There is a secluded path at the back foot of Jiaoshan, covered by overlapping vines. From this path is Qingtan Palace, which was used for rest during the Nangong family worshiping their ancestors. The palace is not big, but the corridor changes its scenery and changes. A kind of dragon blood flower that emits fluorescent in the night grows in the garden. At this time, the flowering period has passed, and only a few scattered clusters are still blooming. From a distance, it looks like stars falling, embellishing the night sky.

Shi Mei walked to the depths of the flowers, where there was a hot spring. He took off his robe, stepped on the shore with his jade-like toes, and looked down at himself in the pool.

The water in the hot spring pool was very hot, but his eyes were very cold.

He stretched out his hand and slowly stroked his heart-

There was a large area where there was a festering due to the backlash of the forbidden technique, but now he no longer needs to worry. Everything is going as planned and everything will be fine.

He stepped into the spring water, and the hot spring in Jiaoshan was mixed with the breath of the demon dragon, and it was very comfortable to soak. Shi Mei leaned against the edge of the pond and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from a distance. Shi Mei had not opened his eyes, but said lightly: "Who is it?"

Nangong Liu came out of the bushes, and there was a dragon blood flower on his hair.

When he saw Shi Mei, he smiled happily: "My best friend is taking a shower? Is there a place I can help with?"

The master said, "No."

Nangong Liu scratched his head: "Then, then I won't stand here anymore, I'll leave first. Otherwise, you'll be naked and I'll wear clothes, you'll lose money."

In the storm of water, Shi Mei smiled, and his face became more and more transparent under the nourishment of the spring water, just like the thin ice in early winter in the south of the Yangtze River. It was both crystal clear and fragile and bone-chesting.

He relaxed his peach blossom eyes and looked at Nangong Liu with a smile: "Why am I losing money?"

Nangong Liu was very straightforward: "Because you look good."

"Oh...you are a child in every family, do you know how beautiful and ugly you are?"

Nangong Liu was a little angry: "I am already five years old, not a child."

Shi Mei seemed to be interested, and his smile became deeper: "Okay, then my brother is wrong. Come on, brother, ask you. Which one do you prefer, I and I??"

"Of course I am my close friend brother." Nangong Liu said without hesitation, "Who is Taxianjun? I don't recognize him."

"Then let's change the word." Shi Mei said, "My Mo Ran and I... do you remember? He greeted you."

Nangong Liu held his fingers, thought about it carefully for a while, and nodded.

"Who do you like more about me and him? Don't choose because you are not familiar with you. I actually want to ask about the beauty and ugliness in your eyes."

This time, Nangong Liu did not answer immediately. He tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "I still like my close friend and brother."

Shi Mei seemed to be pleased: "Oh? Tell me, what's wrong with him?"

“…I can’t say it.”

"Then why do you like me more?"

Nangong Liu seemed a little aggrieved: "I don't know either... I think it's good-looking."

Shi Mei was quiet for a while, and suddenly walked out of the depths of the hot spring, and went to a slightly shallow place, lying on the edge of the pool with her hands crossed, revealing her gentle back, and smiling: "Come here." He said, and waved his wet hands towards Nangong Liu. When Nangong Liu approached, Shi Mei stood up from the depths of the hot spring.

"Oh--"

Shi Mei said with a hilarious look: "What are you called? You are all men, so what's so shy?"

Nangong Liu wiped his eyes randomly and muttered: "It's not that you are shy. You have put the water into my eyes."

Shi Mei didn't care about his eyes or not. He pulled Nangong Liu's wrist and forced the other party to look directly at him. So the hideous scar on his chest completely appeared under Nangong Liu's nose.

"Look at this place. Are you afraid?"

The scar was so villified that it was flowing out with pus. Nangong Liu just glanced at it and turned his head away in disgust. He was a childish man and said, "It's so disgusting."

Shi Mei smiled unchanged, but his eyes turned a little cold: "Do you still think I look good now?"

"..." Nangong Liu tried hard to break free from his clamping, but Shi Mei's strength was too strong, and it was useless to try. Finally, a layer of water vapor was covered in his eyes, a little scared, and a little shivering, "You, let go of me. I don't like this."

"You look carefully."

"I don't want it-oh!"

There was a crisp crack. Because he tried too hard, Shi Mei actually pinched Nangong Liu's hand bone until he dislocated. The light flashing in his eyes couldn't tell whether it was annoyance or unwillingness. He was almost paranoid: "Didn't you just say that I looked good? Why, a little bit of a wound turned from beauty to ugly?"

"no……"

"Are you a beauty who has a slight flaw, you will be disgusted?" Shi Mei approached him. "The past lingering will turn into a disgusting look, and the past thirst will turn into a thorn in the throat."

Nangong Liu finally couldn't help but burst into tears: "I can't understand, I can't understand! Let me go, I don't want to stay here."

His noisy made Shi Mei's already a little depressed mood become darker. He seemed to have a black cloud in his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Nangong Liu on the cheek.

He finally let go of Nangong Liu and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

When Nangong Liu cried and left, Shi Mei dived back to the depths of the hot spring. The scenery around him was still pleasant, the dragon blood flowers were revealed, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, but his initial joy disappeared, and only anger, boundless anger.

He suddenly hammered the water surface, splashing water, returning to calm.

The ripples dissipated, re-emerging the reflection of the gentle but still tender chest.

A sudden sense of confusion and powerlessness arose in Shi Mei's anger. He leaned back to the edge of the pool, raised his eyelash curtain, and looked at the sky.

“Everyone will change.”

He murmured.

Just like seeds will sprout, tender buds will turn green, flowers will bloom in the green leaves, flowers will wither and fallen, and fallen flowers will crush them into mud.

Time is invisible and intangible, but everyone is quietly being worn away by it. Some have sharpened their minions and some have their edges and corners.

“It will all change…”

He scooped up the water tiredly and wiped his face.

Comparing his past and present life, you will know, but where did he start to go astray and cannot turn back from now on?

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Shi Mei raised his black hair bun and returned to the secret room of Jiaoshan from the fragrant path. He stood at the door for a while and reached out to push the door.

At this time, the night was deep, and the candles in the secret room were almost extinguished, leaving only a single bean of fire, burning behind the curtains.

The teacher entered the room calmly without making any noise, but brought in the unique fragrance of soap beans after bathing. But this fragrance alarmed the man lying deep in the bed curtain.

The slow and hoarse voice of the Immortal Lord rang: "Who?"

The teacher said gloomyly: "…I."

After a moment of silence in the tent, the colorful sound of clothes when turning over came from the sound of the fabric. The Immortal Lord sneered: "... The master is so elegant. He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, come to my bedroom to eavesdrop on the corner?...Aren't you hot?"

Shi Mei's face became even colder: "You can stop at it too. If you kill him, no one can play with it."

The voice of the immortal king was lazy, and his low voice was full of laziness: "Master, please rest assured. I don't have any perverted habits in bed. I always like to be pragmatic, and I have no interest in being idle, stinging snakes, and tying my eyes to guess riddles. I can't kill anyone."

“…”

I was tempted by the mouth, sting snakes, tying my eyes and playing puzzles - no matter how big the heart is, I know who he is talking about.

Shi Mei's heart was filled with anger. He stepped forward and lifted the curtains, as if swords and swords were touching each other, and fireworks were splattering. Shi Mingjing's feminine face faced the handsome face of the immortal king.

"You-!" Before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

He originally thought that the long-term separation between Chu Wanning and reunited, he would inevitably be hungry and thirsty.

But behind the curtain that was lifted, the situation in front of him really surprised him.

He saw Chu Wanning sleeping in a drowsy manner, his cheeks were burning and red, and he was burning. However, the fairy king had a slightly open collar, revealing a large area of ​​smooth and symmetrical chest, holding the person in his arms, with a calm face, but his big hand touched the hair of the person in his arms, looking like he was disgusted and could never let go.

The teacher said, "...what are you doing?"

The Immortal Lord looked contemptuous: "What do you think I can do?"

“…”

So, why bother with a dead person?

Shi Mei closed her eyes and forced her anger to suppress her heart, but the small flame on her chest was burning and could not be extinguished for a moment. She couldn't help but sneer and said, "I didn't expect that the Emperor of Immortals is so old that she still needs her master to accompany her after sleeping. I think if this is not because of fear of darkness, then she probably wants to act like a coquettish with her master."

I have to say that Shi Mei's words worked very well. The immortal king immediately narrowed his eyes dangerously. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to push Chu Wanning, who was unconscious in his arms, or simply kick him under the bed, which would probably look very imposing.

But as Shi Mei approached, what he did the last thing was to hold the man in his arms tighter, and waved his wide sleeves to cover Chu Wanning's face.

After doing all this, the Immortal Lord raised his eyes gloomyly: "What do you do with me?"

Shi Mei gritted his teeth and said, "You should have a degree of talking back. Don't you think about who made you?"

"The only thing that can be said is to force me to do is to force me." The Immortal Lord said coldly, "It's really a great prospect."

"you--!"

Shi Mei was confronted by him one after another, and he still couldn't bear it. He raised his hand sharply, poked the immortal king's forehead, and sent some spiritual power.

"Soul Gathering."

The spell was recited from the plump lips and teeth, but the eyes of the immortal king still persisted for a long time, and it was so long that Shi Mei was silenced, and even felt that this man was about to completely escape from his own clamping.

Sweat from his forehead, and he was stalemate with the Immortal Lord. Finally, he exhausted almost all his spiritual power and shouted in a low voice: "Soul Gathering!!"

This time, the body of the immortal king shook slightly, and then his eyes finally dissipated.

Shi Mei took away his spiritual power, took a breath, covered his chest with a dull pain, and dizzy in front of him.

Because of his physical condition, his spiritual core and spiritual power are inferior. Even if he practices diligently, he cannot compete with others. He usually uses medicines, but once he involves those who need spiritual power, his body cannot support him at all.

Shi Mei closed her eyes, slowed down for a while, before looking at the immortal king again: "I'll ask you again, what were you doing just now?"
To be continued...