In the heart of the Chu family's hinterland, under the ancestral home, in the infinite depths, Chu Wujun, who was meditating, opened his eyes.
The Fulu in his hand showed the source, "Little brother?" There was an uncontrollable surprise in his voice, and Chu Wuqing would take the initiative to send him a message.
You can open the talisman, and after listening to the sound transmission, countless complex emotions have been added to this surprise, "The little brother found an entourage, and he is still a mortal who has not practiced."
"It's just a mortal, I don't need to care at all," Chu Wujuan kept his eyebrows still, but there was a cold light in his eyes. "Although this is the case, when I think of someone who can stay with my little brother for three years, every moment I can see the little brother’s appearance, hear the little brother’s voice, I feel uncomfortable, maybe I can touch the little brother’s private things..."
Chu Wujun's fingers lightly pressed his heart, and the chill in his eyes became stronger, "I always have a premonition that something unexpected will happen to this person." Obviously, it's just a trivial stream that can't make any waves. .
Chu Wujun regained his power and stood up, and as he stood up, the Molian Terrace disappeared under him.
Ten steps away from Chu Wujun, amidst the heavy immortal lotus, there is a man lying with his ink hair scattered at will, covering most of his face, but the faintly exposed outline shows the handsome, slightly raised lips. , Such as immortal free and easy, such as demon arrogant.
He couldn't feel the slightest breath of a cultivator, but he didn't need any coercion. Just lying there was enough to make everything surrender.
In the past three days, this man had never awakened, and what pointed Chu Wujun was only the trace of divine consciousness that he had left before retreating.
But just this trace of spiritual consciousness is enough to kill the god transformation stage
This person is the contemporary ancestor of the Chu family, the only late Lianxu in the entire Anyang Middle Realm.
"Master, disciple leave for a while." Chu Wujun didn't hesitate, and without waiting for the man to answer, he immediately left the underground secret house with a teleportation formation.
From beginning to end, the man's expression did not change, and his figure remained motionless. It was not until Chu Wujun reached Chu Wuqing's residence that a phantom was separated from the man, and he smiled: "Something meaning. "
Chu Wujun swept over Gu Yu with his spiritual sense, and his vigilance grew stronger. When Gu Yu was about to get up to meet him, he said lightly: "No."
These words are extremely indifferent, even if they don't need to cultivate mana, they are still like the sound of thunder to mortals.
Seeing Gu Yu's face unchanged, he sat down unpredictably, how magnificent Shaozong was, like a snowy peak, never overlooking the ants at the foot of the mountain from beginning to end, "You only have one chance. Before tomorrow, you will enter the Qi refining period, and you can become a follower of the younger brother. If you can’t, there will be countless people to replace you, where you come from, where someone will send you back.” After a pause, there was finally a trace in the voice. Fan Chenqi said, "Chu Family, just treat it as a dream."
At this moment, Chu Wuqing has arrived outside Chu Huan’s cave, the home of the patriarchs of the past, the Triple Heaven Palace.
Just as Chu Wuqing's feet stepped on the Baiyuyun Bridge outside the palace gate, a gust of wind came from the palace, instantly wrapping him, ignoring the heavy restrictions, and dragging him to Chu Huan's side.
When he landed, the wind dissipated so fast that Chu Wuqing's steps were unsteady, and he almost plunged into Chu Huanzhi's arms. This was too unremarkable. He struggled to get up, but was caught by a powerful force. The arm was crossed at the waist.
"Daddy?" He raised his head in surprise and saw his embarrassed reflection in Chu Huanzhi's eyes.
Because of the strong wind, his originally neat bun became scattered, and a few strands of hair stuck to the corner of his forehead, and because of subsequent movements, even the tightly dressed outer robe was pulled a little, and his silver hair snaked into the inner shirt.
"Qingqing, don't move," Chu Huanzhi sighed, with unabashed love in his voice, as if there was a trace of sadness from his father who traveled thousands of miles away. "Let father hug you, just like when I was a child, you and me There is no need for so much etiquette between father and son."
Let daddy hug you.
A simple sentence fell in Chu Wuqing's heart, but it aroused his thousands of emotions. Past and present life alternated in front of him, and the picture of his father blew up in his mind. He only felt that the real Lord Slaughter Sword in front of him was so. Not really.
Let him no longer care about the etiquette in this world, just want to be like a child in the world and enjoy the joy of this moment of family.
The corners of the young man’s eyes were slightly wet, diminishing all his indifference and arrogance, as if a little beast begging for refuge, yet there was an unspeakable charm, as if thousands of spring waves were drunk. In his black and white eyes.
Just a glance can make people intoxicated, unable to pull out, and people can't help but imagine what kind of scenery it will be when a teenager really cries.
Chu Huanzhi's gaze slowly moved away from Chu Wuqing's face, and landed between the thin white and slender neck. Because of the movement of burying his head, all the strands of hair fell, and the collar was slightly widened, making the delicate and delicate convex between the throats. When exposed, this bulge rises and falls with the owner's breathing, as if he is inviting people to taste it.
Chu Huanzhi's arms on Chu Wuqing's waist became harder, and he could barely restrain his inner emotions. He wanted to hold his fingers on this slender and flexible waist and feel the vividness wrapped in the heavy vestments. The physical body must start with warm jade.
Those double slaughter swords, the hands of the true king of God transforming life and death in the world, but at this moment, when less than half an inch from the waist of the young man, they trembled like a mortal, seeming not to be caught by the mind. control.
But in the end, his slender fingers just fell on Chu Wuqing's belt, rubbing between the belts quietly. With his movements, the opening of the boy's collar was enlarged a little bit and gradually peeled off. The single clothes inside, through the single clothes, you can see the snow underneath, and the delicate collarbone that draws a kiss.
Chu Huanzhi's breathing was stagnant, and in those eyes that were shining like the sun and the moon, seeing through everything in the world, there was only a black hole that was so dark that it looked like a star that had fallen, and it was about to completely swallow the things in his eyes.
"Qingqing." Chu Huanzhi's voice was extremely indifferent, but these two words bit on the tip of his tongue, but they seemed to be heavy, holding all of his emotions.
Chu Wuqing didn't agree, but just like when he was a child, he rubbed his forehead and cheeks on the broad and solid chest of the young man. Chu Huanzhi's immortal clothes were covered with wrinkles, which caused a kind of unbearable friction and itching. Into the bottom of my heart.
It seems that the layer of fairy clothes that can stop Lianxu's full blow is also transformed by the boy's heart like an ice, and can really feel the delicate skin on the cheek...
"Qingqing, don't be so coquettish, raise your head." Chu Huanzhi's cold voice was stained with warmth, and he smiled slightly: "For my father this time he went out to get the magic weapon mentioned last time. Bottle of thousand-year-old cold chalcedony."
It was Chu Huanzhi's saying that he had to hug him like he was a child to touch his emotions. He couldn't help his mind moving along with his emotions and made a coquettish act to satisfy Chu Huanzhi's love of licking the calf.
Chu Huanzhi didn't appreciate it, and instead said that he shouldn't be like this. Chu Wuqing had always been arrogant, especially in front of Chu Huanzhi, and he would not hide any emotions.
Because he knows that this man will only spoil him, love him, and pamper him lawlessly. It is a tree, a mountain, his world, shelters him from wind and rain, and offers him everything.
Father is selfless.
This feeling of being proud and indulging in front of Chu Huanzhi couldn't be changed even if he lived a lifetime, because everything was already in his blood.
"Father!" Chu Wuqing raised his head as Chu Huan said, but gave his father a dissatisfied look.
The dampness in the corner of his eyes has not yet completely dissipated. The cold, arrogant and majestic in the past has been filtered by the moisture and turned into a shining light, vivid and fragrant.
The Adam's apple between Chu Huanzhi's neck moved, and the virtual fingers on Chu Wuqing's belt suddenly turned to hold, and with a light wave of the other hand, Tang Lingquan appeared in the hall in an instant.
One of Chu Huan poured the chalcedony into the spring water, while slowly saying, "Drip this chalcedony into the spiritual liquid, assisted by the method of empowerment, and you can improve your cultivation to the tenth level of refining qi, and not There will be any other hidden dangers. This opportunity is too dangerous. The geniuses from all sides are gathered together, and there are many foundation-building masters. Even with all the guarantees, your cultivation base at the eighth level of Qi Refining is still too weak, I still can't rest assured."
After the words, the chalcedony has been fully integrated into the spiritual spring, and in an instant, white mists have evaporated on the spring water.
The white mist rushed toward his face, and Chu Wuqing was shocked by the mere mist, and the spiritual power in his dantian started to run on its own, although the speed was extremely slow.
In the next moment, Chu Wuqing was embraced by Chu Huanzhi into the spiritual spring.
The spring water instantly flooded the top of his head, and countless spiritual pressures pressed toward him from all directions, and his breath was almost cut off in a panic.
"Close your eyes and meditate." Chu Huanzhi suddenly heard from the top of his head, majestic and cold, and immediately stabilized Chu Wuqing's mind.
Chu Wuqing hurriedly closed his eyes and meditated. Then he felt Chu Huanzhi's fingers fall on the top of his head. A strange force spread from between Chu Huan's fingers and flowed to his body, easily rushing away the spiritual power. All were combed and led into his Dantian.
The boy's clothes were thoroughly drenched by the spring water, and they clung to his body tightly to outline the shape of his waist. The plain white shirt exposed during the struggle was also translucent by the spring water, revealing the skin beneath it.
The cold spring water kept beating on the boy's body, causing the soft two parts of his chest to gradually harden, and the clothes tightly clinging to his chest bulged slightly, and the blush was looming.
Chu Huanzhi's voice is even more dignified and cold, and if it comes from the Nine Heavens, without revealing a trace of emotion, "Next, being a father will broaden the meridians for you. This process will be very painful."
Following Chu Huanzhi’s words, Quannei’s spiritual pressure suddenly increased dozens of times, and the breath of ice cold crazily poured into Chu Wuqing’s body, almost bursting with the flesh and blood of his meridians, and the pain made his jade-white skin appear. Out of bursts of thin red.
Chu Huan’s fingers were on Chu Wuqing’s body and counted from head to toe. Yuan Li followed the trend, and instantly turned into countless light spots in Chu Wuqing’s body, wrapping his meridians from outside without any harm. .
But under the double pressure, the pain was even worse, as if the whole body was shattered and then forged again. There were fine sweat stains on Chu Wuqing's forehead, but he clenched his teeth tightly and never let out a cry of pain.
The steaming mist hung over his eyelashes like teardrops.
The darkness in Chu Huanzhi’s eyes was diminished by pampering, and he could hardly restrain the urge to hold Chu Wuqing in his arms, to lick the tears from the young boy’s eyelashes, and relieved, but the casting cannot be interrupted. The road is difficult and dangerous, and the road is hard to find. This pain is nothing compared to it.
The young eagle must finally let go on the cliff before it can fly high.
With his support, Chu Wuqing would only go straight up Teng Yun.Even if the process is treacherous, there will never be a life threatening.
"Qingqing, call out if it hurts." Chu Huanzhi's voice suddenly softened, with boundless warmth, his slender fingers touched the boy's round and small earlobes and snow-colored neck, and bursts of warmth flowed from his palm. It spread, and went to the lower dantian, "Don't be afraid, don't be ashamed in front of Daddy."
The boy's cold body suddenly came into contact with such soft warmth, trembling slightly, and his chest continued to rise and fall, but his lips were pressed tighter without revealing a trace of pain.
Chu Huanzhi lowered his voice, and his strong magnetism revealed unspeakable temptation; "Daddy wants to hear it, ask Daddy to listen."
The words of the true monarch, the words speak with the law, this voice with a trace of the rules of heaven passed into Chu Wuqing's ears, and fell into the sea of knowledge of Chu Wuqing. He opened his eyes like bewitched, and his eyes were misty and squiggly. Shengbo.
"Daddy, it hurts."
The author has something to say: Cousin: I will publish an offensive guidebook that must sell well in the Six Realms, and each one is priced at least 50 lower-grade spirit stones.
It’s been a long time since I drove this kind of baby toy car..._(:з∠)_, Dafa above the neck is good, and I’m stuck in writing. I should go to the small world in the next chapter.