After Escaping, the Imperial Master Became Bai Yueguang

[First launched in Jinjiang, other websites are pirated, with elements of having children! OvO [Pre-receipt: The years when Sword Spirit and I fell in love and killed each other, the text is at the end*] When he was going through the Ascension Tribulation, the Heavenly Dao issued a decree to Luo Zewei: Ten years from now, a big hole will fall in the sky. Only by assisting the True Dragon to ascend the throne and complete the sky-repairing plan can he ascend to immortality. From then on, as the Great Yong Imperial Master, he worked diligently to teach the prince Xie Jing, the reincarnation of the real dragon, and worked hard for the plan to mend the sky. As a well-known immortal in the three realms, Luo Zewei was always surrounded by stars wherever he went, but this time he repeatedly ran into obstacles. Not to mention the thinness of spiritual energy in the mortal world, even if one has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, he is still an ordinary mortal here. The little prince Xie Jing he wanted to assist didn't look like a dragon at all - more like a vicious dog. Xie Jing's daily life, apart from studying and practicing, is thinking about how to tear his imperial master to pieces. When Emperor Yong died and Xie Jing succeeded to the throne, the imperial advisor who was once under one person became a sycophant despised by thousands of people. Everyone knows that Luo Zewei is the reincarnation of a fox demon, who seduced the late emperor and built a lot of construction projects. Beauty is a disaster. Luo Zewei even had a precognitive dream at this time. At the new emperor's ceremony to worship heaven, he was stabbed to death by the emperor who raised him with his own hands. The blood dyed the banquet rooftop red and alerted Luo Zewei. On the day of offering sacrifices to heaven, the national preceptor Luo Zewei jumped down from the high platform. This national teacher, he quits. While he escaped from the imperial capital on the pretext of death and continued to complete the finishing work of mending the sky, the new emperor was also frantically searching for someone. He did not hesitate to search through thousands of mountains and rivers, arresting people with similar looks, just to tie the imperial master back and execute him on the spot with his own hands. The new emperor even paid a private visit incognito and searched for the person himself. Looking at the uncertain little emperor appearing in front of him, Luo Ze silently covered his face and disguised himself. However, just when he was about to succeed in repairing the sky, he lost all his cultivation and his disguise was peeled off. Xie Jing, who should have hated him to the core, suddenly turned red in the eyes and hugged him. Luo Zewei:? What about the Fa-rectification promised on the spot? Xie Jing's voice was low and hoarse, with the fear of regaining something: The Imperial Master can mend the gap in the sky, can you also mend the crack in my heart? After you die, those worst relationships become a knife smeared with sweet wine, and every bit of it is carved into your heart. I am intoxicated with it and will never forget it. * Xie Jing will never forget that day. On the sacrificial platform, in front of the eyes of all the people, the pure face of the Imperial Master was stained with blood, and he clasped the blade of his sword tightly with his knuckles, smiling briefly but thrillingly at him. He dropped his sword and rushed toward the crumbling figure. However, his fingertips brushed against the corners of clothes as soft as clouds, and he could only watch Luo Ze fall like a feather. In the early spring after the cold winter, the new emperor sat in the warm breeze, hugging the cold remains of his imperial master. His eyes were filled with lush vegetation, but his frozen eyes were completely lifeless. From then on, in the dark palace, the sky outside the four walls was no longer bright and clear. Xie Jing got the throne and was surrounded by mountains and rivers, but she lost her pure and holy figure like snow. He lost his imperial master. HighlightPregnancy warning! ! 1. The cold, sick, but capable American Imperial Master was attacked by the paranoid little wolfdog Emperor of ×× years. 2. The unorthodox court story contains a lot of fairy and chivalrous elements. Please do not take it seriously when reading Gong Du in Kindergarten. 3. If you can't accept having children, you can read the next book. There is no need to tell me that you don't like to read or listen to it. You are a bastard chanting sutras o. O Cover authorization: [Clover] Duoduo ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊Advance copy receipt＊＊＊＊＊＊ Serving Guide: The cold sick beauty Immortal Lord who is scumbag and unaware of it vs. The Black Lotus Demon King Sword Spirit The number one sword cultivator in the Three Realms, Feng Qingyun, lives up to his name. He has a graceful and elegant style that is not stained by fine dust. If it weren't for everyone's knowledge of his romantic nature, the long queue for marriage proposals would probably go around the human world. Female cultivators: I heard that Feng Xianzun sang and sang every night, surrounded by beauties, and flirted with her without marrying her. Such a scumbag is destined to be an orphan! When he heard this rumor, Feng Qingyun smiled disdainfully and continued to take care of the ancient fierce sword Xuanwu picked up from the crack in the sky. After wiping it, the fierce sword Xuanwu transformed into a beautiful young man, leaning in his arms as tenderly as water: "Is it just me and my sword that can be caressed by the immortal, or are all my brothers and sisters?" Feng Qingyun pushed Xuan Wu away expressionlessly: "Put away your flirtatious eyes, I still have ten thousand spiritual swords like yours." As soon as the words fell, the entire palace was filled with colorful auras. For a moment, the whole palace was filled with plump and thin birds, and hundreds of flowers bloomed. Handsome men and beautiful women with different styles left nowhere to stay in the huge palace. He has too many swords, and so are the ancient fierce swords. When you are tired of using them, you can throw them aside to eat dust. Until the stars in the sky changed and the ghost world invaded. Feng Qingyun held the Xuanwu to kill the Ghost King of Fengdu, but accidentally asked the dying ghost king to seal the Xuanwu into his spiritual veins. Since then, the Immortal Lord of the generation has been seriously injured and has become a useless person, while the fierce sword Xuanwu can only swallow Feng Qingyun's spiritual power to maintain his spiritual consciousness. ＊ In the dead of night, the sick and torn-up Immortal Lord's face was crimson, and his hands were clasped by a fierce sword and tied in front of the Bogu frame. Under the gaze of Ten Thousand Spiritual Swords, Xuan Wu raised his chin and played with the blood-stained thin lips wantonly. "Immortal Lord, from now on, your sword can only be mine." He wanted to crush Feng Qingyun's self-esteem so that he could only hold his sword in his body and heart. Then, when he breaks through the seal, he will abandon this prodigal immortal, and then let him suffer all kinds of torture, and he will not be able to survive or die! ＊ Years later, Feng Xianzun, who had been silent for a long time, finally recovered from illness and came out of isolation. People were waiting for him to continue to create romantic scandals. Feng Qingyun lived up to expectations and broke another shocking piece of gossip—— The Supreme Ghost King of the Ghost Realm, who was once as powerful as Feng Xian Zun, knelt down in front of Feng Xian Zun's mountain gate and cried for three days and three nights, only begging Xian Zun to marry him home! Everyone in the cultivation world:? ? ! Shocked me for ten thousand years! Intention: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth