Ex-husband insists on remarrying

Zou Ling had a long dream.

The dream is full of white feathers.

The first Ten Thousand Immortals Conference he participated in was at Sword Soul Mountain, and many, many years have passed.At that time, he was not on the invitation list, so he could only go quietly with his veil on, because he found out that there was a Zhiyang furnace cauldron named Lan Heng in Sword Soul Mountain.

He concealed his breath and sneaked, but failed to find Lan Heng, and instead bumped into a group of youths bullying with swords. The center of the bullying circle was a little guy much younger than him. The bullied one.

He was pushed and shoved, and stumbled into the narrow circle of bullying. The young boy who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms and enduring punches and kicks suddenly looked up. Zou Ling only had time to see a pair of bright eyes, and then he was caught by the young boy. Pick it up and hug it to cover it, a small body blocks the big fists and feet.

After the dull beating and vitriolic abuse subsided, the little boy let go of him, and was stunned: "You are trembling like this, why are you more afraid than me? If you are afraid, don't be a hero. Next time you see him, remember to take a detour." "

Although Zou Ling knew that fate was malicious, he had never experienced the maliciousness from people around him. He had never seen anything like this in Xiaoyaozong. He was indeed afraid, and felt that he was naive, stupid, cowardly, and dared not fight back. He was really incompetent .A dozen or so violent teenagers couldn't stop them, so why would you want to rebel against fate?

Just as he was thinking so desperately, the little boy squatted beside him and patted him on the head: "Why are you still crying?"

He looked up at the little guy with a blue nose and a swollen face like a pig's head, and didn't know what to say, so he couldn't stop whimpering.

"You are cowardly, stupid and weak, and you still want to come here to see injustice. What a pity, pretty senior brother, I see that your parents only care about giving you good looks, but forgot to pass half of their brains to you."

The young man's voice was hoarse with a change in his voice, and his mean words were humorously relieved. He directly pinched a corner of Zou Ling's veil and wiped away his tears, like a serious little adult.

"Don't cry, brother, what's your name? I can cover you even when I'm weak today, and I can cover you even more when I'm strong in the future."

Zou Ling didn't understand why he didn't feel angry or sad at all after being beaten up. He didn't care at all: "It's just a bunch of jealous mobs who make people ugly. There's nothing to be angry about. It's because they are afraid of me that they want to take advantage of no one to shout. It’s only good for me to fight with other idiots. It’s not worth being sad. I’m not alone. what?"

Zou Lingdao is a lowly person with no name or surname, only a serial number called Xiao Liu, so he asked him his name.

The young boy looked at him with bright eyes, and after a while, he picked up a dead branch and wrote on the ground.As soon as he lowered his head, the nosebleeds came out due to the injury. He wiped it nonchalantly, and introduced himself confidently in the embarrassment: "Who told senior brother whether you are humble? You are really lame. You are fine, and I am too. Very good, if I do not change my name, I will not change my surname. Bai Guixu, who just entered the Tao last year, has been promoted to the inner disciple of the inner sect, and is bound to reach the top of the inner sect next year. By then, brother Xiaoliu, who will bully you? You just come to me—"

"I still cover you today."

The plot in the dream is as present as it is now, so clear and distinct, he seems to return to every node where he met Bai Yu, blurring all the boundaries suddenly.

Zou Ling slowly opened his eyes, and at the first sight he did see white feathers covering him. The reunion felt like a dream, so he whispered to him: "Actually, I have a name and a surname, but I dare not tell you..."

The night was too long, white feathers stroked his eyebrows, fingertips, and hair tips, looking at him like peach blossoms all over the mountains, like wind and waves entangled in shallow seas.Zou Ling hooked him and asked for Rumo, and he gave it. Zou Ling watched him talking in his sleep, and he agreed: "I know, you are Zou Ling, you are not leaving, my Taoist companion."

Zou Ling's eyes gradually cleared up, and he realized that the person in front of him was no longer the pig-headed boy who was bullied by everyone. His sanity returned instantly, and his lingering melancholy disappeared in an instant. hide.

Unexpectedly, with this struggle, both of them gasped, Bai Yu directly pinched him, sweating from his temples, Zou Ling also shuddered and turned his head to bite the familiar pillow cover, each felt that it was too deep and too tight, uncomfortable It's full of deadly comfort.

The desire is on the string, I have to send it out, the dream dissipates, the sadness goes away, the night is against the moonlight, and the night is messed up vividly.

Zou Ling couldn't bear it at first, a few drops of physical tears fell, and before the hearty end, he shed emotional tears in the embers of desire, feeling that he was really humble.He took the initiative to reconcile before Bai Yu, because he wanted to retain a little bit of dignity, first cut off the physical connection that lost the marrow and taste, and then cut off the broken affection, so that he could go to death calmly and calmly.But as soon as he came back, he lay on the same quilt with him again almost non-stop. Bai Yu didn't like him, so he entered the sea of ​​desire again only because he was driven by instinct and shamelessly entangled him.How he was born with such a body that can't bear hunger and thirst is really too unbearable and despicable.

While thinking wildly, Bai Yu put her hand on his shoulder, stroking the remaining scar, and said in a dangerous voice, "Who bit you?"

Zou Ling thought of bidding farewell to his mother Hongdu, tears rolled down more and more, and wanted to raise his hand to push him away, but he was too tired to lift his fingers, so he could only turn his face and close his eyes, and hissed: "Can you Go somewhere else, I want to sleep alone."

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, then brushed away the sweaty hair from the corners of his eyes: "Are you... sober? Buli, how do you feel now?"

As he said that, he eagerly picked up Zou Ling's legs and feet and put them on his waist, hoping that his legs could wrap around them as flexibly as in the middle of the night, but no, only Zou Ling's face turned red and pale in an instant.

He trembled and struggled: "Bai Yu, let go!"

Bai Yu couldn't let go, pinched out a red seal out of control, and just stared at him: "In the first half of the night, your legs were still able to pinch, why not now? Two months ago, you took the initiative to come and pester him. Me, how many words I said that I like me at night, but I forgot all about it after I fell asleep, and I became a hypocritical person with a smiling face that has nothing to do with myself, just like now. You know everything, but you just don’t tell me anything, Just yelling for me to let go—why? Zou Ling, are you planning on not telling me about the drastic changes in your body until you die, leaving a copy of the letter and leaving the book and just want to run away? "

Zou Ling couldn't push him at all, but when he heard his slapstick words, an ominous premonition enveloped his whole body, and his whole body turned cold: "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"You know." Bai Yu pressed his hands and covered him close at hand, just like when we first met, "I know too, how long do you want to keep it from me? The days when you left me without saying a word , I went to the Demon Clan and met Huai Jin’s half-brother, and from his mouth, I heard about your deeds for nine days and nine nights!”

The tense strings in Zou Ling's mind broke.

There is only one thought in my mind, how can I let him know how miserable I am?God, can't I just keep some good ones for him?

"I know that you have half of the demonic blood. You aroused the demonic blood for revenge for killing the demon king, but you have long been unable to suppress the demonic nature, you..."

Zou Ling's eyes were red, and he clenched his left hand desperately to summon the rattle, and shook it in a panic: "Gui Xu, forget all of this, forget it all, okay?"

The sound of the bell was rapid and sharp, Bai Yu stared blankly at the rattle in his hand, his eyes were distracted by the control of the requiem bell, leaving him indescribably helpless.

Zou Ling knew that Bai Yu was difficult to control, and he only had this chance. He suppressed the spirit core to the point of overdrawing, and the fingertips holding the requiem bell turned white: "Gui Xu, no matter what Xiao Qianqiu said to you, those are all lies. Don't trust him, forget his lies, trust me."

The ringing of the bell overlapped with the human voice, and he felt the demonic energy gradually cover his knees, and he continued to order: "Remember, Zou Ling is your former Taoist partner, a pure human race adopted by the Xiaoyao Sect, only because of a hundred years It was because of Huai Jin's erosion in the previous battle that his body was contaminated with demonic energy, it's definitely not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yu suddenly clasped his left hand while the bell was ringing, and his fingertips turned white: "So this is your second spirit weapon, you really refined a spirit weapon from the demon race. "

Zou Ling's hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and he looked blankly at Bai Yu who had recovered so quickly.

"You didn't kill the demon king with the retirement knife, you killed it with it, didn't you?" Bai Yu's voice became softer and softer, "In order to control others with the rattle, you catalyzed half of the succubus' charm to the extreme, yes ?"

Zou Ling didn't want to listen, he just wanted to escape, but Bai Yu covered him, and he couldn't earn a penny, so he could only listen to his trial.

"After killing the demon king, that half of the devil can no longer be suppressed, can it?"

Bai Yu remembered the scene when he went to pick him up. At that time, Zou Ling was sitting in the blood and fire, and he still had the strength to escape, but he just sat there quietly, like a painting of a quiet distant mountain, a picture of a quiet Waiting for the painting to be burned.

He let go of Zou Ling's hand, gently stroked Zou Ling's unconscious ankle, and stared at his bloodshot eyes: "It's the human Zou Ling who is trying to escape from me now, two months ago, one month ago, before In the middle of the night, it was Zou Ling who was temporarily turned into a succubus who was thinking of jumping on me begging me, right?"

"Half of the devil's blood is boiling non-stop, and it's covering both knees at this moment, wait until it boils here, here." Bai Yu's fingertips moved to Zou Ling's heart, his forehead and fingertips trembled uncontrollably, "Wait until the boiling comes to an end. Zou Ling will all disappear, right?"

Bai Yu didn't make another sound, Zou Ling waited for a long time but couldn't wait for the final judgment, so he opened his mouth: "Yes."

The long night ended gracefully, outside the cave, the sun rose in late spring, and the sunrise bathed the flowers.

"Then, there is a low-level succubus who only knows Suo Huan, who is good for anyone, a few people, and he can do whatever he wants, as long as he gives it to Zou Ling."

The sunrise can't reach the cave, only the cold winter is shrouded.

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