Forced to become the top darling in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 115 You Are Really Drunk

"I am not drunk." Yan Shen retorted vaguely, "I have never been drunk."

Shen Zhen pushed him away, turned over and rode on him, looking at this unconscious masterpiece of Nuwa, she couldn't help but draw his eyebrows, lips, and face contour.

This handsome face is like a sculpture with distinct features, angular and handsome.

Indeed, as he said, he dared to say that his appearance was the second in the Six Realms, and no one dared to say that he was the first.

The hand was caught suddenly, Shen Zhen looked at him in surprise, met his playful eyes, "Zhenzhen, is this seat good-looking? Is it what you like?"

Shen Zhen quickly withdrew her hand, turned her face away in embarrassment, "No matter how handsome you are, it has nothing to do with me."

Everyone in the world loves beauty. Although she blocks her love for the future, it does not affect her appreciation of beauty.

"Hehe..." A soft and melodious laugh came into his ears, "Zhenzhen, just admit it, your heart is already fascinated by me."

"Speak carefully, you are really drunk." Shen Zhen's cheeks were hot, and he hurriedly got off him, covering his hot face and walking outside the room.

Why did she have such a momentary obsession just now.

She shouldn't have these thoughts.

Yan Shenzheng is very dangerous, he is a demon, he is the Nine Yin True Lord that no one in the Six Realms dare to mess with.He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

He is so close to her now, just because there is a life bond that binds the two of them together, and it's just because he needs divine power to rescue himself who is stuck in the swamp.

How can you believe the words of a demon.

Shen Zhen patted his face, convincing himself not to think about it.

Yan Shen on the wedding night two years ago is his true face.

He will not be soft-hearted towards anyone, human life is like weeds in his eyes, and the human race is just a plaything in his heart, just like the woman in his bedroom said, he will always bring some human playthings back, tired of playing Just throw it to the magic pet.

Then she... is just his plaything for a while.

As each other's plaything, why did her heart throb just now?
And why do you feel a little uncomfortable when you think of that woman?
The palace of Jiuyin Zhenjun is heavily guarded, not everyone can enter easily, the woman not only entered, but also went to his bedroom, she came and went freely in his bedroom, and even dared to wear his clothes.

The relationship between the two is very close.

Now he is always sweet talking around him.

Shen Zhen rubbed his shoulders, his eyes froze, and he said coldly, "Scumbag."

At this moment, Bai Chuxue, who was in Kunlun Realm, sneezed suddenly.

Immortal Lord Yuxuan, the master of the Kunlun realm who was meditating, raised her eyes lightly and looked at her, "I'm not feeling well, so I went back to rest."

Bai Chuxue hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said, "Immortal Lord, forgive me, Xiaoxian has been feeling...sometimes unwell recently..."

"I know you were injured when you went to the Nine Yin Demon Realm. Since the injury is not healed, go and rest." Immortal Master Yuxuan signaled her to get up, and her cold voice brushed her chest like the wind, making her back feel chilly. "Don't wait until you are dying of illness, the Nine Yins True Monarch will come to me for justice."

The other fairies looked at each other and lowered their heads even lower.

Everyone knows that Bai Chuxue and Jiuyin Zhenjun are cautious.

At the beginning, Jiuyin Zhenjun brought a wisp of Bai Chuxue's weak primordial spirit, and knelt and begged outside Kunlun for many years. When he knelt down and almost leveled the Kunlun realm impatiently, Immortal Lord Yuxuan had no choice but to put this fragile The seemingly absent primordial spirit is kept by his side.

After years of careful care, this ray of primordial spirit was finally able to live and practice on a fairy lotus. After winter and spring came, it finally turned into a human form after ten thousand years.

(End of this chapter)