He and It

"Guangling Miscellaneous Talk" - written by countless ignorant humans, they actually treat it as a treasure and hide here to take a peek.

His hobby is buried deep. If he had known it earlier, when he tried to use power and wealth to corrupt his Taoist heart, he shouldn't have done anything. Just sending someone to bring a hall of miscellaneous books would have made him die without finishing them. .

...Forget it, Yan Huan sneered in his heart with disdain. For a person like him who is indifferent to oil and salt, it is useless to use foreign objects to corrode him.

"If you want to study, then study hard. I'm not your parent or teacher, and I still care about you on such trivial matters." He said, "What does it look like to shrink into the quilt like this?"

Liu Fuguang fell on the bed with a groan, like a lazy pile of batter, with no image at all, let alone any grace or temperament.

"It's fun to hide and watch, you know?"

After saying that, he continued to light the small lamp, then rolled up the quilt, and heard the sound of turning books.

How could Yan Huan let him have his way? Therefore, he stretched out a finger and poked the quilt bag outside without any interruption until the quilt twisted around. Finally, Liu Fuguang couldn't bear the disturbance, so he swooped out and hung on the dragon, rubbing his cheeks and neck. The two of them screamed, and Yan Huan suffered a lot.

Time stands still here.

The pitch-black figure that acted as the Dragon God's eyes and ears was fixedly staring at Liu Fuguang, who was smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth. His face slowly cracked, and a dazed and joyful smile appeared on his face.

It stretched out its bouncing hand and wanted to poke the young man's cheek gently and slightly, but it was just a hair away and stopped hesitantly.

Its smile gradually turned into a sad crying face, and it retracted its fingers, like a beast with four claws on the ground, choosing to rub against Liu Fuguang's clothes, changing into many unstable shapes around his legs, and swaying around the young man's body .

"F-Guang..." It purred indistinctly, split its horribly deformed lips, and carefully held the young man's clothes in its mouth. Just like this, it felt very happy, "Fu-Guang..."

It lingered on like this for a long time, and the Dragon God himself outside the palace gate also made a thunderous sound of joy.

I don't know how much time passed before the dark human figure reluctantly retreated and resumed the time of flowing dreams.

Liu Fuguang was yawning.

Cultivators have not escaped from the Three Realms, but have jumped out of the Five Elements. They rarely feel tired. It is a rare state to be able to endure such fatigue.

Yan Huan was tired and had just come back from outside. When he found Liu Fuguang walking around the palace, he was immediately stunned.

He saw that the young man was barefoot, with his bare feet on the floor, his long hair hanging listlessly, and his body covered with his own cassock. Because the cassock was too big and heavy, it was being dragged crumpled on the ground. Liu Fuguang was sniffing and looking at the jade slips in confusion and sleepiness.

He must have encountered some difficulty, otherwise, he would not be pouting so unhappily.

Yan Huan discovered that he suddenly couldn't control his expression, and he was helplessly turning into an idiot who couldn't control his smile. He stood there, grinning and trying for a long time, but he still couldn't make the smile on his face become less disgusting. Finally, he had to give up the idea and walked towards his Taoist companion.

"Why are you wearing my clothes without permission?" he asked in a ferocious and serious manner, but unfortunately, the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Liu Fuguang muttered: "I can't understand..."

"What?" Yan Huan took a closer look and was immediately dumbfounded, ""Tao Qing Dao Zang"... This is something you only have to watch during the integration stage. You haven't even broken through to Nascent Soul yet, how can you watch this?"

"So I..." Liu Fuguang shook his head, trying to wake himself up, "...so I wore your robe, and I thought, well... Immortal Silica Stone, Li Jue is ill..."

"...It's 'immortality is important, and principles and tactics are equally important', right?"

He was so cute and clumsy, gibbering and speaking inarticulately. Yan Huan's heart seemed to melt in an instant, and it was filled with fluff, sunshine, flowers...or other disgusting things that were so stupid. He coughed, took out the jade slip with a rare kindness, replaced it with a "broken book" as he often called it, and stuffed it into Liu Fuguang's sticky fingers.

"Okay, take this, you have to rest, little freak. If you continue to endure this, you will become obsessed."

He carried Liu Fuguang to the bed, opened the prison-like cassock, and wrapped him in a soft and comfortable Tencel quilt, "Go to sleep. If you wear my clothes randomly next time, be careful that I will punish you severely." "

The light threat also melted into Liu Fuguang's light breath. Staring at his soft lips and face as peacefully sleeping as a baby, Yan Huan was in a rare trance.

...What a little freak.

The surroundings became quiet again.

The dark human figure was lying beside the bed, almost entranced by Liu Fuguang's fingertips.

It chuckles crazily, a fragment of a mad soul, a hallucination of half-hearted delirium. It said "cute", and as the lips and tongue of the Dragon God, it poured out eleven million words of love here. It trembled and kissed Liu Fuguang's fingertips in the dream. The impact caused by the excitement made it burst like this. Exploded and regrouped several times.

This is the dreamland of the Dragon God, the huge kingdom he has built for thousands of years. He must hide here, because in the sixth millennium after Liu Fuguang's death, the damage to the Dragon God's heart has rotted and expanded to an irreparable level. .

He devoured the Taoist heart of perfection in order to regain freedom, break free from the shackles of fate, and hold all the power and power in his hands. However, Yan Huan had to pay a necessary price for his madness, short-sightedness and cruelty at that time - freedom only came for a short moment. As the ultimate evil, the result of erasing the greatest good was equivalent to erasing half of his own body with his own hands. .

The perfection in fantasy only exists in fantasy after all. In fact, from the moment the Taoist fell down Mount Zhong, his own "Tao" was on the verge of being broken and could no longer be restored to its original state.

Because of this disability, Dragon God's pain has lasted for thousands of years, and it will continue to continue. He is going crazy with pain. What's the use of just swallowing a Tao Heart?

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