Live and work in peace and contentment in the dance of demons [traveling]

"you're awake."

As a person who has experienced death, not just the shadow of death, this sound is nothing less than the sound of nature.Even though the voice was flat and without ups and downs, it still made An Wenhao's heart beat wildly.

He tried to open his mouth: "I..." He just made a single sound, and he couldn't continue anymore.No one can understand how a person who has been a wandering soul for more than ten years can suddenly speak again...

"If you dare to cry, you will die." The voice was still flat and waveless, and the ice cooling contained in it quickly froze An Wenhao's tear glands, and the emotion in his heart became...

"Who are you?" An Wenhao opened his eyes and asked back, but what he saw was a pair of thighs that were smooth, tender and white as snow, etc., which were all kinds of perfect thighs.The thigh was so perfect that An Wenhao couldn't help touching it. Anyway, not only did he just hold this thigh with both hands, but his face was also just right on the thigh, so he couldn't touch it.

The skin is delicate and elastic, with no pores, and it is still warm~ "Have you touched enough?"

"Not yet." An Wenhao replied, rubbing his face tightly against each other.How can a mortal with fish lips understand the deep feeling of someone who has been a wandering soul for so many years and finally touched something warm!

The next moment, his vision changed drastically, and he was pushed down on the bed.

Then, the bed board creaked and broke.

An Wenhao: "..." Isn't he that heavy?As A Piao, it has been many years since she was as light as a swallow!

An Wenhao's eyelids were finally willing to raise a little bit, facing the person who was pressing on him, ignoring that handsome face that was so cold that it could drop ice scum: "Who are you?"

The greasy icy face: "Hongchou."

An Wenhao wrinkled his nose, puzzled: "Your parents have a grudge against you? Name a big man Hongsi?"

Continuing with the beautiful icy face: "The swan of the geese, the field of Tian Chou."

"Tianchou?"

"Tian Shouchou."

"Oh." An Wenhao nodded, and then muttered in a low voice in front of Hongchou: "It's such a complicated name."

Continuing with the sweetness of the ice slag: "..." A cultivator cultivates his mind, not to be moved by external objects, not to be confused by common feelings!

An Wenhao has been a ghost for a long time, he has no sense of time urgency, and is used to ignoring everything around him.If he didn't have such a big personality, the ghost career of more than ten years would have driven him crazy.He doesn't want to be a ghost, not only can't communicate, but also looks too ugly, mainly because of being too ugly, the key is because of being too ugly.

But under the premise of being alive, he directly ignored Hongchou who got up from him, and instead continued to lie flat on the broken bed, experiencing the reality of regaining his body.Soon, I moved myself to tears.

Hongchou looked down at his outstretched hand, and then at the guy lying down playing with his fingers, having fun until he completely lost himself in the game, his forehead twitched, and then he twitched again, finally couldn't help but move Anwen Hao slipped up from the bed.

An Wenhao met Hongchou's eyes again, and first patted Hongchou's hand holding his collar, signaling him to put him down, and then blushed a little: "This strong man, can you put on some clothes first? "

Although everyone is a big man, but the red fruit is so bad.As a gay man, even though he has watched countless scenes in the years of being a ghost, he still feels a little embarrassed.

An Wenhao lowered his head and stared at Hongchou's lower body with good eyesight, and pointed his fingers, silently comparing with all the tough men he had been spying on for so many years.Well, strong man, very strong.

When Hongchou heard this, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression, and asked: "In your eyes, I don't have any clothes on?" He obviously used his spiritual power to conjure up a set of clothes, which are said to be T-shirts and jeans that are very common in this world.No, just now this person could directly touch his legs!The illusion of spiritual power is the most basic use of spiritual power. This kind of use is not so much an illusion as a technique.Just like the rumors in Jianghu that turning a stone into gold, if it is transformed with spiritual power, before the spiritual power is exhausted, the stone that is turned into gold will be gold.Now, from the perspective of others, the clothes on his body should be no different from ordinary clothes in terms of touch and texture, and it is even more impossible to touch him directly!

Such gestures are not only overly intimate, but also represent danger.When a stranger can directly approach him without any hostility, this guy... Could this be Wuji Zhenli's ability?Or is it that this guy who has the ability to fuse Wuji Zhenli is some kind of extraordinary existence?

Hongchou stared at An Wenhao twice, no matter how he looked at it, he was an ordinary human being.But this is not normal at all, not to mention Wuji Zhenli, but the guy in front of him was still a soul body not long ago.

To put it bluntly, Wuji Zhenli is a mutated Nanming Lihuo, from strength to yang; it should have a natural restraint on evil things like soul and body.Not to mention the levels of the two, Wuji Zhenli is almost one of the top types of fire, while the soul body is almost the lowest evil thing.

This soul body, which is not even a ghost cultivator, has merged with Wuji Zhenli without incident, and can reshape the physical body... Where did this guy come from to pretend to be a soul body to deceive people?

An Wenhao didn't know Hongchou's entanglement in his heart. He patted Hongchou's chest muscles, then touched Hongchou's abdominal muscles, and nodded: "It's light." Can you touch the mermaid line?Probably not, unfortunately.

Hongchou looked at An Wenhao's hand this time and did not stop him.He didn't even raise the awareness of blocking: "I have no clothes to wear." This is the truth.

Wuji Zhenli is a treasure even in the fairy world.A powerful fire seed is the ultimate temptation for many Danxiu, Qixiu and Huoxiu.And those who are good at controlling fire will not be weak in attack power.Although there are not many people who dare to compete for Wuji Zhenli, all of them are good players.Celestials are already the lowest level. Even the Celestials who come to fight for it have amazing combat power. The best of the Celestials even have the ability to leapfrog challenges.

But everyone underestimated the power of Wuji Zhenli.The Celestial Immortals were wiped out almost instantly, except for a few wealthy families who escaped their lives early; Jinxian could only hold on with all his might.

After some scrambling, Hong Chou thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't expect Wuji Zhenli to melt the barriers of the fairy world, break through time and space, and implicate him in this world.

But in this obviously weak world, the rules are extremely strange.It doesn't count if his various abilities are suppressed, and he can't even open the storage ring.It became very difficult to mobilize his spiritual power. Fortunately, he had a deep heel, and if he changed to someone with a lower cultivation base, he might be no different from ordinary people.

All kinds of reasons caused Hongchou, a top expert, to face the embarrassment of being poor and white.

An Wenhao is a little richer than Hongchou.He now has a broken house.There is a broken bed in the house, oh, there has just been property loss; there is also a broken cabinet, some basic daily necessities.Well, there are still clothes to wear.

An Wenhao opened the broken cabinet, and generously took out a T-shirt as big as a sack: "You wear this first." He tilted his head to look at the trousers, and handed them over, "Try?"

Hongchou did not refuse. The T-shirt fits well, the pants...

An Wenhao watched his trousers turn into cropped trousers... I hate long legs!But Yan Zheng is good, obviously the clothes and trousers are not so good, they don't fit well, but they can be worn on the catwalk.

Seeing An Wenhao's expression, Hongchou knew that he was unhappy.The next moment he realized that he still cared about a person's thoughts. Since his strength surpassed that of a fairy, how many years has this happened?

An Wenhao turned his head pretending not to care, counted his belongings, and then found an information bag in the lackluster room.

An ID card, the name is still An Wenhao, age... An Wenhao snapped his fingers and did the math: "Seventeen?!" Damn it, does he have to take the college entrance examination again?Wait, what does his face look like now?Why is the photo on the ID card the same as a wanted criminal?

There is also a household registration book in the information bag, with his name on it.The place of household registration is a place called Gaolu Village that he has never heard of.According to the land certificate in the household registration book, it seems that he still has a hilltop land in Gaolu Village.

Is this the rhythm that encourages him to regain his new life and occupy the mountain as king?

An Wenhao wandered around while holding the materials.

Hongchou asked, "What are you looking for?"

An Wenhao: "Mirror, I don't even know what I look like now."

With a movement of Hongchou's fingers, a full-length mirror stood in front of An Wenhao.An Wenhao didn't pay attention and almost bumped into it.

No, he did hit it.The claws were slowly "pulled" out of the mirror, and the claws passed through again... Could it be that he has become a lonely ghost again because he can't touch the real thing? !

Hongchou looked at him moving around, and asked strangely: "Don't you want to look in the mirror?" Although his strength has been greatly suppressed, it is not difficult for an ordinary water mirror.

Hongchou just stretched out his hand and gently lifted An Wenhao out of the mirror, his restless paws were pressed against the hem of his trousers, he hooked An Wenhao's chin with one hand and lifted slightly, An Wenhao saw the picture in the "mirror" Myself...a little black face that hasn't been washed for hundreds of years, and my figure is the same as that of a bone spirit who has lost weight, but also short...

#It must be that the reference object is particularly wrong#

An Wenhao tried his best to ignore the beautiful little white face with long legs that was almost clinging to his back...it was still a dry, stunted, dark and short man!Although he died early in his previous life, he was still a real tall, rich and handsome man!

Seeing that he stopped looking at the mirror, Hongchou directly withdrew the water mirror technique, thinking that the water used to condense the water mirror technique should not be wasted, so he simply manipulated the water vapor and threw a cleansing technique on An Wenhao.

A monk's body has a self-cleaning function, and the clothes he wears are magic weapons, and the cave also has its own dust removal array.When the level of cultivation is high and the material used for the magic weapon is ready, it will have a strong repulsive force, and it is impossible for dust and dirt to adhere to it.

Hong Chou used the cleansing technique very unfamiliarly, and then he used too much force.

#Deep cleaning, clean every pore#

# Polishing and waxing, one step in place #

#Cleansing, whitening, no residue#

After being suffocated for a moment, An Wenhao hurriedly closed his eyes subconsciously after being rubbed with sand leather just now. When he opened his eyes again, the water mirror technique was gone, and what fell into Hongchou's eyes was a A face that was too handsome for a boy.

The skin is fair, with the smoothness and tenderness unique to young people, and it also has moisture.A head of messy hair is also like a small animal that has been calmed down, obediently subdued, the hair color is not pure black, but a little brown, slightly curly, with a small hair twist circling on the top of the head.

There is basically nothing ugly among monks, especially those who are successful in cultivation.Hongchou's own appearance is also unique, and his aesthetics has long been beyond the surface, but looking at An Wenhao like this, he is rarely happy in his heart, and subconsciously strokes the soft hair on the top of An Wenhao's head.

pleasing to the eye.

smoothly.

An Wenhao: "Huh?"

Hongchou: Is it really because of Wuji Zhenli?

The author has something to say: The realm of pretending to be tender

An Wenhao: [-] years old in the previous life + [-] years as a ghost = [-] years old in this life\(≧▽≦)/Hongchou: I have been practicing.

An Wenhao＼(≧▽≦)／: How many years have you practiced?

Hongchou: I can't remember clearly, I just retreated for a hundred years.

An Wenhao: ＼(≧▽≦)/...(⊙_⊙)? ...Little boy, you don't like me.