lotus words

Emperor Chao Sheng returned from injury, and everyone was happy.

However, he was also a little confused, because the emperor didn't come back alone, and he was holding a young man in his arms.

A boy without clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wrapped in the emperor's cloak, sleeping soundly.However, Dijun's clothes were disheveled, his eyes were full of anger, he hurried back, sneered at everyone, and said, "What are you looking at?" Then he rushed to his bedroom again.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces were wonderful.

However, the most troubled one is Emperor Chaosheng. He was only in a good mood for a while, respecting the high character of the lotus, and reaching out to enlighten it to help it become a fairy, but somehow, after a stick of incense, the flower came alive. It bloomed and withered, and finally turned into a young boy, lying naked on the stone bridge, until the Emperor of Heaven, who had lived for hundreds of years, was at a loss.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he caught a glimpse of the man with a "jade body lying horizontally" on the bridge, so he couldn't bear it, so he took him back.

Now I really don't know what to do.

Chao Sheng frowned and put his hands on the young man's chest, closed his eyes, only felt that he was full of spiritual energy, not like a person from the demon world, so he was a little relieved.Xin Dao, there is absolutely no reason in the world to cultivate a human form after being enlightened. In such a situation, it is only possible that at the time of enlightenment, a dead soul leaves the body and takes the opportunity to be reborn. If it is the soul of the demon world, the body of the fairy world must not be able to bear it. , now that this thing is sleeping so soundly, it must not be a bad thing.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Chao Sheng withdrew his hand and placed him on the bed, thinking that he could only ask him when he woke up, he shook his head helplessly, and wanted to leave.

Suddenly being grabbed by the sleeve, Chao was startled, and subconsciously turned around and clasped the unruly wrist.

"..." The boy on the bed tilted his head innocently, his black hair slipped down and fell onto the bed.

"Are you awake?" Chao Sheng raised his eyebrows and let go of his wrist, "Don't touch me casually."

The boy withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Chao Sheng picked him up blankly: "Why are you sleeping when you wake up? Explain clearly to me."

"Name, identity, where do you live?"

The boy shook his head without even opening his eyes.

Chao Sheng smiled softly, strangled him by the neck and pushed him down on the bed: "Say."

"I don't remember." The boy opened his eyes and looked at Chao Sheng quietly. His dark eyes were clear and transparent, but he couldn't see the end at a glance.

"How did you die, remember?" Chao Sheng asked after calming his mind.

The young man pondered for a while, blinked his big eyes, reached out and touched his chest, and said in a doubtful voice, "It seems to be... a sword."

The voice is light, and there is no joy or sadness on the face, as if telling another story about someone else.

Chao Sheng was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.After a long time, he sighed and said, "You stay."