The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

There is no sun and moon outside the window, so I don't know how long it has passed.

This was the same last time at the Qingming Cave, but this time it was more chaotic and fierce than the last time, and it was so unbearable.

His skin would tremble because of being rubbed by the vines, and when all the untouchable areas were under the control of the vines, the whole person was already floating in the turbulent waves and undulating waves.

If it were replaced by a mortal body, I'm afraid I would have passed out.

But the state of crossing the robbery, one is powerful and difficult to faint, and the other has some ability to recover on his own. These two factors keep him clear and tortured from time to time.

Although the rapid breathing and panting sounds were out of tune, he bit his lower lip and tried not to make a sound.

The vine sent himself to his mouth in dissatisfaction. He had no strength but had to make fun of them, his throat choked, choked, and was a little uncomfortable.

If it had been crying long ago, at this time it was just a glimmer of water.

He thought, he was afraid that there would be nothing left and right to flow out.

He was turned over by the vine and changed his posture. The vines walked down the clothing, so the clothing was still there, but it was just a scene that could not be taken off. Ben is a light-weight material, soaked in thin sweat at this time, he even looked shameless.

I was afraid. This was a feeling of being too intense. He didn't want to touch, but he was afraid to touch.

But after understanding Xiao Shao's intentions, he was afraid, but he also went.

You can't wait for yourself to sink into this red dust, Xiao Shao is satisfied, and you can hear him say a few words.

But he has been tricked to the point where he did not know how many times he has gone back and forth between life and death, but he still has a clear mind-he looked at Xiao Shao's expression, and became even colder.

I'm afraid it still doesn't work.

Finally, Xiao Shao got up and walked towards him.

The red candle in the wedding room was made from the savage oil, and it did not go out for many years, and he saw a swaying red candle in the misty veil of shadow, and came alone.

Faintly familiar figure, but I dare not recognize.

Xiao Shao's finger was on his right cheek.

It's cold, but it makes him sober again.

Fingertips wandered and moved to the ear, just cold machinery, just as ruthless in this man's eyes.

Lin Shu looked at it, as if back to the day when he was a hamster beside him.

At that time he was panicking, always avoiding the owner, and then caught back. Now it is you who want to live together peacefully, but I have been left behind.

The stream of water that had previously been in the eyes turned into two lines of tears, and suddenly could not stop.

He thought that even though he had walked in the world, he had become the master of the sword pavilion with the practice of crossing the robbery, and it turned out to be a sound hamster.

There is no such thing as income.

Sincerely falling down these two tears, Xiao Shao was attracted.

Xiao Shao's fingertips touched his eyes and wiped away the tears.

Lin Shu struggled a bit and found Xiao Shao standing here, and those spiritual vines no longer severely restrained him.

He barely supported the bed with his arm, sat up, and fluttered, fluttered, and suddenly planted in Xiao Shao's arms in front of him, and had to grab his placket to stabilize it.

Lin Shu didn't know how long he had been made by the vine. Now he was soft and hot all over his body, and when he touched Xiao Shao's cold and strong body, the whole person was a spirit.

But he did not leave, but leaned on Xiao Shao just like that, took a few breaths, and grasped his right arm with one hand, his face close to his neck.

As if in a gesture of embracing, Xiao Shao embraced him symbolically-putting his hands on his waist imaginarily.

The vines moved slowly, Lin Shu trembled, and the hand holding Xiao Shao's right arm became tighter and tighter. He couldn't help breathing, if it was a pair of lovers, it must be a beautiful scene.

However, Xiao Shao was ruthless and unintentional, and Lin Shu knew that it would be meaningless to go on like this.

Taking advantage of this posture leaning on Xiao Shao's chest, his right hand flashed faintly, one and a half feet long, the whole body was black, and the strange sharp weapon appeared in his hand.

At that time, he learned the secret of Qingming Demon King's "Persistent". According to the records, Ling Fengxiao searched the world for three precious needles, and used one in Beixia territory. One dropped and one left, but it was used on Xiao Shao's body.

The purity of his body couldn't be soiled. The torture on the bed was meaningless. Lin Shu confided that he could no longer be subject to Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao uses resentment as the root cause, so he is immortal, but he still uses spiritual power to control this spiritual power vine.

Exactly, the Needle of Extinction destroys the root of spiritual power and spiritual power.

With this stitch, there are no more pesky vines.

The needle pointed at Xiao Shao's heart and gradually approached.

Xu Shao didn't find it and proceeded quite smoothly.

While holding the needle of silence, he stopped short of touching Shao Shao's chest.

There was something in his heart.

Does it hurt?

He was no longer a man. Would it be sad if he lost his spiritual power now?

Suddenly several thoughts flashed, without even thinking about it, but it was reflected in the action. It was exactly that moment that he paused.

At this moment, he knew that Xiao Shao could not be concealed.

He looked like a small animal stared at by a natural enemy, slowly raised his head to see Xiao Shao, and then prepared for death.

Seeing Xiao Shao's expression, he froze again.

Xiao Shao was still the same, unable to see the mood and anger.

He just narrowed his eyes slightly, narrowed his lips slightly, the candlelight reflected his eyelashes, and cast a shadow.

He seemed sad, Lin Shu suddenly thought.

But when he saw Lin Shu's movements clearly, he did not stop it, it was like silent indulgence.

Suddenly, Qian Chen's past came to mind, and he remembered that Xiao Shao had said a word.

It says that only two people in the world can hurt me.

One of them is the queen, and the other ... is self-explanatory.

He can be injured, not because of how powerful he is, but because of love and hate, too deep. If the other party insists on hurting him, he can only suffer. There is nowhere to hide, and he doesn't want to hide.

And what he did at this time ... didn't hurt him.

The queen had hurt him so deeply, how could she ...

He didn't hide or avoid. Is there still a little clarity in his heart, remembering a little past?

Lin Shu's fingers holding the doom needle trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and thought, Lin Shu, this person, is just as hopeless.

This needle can no longer be punctured anyway.

He was so weak that he almost couldn't hold the silencer needle.

He slowly dropped his hand.

The vines, which had stood still, began to slowly swim again.

And he looked at the needle of extinction in his hand, the ghost sent God to the ground, took it up, and looked in front of him.

Thinking of a shortfall of success, due to the pity in my heart, I still did not stab Little Phoenix.

After all, there was no way he could hurt Xiao Shao.

The vines all over the body became fiercer. The body ’s response was uncontrollable. They lost their helmets and armors, and even broke into the army. They could n’t hold their breath and sobbing. Their throat was already dumb. Obviously.

Suddenly he laughed stupidly.

Slow, but no doubt.

He looked up and looked at Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao also looked at him, seeming to sting for a moment.

Just this moment, he slammed his strength and passed the needle of silence into his heart!

There was a thunderous thunder in his mind, and he realized how similar it was to that mirror.

It turned out that the fate was destined?

The lonely, nothingness.

This stitch, the cultivation of the past, spiritual power, Taoism, all disappeared.

In the past life, the chickens started to sing, rested in the middle of the night, dawned on the heavens and the earth, and felt the yin and yang at night. Water drips through stones, sand gathers into towers, is superbly repaired, is unparalleled, is it important?

Very important.

But it doesn't seem so important.

Far red dust, near red dust, red dust out, red dust out, ancestral religion is rampant, teachers and friends advise, chatter.

Jian Ge's mentality, exquisite sword tricks, ruthless way, if you think about it, it is actually useless.

By the power of the extinguishing needle, self-destruct meridians, self-defeating repair, self-abandonment of Tao heart. The blood flow in the chest is like a note, but in fact there is no pain, but something disappears and disappears in the body, and then disappears.

The smell of ice and snow, the aroma of cold plums, suddenly rushed towards the face.

In the past, greed and resentment suddenly came to mind.

On the moonlit night, looking for plums in the snow, the lights were dim, and the sparse shadows slanted into the end.

He reached out and climbed Xiao Shao's shoulders, then took his face and sent his lips up.

The lingering charm of the vine was still there, and the clothes had slipped halfway, revealing half of the shoulders. In the past, when he was hot, Xiao Shao had been coaxed and forced into the bronze mirror, so he could imagine what he looks and poses now, and what he is doing.

Obsessed with confusion, it is deliberately disturbed, and then obsessed.

If you want to be distracted, you have to be emotional.

Today's affectionate Lin Shu, facing Xiao Shao's mind, must be tempted and distracted, distracted and fascinated, fascinated and lost, and then fall into red dust forever, mingling with the troubled and dirty world.

Xiao Shao seemed a little at a loss, his eyes seemed empty and confused.

Lin Shu touched his eyes with his fingertips, and looked at the empty look that he couldn't remember. For a moment, he felt cute, and laughed. Laughing, but the pain in my heart was sour and irresistible, and tears fell.

With tears in his eyes, Yu Guang saw the red candle on the bed swaying, and the lingering moth fluttered fire, and smiled lightly again.

The body was empty, the meridians were beautifully broken, and there was no way to fight it. There was no spiritual power at all. I wanted to reincarnate myself, ask the avenue, repair it for more than twenty years, and after several rises and falls, I finally became a human body.

The vulgar words of the villagers said that they often walked by the river. There is no reason why they don't wet their shoes. The magnificent red dust, in the great world, he planted like this.

But he also acknowledged it.

"Aren't you awake," he pressed his forehead to Xiao Shao's forehead, and whispered, "I ... came back to play with you. Are you still ... awake?"

The author has something to say: "I hope the rebirth lamp will be red again that month."

The chapter name is taken from this sentence, which is from Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion.