He and It

"You have worked hard along the way," Liu Fuguang said with a smile, "see you again when we are destined."

Meng Xiaotang burst into tears. She sniffed and really wanted to cry: "Can we see you again?"

"Yes," Liu Fuguang touched her head sympathetically, "I can definitely do it."

Bai Xue Sword Immortal is still young. She has only heard of Liu Fuguang's name in fragmentary rumors. She just met the real person today. She looked at him with a complicated expression for a while and whispered: "If his Dantian is intact, he will indeed be beautiful everywhere." Perfect man, it’s a pity…”

"Everyone has his own destiny," Zhen Ying Zhenxian sighed. "The combination of the most evil and the most good may sound perfect, but in fact it is too extreme. Just like the combination of water and fire, it is destined not to end well."

He wanted to say something else, but the towering Dragon Palace behind Liu Fuguang suddenly opened a ferocious and huge eyeball, staring at him with murderous intent!

The two true immortals stepped back in unison, their heartbeats beating faster than a drum. They knew that all their discussions had fallen into the Dragon God's ears, and made him greatly unhappy.

"You should watch closely..." Zhenxian Chiying silently wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered in a low voice.

Liu Fuguang and the four people over there were unaware and didn't know what was happening here.

Sun Yinian bowed sincerely and said, "The peach blossoms will bloom in the coming year. I just hope that the young master will not forget our agreement."

"No," Liu Fuguang said softly, "I promise you, I will definitely do it."

Xue Li also said: "The golden apricots in Jiuchong Palace have not bloomed for nine thousand years. It would be best if you could come and see them once."

"Okay," Liu Fuguang nodded, "Longquan Sword Immortal... I also knew him in the past. I'm looking forward to seeing the apricot trees he once planted."

When the two big ones pulled the four small ones, a cloud of light flew away, and Liu Fuguang stood on the steps, squinting his eyes and looking quietly for a long time in the bloody and fire-filled sky.

Like an entity transformed from shadow, Yan Huan quietly appeared behind him. Just now, he greedily watched Liu Fuguang smiling softly and whispering to those insects until his eyes almost started to bleed. Now that everyone is gone, they don't dare to call him. Yan Huan is really afraid of this fragile and frail entity in front of him. It's an illusion. As soon as I speak out, the illusion disappears.

After a while, the wind also started to blow. Yan Huan immediately controlled the weather to keep the temperature at a warm and pleasant level. The cool wind would not blow up a strand of Liu Fuguang's hair on his temples, let alone make him cold. Only then did he feel relieved. a little.

It was just that he stood for a long time, and Liu Fuguang's physical strength couldn't bear it. Yan Huan hesitated again and again, and after thinking for a long time, Fang lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Fuguang, it's cold outside, be careful with yourself, you will be tired..."

Liu Fuguang seemed to be awakened by these words, and his eyelids trembled slightly. He frowned and said nothing, turned around and lowered his head. The moment he passed by Yan Huan, he subconsciously shrank one sleeve and walked past without touching the Dragon God at all.

Of course Yan Huan noticed this inconspicuous action, but the sad feeling was overshadowed by the continued strong happiness in the blink of an eye. He followed Liu Fuguang. Because he knew the power of his sight, he did not dare to look around at his body. He just stared at the plain white clothes trailing on the ground wholeheartedly.

Just looking at a small piece of simple clothing made him so happy that he wanted to bend down and rub his face against it.

If the steps are too long and walking will make you tired, then shorten the length of the steps; if the palace is too far away, then just move it directly in front of you... Following his thoughts, the Dragon Palace will twist like a weird thing. The building block work changes the layout instantly.

"Please...please sleep here, okay?" Yan Huan got ahead of him and showed the inner room to Liu Fuguang eagerly. At the same time, he carefully looked at his expression, lest he didn't like or be dissatisfied at all. "I built this temporarily, and it may not be as good as before..."

But my brain, why are you talking about the past again! He hurriedly and bitterly tore a bite on his tongue, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and smiled nonchalantly: "If something doesn't suit your liking, I'll change it again!"

When Liu Fuguang was rarely picky, there was really no need for him to be picky about Dragon God's resources. Yan Huan always remembered that he did not like overly extravagant and gorgeous decorations, so he decorated the palace given to him to live in a simple and warm style, but...

He looked around the spacious palace. The floor paved under his feet was made of Qin Yu, an inch-long bamboo that has grown for thousands of years. It was warm and moist, and the green lines were pleasing to the eye. The warmth in the palace was as vigorous as spring, coming from the living water drawn from the earth-fire hot springs; The bed was piled with fine velvet woven carpets, like a huge and comfortable bird's nest. Not to mention the exquisite golden bird screen, the cascading and hanging phantom silk thread, including the basic necessities of life, food, housing, transportation, and rare things in different categories. There are also two gurgling spiritual vein hearts hanging on the wall as decoration. This thick and clear spiritual vein heart is enough to nourish all the monks in Jiuchong Palace and Liangyi Cave.

All the low-key luxury in the world is contained in one palace. Lest he bump into it, Yan Huan polished all the edges and corners in the hall to be round and smooth, and wrapped them with soft cotton wood. The miscellaneous books from the market that Liu Fuguang liked in the past were piled up in the sutra tower that towered into the sky next to it. Hobby also displays towers with hundreds of floors.

Yan Huan devoted all his heart as a god. If he could, he would rather Liu Fuguang placed a nest directly on the apex of his heart. In this way, he would no longer feel burning with thirst and painful guilt. of suffering.

"That's enough," Liu Fuguang whispered after a moment of silence, "there's no need to raise more troops."

This is almost a certainty! The expression of joy almost lost control on Yan Huan's false skin. He swallowed hard the lump in his throat, the dragon's instinct was surging fiercely in his body - since he had built a nest for the lover in his heart, then He should also lie in and fill this place with his long body until it is soaked with his breath and blended with Liu Fuguang's, becoming inseparable from now on.

But, he can't.

So far, there are still many things that Yan Huan doesn't know. He didn't know what kind of life Liu Fuguang had lived during these six thousand years, or how he woke up and found himself. He did not dare to stick his nose directly in front of Liu Fuguang and sniff out the answers to these questions recklessly. He could only carefully extend his tentacles and poke around the edges to find key clues.

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