Liu Ru pestered Li Changsheng to exchange love tokens, and also waived Li Changsheng's tea fee, and watched him and Wu Zetian leave.

Pavilion building, phoenix plane tree.

Liu Ru stood in the private room on the top floor, watched the two of them drift apart, and murmured:

"Lord Wang, the slave family used to be very dirty and messy, but the slave family swears."

"From now on, the slave family will definitely guard you like jade."

"When you say goodbye, you'll get a clean willow."

"That's a gift from the slave family!"

The wind rises, the clouds surge.

The fox demon oath, the witness of heaven.

This is, swear!

…

Li Changsheng and Wu Zetian went out of Luoyang City.

The sky was getting dark, and the two came to Laojun Mountain.

Over Laojun Mountain, it is the Ganye Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, Wu Zetian shouted that he was tired of walking and wanted to rest.

The Holy Spirit Emperor has given orders, what can Li Changsheng do?

I could only find an ancient tree and accompany Wu Zetian to rest.

After sitting down, Wu Zetian took off his white boots and white socks, revealing a pair of exquisite jade feet with beads of sweat.

This detachment, that fading, directly locked the gaze of Li Changsheng, who was about to close his eyes and recuperate.

Wu Zetian smiled evilly.

That's what she wants!

Seeing that the little goblin who was not worthy of his life kicked lightly with his legs, stretched his jade feet into Li Changsheng's arms, and twisted his ankles playfully:

"Eh, little gentleman, can you help me rub my feet?"

Soft in the arms.

Li Changsheng's heart was beating violently, and his blood circulation accelerated.

【Good... Such beautiful feet...]

[Is this a woman's foot...]

[It's so fragrant! 】

As if enchanted, he leaned down and shrugged the tip of his nose.

Wu Zetian's jade feet were less than ten centimeters away from the tip of Li Changsheng's nose.

Close enough that he could smell the jade feet.

Wu Zetian's jade feet, not only do they not smell, but they have a fragrance.

Li Changsheng couldn't hold back, reached out and pinched it...

Well... How so?

It feels smooth to the touch and has a warm texture, holding it as if holding a pearl.

[Oh my God, master, what should I do...]

[Am I sick...]

[How do I... How could you fall in love with a woman's feet...]

"Does Little Immortal Jun like my feet very much?"

Wu Zetian teased.

"Uh..."

Li Changsheng blushed to the root of his ears:

"Nope."

"If you like it, just say it."

Wu Zetian's fingertips ran across the young man's lips, tilted his head, and closed his eyes:

"Press, don't panic, I'll put on my boots when you've had enough."

"Hey."

Li Changsheng quietly poured the immortal power into his palm, rubbing Wu Zetian's lotus toes one by one, and controlled the strength with a focused expression.

Wu Zetian's eyelashes trembled slightly:

It's so warm, is that the power of the immortals?

The empress was immersed and drowsy.

Li Changsheng felt that the light massage was a bit boring, and asked:

"If I go to the Workshop Division again, will I be able to prostitute for nothing?"

"Is Mr. Little short of money?"

Wu Zetian forcibly opened his phoenix eyes, suppressed the mention of his throat and eyes, and used all his strength to resist Feng Wei, and said:

"If you are short of money, Mr. Xiao will speak, I have money."

"Not really."

Li Changsheng shook his head and said with a smile:

"I haven't prostituted it in vain, I want to try it."

"You can prostitute yourself without soaking willows."

Wu Zetian spent a lot of effort, stabilized his breathing, and said:

"Fifty percent of the money earned by the Teaching Workshop Division will go to the treasury, thirty percent will go to the frontier, and two percent will go to me, and the people are all yours, isn't the money also yours?"

"Ahh

Li Changsheng's eyes lit up, let go of the jade foot, and knocked down Wu Zetian:

"The empress's sister begs for support."

"Oops, little sir is bad!"

Wu Zetian was blushed by Li Changsheng's sneak attack, and his little pink fist was weakly pounded on the young man's chest, and he said coquettishly:

"Don't learn well, bad man!"

"Hahaha, Your Majesty doesn't like it?"

"Like~"

Wu Zetian became affectionate and wanted to guide Li Changsheng to grope down.

Don't wait for her to speak...

The young man suddenly got up, and his eyes suddenly became solemn:

"Murderous!"

Li Changsheng turned his head to look at the north.

There is the entrance up the mountain.

There are too many people to kill, he is quite sensitive to murderous aura, and mortals do not hide their killing intent, so he found the source of killing intent at once.

"Murderous?"

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes lit up, he quickly put on his boots and socks, got up, and followed Li Changsheng to look north:

"There is a nest of thieves on Laojun Mountain, I don't know..."

"No matter who it is, dare to show murderous intent to this seat and look for death!"

Li Changsheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he turned around:

"Your Majesty, stay here, I'll go up the mountain."

"What are you going to do?"

Wu Zetian asked.

"Kill."

Li Changsheng walked towards the mountain without looking back.

Wu Zetian's apricot eyes were full of spring, and he didn't stop it, but just admonished:

"Little sir, come back early."

"Got it."

Li Changsheng waved his hand.

Call.

The wind is blowing down the mountain.

Looking at the man on the mountain, Wu Zetian's eyes were full of obsession:

The white clothes are flashy, the green silk is flying, and the figure of the young man is like an ancient god walking in the world, standing tall and facing the wind.

How to describe him?

Be cynical? Uninhibited? Immortal power?

There seemed to be few words that could depict the teenager.

No.

Wu Zetian thought of it:

Like a mountain!

He was her sense of security.

…

After Li Changsheng went up the mountain.

Wu Zetian sat in the open space and watched the sunset.

The lonely vine and old tree are faint, the sun is setting, and the intestines are broken.

The remnant sun is like blood, like a funeral cloth at a funeral.

The crow chirped in the branches, like a mournful funeral song.

Everything is so miserable, but Wu Zetian is happy.

She danced with the crows and laughed in the red sun.

"Whoa."

A drop of cold liquid landed on the back of Wu Zetian's hand.

Wu Zetian stopped dancing and looked at the back of his hand blankly:

"Is it snow?"

Is it snowing?

The first snow of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

With the first snowflake, the second, the third followed.

Four... Five... Six...

Not long after, the pure white snowflakes are flying, fluttering in the ocean, dressing the entire Laojun Mountain into a piece of silver.

"It's like a church."

Wu Zetian muttered to himself.

The suddenness of the snow seems to have something to do with her man.

"Tick."

Another drop of viscous liquid, dripping onto her blown-up skin.

Wu Zetian frowned, dipped the liquid, and sniffed it under his nose...

"It's blood!"

The female emperor raised her head in disbelief.

In the snowstorm, a drop of red appeared.

Abrupt, distinctive, that's...

"Human blood!"

Wu Zetian looked shocked.

One drop is not enough.

With the wind and snow, the red color is more and more, more and more.

Gradually, the ticking sound, became...

"Wow."

Pouring blood, swaying down.

Wu Zetian was drenched in blood.

But she didn't dodge, she didn't run away.

She stared straight at the top of the mountain.

Vaguely, she saw a man standing there, holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, killing to the top of the mountain with a river of blood, killing to the thief's village...

Chickens and dogs don't stay!

"Luckily, he's my lover."

Wu Zetian patted her chest in fear.

If she wants to be an enemy of Li Changsheng, she would rather cut herself!

After 100 breaths.

The blood rain stopped.

The figure on the mountain descended the mountain.

Wu Zetian took a deep breath and stood at the aisle to greet the young man.

The husband is triumphant, how can the wife not greet each other?

It's a hundred breaths again.

Li Changsheng's figure entered Wu Zetian's field of vision.

Seeing the woman covered in blood, the young man who was also covered in blood smiled shyly.

With this smile, Wu Zetian's hanging heart fell to the ground:

This man, no matter how much he killed, no matter how ruthless, returned home, he was still her little man, the very obedient and well-behaved little man.

She clapped her hands, opened her arms, and gave the boy a warm smile:

"Xianggong, come here, lady hug."

"Hmm!"

Li Changsheng grinned, threw away the sword he had snatched from the bandits' den, and trotted towards Wu Zetian.

The happiest thing in the world is to kill someone, and your lover will still smile at you and hug you as always.

Most people's first thought is to dodge.

Jumping into Wu Zetian's arms, Li Changsheng was like a child who had won a fight outside, making a fuss in Wu Zetian's arms, laughing, showing off his joy with her, and wanted to exchange his brilliant achievements for a woman's smile.

His red dust is very big, no bigger than Wu Zetian's chest.

His rivers and lakes are very small, so small that there is only one Wu Zetian on the tip of his heart.

Wu Zetian is like a listener, listening to the story, sometimes angry, sometimes laughing, sometimes ridiculing, but behind these emotions, there is a word that runs through the front and back.

That word is called love!

The two of them grinded their ears and temples, and the sun set.

Darkness envelops the earth like a huge mouth that chooses people to eat.

When the world is engulfed in darkness...

Time, stand still!