In the next world, it's useless

Cen Qiu did let go.

Different from the tit-for-tat confrontation in the previous life, there was indeed a collision between them in this life, but there was an inexplicable ambiguity under this spike.

Dao Guizhou didn't know whether these emotions were good or bad, but at least this time he didn't have to hold his hand to provoke him to stab the sword into his chest.

He waved Qiu Xue away, and signaled that the cloud of consciousness receded, only turned around and walked inside with Cen Chou, who was staring at him: "You are the son of heaven chosen by the world, and I am heaven."

He pushed open the bamboo door, and didn't stop to let Cen Chou go in, but walked straight into the room, knelt on the futon, and lit a fire casually.

Cen Qiu glanced around here, and closed the door casually: "Your name?"

Dao Guizhou paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Cen Chou: "Dao Guizhou."

"Dao Guizhou?" He raised his eyebrows and sat across from him with a light smile. Dao Guizhou felt that his name was actually very nice, but the next address changed back to the original: "Little uncle, is it fun?"

As for the same question, Dao Guizhou just lowered his eyes and did not answer: "Although you have ascended as a demon god, your mission and responsibility have not changed. You..."

"Little uncle."

He interrupted him: "Did you come to me for those things?"

Dao Guizhou didn't answer, but just looked at him calmly.

He thought that he was the same as Shiyun and Qiuxue. They would not ask questions or guess unless he told them. In their hearts, they habitually regarded Daoguizhou as their god,

No disobedience, no dismantling, no curiosity.

But he is different.

Perhaps for him, Dao Guizhou was once a god in his heart.

He was the first to reach out to him, and the first to care about him and worry about him.

But it was also the only one who lied to him and could still sit in front of him and make tea.

Cen Chou put his hands on the low table, and leaned closer to Dao Guizhou: "Little Martial Uncle, talk."

Dao Guizhou: "...what do you want to hear?"

His tone was calm: "Are these important? You just need to understand what you are going to do in the future."

"Isn't this because of you?" He tilted his head, and plucked his earlobe restlessly, causing Dao Guizhou's ears to heat up instantly: "As long as you are by my side, little uncle, that's enough." .”

Dao Guizhou curled his hands slightly, he felt his heart hurt again, and heard a sound that he shouldn't have heard, it was the sound of his palm cracking again.

He could only say: "Cen Qiu, I cultivate the way of ruthlessness. I am also the way of heaven, and I cannot be by your side forever."

In fact, Cen Chou originally practiced the way of ruthlessness.

When he chose the cultivation method when he built the foundation, Yuqing asked him to practice the ruthless way.

This is also the trajectory of the previous life. To become the way of heaven, the way of ruthlessness is the only way to go.

But Cen Qiu...

Mad.

So his way became the way of magic.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Dao Guizhou lowered his eyes and wanted to reach out for the white porcelain pot to make him a cup of tea so that he could have a calm chat with him, but he grabbed his hand and firmly held it in his own. hand.

Dao Guizhou felt that he should feel the pain.

He didn't often have such physical contact with people, which made him want to withdraw his hand for a moment, but after this intention was seen through by Cen Chou, he tightened even harder in exchange.

Dao Guizhou finally put his staggered gaze on his eyes.

He quietly looked at the cold gaze of the person in front of him, and finally he didn't tense his expression, and finally pursed his lips.

This was obviously a very subtle movement, but Cen Chou caught it.

He not only grabbed it, but also climbed up the pole, and suddenly leaned over to kiss his slightly pursed lips.

Dao Guizhou's body stiffened almost instantly.

His originally half-closed eyes, which looked a little bored and ruthless, widened slightly.

This is probably the most vivid emotion that Daoguizhou can express.

So Cen Chou tilted his head and raised his eyebrows and lips: "Little uncle, you also like me."

Dao Guizhou looked at him for a long time without saying a word, and in the end he didn't say anything about his mission and responsibility, but acquiesced that he always followed him like he was in Lingshan.

But this time, he was no longer the kid who only dared to follow him cautiously.

Now he dared to hook his shoulders directly in front of Shiyun and Qiuxue, dared to tease him directly, and even hugged him when he was staring at the pond in a daze.

and also……

Dao Guizhou indifferently raised his hand to pluck the hair that was soaked in water and stuck to his face, and his whole body was soaked in the pool that he had stared at countless times.

And Cen Chou was sitting on the shore, he sat casually on the ground, with one leg propped up and his arm resting on his knee, his smile was a little bright.

"Little Martial Uncle," Cen Chou said with a dumb smile, "What did you tell me earlier? Are you the Dao of Heaven?"

Dao Guizhou felt that he was offended.

"I'm not cultivating sword intent." He said, "The way of the sword can't beat your normal."

Besides, the successor chosen by the world for him is naturally stronger than him.

Moreover, during this period of time, his body has not been as good as before, and even his soul often feels tired.

Only when he was with him could Dao Guizhou raise his eyelids and move his mouth more.

Cen Chou stretched out his hand towards him: "I'll pull you up if you shout nicely."

Dao Guizhou: "..."

He felt the sword intent oppressing him, and looked at Cen Chou's eyes too calmly.

But this caused the corners of Cen Qiu's mouth to curl even deeper. He stretched out his hand without moving, and looked at Dao Guizhou calmly.

Dao Guizhou watched with downcast eyes, and finally raised his hand, but just as he was about to put it on, Cen Chou withdrew his hand again: "Little uncle, that sounds good."

Dao Guizhou: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Chou was not in a hurry, he just rested his chin with his other hand and waited for him to speak.

Dao Guizhou: "What do you want to hear?"

Cen Qiu tilted his head slightly: "Husband?"

Dao Guizhou: "..."

He stared at him indifferently, seeing that he laughed even harder after saying this.

After he laughed, he held out his hand again: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Come up."

Dao Guizhou was not annoyed, he just stretched out his hand again.

This time Cen Chou didn't act like a demon anymore, but pulled Daogui Zhou up.

Daoguizhou brought up a splash of water, which slightly splashed on Cen Chou's robe.

Before he could make a move, Cen Qiu cast a spell on him to disperse all the water droplets on his body.

Afterwards, Cen Chou hugged his waist, facing him face to face and slightly lowered his head: "Little Martial Uncle, should I be rewarded for practicing sword with you?"

Dao Guizhou: "It's you who insist on gesticulating with me."

"Oh." Cen Chou said: "Then I won you, shouldn't I have some spoils?"

Dao Guizhou didn't push him away, but he didn't answer the conversation.

Cen Chou didn't care, he just lowered his head and kissed his lips.

However, before the kiss deepened, Shiyun, who would come up regularly to report, bumped into the window paper between the two.

Dao Guizhou subconsciously wanted to push him away, after all, he had to take care of the mood of the old man Shiyun, but Cen Qiu hugged him even tighter, even though his lips did leave him, but the gesture between them And his red ears still called Shiyun Tiaojiao.

He heard Shiyun scolding him angrily: "Stinky boy! You are neither big nor young! You are...you are a big treason! How dare you treat Lord Tiandao like this, you..."

Cen Qiu wrapped his arms around Dao Guizhou's neck from behind, and touched Dao Guizhou's face with his other hand. His thumb was pressed against the corner of Dao Guizhou's lips, and the smile in his eyes was a bit brisk and provocation, but the words he said were completely different from the emotions he showed: "Little uncle, I know I'm guilty."

His voice was very soft: "But I am sincere to you, and it is definitely not what the Lord wants to express."

Dao Guizhou was silent for a while, but finally he didn't brush away his troublesome hand: "Knowing the cloud."

He said, "Go to the bamboo house and wait for me."

Shiyun was so enraged by this demon god with superb tea art that he fainted.

Dao Guizhou originally thought that he and Cen Chou's leisurely life could continue, but this time when Shi Yun came up, there was not a single good news.

He must let Cen Chou take over his position as soon as possible, and then become a feather for this world himself.

So he and Cen Qiu had their first quarrel and cold war, and he was locked into the abyss he brought up by Cen Chou, who suppressed his anger.

I don't know how long this relationship lasted, until the day when he finally had to blew himself up to maintain the world.

That day he ordered everything, and it was also the first time he really fought with him after the world was reset, locked him in the bamboo house, and ordered Qiuxue and Shiyun to watch over him.

However, when he wanted to leave something for him and go to his abyss, he actually walked out of it.

With the anger and unruliness all over his body, with the coldness and murderous look when he met in the first life.

Dao Guizhou just stood there, allowing him to pinch him tightly in his arms, feeling that there was a sharp knife he was most familiar with pressing against him from behind.

He heard him whispering coldly in his ear: "Little Martial Uncle."

He said: "Dao Guizhou, if you want to die for this world, it's better for me to kill you first."

"It's not of much use to me to control the world."

"You have to leave me, so it's better to let me do it first."

"In this way, you will belong to me forever."

His speaking speed became faster and faster, and at the end, a bit of lightness and creepy tenderness eerily emerged.

Dao Guizhou's back was pressed against the point of Broken Star's sword and he couldn't move, so Cen Chou let go of his arm, keeping the two of them close together, and caressed him with his free hand. The neck, cheeks, and calloused fingertips climbed up little by little, as if to carefully describe everything about Daoguizhou.

"Why?"

"Why do you have to choose them?"

"But it's fine."

Cen Chou's sword ruthlessly pierced Dao Guizhou's heart, piercing his whole body.

The blood of the two mingled with each other, and Cen Qiu lowered his head and kissed his eyelids, nose, and lips, bit by bit, and finally kissed his Adam's Apple in an unusually gentle and sacred gesture.

"Little uncle, either the world will be destroyed with you, or you can only stay by my side."

The world may indeed be a good place.

The life in the upper realm is indeed comfortable and interesting, and there is a rare ease.

Here, Cen Qiu doesn't need to think about the future, nor does he need to think about his past, since no one cares anyway.

But Cen Qiu's world is not this world.

His world is only one from beginning to end.

The author has something to say: Don’t be too surprised_(:з」∠)_

This is how sick and delicate_(:з」∠)_

Tomorrow at noon, everyone try to be there on time.

It is possible that I will enter the palace for the second time.