In a bamboo house in a thousand-mile maple forest, Mo Zhao, who rarely takes a rest and does not have to patrol, is lying on a bamboo bed with his legs spread out. He is wearing a dark red undershirt, and his sleeves and trouser legs are pulled up due to his messy sleeping posture, revealing his forearm and strong calf. At this moment, he is sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, the sound of swords and spears clashing came into my ears, very loud.
Mo Zhao was woken up, but was too lazy to open his eyes. He turned over and lay on his side, clamping the end of the quilt between his long legs. With his other hand, he pulled the quilt over his head and continued to sleep soundly.
On his day off, no one can disturb him from sleeping in!
After just a few breaths, Mo Zhao fell into a deep sleep again.
Perhaps he felt hot in his sleep, and the quilt covering his head was accidentally lifted, and his sleeping position inexplicably returned to his previous sprawled position.
Unexpectedly, he fell asleep again after only an incense stick of time, and the sound of swords clashing came into his ears again, disturbing his sweet dreams.
What's more, the strong light shone in, forcing Mo Zhao to open his eyes to see what was happening.
He saw that the roof of the bamboo house he had built with great effort had been lifted off. It was noon at this moment, and the sun was scorching in late spring, shining directly on Mo Zhao.
His dark red silk undergarment shone brightly in the sunlight.
In addition, his skin was fair, and he looked like a phantom in the light, and it was difficult to see clearly.
Mo Zhao opened his eyes and saw that his roof had been ripped off. He was furious for a moment, but he cared more about this rare day of rest. He just wanted to sleep and catch up on his sleep!
So, Mo Zhao did something that made him laugh and cry when he thought about it.
That is, he conjured a piece of black cloth and covered the four corners of the room without a roof. He then wrote a few words on the black cloth, "Please give me back the roof, thank you", set a barrier for himself, and fell asleep.
I slept soundly for three days and three nights.
When Mo Zhao woke up from a contented sleep, he saw that the room was dark. He looked up and found that he had not taken off his black cloth yet.
He waved his hand to retract the black cloth, and the sunlight came in, but the roof was still nowhere to be found.
??? Where is my roof???
When did someone else appear in this room?
The man was wearing a green robe, and his long hair was half tied behind his head with a willow leaf hairpin.
I don’t know what this person did before, his hair was a little messy, but he didn’t seem to notice it, or didn’t care about his image, letting his hair fly in the wind, giving a casual and lazy feeling.
Looking at his appearance, he is elegant and peerless, and cold and otherworldly.
Perhaps sensing that he had woken up, that person opened her pair of perfect phoenix eyes, a cold glint flashing across them. Those eyes were like the finishing touch, making her whole person look solemn.
For a moment, Mo Zhao looked at the man in a daze, searching desperately in his mind to see who this person matched with whom he had met before, but unfortunately, the search was fruitless after a long while.
Mo Zhao couldn't help but wail inwardly. Could it be that he'd been playing so hard lately that his memory had faded? He couldn't recall who this 'immortal friend' was...
"Little fairy is awake?" The man in green opened his mouth, lowered his eyes to hide the surprise in his eyes, and then raised his eyes again to look at the person sitting on the bed.
Looking at the girl, whose sleeping posture was indecent, with one trouser leg still above the knee, and a calf as white as carved jade hanging outside the bed, with round and cute toes.
The underwear on his upper body was already a little loose, and it was loosely covering his body, revealing most of his white and sexy chest.
The straight collarbone is clearly visible, the end of which is hidden in the dark red undergarment, and the entire appearance is unknown.
Apart from the pair of hazy peach blossom eyes that were still a little hazy from just waking up, her whole body exuded a fatal temptation that could lead people to commit crimes.
It just so happened that the man knew nothing about this. At this moment, he was tilting his head, and his pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes were full of pure doubt.
The man in green saw the man's expression changing again and again, and didn't know what the other person was thinking, so he could only speak first to break the silence.
"Forgive me for my poor eyesight and ignorance of your immortal friend's name," Mo Zhao came back to his senses. His voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up from sleep, but his voice was naturally of excellent quality. Even though it was hoarse, it was enough to make some people with ill intentions feel uneasy.
The so-called person with evil intentions is the man in blue at the scene.
The man in green raised his eyebrows when he heard the voice and introduced himself, "My name is Xiyao, I currently live in Jimo Mountain, and there is no one at home."
The name sounds nice...
Mo Zhao nodded inwardly, ignoring the phrase "no one's home." "Jimo Mountain?! Isn't that the mountain where Lord Chushen lives? Are you a disciple of Lord Chushen?"
Xiyao nodded and thought to himself, could it be that these little gods only know about the First God, but don’t know that the First God’s name is Xiyao?
"That's not right. I haven't heard that Lord Chushen has recruited any disciples, otherwise I would have gone there that year." If he had gone there, he would not have met the First God of War. He inexplicably inherited the power of the First God of War, and inexplicably sat on the throne of the God of War, becoming a worker who works almost all year round. God knows that his dream in life was to be a free and unrestrained immortal.
Mo Zhao's expression was a little sad, as if he was regretting something.
Xiyao didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. While he was trying to find words, Mo Zhao's expression suddenly changed. He forgot that he was currently disheveled. He got off the bed, walked over to the table in three or two steps, sat down, faced Xiyao, leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling, "My friend, is there a lot of work going on over there with the First God? How many days of rest can he get in a month? Does he need any more help?"
“…”
Xiyao suddenly turned her head and looked away. Although she had never tasted the sweetness of love, she was not completely ignorant after traveling for so many years.
To be precise, not only is she not completely ignorant, she even knows more than those who spend all day wandering among flowers.
This was all thanks to her good friend Que Yan, who always found some strange storybooks for her in the human world, which opened the door to many new worlds for her. It was also because of Que Yan that she became a little interested in this world that she and her best friend had created together.
But now...
The delicate pink color that she had just accidentally glimpsed entered her heart again. For the first time in millions of years, Xiyao felt the restlessness coming from her body. She knew that this was what those storybooks said about "failure".
What's worse, Xiyao felt that for her, the word "failed" might need to be preceded by two more words - completely.
Seeing the person turning away, Mo Zhao was stunned. Later he realized that his clothes were in disarray and his jade-like cheeks were covered with a bright red, as red as a plum blossom.
He quickly got up, put on his underwear, walked to the wardrobe, took out a cinnabar-colored brocade dress and put it on.
After getting dressed, he stood there stiffly, feeling somewhat awkward.
"I'm not busy there, I'm quite bored. If the little immortal is willing to come, I wouldn't mind opening the gate to welcome you."
In the end, it was Xiyao who spoke up and answered Mo Zhao's previous question to ease Mo Zhao's embarrassment.
Leisurely! Boring! Isn't this the dream city for a lazy worker?!
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