Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

"Hua's nonsense!" Chu Binghuan sternly shouted.

Hua Che didn't expect that Chu Binghuan's reaction would be so big, he didn't deliberately teased, but really felt that he was not very good.

Hua Che said with a spirit of comfort: "Doctors are used to life, old age, sickness and death, just get used to it."

Chu Binghuan snatched Hua Che's wrist and put his right hand on Hua Che's forehead.

"No wonder gibberish, you have a fever."

"Oh." Hua Che accepted very gladly, instead of taking the fever seriously, but rather urged, "Hurry up and get a pen and paper. I'm not physically weak and can't do it myself, so you can write for me!"

Chu Binghuan did not react: "What do you write?"

Hua Che said solemnly: "Write down your preferences and taboos, and give them to your future true goddess! Hurry up, hurry up, I'll forget them later."

Chu Binghuan: "..."

Don't care about him with a high fever and confused patient!

"Who is that arsonist?" Chu Binghuan, who didn't want to pester the real goddess, changed the subject, his voice was low and heavy, "Can you see it?"

"No. But..." Hua Che looked at the dark clouds and laughed mysteriously, "I can probably guess who it is."

Chu Binghuan did not ask any more questions. What matters right now is Hua Che's body. He reminded: "Relax."

Hua Che knew that Chu Binghuan wanted to explore the spirit, so naturally he would not resist.

The so-called spirit detection means that the caster enters the opponent's inner palace with his own soul, and can detect the opponent's soul, spiritual sense, and golden core. The caster can take this opportunity to cast evil spells on the opponent, or draw the opponent's soul, take away the golden core, or even take away the home.

Similarly, the caster himself also has risks. For example, if the surgeon resists, if the true essence is too strong, the caster will suffer backlash, and the opponent will not be able to seize the opponent's soul. Instead, the opponent will close the inner palace and consume his own soul. .

Being cautious, Chu Binghuan entered Huache's inner palace and circled around to make sure that he hadn't been under any secret curse before he was relieved.

When Chu Binghuan withdrew, he found that Hua Che had closed his eyes, his head was tilted to the side, his breathing was shallow, and he fell asleep.

Hua Che didn't sleep well, had a lot of dreams, intermittently, and couldn't even go online.

For a while, it was Hua Meier who was embroidering under the oil lamp. Her female celebrity was very good, and the embroidered green lotus was lifelike and pure and innocent; the embroidered plum blossomed proudly and constantly improved. While embroidering, she said to the child lying on her lap: "My mother likes lotus and plum blossoms the most. One is persevering, Ling Han is independent; the other comes out of silt but is not stained, elegant and holy, and is a gentleman among flowers."

"Che'er, your name is like a green lotus, pure and innocent, and not stained with dust. Your state of mind must be as broad and free as a clear sky, without dark clouds or rain, always gentle and sunny."

He lifted his chin to look at the collection of poems spread out on the table. He just learned how to read words, and he was very ostentatious. He said sternly: "Autumn rain, He Bi, and the mountains lean against the clear sky."

His mother caressed his head.

Her hands are as warm as sunlight.

For a while, it was Lu Mingfeng who lived above the treasure hall and was worshipped by thousands of immortals.

A thousand years of cultivation, solemn and solemn, respected, restrained and self-sufficient.

The monks all over the world admire him, and it is the blessing of the tenth generation to have the honor to worship him.

Hua Che used to think that this blessing could not be obtained by himself, and it would definitely be Chu Binghuan. How could he think that Lu Mingfeng would skip Chu Binghuan and choose him.

It is said that Mei Cailian was very angry, and even went to the Shangqing Immortal Gate to ask for an explanation.

Elder Qian Yang is also difficult to understand. After all, what qualifications Chu Binghuan is, everyone can see. Although Hua Che is not bad, why didn't he take it all at once? Isn’t there still too few outstanding apprentices? In the future, the immortal Dao will be able to martial arts, and the disciples will be the top three, and they will have the face too!

Of course, I can’t say this. Elder Qianyang thankfully got a good apprentice. I don’t know the beauty of the south, east, west, or northwest. I’m afraid that Lu Mingfeng will suddenly regret it!

And of course, Hua Che, who was lucky with shit, was flattered. His master was very good and treated him very well. Although he was serious on weekdays, he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He was never stingy as long as he was good to his apprentice.

Spiritual weapons, pill, immortal grass, various kinds of Ganoderma lucidum with great tonic and special tonic, and medicated bath for increasing cultivation, aroused the envy and envy of other disciples of the school.

His talent is excellent, even if he chooses kendo in order to cater to the Shangqing immortal gate, he is still invincible, and he is invincible among the civil and military teachers.

Few people in the martial arts know about his life experience. They only know that he was born in poverty, and he has suffered hardship and endured hardship. He would rather die than yield and persevere.

Every four years, there is a grand gathering in the world of immortality. It is called Wanmen Huiwu. At that time, disciples of the great immortals will gather in Shangqing immortal doors to meet friends and compete with each other. It can be regarded as a friendly exchange between the sects of immortals, and it is also an opportunity to try. Sendo rookies, select talents.

If you can achieve the top three in high school, not only will you be able to become famous in Kyushu overnight, but the teacher behind you will also be a brilliant and glorious ancestor Yaozong.

The change happened at that moment.

As long as the disciples who have been practicing for at least one year, and the cultivation age is under 30 years old, they can participate in the Wanmen Huiwu.

That year, Hua Che was overwhelmed by thorns and thorns, turned the tide, and won the first place with a sword in the fourteen states.

A young man who is only seventeen years old and has not yet reached the fragile crown is so beautiful for a while, no one is impressed by his bravery and heroic posture, and no one is overwhelmed by his beauty.

This young man was as enthusiastically as the rising sun above the nine heavens, no one could match his light, and he was destined to become a few residual stars, just as a foil.

After three consecutive ten thousand martial arts, the top position seems to have been doomed, as if it were taken for granted, every time Hua Che was taken in the bag, he satisfactorily defended the three-time champion, and the second place is undoubtedly Chu Bing. Huan's, the others are only worthy to grab the top three.

Envy, longing, admiration, and even a little jealous.

"He is too dazzling, and standing with him makes him look very small. Sometimes I really wish he could fall and fall heavily, never climb up again!"

This is what Lu Yao said, which Hua Che overheard a long, long time later.

After all, he was young, frivolous and ignorant, and he didn't know that he was too popular. He thought that he won honor for his master, won honor for his master, and won for himself. As a result... the brothers don't think so.

Finally, everyone pushed the wall down.

The too good Hua Che finally attracted the attention of his father.

At the time of another Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts, under the attention of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sects, I don’t know if the surname Yin was deliberate. He just showed up naked and recognized Huache in front of all the immortal monks. son.

Call out the name of Hua Che's mother, and tell the romantic past between him and Hua Meier when he was young.

The mystery of such a big life experience is exposed, where is the mind of the immortal sects?

Hua Che, Hua clear sky. His biological mother was a harlot worthy of a thousand people, and his biological father was a demon to blame for thousands of people!

Yin Wuhui, Hua Che's so-called relative father, the lord of the Fenqing Palace, the supreme emperor of the magic way! The number of dead souls who died under his hands is countless. To slaughter the city and destroy the village is commonplace for him!

This is the pride of Lu Mingfeng, a great disciple of the Qing Dynasty who is well-known in Kyushu!

Haha, my father is such a bloodthirsty demon, will his son be a good thing?

From the Shangqing immortal master who everyone praises to the demon who everyone crosses the street and shouts and beats, it is often only a moment.

The immortal monks hate Mo Xiu, their relatives, friends, and others died tragically under Mo Xiu's hands. They can't distinguish right from wrong, only knowing that the blood of the devil is flowing in Hua Che's bones! They all say that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and they all say that if there is a father, there must be a son. Who knows if Hua Che will cultivate the magic way in the future?

Who knows the purpose of Hua Che's worship of Shangqing Immortal Gate?

Who knows if Hua Che was lucky enough to be accepted by Lu Mingfeng, did he use any conspiracy?

Who knows if Hua Che will one day join Yin Wuhui inside and outside and slaughter the Shangqing immortal gates?

They don't want to gamble, nor dare to gamble.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

A lot of people spoke, the spit star of your words and my words drowned Hua Che alive, he couldn't breathe, and he didn't know why it became like this.

How innocent and wrong he is?

What devil, what biological father! He had never seen his father since he was born, and never heard any message about his father in Hua Meier's mouth. Compared to Yin Wugui, Hua Che felt that the drunk old bustard was closer!

I thought he would be put to death in public to fight against the arrogance of Demon Venerable. Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfeng, who had always hated Demon Xiu, would stand up and speak. What Hua Che did not expect was that this stern master would risk the world’s ill will and come forward. Guarantee him.

"The disciple of this seat, I know in my mind that he will never fall into the devil's way, let alone go with Yin Wuhui! Che'er can distinguish black and white, right and wrong, and this seat guarantees his life!"

The first person in Immortal Dao said so, even if others were taboo in their hearts, it would be hard for them to say anything.

And this sentence, Hua Che remembered all his life.

The dream is intermittent.

That was the back mountain of the Fenqing Temple, secluded but not cold, lying on the soft couch in the bamboo building, he was already the new emperor of the Demon Realm.

The group of ghosts paid homage, the demons bowed their heads.

He deliberately wore a half-cover and half-exposed, like a coquettish **** by a glamorous monarch. He almost gave up on himself and changed his method to seduce Chu Binghuan.

However, when the upright gentleman was unmoved and couldn't stand it, he scolded harshly, "I don't know how to be ashamed!"

Hearing these four words, Hua Che couldn't help laughing out loud. He grabbed Chu Binghuan by the collar and looked at him condescendingly: "What is shame? How many spiritual stones are worth? Jun Miao? Jun Yun, are you confused in cultivating Taoism? What kind of shame did you say to me, a murderous and reckless demon, are you naive?"

Hua Che leaned down and tried to kiss Chu Binghuan's lips, but Chu Binghuan turned his head to avoid him.

Hua Che paused, and a sneer sneered on her lips: "It's really catching up and not buying and selling, and the twisted melons are not sweet. Every day in the Fenqing Palace, people line up to crawl on my bed. Don't talk about it yet."

Chu Binghuan didn't know what sentence he was irritated by, he suddenly turned over, Hua Che only felt the sudden turn of the sky, and the positions of the two of them changed. He was pressed down by Chu Binghuan, and Chu Binghuan's unique aura came to his face, it was a taste that made Hua Che let go of all guards and willingly sink.

Elegant like bamboo in the snow, like flowers in the mist, with a touch of medicinal fragrance.

"Why is this?" he asked gritted his teeth.

Hua Che seemed much more relaxed and comfortable: "In the imperial palace of the mortal world, I have tried my best to climb the dragon bed in order to be prosperous and wealthy, not to mention that I am the master of the devil."

Chu Binghuan had a blade in his eyes: "You know I'm not asking this!"

Hua Che grabbed a smile, he naturally knew what Chu Binghuan meant.

A cold wind blew in from outside the window and extinguished the burning candles on the table. The room was dark, but Hua Che's eyes were very clear.

The moonlight is clear and bright, reflecting his fascinating and stunning face, and the beautiful phoenix eyes are rising and falling, and hostility accumulates. He sneered, as if suppressed for a long time, his voice fierce and outrageous: "The son of a prostitute, born with a low bone, after the devil, he is born with bloodthirsty! The blood of the demon lord is left in my body, and my body is dirty, and everyone deserves to be beaten. Doesn’t it mean that if I have a father, I must have a son? Doesn’t it mean that people who are not my race must have different hearts? Then I will show them as a demon! I want them to know that the deity cultivates the path of immortality, they are beyond the reach, the deity cultivates Magic way, they are still trampled under my feet!"

Hua Che suddenly laughed. When he condensed, it made people shudder. When he smiled, he showed a feminine and feminine attitude: "Facts have proved that this is the case. Even you, the sage of immortality, are imprisoned in the Temple of Burning Love. Who else can they count on? When the time is right, the deity will order the group of demons to invade the immortal way. The first to bear the brunt is the Shangqing Immortal Gate, then Fengming Valley, Yeyou Mansion, and finally your Yuntian Water Mirror, unifying the six realms of Kyushu and becoming the overlord of Qianqiu!"

"Is this what you really mean?" Chu Binghuan, who listened quietly, said indifferently, still holding him cold and frosty, "Hua Qingkong, do you really think so in your heart?"

"Otherwise?" Hua Che stretched out his arms and hooked Chu Binghuan's neck ambiguously, "I am also a man, and I also have the ambition to conquer the world."

There was a provocative expression in Hua Che's eyes, and he smiled wickedly: "If you don't want the blood of the Kyushu land to flow into the sea, otherwise you will kill me now? Walk for the sky."

He approached Chu Binghuan's ear and said half-truth and half-truth: "I am very happy to die in your hands."

Chu Binghuan pushed him away, shaking his sleeves and leaving.

The empty body gave Hua Che a sense of weightless emptiness. The smile on his face gradually faded: "Since you were captured by me, this is the first time you have said so much to me."

Chu Binghuan paused.

Hua Che turned over and lay on his side, looking at him eagerly, with a bitter and reluctant smile: "Ice, can you give me a hug?"

That was the last word he and Chu Binghuan said.

After Chu Binghuan left without looking back, he lay on the icy couch all night, feeling the pain of thousands of cuts all the time.

In fact, even if Chu Binghuan didn't do anything, he wouldn't be able to live long. At dawn the next day, the guardian came to report that the immortal army had already reached the foot of the mountain.

Dry wood lay in the fire, occasionally making a "cracking" sound.

Hua Che opened his eyes, no longer knowing what eve will be, only a sense of unconcealed grief surged into his heart.

The person who caught the eye was still that person, but he was younger.

"Woke up?"

"I'm a little cold."

Hua Che looked at me in a daze, and smiled sadly: "Bingcube, can you give me a hug?"

Chu Binghuan seemed stunned.

Also, his kind of introverted and self-sufficient person doesn't like contact with others, and he asks for a hug when he comes up, which is really shameless.

Hua Che was about to smile bitterly, and suddenly seeing Chu Binghuan leaning over, he took off his coat and wrapped it around him, and hugged Hua Che with his coat.

It was still the familiar fragrance of medicine, not bitter, but quiet.