Chapter 72 Abandoning the Saint and the God of Heaven 15
When Junyi was about to clean Cangshui Peak for his master, he discovered that someone had turned the place into a complete mess.
He shouted at him loudly, and the man turned around and it turned out to be his master.
"Master" Chunyi was slightly surprised. Didn't she leave Lingxu Sect?
No, although this person looks exactly like Master, he is a little weird.
"Cha Jiu" waved his hand and swept Chun Yi out of Cangshui Peak.
She was too disdainful to deal with a Jindan boy.
Half a month later, the news that the new leader of Lingxu Sect and the sect's saint had married spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation.
Naturally, it also spread to the Holy Land.
Di Shen sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up at the light curtain in the air with his head raised, his chin almost raised into a straight line.
The screen was showing the wedding of Heng Qingyao and fake Cha Jiu, as well as various shameless scenes between the two.
Chi Shen had a blank expression on his face and waved his hand to disperse the light curtain.
Di Shenrao was interested: "Are you jealous?"
Chi Shen said indifferently: "She is fake."
"But even if it's fake, you will be unhappy if you see it." Di Shen said, "What are you afraid of?"
But God no longer answered.
After a long time, he finally opened his golden eyes, raised his hand and turned Di Shen into divine light and took him back.
As the divine light gradually returned, huge waves began to roll in his calm sea of consciousness.
A surge of overwhelming and unfamiliar human emotion came over me.
There is the scent of peach blossoms from Cangshui Peak, and the green flower buds have a faint bitter taste.
It smells like a corolla.
And...her smell.
Chi Shendun felt a splitting headache. He frowned slightly, enduring the impact of these strange emotions. His pair of golden eyes began to gradually turn into ink black.
…
At this time, Cha Jiu was hiding in the illusion of the mountain and river map and role-playing.
The map of mountains and rivers was in tatters before, and Chi Shen was very disgusted with it and did not want to integrate it into the holy land.
Cha Jiu simply picked it up and kept it for himself.
Willow tree, Buddhist temple.
The familiar picture of a woman setting herself on fire.
But this time, Cha Jiu was no longer a bystander, but entered the woman's body.
"Oh, God, please let me meet that dead ghost on the road to the underworld, ah no, the man I love the most."
Cha Jiu followed the plot perfunctorily, holding a candle and preparing to start burning the Buddhist temple.
The system's mouth twitched: "You don't even have any acting skills to show off."
Cha Jiu: "I went to the illusion to exhaust my soul. I can say whatever I want. Anyway, I will burn myself in the end."
The system was suspicious: "Will the gods really come if you consume your soul like this?"
I have walked through this Buddhist temple illusion more than eighty times.
Suddenly, the favorability value that had been stagnant for a long time increased.
The system was surprised and said, "Cha Cha, your favorability has increased! Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty percent!"
Oh my god, isn't Cha Jiu in the Shanhetu? How could the god add a favorable impression on his own?
"It seems that the seed has sprouted." Cha Jiu was not surprised.
She smiled and began to tilt the candle, trying to light the curtains.
A sudden gust of wind came and extinguished the candle.
Cha Jiu was stunned for a moment.
System: “God is here!”
There was no one around the Buddhist temple and it was quiet.
The wind blew the willow branches.
The deep and steady smell of incense seems to be earnestly advising people to stay away from lust.
The familiar clear and bitter taste appeared again, and Cha Jiu felt an invisible arm gently wrapped around her waist.
System: "Ah... I've completely transformed into the role of my deceased husband's ghost. You guys really know how to have fun. I'm leaving now."
Disappeared in an instant.
The feeling of being restrained around the waist became stronger and stronger, and Cha Jiu was locked in an empty yet safe embrace by an invisible force.
"Is it... you?" Cha Jiu asked tentatively, "Jingwen"
Jingwen is the name of the woman's deceased husband.
Cha Jiu did it on purpose.
Sure enough, when Cha Jiu called out this name, the invisible force became angry.
Everything on the incense table was swept to the ground, and even the statue of the deity began to shake and fall to the ground, breaking into pieces.
He would not allow her to have other gods.
Not even in a false fantasy.
Cha Jiu's chin was pinched and her head was forced to turn to the side. Although there was no one around, she could clearly feel a cold and bitter kiss falling on her lips.
The person who kissed her was very unskilled. At first he just ravaged and bit her lips without any method.
Cha Jiu cried out in pain.
Her lip was bitten.
The man paused.
After a long while, he continued to move closer tentatively, gently and repeatedly licking the wound on her lips.
Cha Jiu couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her moist cherry lips parted slightly, and the bitter kiss invaded the tip of her tongue without hesitation.
So sweet.
Sure enough, it is as sweet as the juice of the twisted flower buds.
The kiss was even more violent, like a violent storm, with a strong sense of possession, madly snatching the sweet saliva from Cha Jiu's mouth.
He pressed Cha Jiu onto the incense table and kissed her passionately, letting the overwhelming desire tear all of her rationality apart.
Cha Jiu's plain white clothes were loose and her belt had already fallen to the ground.
She was still struggling with her hands, holding on to her clothes.
Little did we know that the spring scenery is elusive, but it has a beauty that is both welcoming and rejecting.
His hand reached into the clothes and gently stroked the silver-white snow mountain.
Cha Jiu's face was flushed, and the corners of her slightly curled eyes were also dyed with an alluring red.
Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, showing both grievance and desire.
"Do you like me?"
She asked this question with a complaint.
The hot kiss stopped immediately.
Tears welled up in Cha Jiu's eyes and she sobbed softly, "If you don't like me, why did you bother me?"
There was a faint sigh, which dissipated in the wind.
His kiss fell again, with a hint of pity.
He leaned on her snow-white shoulders and kissed her gently, as if to express his love and helplessness for her.
But Cha Jiu insisted that he say it out loud.
She mustered up the strength to push away the invisible embrace, and with tears on her face, she made a wish to the broken statue.
"I don't want to follow my late husband. I hope we will never meet again in the afterlife or in the next life."
As her words fell, the obsession of the self-immolating woman shattered.
The scene in the Buddhist temple before my eyes also began to distort and change.
Cha Jiu opened her eyes again and found herself wearing a red wedding dress, sitting alone in the bridal chamber.
The surrounding red candles, windows, and walls were all covered with red wedding characters.
It should be a fantasy world of crows and princesses.
From time to time, whispers of women and maids could be heard from outside the door.
Ordinary people cannot hear it from such a long distance.
But Cha Jiu was already a cultivator in the Lianxu stage, so he could hear the sound at this distance very clearly.
"My son finally married the emperor's favorite princess. Now the status of the general's mansion will last for a hundred years."
"Thanks to the madam's planning, she arranged for the two to meet and fall in love when the princess was young, and she also taught the major general how to please the princess, which led to their marriage."
"Alas, my son is also pitiful, sacrificing for the family. He clearly doesn't like her, but he still pretends to be deeply in love with her and humbly tries to please her."
The woman wiped her tears and sighed, as if her son, having married the princess and enjoyed all the honors, had still suffered a great injustice.
Then she instructed the old woman, "Have my son's concubines and the dozen or so mistresses outside been hidden?"
The royal family must not know about this!
The old woman replied repeatedly, "It's well hidden, it's well hidden. The princess will definitely not find it."
After listening to this, Cha Jiu understood everything.
It turns out that the so-called youthful love between the young general and the princess was nothing more than a trap set by the boy early on.
No wonder the young general changed his mind as soon as the crow transformed into a beautiful concubine and seduced her.
How ridiculous.
At this moment, a crow flew across the night sky and landed on the open windowsill of the new house.
Its eyes are silent and deep, filled with sadness and pity, as well as unspeakable affection.
Cha Jiu walked over and bent down to look him in the eye.
"If you don't like me, why bother chasing me?"
"Lord God"
(Sorry, it's a little late today. It will be on time tomorrow at around 9 o'clock. Sorry)
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