Although the elixir has expired, its effect is still there.

After swallowing his stomach, a strange feeling of ice and fire suddenly rushed from his lungs and rushed straight to his throat, shaking the cold sound to his senses.

Chongjue had already gotten up and cleaned his hands on the side, his eyes lowered and he couldn't see his expression, but he could guess with his heels that he should be in an extremely unsafe mood. Anyone who is called by his name by a junior, and says words such as "double cultivation", even if it is a Buddha statue, he will be angry.

Su Hansheng recalled what he had just said, and was scared more sober. He was so silent that he wanted to burrow into the cracks in the ground.

Zhuang Lingxiu was shocked by the sentence "double cultivation", and thought tremblingly in his heart: "No wonder people are young monarchs." Courage is greatness, and he dares to speak so disrespectfully to the world. But if you change others, I am afraid that you will be shocked by the demon slaying and demon clutches again.

Zhuang Ling Xiu nervously waited for how the World Venerable would react, and wanted to stay here to see the excitement. After Chongjue finished cleaning his hands, he looked at him coldly.

Zhuang Lingxiu was suddenly excited, for fear of being assassinated by the World Venerable, and quickly lowered his head: "Shaojun is so uncomfortable that he is delirious, and he has been talking nonsense...... I'll ask if there are any other elixirs. "

Before walking, don't forget to help Shu Hansheng make up for it. After that, he gave Xiao Shaojun a look of "I've done my best" and ran away.

The cold sound was uncomfortable, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even turn over to avoid lying on the soft collapse, so he could only give up on his knees and lift the white robe to his head.

Forget it when you're dead.

But unexpectedly, Chongjue didn't trouble him, nor did he count him down like an elder like before.

Su Hansheng stared at him for a long time, vaguely feeling that the surroundings seemed to be a little too quiet, and secretly opened a gap to look out. The large room was empty.

Chongjue didn't know when he was gone.

Su Hansheng was stunned for a while before he reacted, but he was not as relieved as he imagined.

Although the heart of fear of being scolded was put down, I just didn't know if I ate the expired elixir, and my internal organs were vaguely uncomfortable, as if someone reached out to stir in his chest, and I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit again.

Su Hansheng thought carefully for a long time, and was horrified to find that he seemed to be lost. Lost what?!

Didn't the lost Chongjue question and scold himself?! It's cheap.

Su Hansheng covered his robe on his head again, forcing himself to stop thinking about Chongjue.

The child who grew up in the mountains walked back to the waterway for the first time, and the cold sound did not wake up for long for half a day, and he was sick

Lying in bed and drowsy.

In a daze, Zhuang Lingxiu seemed to have come to look at him, and forcibly stuffed another elixir at the base of his tongue, but this time it was sweet and sour, like a hawthorn fruit.

I don't know if it's the previous sentence of "double cultivation" that stirred up the day and night, and the cold sound is about to lose half of my life even if I am dying, but I am still doing that bad thing with Chongjue in my dream.

In his previous life, Chongjue talked a lot, and he didn't restrain himself at all in bed, and sometimes he was so annoyed that he wished he was not blind but dumb

Why is there so much nonsense to talk about?

Chongjue clasped his ankles and leaned forward: "I'll just ask what's wrong, your former Taoist companion must be younger and better looking than me, right?"

Su Hansheng had never practiced martial arts, his legs were pressed too hard and almost cramped, and he bit his lip in pain, the corners of his forehead were full of sweat, and several locks of hair were wet with sweat on his cheeks.

Knowing that Chongjue was yin and yang, he still couldn't help but deliberately provoke: "Yes, much younger than you. We have been a baby since childhood, and he is only three or four years older than me.... Hmm!"

Chongjue bit him the neck, and blood oozed out of most of his strength.

He said sadly: "Yes, since you have been engaged and have been so close since you were a child, why would he send you out of Infernal Prison for his own selfish desires?"

Su Hansheng was originally gasping slightly with his lips open, but when he heard this sentence, he almost didn't take a breath, coughed heartbreakingly, and almost "can't do it".

He steadied his breath and looked at Chongjue incredulously: "How do you know?"

When Su Hansheng fell into the Infernal Prison, the black-clothed Chongjue had already claimed the king and hegemony in the huge Infernal Prison, and the corpses outside the forbidden hall were piled up into a hill, and it should have been many years since they came.

But he actually knew what happened back then?

Su Hansheng lost interest, tugged at a lock of Chongjue's hair, and asked, "How did you fall into Infernal Hell? When and where? What was your previous status?"

Seeing that Su Hansheng no longer mentioned that the bastard was angry with him, Chongjue finally laughed, and gently leaned down and kissed his eyebrows: "These things are not important. "

Su Hansheng's legs cramped with pain, and he struggled to stare at Chongjue's shoulder and kicked him away, gasping to reach the robe next to him. But as soon as he moved, Chongjue pressed him on the bed again, and said with a low smile: "As long as you want, I can even kill Qi Jianyi for you."

Su Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and looked back at him with his elbows. Obviously, this person is in the Infernal Prison and can no longer enter reincarnation, why is he so sure that he can kill people in the world?

Chongjuena

The pair of weird snow pupils "looked at him" with great interest. After a while, Su Hansheng asked, "Then who were you beaten out of Infernal Prison?"

Chongjue chuckled lowly, kissed the tail of Su Hansheng's eyes, and said softly: "Good boy, you won't want to know."

Su Hansheng frowned and avoided his kiss, and said coldly: "I want to know."

Chongjue "looked" at him for a long time, and suddenly took the robe on the side and wrapped it in the cold voice. The naked body, getting up and putting on the outer robe, seemed to be out of interest.

Su Hansheng didn't want to let him escape the problem, and reached out to grab his sleeve and let him sit back on the bed forcibly. Chongjue!

Chongjue turned around, and Fang Cai's tenderness and sweetness had disappeared, replaced by a strong killing intent and anger. "Crying cold, don't get an inch."

Su Hansheng was shocked by this coercion, and he was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses. But he was not frightened, and even sat up with his eyebrows raised, grabbed Chongjue's messy clothes and approached his knife-and-axe face, and said lightly:

"If you tell me, I'll kiss you."

Chongjue was stunned.

Obviously, the two of them have done countless intimate things, but he is because of one

A kiss and a rare stunned.

Even if the two have been together for many years, Su Hansheng has never really kissed him. This was the first time that Su Hansheng had offered to kiss him, albeit as a deal.

Chongjue's eyes stared at him heavily.

Su Hansheng was closer to him, and his lips rubbed lightly on the corner of Chongjue's lips, Chongjue was so teased that he couldn't help but clasp his arm violently to implement this hard-won kiss, but Shuhansheng slowly moved his lips.

Fox-like eyes in love. The desire has not yet dissipated, and the cold voice that has been depressed rarely brings out a demagogic style. Chongjue's breath followed them and paused.

Seeing that this person actually ate this set, Su Hansheng rubbed his thin lips as if he was close to the ground. Coming and going, Chongjue's arm holding the cold sound was slightly bruised.

After a long time, Chongjue said in a low voice: ...... Knocked down by his best friend's own hands.

Su Hansheng raised his eyebrows: Best friend?

"I have very few best friends." Xu is start, Chongjue is no longer as tense as Fang Cai, and said lightly, I thought he would be on my side, but I was wrong. Su Hansheng asked, "Who is he?"

Chongjue looked at him with a smile: "I have already answered your question." I choked on the cold.

Chongjue sat there, his eyes were like

It kept falling on the lips of Su Hansheng, waiting for this person to redeem his promise without saying a word.

Su Hansheng doesn't love Chongjue.

Or for him, love is such an ethereal thing as he doesn't understand it at all, for love, Qi Jianyi betrayed him, and Chongjue taught him the water-friendly and milky blend of skin.

No one had ever taught him how to love someone.

Delivery. Even if you do it, kissing doesn't mean anything.

Shu Hansheng didn't have any psychological burden, reached out and grabbed Chongjue's shoulder, leaning over slightly.

Half-asleep and half-awake, there seems to be a familiar fragrance of linden flowers close.

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him seemed to have turned into Chongjue dressed in white.

His head was groggy and a little unclear, but he didn't think about it, and continued to tug at the hem of his clothes, imprinted his lips on the cold lips, and bit hard as if in revenge.

For some reason, Chongjue, who was still looking forward to his kiss, stiffened, seemed to be in disbelief, and it took a while to push him away.

Dreaming of Xiao Xiao!

The cold sound fell back to the soft bed, and the brains seemed to be shaken, and when he heard a voice that was not very clear in his ears, he laughed a few times, closed his eyes again, and fell into a more dream.

**★

In the afternoon, the spirit boat finally floated to the shore of Mizusawa Banqingzhou.

Shu Hansheng was woken up by Zhuang Lingxiu, and there seemed to be the spicy feeling that seemed to have chewed chili peppers in his heart, and he leaned back in his wheelchair: "Senior brother, I want to drink water.

"Drink." Zhuang Lingxiu diligently handed over the water in the bamboo tube, looked at the cold sound as if looking up to the heroes, and said in surprise, Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao, where did you dare to say such things? The word 'double cultivation' is not even heard by Buddha cultivation! Will the World-Honored One punish you? Well? Did he scold you?

Su Hansheng drank a few sips of water before he finally felt alive. No, he didn't say anything.

Zhuang Lingxiu pushed the cold sound and walked down the spiritual boat, and said with emotion: It is worthy of the world, and he is merciful, and he actually indulges your offense so much.

Su Hansheng glanced at him faintly: "I'm just talking nonsense, and I don't really want to double cultivate with him."

Zhuang Lingxiu was shocked by his audacity again: "Shut up, Su Shaojun, Shizun has such a good temper, it doesn't mean that he can always tolerate being so offended.

Su Hansheng frowned, seeing that Zhuang Lingxiu was defending Chongjue so much, he always had the illusion that his team had rebelled, and said unhappily: "Is he good-tempered?

Didn't you punish you for copying Buddhist scriptures yesterday?

Zhuang Lingxiu was shocked: "How can it be called a punishment?!" That's called the cultivation of the World-Honored One, do you know how many people outside want this kind of honor that they can't ask for?

Su glared at him with a cold voice.

"And I just showed the Buddhist scriptures I copied to the World-Honored One, and the World-Honored One praised me." Zhuang Lingxiu was flattered and gave me a reward!

The more I listened to the cold voice, the more unhappy I became: What reward did I give you?

Zhuang Lingxiu happily said: Let me copy the Buddhist scriptures twenty times again!

Chill: ......

Zhuang Lingxiu was like a treasure, humming a little song to push the wheelchair down, unintentionally moving his hand, and then removing the cold sound of snow hair. It only fell out of a dozen hairs when I rubbed it before, but only half a day has passed, and a handful fell with a light touch. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will be hard to even breathe.

Zhuang Lingxiu brushed down the powder in his hand with a weak heart, and looked at Banqingzhou, which was lush and green on top of a giant tree, and his eyes sank slightly.

The vitality of the cold sound is too consumed, and it can no longer be delayed. I don't know if his weird-tempered father will easily let go and let the cold sound to replenish his life.

Zhuang Lingxiu pushed the cold sound down from the spirit boat, and just after falling to the shore, the cold sound suddenly "hissed", and the hand on the handrail suddenly burst out of a puff of smoke, almost burning.

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to wear a floating cloud cover.

He hurriedly wanted to hide in the shadows, but before Zhuang Lingxiu could react, he saw an umbrella appear out of thin air, covering the head of Su Hansheng, covering the splashing sun.

The fire from the sun also disappeared silently.

Su Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief, raised the umbrella slightly, and looked at it. Chongjue stood tall in plain white, standing under a tree and looking at him, his eyes showing an unprecedented coldness and ruthlessness.

Su Hansheng was stunned.

Didn't you just say a word of nonsense, why are you still angry for most of the day? And even more angry than on the spirit boat?

I don't quite understand what the elders who have lived for thousands of years think.

"Huh? Zhuang Lingxiu also noticed it, leaned down and whispered, Didn't Shizun lose his anger, and he went to the room halfway to see that you were sleeping peacefully, why are you angry again?

Su was stunned.

Chongjue went to see him?