I Really Like That Guy!

"Master, I have been poisoned by the red lantern flower poison."

The girl's delicate voice was like a thin line, accompanied by hot flashes and low breaths, it went straight into Lu Cang's mind.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were covered with frost.

"What the **** happened?"

Arlo was lying on top of the puppet master, and for some reason, he was obviously not the real Lu Cang, but when she approached him, the heat in her body seemed to find an outlet, and it was greatly relieved.

Her brain was burning in a daze, and she wrapped her hands and feet like octopus around him, using the coldness emanating from his body unconsciously to resist the prairie fire in her body.

In a trance, A Luo actually had the illusion that he was a fire, holding an iceberg.

However, before she could feel comfortable for a long time, a slender jade-like hand reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and steadily pushed her away from the iceberg emitting cold air.

Looking up, the puppet master was looking down at her with his eyes lowered, and said in a cold tone: "Luoyin disciple, see clearly who I am."

His black eyes were deep, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of cold light, like the ice in the depths of the snow-capped mountains that would not melt for thousands of years, so cold and hard.

A Luo's eyes were blurred, and he suddenly moved away from him. The flames of all limbs suddenly lost their suppression, and came back faster, making her feel like a burning flame.

It's hot, it's hot, I want to...get close to him. Want to kiss his pale lips, want to touch his cold white skin, want to be one with him, two into one.

Lu Cang lowered his eyes and thought in his heart while observing the condition of his little apprentice.

Obviously, the little apprentice has lost his sense of poison now. She can't eat the red lantern flower by herself. Then, seeing that her consciousness has been damaged, and the storage bag is missing, it must be someone else who was injured during his absence. coercion.

The antidote for the red lantern flower is not uncommon. If it is outside the secret realm, Lu Cang can get it easily. But now he is just a puppet, there is nothing around him except a body, and the body cannot enter the secret realm for a while.

For now, it seems that only the second method can be used.

As far as Lu Cang knew, the little apprentice seemed to admire the little cultivator named Gu Xingjue, and the other party was also in this secret realm.

Thinking of this, Lu Cang frowned unconsciously, and there was an inexplicable sense of displeasure in his heart.

He didn't delve into it, he just thought he was angry that someone hurt the little apprentice, reached out to support A Luo, and said softly: "Luo Yin apprentice, I will take you to detoxify for the teacher."

The Aruo people were almost burned out, and when they heard these words in a daze, Chaos's mind turned hard for a while before finally understanding the meaning of the words.

"Master, Master, how can you detoxify me?"

She heard her own voice, Jiao Di Di seemed to be dripping water, soft and charming, as if she was coquettish to others.

The puppet master said expressionlessly: "Look for the kid named Gu, and read it for the master. He is not far from here."

His indifferent attitude was like a spoonful of cold water, pouring it on Arlo's head, drenching her from head to toe, and her burnt head became a lot more awake.

Looking at his indifferent, icy eyes, Arlo suddenly felt a sense of grievance hit his heart.

The real master can't see her, so it's fine if he doesn't like her. Why is this puppet master so indifferent to her? So indifferent? Doesn't he belong to her alone? Isn't she alone?

Why didn't he listen to her? She's about to die. Could it be that her wish to get close to Master is not fulfilled in the end?

The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved, the bitterness in my chest surged out of the girl's eyes.

Those big bright and clear eyes seemed to have turned into a spring, and crystal tears flowed out endlessly.

When a hot tear fell on his fingers, Lu Cang's movements suddenly stopped.

He was about to get up and take her away, but when he saw the tears in his little apprentice's eyes, he had to stop again.

"But it's uncomfortable?" He pursed his lips into a straight line, lowered his voice, and comforted her with the softest tone in his life, "Be patient, Master will be able to save you soon."

A Luo didn't want to endure it at all, she shook her head vigorously, tears falling down like tears.

The little girl whose nose turned red from crying choked and said, "I can't bear it, Master. I'm going to die soon. Brother Gu can't save me, no one can save me."

Lu Cang's long eyebrows finally wrinkled slightly: "If you don't have someone you admire, you won't be poisoned. Who do you admire, Master will find you."

The little girl raised her red face and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her expression was filled with sadness that Lu Cang could not understand.

She answered incredulously and asked: "Master, you said that this puppet clone is mine, and I am driving it, right?"

Lu Cang: "Not bad."

"Then before I die, let me offend you once." A Luo opened his lips and said with spiritual power, "Now I order you not to move."

This avatar was branded by her, and after being recognized as the master by A Luo, she only obeyed her orders, but after this day, she had never done this except to release and put him away. This was the first time.

A stunned look flashed in Lu Cang's eyes, and he sat stiffly in the crushed pink flowers, unable to move.

He didn't expect such a development at all, so he didn't take any precautions. Even if it was a puppet he made with his own hands, he couldn't regain control for a while.

Of course, Lu Cang didn't plan to do this, he was just puzzled by the little apprentice's reaction.

"Will you forgive me?" A Luo leaned forward, two small white hands gently caressed his face, and asked in a trembling voice.

The puppet master looked at her silently, with doubts in his eyes.

His eyes were long, narrow and dark, as vast and indifferent as ever. In it, A Luo saw the vast world, the vast sky, and the frozen snowfield for thousands of miles, but she did not see herself.

Even if her shadow is reflected in her eyes at this moment, Arlo knows that she has never been seen in the eyes of the real master.

She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming out.

"Master, the person I really admire is you."

The girl held the puppet master's face, leaned forward slightly, and gently pressed his cool lips.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, she didn't dare to look at him, even if this wasn't the real master, she couldn't face him, because she was blaspheming that god-like man.

So she didn't see it either. The puppet Lu Cang, who had been desecrated by her, had a huge wave in his calm eyes, and his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

"Don't blame me, okay? I have nothing else to ask for. I can die in your arms for the rest of my life, even if it's just a substitute, I'm satisfied."

She whispered in his ear, her hot little hands spreading down from the side of his face like a cluster of flames.

The girl's lips were wet and hot, and she kissed him carefully like a kitten, the soft and sweet tip of her tongue digged into his lips, and penetrated deeply and deeply.

On the high cloud platform, the indifferent and dust-free white-clothed Dao Zun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes darkened, and his long sleeves were clenched into fists.

It has been a day since the secret realm was opened, and there are still dozens of people staying on the cloud platform, and the top ten elders of the sect who are supporting the operation of the secret realm, and the others have already left.

These people suddenly felt a strong coercion and suddenly appeared in this piece of heaven and earth, and the aura of the extremely cold avenue swept in. Within a radius of ten miles, the earth, trees, flowers, insects, ants, and beasts were all frozen into ice in one breath.

There were even small snow flakes falling from the sky, as if the cold winter and twelfth lunar month had arrived in the blink of an eye.

Those with a lower cultivation base were almost so scared that they fell directly into the cloud head. Hao Xuan reacted, and his face was pale in the absolute suppression of the level. There were also those who were cultivating in meditation, and they were also frozen to wake up. Everyone was alarmed, and Qi Qi looked at the white-robed Dao Zun.

To make such a big noise, there is no one else but Lu Cang.

The kind-hearted old man next to Lu Cang also had a bitter face, and he was the first to ask, "Nephew Lu, but what happened?"

Lu Cang didn't even look at him, his eyes stared at the void, as if he was in a trance, before he said, "It's nothing."

"Then you..."

"A momentary negligence."

After Lu Cang Han finished speaking, he slowly lowered his eyes, and the pressure that spread out gradually retracted into his body. He moved his fingertips slightly, and everyone found that a layer of mist was shrouded around him, covering his figure in it, and only a hazy white shadow could be seen.

Although everyone didn't believe this rhetoric, no one dared to go forward and ask questions. After a while, seeing the situation subside, all the eyes that were directed at Lu Cang were withdrawn one by one.

Only the old man next to him was close, and he vaguely seemed to see that Lu Cang was enduring something. His straight back showed a tense state of force.

There was even a moment when he heard a low groan. At that moment, the aura around Lu Cang was violently churning, but he was stubbornly suppressed in the mist and never let out a single bit of it.

Nephew Lu, did something go wrong in his practice, or what? The old man couldn't help but think with some worry.

He didn't know that, in the white fog, the Taoist Lu Cang, who was cast by ice and snow in the eyes of outsiders, was now producing fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

No one could hear him, the young girl whispering softly was echoing in his ears, and the voice was endless.

"Master, Master, Master..." She kept calling him softly, one after another, turning into an invisible chain, wrapping him around him.

"Sure enough... it's not you. If it was really Master, you would have thrown me out long ago, right?"

"Don't look at me, okay? This will make me feel like I've done something bad, obviously... it's not you." She tore off the ribbon from her hair and wrapped it around his eyes, the other side of the field of vision. Suddenly it got dark.

But his spiritual sense still sees everything clearly.

She cried and laughed at the same time, her little face was full of tears, but her eyes were full of unstoppable joy. It was as if there were no more regrets in this life, and his expression was full of satisfaction and happiness.

"Even if I'm going to die soon, I'm so happy, so happy. I got you, even if it's fake..."

"I love you, I love you so much." She cried and hugged him, like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood, and warm water droplets rolled on his shoulders, chest, and fell on his cool skin, like a It burned a few big holes in him. "After I die, will you remember me? Probably not? I'm afraid you will forget me soon."

"I heard that someone can go back in time and find out the cause of death. Don't look at me, don't see these pictures, you just continue to be your almighty, immaculate Taoist."

"If...you are the real master, how wonderful it would be..."

"Master, I'm so sleepy and want to sleep. In my next life, I want to be your apprentice, okay?"

One side is extremely cold, the other is extremely hot. On one side is the peeping from others, and on the other side is the girl's close ears. In a trance, Lu Cang had the illusion that his whole body was split in half, the huge contrast made him almost lost his mind and could no longer speak.

In the end, the beautiful girl lay in his arms with residual tears in her eyes and fell asleep exhausted. Her pink clothes and his snow-white robe were scattered around, their hairs were intertwined intimately, and her little face was placed on his chest.

In the sea of ​​pink flowers, the Taoist priest in white moved his fingertips slightly and slowly stroked the girl's smooth hair. He didn't look at the person in his arms, but slowly raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, his black pupils were deep and dark.