He and It

The pain was the last and belated feeling. He lowered his head and saw Yan Huan's palm passing through the Dantian of his lower abdomen. The surging blood had completely wetted the light clothes.

"Just sleep here, okay, Fuguang?" Dragon God whispered softly, "You really have something I need."

His five fingers clenched tightly, passing through the obstacles of flesh and blood, and accurately grasped the Yuanshen Dao Heart, which was stored in the Dantian, shining like a true sun, with a clear brilliance, and then yanked it out neatly!

Everything happened so fast. The young monk's body rolled down like a puppet with its strings cut off. It immediately merged with the billowing dust and disappeared.

Standing on the top of the cliff of Zhongshan Mountain, Dragon God Yan Huan pinched a bloody Taoist heart. The red line on the little finger of his right hand suddenly appeared, flickering violently like a dying creature.

He lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the red line that was getting weaker and dimmer as it flashed. He gave it a gentle shake without haste and shattered it into several rotten pieces, which also fell out of sight. Gone into the void at the end.

"What is the most good and the most evil?" Yan Huan chuckled, "From this moment on, I am both the most good and the most evil. No one can restrain me or compete with me. I am... Complete and complete oneness.”

Liu Fuguang looked at him and saw that he swallowed the Yuan Shen Tao Heart without hesitation, and his body, which was in the form of a ghost from beginning to end, suddenly felt dizzy, as if he was being pulled downwards by a huge force.

It was like going back in time, and he suddenly changed from a theater spectator to a person in the theater. Sitting on the bed in the Dragon Palace, Liu Fuguang went back to the night when Yan Huan returned from serious injury for the first time, the night when they were intimately united.

He lowered his head in a daze and saw Yan Huan lying on his lap, trembling all over, breathing extremely bitterly, pouring out hatred and curses.

Dragon God murmured: "...I hate you too, do you know? Among all people, I hate you the most...I hate you, I hate you!"

Keeping stroking his long hair, Liu Fuguang didn't speak for a long time.

"I know," after a long time, he stared into Yan Huan's nine violently trembling eyes and said softly, "It doesn't matter, I don't hate you."

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In the spring of Chenghui's one hundred and seventy-sixth year, Yan Huan sat in front of a luxurious and dazzling golden mirror, looking at himself in the mirror with serious eyes.

he has married.

To be precise, he was "getting married" because those nosy immortals arranged a supposedly perfect marriage for him.

Chapter 182 Ask Here (10)

The descendant of the king of Dongmo Kingdom is young, but his cultivation is already good. He is kind and talented, and he also has a good reputation. Everyone who has met him has nothing but praise for him and nothing bad to say about him.

After getting such a seemingly perfect marriage partner, Yan Huan just wanted to sneer.

Is it a charity, a sacrifice to win over someone, or a perfect display of contrast to show the world the compassion of the immortal?

...Forget it, the reason is not important, anyway, idle time is idle. Since the real immortal wants to play games, of course he can accompany him.

Is there anything truly shiny and white? Yan Huan understands most clearly that the brighter and brighter it appears on the surface, the more filthy and filthy it is behind the scenes. The "Great Way" preached and admired by saints is nothing more than a means of enlightenment to suppress one's nature. There is no pure land in this world. Just as he stood in the clouds, he could smell the evil and unbearableness of the entire human world.

This so-called "perfect marriage partner" must be this kind of thing.

Looking at the mirror, Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed.

No, if you think about it this way, if the little prince were a perfect man who was truly inexperienced in the world, it would be a lot of fun. It must be more interesting to play with.

He stood up, and the dark cassock was like a heavy and closed coffin, airtightly wrapping his whole body, tightly covering the swaying tentacles, poisonous malice, and wandering nine eyes all over his body. A dark place where the light of day cannot be seen.

Let's go see him. Yan Huan made up his mind and walked slowly outside.

Stepping onto the dark steps, he looked forward. In the dark palace, Yan Huan saw his future Taoist companion for the first time.

——The light that supports the sun, the light that supports the sun, the other party lives up to this name, like a sun falling in the eyes, his beauty even burns his own sight.

Just as he was looking at Liu Fuguang, the other person was also looking at him blankly. After coming back to his senses, Yan Huan suddenly thought of the skin he used to disguise himself, and his momentary amazement turned into bored contempt.

He was born blind and had a terrifying appearance. While he was showing off to the outside world in disguise, he also deeply hated those who showed favor to him just by looking at him. Needless to say, his mentality was distorted. At this moment, when Liu Fuguang came, he just stepped on his taboo. In his eyes, this so-called perfect saint was instantly no different from an ordinary boring layman.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Yan Huan rolled his eyes, revealing a lot of impermanent and dark malice.

"How should I call you? Just call me Yan Huan. Isn't it a bit too rude?" Liu Fuguang also looked back at him, his lips slightly raised, revealing a dazzling and beautiful smile.

The humanoid Yan Huan's lips were slightly opened, and he was about to answer——

Time and space suddenly solidified, like amber wrapped in pine resin, and the world was so quiet that there was no wind.

——A heavy sound gradually came from the door of the palace, as if some huge creature was squeezing into the inner hall impatiently, squeezing into the room that was large enough to accommodate dozens of people entering and exiting at the same time, but it was unable to let it in. Peering into the doorframe of a head.

"F-Fight the light..." He uttered a chaotic, sticky murmur. The extremely terrifying sound was like a huge amount of slippery flesh snakes, rolling down from the tip of the dragon's tongue, twisting and flowing to the ground. "Follow the light, help the light..."

He just whispered like this, wandering back and forth outside the Dragon Palace. The door of the dream palace was like some kind of impenetrable barrier, resolutely keeping Him out. Sometimes He leaned down and peered inside with his nine clustered eyes. Sometimes He stretched out his shapeless dragon claws childishly and used the tips of his nails to pry open the door in vain.

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