was fortunate enough to be noticed by the elder Taishang, who personally gave him the magic touch to restore the spiritual root completely and soared into the sky again.
If it is taken care of, firstly it will affect the fate of the protagonist, and the future development is unpredictable, and secondly, because of the name of being possessed by a demon, I am afraid that there will be no more hope.
It may not be a good thing if the protagonist's fate is forcibly interfered because of a momentary soft-heartedness now, so that there will be less setbacks and trials in the future, but no achievements as before.
Su Shi hesitated instead, but the moment he heard the man's name, the demon's eyes lit up very suddenly.
The boy was still yelling "Uncle Guo" one after another, and the inner demon couldn't bear it any longer. When he was still suppressing Su, his mind suddenly loosened, and his figure flew towards that path.
Ever since he temporarily handed over his body to the demon, Shu Mo's dressing has become more and more frenzied in a direction that Su Shi couldn't understand. He is wearing a black robe today, with layers of gold thread pressed into arrogant phoenix feathers, the flame patterns are lifelike, and the inside is equipped with a big red lining, and the sleeves are flying with spiritual power, it is so arrogant that people cannot bear to look directly at it.
Su Shi held his forehead, and couldn't bear to look any longer. Di Wenqing was blown by the gust of wind and fell to the ground. He raised his head in a daze, but only the black figure descending from the sky was left in his eyes.
A five-year-old boy still doesn't understand what is handsome and demeanor, but only knows that the person in front of him is very good-looking, as if he is really like the golden phoenix in the Nine Heavens Xuanmen. .
"Who are you!"
He really doesn't look like a cultivator of immortals. Immortals can't slaughter mortals at will and increase their evil. The man in black from Sutianzong frowned and glanced at him, his tone impatient: "If you have nothing to do with it, just go away." Lu, if the aftermath of spiritual energy is implicated and killed, don't count it on our heads!"
The corners of the demon's lips twitched slightly, and there was a little disdain between his cold brows. With a casual wave of his hand, the mighty spiritual power pushed the men in black far away, and walked in front of Guo Lai.
"Master Shu Feng, you are Master Shu!"
It was only when he walked in that he recognized his eyebrows and eyes. Although the change in the other party was a bit surprising, it was still not as joyful as the sudden escape from death. Guo Lai almost wept with joy, and hurriedly threw himself on his knees.
Looking down at him, the heart demon paced over, with a gentle tone: "Your name is Guo Lai?"
"Yes, yes—the villain's name is Guo Lai..."
Guo Lai was so nervous that he was almost speechless when asked about his name by the leader of a peak, and hurriedly kowtowed to him. On the contrary, the heart demon's expression became more and more relaxed, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised: "It's a good name."
"Big brother, my name is Di Wenqing!"
The boy couldn't help jumping up, tried hard to attract his attention, and hugged his leg: "I'm also a good name!"
Those eyes are also beautiful, but they are cold, and a single glance can scare people to death. Di Wenqing felt scared, but was really reluctant to let go. He just looked up at him, hoping that he would take a look at him too.
The demon was careless, he rubbed his head casually, and his eyes fell on Guo Lai: "Have you seen the pot? It's so big, black, and you can carry it on your back..."
While asking, he gestured with both hands, describing the size meticulously.
Guo Lai was stunned when he heard this, he thought that Master Shu went up the mountain since he was a child, he didn't even recognize the iron pot, he was tongue-tied for a while, but he still tried to explain.
"I have to go to the restaurant to find the pot. There are a lot of people eating there. Master Shu Feng, what do you want the pot for? Why don't you send the young master back first, and then find some for you."
"No need, I'll find it myself."
Finally confirming that the pot was in the restaurant, Xin Mo nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave, but found that there was still a small burden on his leg.
Di Wenqing stared at him blankly, her heart pounding, she raised her head and said loudly: "Big brother, I will give you a big iron pot in the future, can I marry you?"
Shu Mo has always been cold and arrogant in the sect, so he may not be able to stand such a joke. Guo Lai was so frightened that he wanted to bring the little ancestor back, but the heart demon raised his eyebrows slightly, put his two fingers together, and knocked on his head gently, and threw the pure Jun sword into his body. In Di Wenqing's arms.
"It's dangerous on the road, hold it and go back."
Di Wenqing was not tall enough to hold the sword with all his strength, so he nodded vigorously and hugged the cold long sword tightly in his arms.
The heart demon's eyes were cold, and it fell on him lightly, and suddenly a soft smile appeared, and he gently scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, and then gracefully pulled up his sleeves and walked away with his sword.
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Seeing the scope of the provocative world expand again, Su Shi lay on his back in the subspace, so worried that he hit the wall, not noticing that the demon with no common sense had entered the city all the way, and stood in a restaurant called "Tianxianglou". outside the attic.
The sky, the pole, the fragrance, the taste of rice. The name must be a restaurant.
The heart demon Su Shi was full of confidence, and when he stepped in, he was suddenly surrounded by Wenxiang nephrite.
At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the flow of people is surging.
The largest Tianxiang Building in the city seemed to be a bit more lively than before.
Fine wine was brought up continuously like clear water, and the elegant and luxurious young man in brocade was leaning on the beauty couch, fending off the melon and fruit snacks without interest, his cold and handsome eyes fell on the pipa in the arms of Le Nu, and in his eyes It seems that there is always a touch of sadness.
The head of Tianxianglou tried his best, but he couldn't make this young master smile, and he couldn't even get close to him.
After asking that there are only these cold snacks in here, and there is no pot at all, the demon only feels that he has been seriously deceived. If Su Shi hadn't tried his best to appease him, he would have almost turned Tianxiang Tower into ruins with one sleeve .
Su Shi was able to achieve the highest survival rate in the plane, because he never touched flowers and grass, and never got angry. Now I feel that I can't stay in the brothel for a moment, but I have to grit my teeth and change the character design, so that people think that I am "possessed by evil spirits", and I simply can't see or worry, completely cutting off the external perception.
It was already dark, and most of the restaurants outside were closed. Knowing that he couldn't find the pot tonight, the demon was also in high spirits, dismissed those girls casually, threw a piece of gold, asked for a room and went to bed early.
In the middle of the night, I fell into a drowsy sleep, when I suddenly heard panicked footsteps outside, and vaguely heard sharp shouts such as "the demon is coming" and "run away".
This time down the mountain, one is to find the pot, and the other is to find evil spirits. The heart demon suddenly came to life, strode out of the flower hall, and vaguely saw two figures appearing inside.
One of them fell gracefully on the ground, crying like pear blossoms with rain, and it was the famous oiran. The other was dressed in black with a demonic aura, his back was facing the gauze curtain, he could only see his tall and strong figure, but he couldn't see his appearance.
The oiran knew that her life was hanging by a thread, so she prostrated herself at his feet, mourning earnestly: "My lord, the little girl is just a mortal, please spare my life, I would like to enjoy boundless bliss with you... "
Su Shi now has a headache when he hears the furnace cauldron, wishing to get as far away from this evil spirit as possible, but the heart demon can't move as long as he hears the plot about being blamed, and firmly occupies his body, his eyes are shining and he is about to rush in.
The two spiritual senses are arguing endlessly, but the system also knows that if the host is allowed to go on willfully, there may be nothing wrong with it in this world, so it has the courage to help stop Su Shi: "Host host, we can't throw the blame anymore, this is work." Staff, they brought us the pot!"
Hearing the word "send the pot", the power of the inner demon surged again, regaining the body in one fell swoop, the spiritual power suddenly broke through the venetian fence, and rushed in aggressively.
Mo Jun frowned and looked at the woman under his feet, struggling in his heart.
After finally taking the place of the staff, he got in. If he didn't follow the requirements of the plot, he would try something new in Tianxiang Tower first, and be charged with burning, killing, prostitution, and plundering, which would undoubtedly violate the established plot.
But when he came here, he originally had his own purpose, but he didn't intend to provoke these women at all...
Just as he was wondering whether to cast an illusion to settle the matter, he suddenly heard a loud bang from behind him. The Demon Lord followed the sound and turned around, only to be gripped tightly by his wrist with one hand: "Where's my cauldron?"
The Demon Lord was startled slightly, and his eyes fell on him.
The room was full of colorful colors, but this handsome face was more touching.
Yonghua's black ink robe was draped lazily on his body, and the wide sleeves of the robe followed his movements in a flying arc, and then slid down slightly, revealing a section of his wrist, thin and distinct, and the inner lining turned out to be red like fire.
Such an arrogance and arrogance made the corners of people's eyes burn if they were not paying attention.
Both feel familiar, but strange.
Mo Jun frowned slightly, couldn't help but hold his wrist, raised his hand to caress that familiar handsome face: "How did you become like this?"
It's not that it's unattractive, it's not breathtaking, it doesn't make people's chest shudder, as if there is some emotion that wants to break out of the body - but in my heart, I clearly grit my teeth over and over again to remind myself, and still maintain a ray of sobriety.
This is not him.
Could it be that he came too late, so that he was really taken away by some miscellaneous villain
The eyes of the devil suddenly spread boundless darkness, and the devil's energy suddenly became cold. The jade bottle beside him shattered with a bang, and the clear water dripped to the ground silently.
The demon in his heart was fearless, met his eyes, but showed a cold smile: "If you didn't give me the blame, how could I be like this?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a little astonishment in Mo Jun's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, the heart demon seized the opportunity and punched him.
Taking advantage of the sudden entanglement of the Demon Lord by this unexpected guest, the idlers who had finally had a chance to breathe had already run away, and in a blink of an eye there were only the two of them left in the huge Tianxiang Tower.
The Demon Lord was still hesitating about his identity, and he didn't dare to fight back for a while, so he was pressed down on the couch whole by the heart demon, and he raised his hand and involuntarily stripped off the black robe specially made for villains.
Fearing that the broken jade bottle would cut him, the Demon Lord was pressed on the couch and stripped his clothes without any resistance, and swept away with a wave of magic energy, clearing away all the debris that was in the way, and his eyes still fell on the familiar pair of eyebrows.
After a long time, the uncontrollable smile finally penetrated his eyes.
A smile flashed by, and the handsome eyebrows softened suddenly. The Demon Lord raised his hand to embrace the man who was fighting desperately with his belt, and lowered his head slightly with a smile, watching his movements patiently.
The demon concentrated on picking at his cuffs and skirts, searched but couldn't find the pot, suddenly got angry, and sat on the ground unhappy.
The Demon Lord rubbed his head with a smile, and suddenly twisted a trick, pulled out a large black and heavy iron pot from his sleeve, and handed it to him, raising his eyebrows slightly.
The heart demon's eyes lit up suddenly, and he rushed over to hug him, but the demon king raised his hand and grabbed his arm: "I'll give you the pot, let him come out, okay?"
What kind of body do you need if you have a pot? The heart demon sneaked into Shu Mo's Nascent Soul, turned into a villain and threw himself into the pot happily. Fell asleep.
Mojun chuckled dumbly, embraced Shu Mo's slumped body, hugged him into his arms, and kissed softly on the forehead: "Okay, first open your eyes and look at me."
Unable to bear to look directly at the good deeds done by the demon, Su Shi wandered back and forth in the subspace, only to be caught off guard by the fact that the demon had left his body with his Nascent Soul. Only then hastily took over the body, and there was an extremely gentle touch on the forehead.
The counterattack that was about to pour out suddenly got stuck in the middle of the road, and the warm breath beside him was so familiar, Su Shi opened his eyes in doubt, and met those eyes with a soft smile.
An unbelievable light of surprise suddenly lit up from the bottom of his eyes. Su Shi grabbed him and was about to speak, but he was already placed on the beauty couch. As soon as the black robe was stretched out, the extremely strong and soft warmth enveloped him: "Long time no see, I'm late."
Su Shi took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his eyes, was dumb for a while, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.
A soft smile poured down from between the brows, and fell directly into the heart, causing silent ripples. The Mojun's eyes became softer, and he gently held his hand and moved it away, revealing those eyes, but his breathing suddenly stagnated.
Those eyes were obviously smiling, and there was also a clear and happy smile in them, but water vapor came out silently, slipping down the corners of the eyes and into the hair on the temples.
The devil's expression suddenly showed a little flustered, and he quickly raised his hand to wipe his tears, but was held by the wrist with a smile, and fell down to his heart.
"It's very relaxed here, everyone treats me very well, I'm afraid I'm not good enough."
Su Shi raised his arms to embrace him, closed his eyes and leaned forward, his mood finally gradually settled down in the gentle breath, and the soft curve was still on his lips.
"It's like a dream... everything in the dream, without you."
The devil's arm trembled, he hugged him tightly, and whispered softly in his ear: "I am here, don't be afraid, open your eyes."
The person in his arms didn't listen to him right away, took a deep breath and hugged him for a moment before slowly opening his eyes again.
It's not a dream.
Su Shi was finally relieved, but suddenly pushed him away, and groaned, "First confirm, you took the identity of a staff member, so you didn't clear your memory, it's not that there was someone who grew up with me before the Demon Lord Get exactly the same old love—”
The conversation was completely stopped, and the warm breath suddenly came over.
After a long kiss, the devil let him go with a smile, and leaned over to kiss his temples again: "My task, the first one is to rape in Tianxiang Tower for three days and three nights."
It would take three days and three nights, Su Shi widened his eyes in astonishment, and looked up at him: "No, according to the plot, aren't you in my body?"
…
Seeing his lover unknowingly talking about the thought-provoking content, the Demon Lord took a deep breath, struggled with his conscience for a while, and nodded his head: "Yes."
Before Su Shi could recover from the deep meaning of this answer, he stretched out his hand and took off the black robe from his body.
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly remembered something very important, Su Shi suddenly stood up and explained: "This suit was chosen by a demon, it's not my style—"
"You should learn more about aesthetics from him, this dress looks good."
Raising his hand to remove the jade hairpin from his hair, Mojun laughed lightly, took off the heavy black robe calmly, and kissed softly, making the lover in his arms relax completely: "Just don't wear it out. , otherwise the romantic luck that was recruited out of thin air may be enough for you."
Thinking of the countless love affairs that the heart demon provoked out of thin air, Su Shi had a terrible headache, and simply said: "What are you going to do next, why don't we go back to Weiyangzong for now?"
"Using you as the furnace to act recklessly, teach you to be contaminated with demonic energy, and give that Di Wenhong a chance to frame you."
Confessing his mission frankly, Mo Jun continued to untie his clothes patiently. Those two pieces of clothing were produced by the system, the fabric was thick and soft and extremely comfortable, which happened to be a natural lining, scattered randomly on the couch, black and red intertwined, making people more and more uncontrollable.
Su Shi didn't have the slightest psychological barrier to being used as a cauldron for the other party. He nodded and told him to hug him, but suddenly thought of a new question: "By the way, you remember something this time, and I can finally ask you—how did you know?" what is it call?"
There was a helpless and indulgent smile in his eyes, Mojun took a deep breath and continued to hold back, bowed his head and kissed his eyes: "Lu Zhuo."
The two of them hadn't seen each other for several days, and Su Shi was in the middle of the game again. When he saw his opponent, he couldn't help but want to talk to him more. There is nothing to ask.
The devil sighed with a smile, and finally gave him no more chance to speak. He leaned over and kissed him, and the devil's energy suddenly overflowed, sealing the entire empty Tianxiang Tower inside.
Drowsy, Su Shi suddenly thought of the most terrible question, grabbed the other's arm, wiped his sweat-drenched eyelashes: "Tell me first, are you here to deliver the pot this time, or are you here to lift the pot?" Pot of…”
Lu Zhuo didn't give him a chance to ask again, but just grabbed it casually, and transformed a small and exquisite black iron pan into his hand, comfortingly stuffed it into his hand and patted it, before his body fell down again.
In the big black cauldron, the inner demon, attracted by the breath of the small iron pan, crawled out. Holding the edge of the pot and looking around, shaking his head in distaste, curled up back to the bottom of the pot without interest, and soon fell asleep again.
The author has something to say:
Su Shi: Long time no see, I want to talk! 0(°▽°)0
Gong: Long time no see, I think[—]
#No shame no shame to sleep for three days#
#心鬼与锅对惩朝#