Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 147

Chapter 147 God also prefers you 2

The man’s cold eyebrows lowered slightly: “Yes.”

Xie Rong: “Come here.”

Lu Anlan came over and leaned over to put her face close to him without him having to speak again.

Xie Rong raised his hand and gently touched every ugly flesh-meat joint on his face with his fingertips.

Everywhere is given by him, and the more you look at it, the more you like it.

“A puppy abandoned by heaven,” Xie Rong lowered his head, kissed the man’s hideous scar, and sighed, “a puppy that belongs to me alone.”

Lu Anlan looked at him: “Yeah.”

No one exposed the main system and the quick travel system, and no one mentioned the wedding that ended in vain five hundred years ago.

“Go and do something for me,” Xie Rong leaned close to the man and whispered something into the man’s ear.

Lu Anlan: “Okay.”

At the same time, in the next room.

The young monk sat cross-legged on the couch, looking like he was about to meditate, but he was actually absent-minded. He secretly pricked up his ears and slowly penetrated his consciousness into the next room.

Until the door of the room was kicked open, the young monk suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily: “Who is coming -”

When he touched the man’s terrifying face, his eyes widened in shock, “Lu… you are Lu… Lu…”

Lu Anlan’s thin lips were cold, and without saying a word, he raised his hand to make the secret. Before the secret was released, the pressure of the Tribulation Stage had already immobilized all living creatures within a hundred miles around him.

The young monk’s limbs were tightly tied to the bed with spiritual locks. He watched the young man in red who had been brought back with ill intentions during the day walk into the house barefoot, but he ignored Lu Anlan’s pressure from the Tribulation Stage and climbed straight onto the bed.

Then she pressed down on him like a ghost on a bed, biting his neck with her lips.

Xie Rong’s teeth were not sharp enough and he only bit through a little bit of the young monk’s flesh.

But what frightened the young monk was far from the slight pain, but the constant flow of essence from the flesh wound on his neck.

His body, which had remained young due to his cultivation, grew older little by little, and finally turned into a mummy, unable to even close his eyes.

Xie Rong burped, his lower abdomen feeling a little uncomfortable.

Lu Anlan stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped away the blood from Xie Rong’s lips with his fingertips that were calloused by swords.

The essence breathed in from the lower abdomen circulates rapidly in the Dantian, and finally turns into abundant spiritual power to nourish the meridians.

Xie Rong’s belly deflated again.

He licked his lips and looked at Lu Anlan, “I’m not full.”

Lu Anlan leaned over, picked him up, and without even looking at the man who was being sucked dry on the bed, turned around and walked out of the house.

…

The world of cultivation is shocked by the appearance of evil cultivators who suck people’s energy.

Rumor has it that the evil cultivator is dressed in red, male and female, and has a pair of bare white feet. He loves lying on men the most.

It is rumored that the evil cultivator also has an accomplice, who is dressed in black and has a face like a Rakshasa. Whenever the evil cultivator arrests people for training, he will stand by like a loyal and taciturn dog.

At first, all the Immortal Sects didn’t take it seriously. It wasn’t until Elder Nie came out of seclusion that they realized that even the inner disciples of Du Canglan Mountain were not spared.

Speaking of Elder Nie, one can’t help but sigh. Five hundred years ago, he was just an inconspicuous outer disciple, not even worthy of carrying his shoes. Who would have expected that he got lucky and got a chance in the secret realm, and he was reborn and became a respected elder of the Canglan Sect.

God is jealous of talents, but he makes Xiaoxiao gain enlightenment, but that’s all.

Nie Mingxiu came down the mountain today, firstly to avenge his disciple, and secondly to capture the evil cultivator and establish his authority.

In the past few days, he has led his disciples to track down the traces of evil cultivators all the way to Snow-covered City, where the three realms of man and devil meet. He has also set up a barrier outside the city, intending to catch turtles in the urn.

The compass in his palm rotated rapidly, and finally Sinan’s pointer stopped at the northwest.

Nie Mingxiu looked in the direction——

The happiest place in the world is Chunmanlou.

Standing outside the building, you can hear the hoarse and soft chuckles in the building, as if you are flirting with someone.

This evil cultivator is really arrogant!

He sneered, waved his sleeves and waved away the shadow of the madam who came up to him, and stepped into Chunman Tower.

Red gauze was floating in the lobby, and only laughter was heard but no one was seen.

Nie Mingxiu raised his hand and drew his sword, and tens of thousands of sword shadows were fired at once. Although the blindness was broken, the evil cultivator was not harmed at all.

He clutched his chest and took a few steps back in fear, only to be supported by the disciples who came from behind.

Now that he has reached the stage of becoming a god, what kind of weird technique can actually allow this evil cultivator to compete with him in just two months?

A slender figure slowly appeared behind the layers of drooping gauze curtains.

“Witch, stop pretending to be a ghost. If you kill my disciple, you will pay for his life today!” Nie Mingxiu sneered coldly, raised his sword and swung a sword energy, splitting the fragrant red gauze, and finally he could see the true face of the evil cultivator.

That was not a witch at all, but a young man in wedding clothes.

This wedding dress…this face…

Nie Mingxiu felt infinite panic in his heart and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even so, as soon as he raised his eyes and saw the face crying blood when he returned from his midnight dream, he still couldn’t help but be fascinated for a moment, “Little junior brother…”

Xie Rong raised his hand, and purple spiritual power flew out from his palm like a vine and strangled Nie Mingxiu’s neck.

Nie Ming’s cultivation was as if he were caught in an illusion, his eyes were sometimes painful, sometimes crazy and angry.

Xie Rong glanced sideways at all of Nie Mingxiu’s disciples, “As long as you dig out his heart and let me take a look and see what color his heart is, I will let you live.”

Nie Mingxiu’s eyes suddenly opened wide. His eyeballs were horribly bloodshot, but his neck was strangled and he couldn’t make any sound.

All the disciples looked at each other.

Killing a master is a serious crime that cannot be tolerated by heaven!

The purple spiritual power turned into vines and gently wrapped around their necks, and the expressions of the disciples changed.

But in the face of life and death, it seems that it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Master, don’t blame us… We had no choice but to do so,” the eldest disciple gritted his teeth, drew out his sword, and stabbed Nie Mingxiu in the heart.

Nie Mingxiu suddenly woke up from the illusion and looked at the disciple in front of him with splitting eyes.

The eldest disciple quickly dug out Nie Mingxiu’s still beating heart and looked at Xie Rong happily, “It’s red, Master’s heart is red!”

Xie Rong smiled softly, “Okay.”

He stepped forward and reached out to grab the heart. An extremely powerful sword energy fell from the sky and lifted him away.

The red dress fluttered like a butterfly, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.

Xie Rong sat up, his black hair winding on the ground, and his eyelids gradually turned blood red.

The joy in his heart that the great revenge was about to be repaid was torn to pieces. His eyes were full of tears and hatred, and the ends of his eyes were stained with a malicious red.

“It’s the leader! The leader is here to save us!”

The man was dressed in white, with a silver emblem between his eyebrows. His face was majestic and cold, and the tip of the sword lifted the chin of the evil cultivator.

“Elder brother, you are so cruel.” The young man’s black hair was draped over his shoulders like silk, and his eyes were full of broken tears.

The man was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the divine sword fell from his hand.

Xie Rong’s face dropped coldly, he rushed forward suddenly, strangled the opponent’s neck, and said softly:

“Why are you looking at me like this? You didn’t expect me to be alive. Are you disappointed?”