Chapter 337 Zhongli
Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with the sleeping god. Zhongli looked at the Phoenix Demon God, who looked over and nervously stared at Shen Qianluo who was held in the man's arms.
The young god grew from a boy to a teenager, but his handsome face did not change.
Her cheeks, as if carefully carved by God, were white and rosy, her eyelashes cast a faint shadow, the corners of her eyes were filled with crimson, her lips were slightly parted unconsciously, and even the silver hair by her ears was scattered on her lapels, outlining a beautiful curve.
Shen Qianluo has always had a noble temperament. He is a man of white clothes who is not concerned with worldly matters. His aura carries the majesty of a god. Even when he raises his eyebrows and eyes, he is always smiling calmly.
Of course, she is not as fragile and beautiful as she is now when she is asleep...
Pretty cute?
Perhaps because it was a rare sight, the Phoenix Demon God glanced at Shen Qianluo again.
Zhongli raised his hand to block it.
"After a night of hard work, he has already gone to bed. If there is anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"trivia?"
Hearing this, his eyebrows raised. The human-shaped Phoenix Demon God extended small wings from behind and stopped where he was, with a hostile attitude, as if he would not let him go until he had a clear explanation. "You did that to the young master, and now you want to pretend nothing happened and take him away?"
As he spoke, his momentum rose. The Phoenix Demon God narrowed his eyes slightly, and the blazing fire bursting around him became stronger bit by bit. Even the wings behind him seemed to be stretching and flapping. "I saw it all. The trivial matters you mentioned are not your fault to the young master..."
"You treated him..." It was difficult to speak for a moment. He snorted viciously, flames burst out, and revealed a ferocious look. "If you want to eat him, shouldn't you get past me first?"
So the Phoenix Demon was beaten up.
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"My Lord, I quit!"
Ignoring the crying and shouting of the young master, who was said to be the first dependent under the young master, who probably called himself a fire-type Phoenix Demon with a big bump on his head, Zhongli lowered his arms slightly, put away Guanhong, and maintained the posture of embracing the demon with one hand, looking down at the cricket pupa on the ground.
Shen Qianluo was sleeping very soundly and was not awakened by the noise of the two people. This also proved that the young man's soul was very tired and the recovery could not be delayed at all.
Thinking of this, Zhongli glanced at the still angry Phoenix Demon God again. When he frowned, his brows were sharp and majestic. "You only care about my relationship with him, but you have never considered that his physical condition at the moment cannot be delayed."
"Just based on this, I am able to take him away first in the struggle for belonging that you think you have."
Leaving behind a lukewarm whisper, he turned and left. The mumbling Phoenix Demon God suddenly realized something and looked up suddenly: "Huh? You said the young master..."
His eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of Shen Qianluo, but were still firmly covered by Zhongli. The Phoenix Demon God was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but recall the young man's weak sleeping face that he had just glimpsed for a moment, and swallowed his saliva.
Shouldn't the god in our image be invincible and omnipotent? ...
Because of this, everyone respects him, loves him, and fears him from the bottom of their hearts.
Just now, when the gods were confronting the dark green divine power of the Smiling Demon, their followers who were far away on the side were disturbed by the strong magnetic field of the divine power and did not actually hear the content of the confrontation clearly.
But the malice that erupted from Shen Qianluo's thin body was real, and the god's golden eyes, a mixture of autumn water and scorching sun, were as strong as usual. Even the waves caused by raising his hand were enough to shake and distort the space.
Therefore, when everyone faced the boy's warm and gentle smile...
Fear of him...
The next second his mind raced and he suddenly met Zhongli's eyes.
"If you still feel guilty, why not pay attention to the recent movements of the Heavenly Law on behalf of me and him. If you find any abnormal movements, inform me immediately."
"Oh, that's fine too?"
The Phoenix Demon God instinctively followed the order and turned around gracefully. Just before he took a step, he paused, his heart trembled, and he turned back in surprise, "Wait, something's wrong?"
The backs of Zhongli and Shen Qianluo had already turned into a long stream of light and disappeared into the sky, with no end in sight.
"Tsk... what a weirdo." Scratching his head, he muttered inexplicably, "This dragon's tone of commanding others is as calm as the young master's, how can it be so convincing? It even makes me... ahem, a little scared?"
"Are all powerful gods available wholesale these days? Why doesn't he try being a leader for fun?"
"Humph, this is really weird... That tone is exactly the same as when the young master lied to me..."
"…Isn't he just fooling me?"
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On the other hand, Zhongli, who had successfully fooled the Phoenix Demon God, would naturally no longer pay attention to the other party's muttering. He carefully settled the deeply sleeping Shen Qianluo, and stayed by his side to heal his fragmented soul.
His slightly furrowed brows became even more confused, and it was obvious that he felt distressed for his lover.
Shen Qianluo's soul, which was injured and gathered again, and then injured again after gathering for a day, would never allow himself to toss around again. Even if the Son of Heaven was born strong and repeatedly pushed himself to the limit, no matter how dazzling the flowers and birds were, they would eventually wither.
He would never let this happen.
Standing by the sleeping boy, the cold moon spread wantonly between the two of them. He interlocked their fingers, and in his hazy vision, he seemed to see the future that was bestowed upon the gods.
History and moonlight will not stop for the mountains. The wind that flies across the desolate sea lifts the gods to a high platform, and then pushes them down into the sea of stars from the impartial peak.
He is tired of separation, and will eventually bid farewell to separation.
From the other shore to the rest of his life, he had confessed his love to him, so in the countless days and months since then, no matter where Shen Qianluo fled to, no matter how far she pushed him away...
He will surely be haunted by a dragon...
A gentle and warm kiss fell on the boy's cheek, and Zhongli's pair of dragon eyes were completely hidden in the dim atmosphere, shortening the distance from their clasped fingertips.
Inch by inch, from the forearm, shoulder, waist, cheek...
Finally, it sat contentedly beside its own child, who seemed to have a sparkling glow of its own, with its tail swaying gracefully across the couch, like a dragon perched on the top of a mountain, guarding its treasures.
Perhaps he did.
I just wonder if my precious little one will be surprised by the strange atmosphere of being captured by a dragon when he wakes up the next day, and will be overwhelmed and generous in giving money and hugging him (?)
Ok……
Slightly looking forward to it.