[Yang Jian] Moyu Zhaohua

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There are Qionglou Yuyu, green trees and flowers, the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother sit high, and there are crowds of immortals in the Yaochi Hall.The sound of the piano is soft and the aroma of wine is wafting. A man arrives late, but he is not in a hurry or anxious.

He was very good-looking, with long black hair hanging down at his feet, and the ends of his hair were dyed a light purple, matching the clothes of the same color, making him even more luxurious than that supreme person.

As if waiting for him all this time, the fairy boy in Tsing Yi immediately greeted him, but the man waved his hand and did not go to his seat.He walked casually, his eyes paused for a while, and he saw the flowing light in the ink-like pupils turn slightly, but quickly disappeared without a sound.

Avoiding the place where the immortals gathered, the man picked up an empty table in the corner, and as soon as he sat down, a black mist rolled up around him, turning into a boy in black clothes and black hair.Compared with the white, tender and beautiful fairy boys in the Heavenly Palace, this boy's appearance is very ordinary, but what is even more different from them is the inherent coldness, like a sharp blade, Cut everything that comes close to pieces.

It was an ominous child, but the man didn't take it seriously at all. He took the cup handed by the child, and sipped the little nectar bit by bit.He just sat there like this, as if he didn't exist, and the immortal who discovered him was also surprisingly wise, and didn't come close to his territory.

He drank wine glass by glass, at an extremely slow pace, as if he was not here for a banquet, but simply looking for a place with wine and people.

Yes, there are people.

The man leaned against the table with a calm expression, but his eyes were surprisingly soft. His gaze passed through the fairies in the temple, and finally stopped at the dark figure drinking alone under the shade of a tree.

The man was tall and slender, with black hair hanging down his waist, and he was dressed in black clothes that were elegant and dignified, but he was tinged with an unsightly loneliness.He stood there quietly, and the occasional fairy friend came over to strike up a conversation, but it was only a few words, not close, but he did not ridicule or disdain.Always rigorous and indifferent, even alienated.

Only a few moments of talking with the fairy in peach-colored clothes will the alienation and indifference dissipate and become as warm as spring.And after parting, they went back quickly and deserted.

Why bother?

The man far away in the corner sighed softly, put down his cup and stood up.He walked unhurriedly, with a clear goal, but his thoughts had already flown far away, gradually returning to the moment when the two first met...

At that time, he was not yet a judicial god, and he himself was not Naluoshizi Yuxiao Immortal Emperor.