Chapter 759

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But it's strange to say that he hates Chu Wanning so much, but he always thinks that it would be great if his concubine Chu was so obsessed with her day and night, that she could be pregnant with his flesh and blood.

Desire to conquer?

Desire for revenge?

Possessive? It is still a more cruel punishment than being possessed by a gun.

he does not know.

In such self-paralysis, he dragged Chu Wanning to go with him to the abyss of sin and lust again and again.

Chapter 269 [Tianyin Pavilion] Jun Moxiangli

In a state of confusion and confusion, the Immortal Stepping Master pulled off the girdle of the person beneath him, and his robes were scattered, revealing bruises and bruises underneath. He moved for a moment, as if he remembered something, and his eyes were dark and hot at the same time, like two bushes of ghostly fire pressing in the ashes.

After a while, Ta Xianjun closed his eyes and sighed: "That's it..." He also knew that if he did it again at this time, Allen Chu would probably be separated from his flesh and blood.

"I'll just... spare you for today..."

In this secluded silence, he finally let go of the person in his arms and did not do anything too extreme. But he still lowered his head, his Adam's apple twitching, and kissed his lover's eyebrows, all the way down... and finally landed on the neck, and took a gentle bite with his white teeth. Then he straightened up and picked up the man who was pressed by the table.

The porridge is simmering and bubbling out.

Ta Xianjun clumsily arranged the clothes for Chu Wanning, coughed lightly, and his voice was still low and still warm: "The porridge is ready, go and fill a bowl."

Although Chu Wanning was confused by him, he didn't delve too deeply into it because he was moody on weekdays, not to mention that he thought it was a dream. Besides, eating well is much more comfortable than pursuing absurd pleasures, so he opened the lid of the beech pot without saying any more words.

"More generous portions."

"...hold you to death?"

Ta Xianjun smiled half-heartedly: "Try it."

He said and sat down at the table.

Although he wanted to go over and see what Chu Wanning's pot of porridge was cooked into, the emperor still had to stand up, so he sat upright at the table like a dog, and put on a nonchalant look.

However, when the porridge was actually served, Ta Xianjun couldn't be careless anymore——

The porridge was overcooked, with too much water added, and the taste was not salty or salty. Even before he even touched the spoon, he knew it was a familiar taste that he had never tasted again.

"Eat."

"..."

Ta Xianjun was fascinated by the small bowl in front of him for a long time. The spoon stirred in it, but he did not put the porridge into his mouth.

Allen Chu glanced at him: "If you don't eat, you will be cold."

"……oh."

He scooped up the porridge, brought it to his lips, and then put it down hesitantly.

Allen Chu finally noticed something strange about him and asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ta Xianjun smiled, still evil and contemptuous, "It's really poorly cooked, so I won't drink it."

"..."

"It's too stuffy here. Please go out and get some fresh air."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the untouched porridge bowl away, got up and walked towards the door. When he was approaching the door, Allen Chu's voice sounded behind him.

"If you don't drink." Chu Wanning's voice was very calm, which was tempered by him many times. "I will pour the whole pot."

Anyway, most of the things he made for him were spoiled.

It's been like this since the first Chaoshou was knocked to the ground.

Taxianjun suddenly turned around: "Leave it alone!... I mean..." He coughed to cover up his gaffe, "Leave it alone for now."

"What are you doing?"

"...You don't have to worry about it."

He opened the door curtain and went out. When he reached the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He was actually a corpse. No matter how much he looked like a living person, he was still different from a living person - he could no longer eat.

He committed suicide in Wushan Palace, and was made into a living dead by the Cold Scale Saint Hand for use. The Cold Scale Saint came to this world through a rift in time and space, but he was left in that dilapidated old world of mortals to do things according to orders, just like this, for nearly ten years.

In the ten years he has been a walking dead, he has never eaten anything again. But he was not a glutton, so he never felt any regrets about it.

It wasn't until today, when he was sitting in front of a bowl of egg drop lean meat porridge with a poor taste and smell, that he suddenly felt lost -

Why is he no longer alive?

He has waited for so many years, and finally waited for so many days to get a Chu nightning that completely belonged to him.

But he couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge made by that man himself.

What does the porridge cooked by Chu Wanning taste like?

He stood under the tiles with his eyes closed and recalled. After a long time, he suddenly raised his arms and covered his eyelashes. No one could see clearly what kind of expression he had on his face at this time. What he showed was only Pursed pale lips and a narrow chin.

Later, he put down his arms and opened his eyes, the ends of his eyes were slightly red.

He has a bad memory and isn't very smart. If he could still feel a little bit of sour, sweet, bitter and salty on his tongue, he might be able to regain his memories. But his bones and blood were cold, and his lips and teeth were tasteless. So even though the bowl of porridge was right in front of him, he couldn't remember what it tasted like.

He will never know again.

night

When he was deep in thought, he went to find Shi Mei.

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