The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment: "You say it again."

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and said nothing, but his face was calm, and the hands around his slender waist tightened.

Shen Liuxiang pouted, then reached out to the storage bag, and took it from Zhou Xuanlan's waist, "I'll take a pill."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned: "For Ye Bingran?"

"You were injured," Shen Liuxiang weighed the ink-colored storage bag.

Zhou Xuanlan pursed the corners of his mouth coldly, with a look of reluctance on his face, not to mention hurting people, the people he killed were piled up like a mountain.

Shen Liuxiang: "Which is the best medicine pill?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Red Flame Box."

Shen Liuxiang took out the red and flaming pill box, touched the box with his hand, and threw it away without hesitation, and turned to pick up the box that was filled with ice.

Zhou Xuanlan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't believe me."

Shen Liuxiang glanced at him, opened the ice box, and sniffed the crystal clear elixir inside.

These two boxes of elixir are rare things in the world, but one elixir belongs to fire and the other belongs to ice. Most of Ye Bingran's exercises are ice-based. Zhou Xuanlan asked him to take the red flame box, and his thoughts were self-evident. .

Shen Liuxiang looked at Ye Bingran, his right leg was injured, and it was inappropriate to limp over to deliver the medicine pill. He condensed the surrounding spiritual energy and turned it into a small sword. go.

"How's your injury, take this medicine pill to heal your injury."

The spirit sword flew from the sky, and Ye Bingran's eyes couldn't help falling on it. Although it was made of aura blinking, it was lifelike. The word "shen" was specially engraved on the hilt, which was small and exquisite.

He looked at Lingjian and said, "No, I'm fine."

As soon as these words fell, the little spirit sword in front of him shook the pill box, and fell down as if overwhelmed.

Ye Bingran caught it subconsciously, and Xiaojian instantly turned into aura in the palm of his hand, leaving a cool touch before dissipating.

He shook it and caught nothing, instead a pill box fell into his hand.

"Thank you, don't worry,"

Shen Liu made a loud voice, and while Ye Bingran looked up, he reached out and stroked the handsome face of the person beside him, then squeezed, "Look, I'm fine."

Ye Bingran held the pill box: "..."

There was a sudden pain in his cheeks, and after realizing what happened, Zhou Xuanlan took a breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, his face still unable to hide his anger.

He held his fair wrist: "Don't go too far."

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows.

Ye Bingran retracted his gaze and stared at the pill box in his hand.

He didn't want this medicine pill, he just wanted the little spirit sword, but unfortunately, just like the little snowman, it dissipated in his hands and couldn't catch anything.

Ye Bingran sighed slightly, put the pill box on the ground, nodded slightly towards Shen Liuxiang, and disappeared in place.

Shen Liuxiang didn't stop anyone, so he had to congeal the spirit sword again and return with the pill box.

He put the box into the storage bag, and was about to withdraw his hand when he accidentally touched something and rubbed his fingers lightly—it was a sound transmission.

With Zhou Xuanlan's current status as a demon emperor, even if he was hostile to him, the imperial palace and others would not reject his sound transmission.

Shen Liuxiang took out a few syllables, Zhou Xuanlan glanced at them, and the talismans instantly turned into blue smoke.

Shen Liu said: "?!"

Zhou Xuanlan took the storage bag back and tied it around his waist. Under the annoyed gaze of the young man in red, he slapped the person and picked him up: "Be honest, I said that I would not hand the Ni scale to the imperial palace."

Shen Liuxiang raised the Ni scale: "If you are worried, I will put the Ni scale with you first, and give it to me when I come back."

Zhou Xuanlan looked down at him and said in a low voice, "Do you think I would believe that you will come back when you go to the imperial palace?"

Shen Liuxiang: "Why don't you believe it."

A meaningful expression appeared on Zhou Xuanlan's face: "Because it's up to you, I guess, Di Xingchen will let you go back and forth."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Shen Liuxiang didn't know why he said that, but he was inexplicably horrified, "Well, what did he do to kill me, he would never do this!"

Zhou Xuanlan sneered and didn't explain. She hugged someone and planned to leave. Shen Liuxiang hurriedly said, "My storage bag."

Shen Liuxiang took back his storage bag, shook the ashes, and untied the tether. Most of the things in it were still good, except for jade slips and other items that had not been used for too long and had become ineffective.

Shen Liuxiang put the storage bag on his waist again, and patted it lightly, thinking of Zhou Xuanlan, his pupils turned slightly.

Since Zhou Xuanlan didn't let him get it, most of the sound transmission could contact the imperial palace, so he had to find a way to get it out.

Shen Liuxiang thought about it in his heart, and when he looked up, he found that he had returned to the Xuan Yao Palace, and was stunned for a while: "Didn't you want to find someone, did you find it?"

Zhou Xuanlan said, "One step too late."

When he arrived, he only saw an empty ice coffin and a few familiar grimace masks.

Gu Tie was right.

He had seen something similar to an ice coffin with a woman lying in it. She had long since lost her three souls and seven souls. Gu Tie treasured her very much.

Shen Liusheng nodded, and then was placed on the soft couch.

Zhou Xuanlan put his hand on his injured right leg and tore off the clothes, revealing his fair calf instantly. Near the knee, there were bloodstains under Wu Qing's skin.

Zhou Xuanlan pressed down on the wound, heard a painful moan, looked up and saw Shen Liuxiang's forehead oozing with cold sweat, the phoenix eyes were filled with a light mist, and said weakly, "Take it easy, take it easy."

Zhou Xuanlan's heart was inexplicably moved, and he didn't know why, but his heart beat faster.

He planned to let Shen Liuxiang wipe the medicine by himself and open the medicine bottle, but he involuntarily put the ointment on his hand and wiped the eye-catching wound.

When the ointment was first applied, Shen Liu screamed in pain, only to feel that the bones were crushed, and the whole person couldn't help retreating into the bed.

Zhou Xuanlan raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out to hold the slender ankle that was one step slower, and pulled the person back mercilessly.

While Shen Liuxiang struggled, the medicine was ready.

Zhou Xuanlan looked away from the wound that had been stagnant for a long time, and landed on the bare white ankle that was caught, still trembling in his hand, and released his hand, and a few red marks on his fingers clearly landed on it.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes dimmed, and his heart became hot, and he felt that the traces seemed familiar, revealing an indescribable hook.

He wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, got up and left.

Seeing this, Shen Liuxiang hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Xuanlan's voice was slightly deep: "What's the matter?"

After applying the medicine, the wound on his leg felt cold, and the pain was gone. Shen Liuxiang regained some energy and blinked his phoenix eyes: "You suddenly changed your mind not to go against the scales, do you remember something?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "No."

Shen Liuxiang showed a disappointed expression, but soon the corners of his mouth curved up: "Why don't I tell you about the past."

Zhou Xuanlan's expression was slightly cold: "Why should I listen to the past of you and your apprentice."

Shen Liuxiang: "Maybe you can remember,"

Zhou Xuanlan's thin lips parted, under the completely blank memory, he wanted to deny it, but his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang, his eyelashes lowered, and he was silent for a moment.

"say what?"

Shen Liu cleared his throat: "No matter what I ask of you, you will give it."

Zhou Xuanlan heard the overtones, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put a handsome face in front of him, "Isn't that disciple, should I give you the sound transmission?"

Shen Liusheng nodded like pounding garlic: "Yes, yes."

Zhou Xuanlan hooked her lips: "No, I'm not your disciple."

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

When Zhou Xuanlan left, Shen Liuxiang had to lie down on the couch to recover from his injuries. When he woke up, he didn't know when the night fell. He moved his legs. The ointment worked very well, and it was almost good.

After dinner, Shen Liuxiang rushed to Zhou Xuanlan's study. There was no light in it, so he probably went back to the bedroom.

"It's so early today," he muttered, thinking about how to get Zhou Xuanlan's storage bag in his hand, as he walked towards the bedroom.

Zhou Xuanlan was restless tonight and went back to bed early.

Lying on the couch, the various scenes in my mind were intertwined. For a while, it was Ye Bingran's name on the Sansheng Stone, and then Ye Bingran was holding Shen Liuxiang. Then he took Shen Liuxiang back in anger, and then...

A snow-white ankle with red marks trembled in his hand...

He should have seen it, in an unfamiliar cave.

The young man lying on the black robe had snow-white skin all over his body, and his soft black hair was scattered on the couch. His hands were hooked around his neck.

Sounds great.

This is his master - Shen Liuxiang.

He has thought about it for many years, and carefully protects the person in his heart.

finally become his.

Zhou Xuanlan had never been so satisfied. He pressed the person under him and demanded it from side to side until the young man released the hand around his neck and pressed it against his chest, shaking his head and rejecting it, tremblingly saying no.

He was also reluctant to let go.

When Shizun couldn't take it anymore, he would still struggle to escape, and the red marks on his ankles were left at that time.

Falling into the black eyes, Zhou Xuanlan's whole body was hot, unprecedentedly hot. Only by venting on the young man could he get a little calm.

In the end, the young man's slender fingers grasped the bottom of the black robe, and the fingertips were so hard that they turned white, and the sound of overflowing red lips was unbearable, and even faintly stained with crying.

…is alluring.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes, woke up and sat up.

The room was dimly lit and silent. After a long while, if he felt something, he turned his head and looked at the young man who was squatting beside the bed and just got the storage bag, his expression was slightly stiff.

Seeing the situation was not good, Shen Liuxiang took the storage bag and ran away, flipping the notes as he ran.

I ran to the door and found that the door couldn't be opened.

Shen Liuxiang's body was slightly stiff, and he sensed the oppression that was so close behind him. Before turning his head, he was pushed against the door.

"Where to go."

His waist tightened, and a low voice was attached to his ear.

Shen Liuxiang coughed dryly: "Okay, the big deal is to transmit the sound..."

Before he finished speaking, his face changed. In the dim light, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, his expression showed a bit of panic, and his face immediately turned red.

Shen Liuxiang couldn't help but moved forward, but his body was forced to stick to the door, and it was useless to move forward.

This move, on the contrary, touched the person behind him, and tightened his arms around him, his low voice was a little hoarse, and he warned: "Don't move—"

Shen Liuxiang trembled between his legs, and his scalp was numb: "Don't move, I won't move."

The hot breath sprayed behind his ears again: "...shut up."

Shen Liu pursed his lips, and his long eyelashes trembled in the dark night. The room was dead silent, only the sound of Zhou Xuanlan's heavy breathing. Time passed little by little. After an unknown amount of time, Shen Liuxiang's slender legs were almost unconscious before he was released.

The door opened, Shen Liuxing threw the storage bag back and ran away.

Zhou Xuanlan stared at the hurriedly fleeing back, her eyes were dark and unclear, she picked up the storage bag for a while, her face suddenly sank.

At this time, it was still dark, and there was still a blush sound in the ears. He found a remote place, took out a crumpled sound transmission from his arms, shrugged the tip of his nose, and sighed inwardly.

He quickly activated the spiritual talisman, and in an instant, the sound transmission turned into a mysterious light and disappeared.

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief when a cold voice came from behind: "Who do you ask to pick you up."

Shen Liu said: "?!"