The Sick Beauty Immortal Lord Ended up in Shura After Tearing up the Wrong Script

The chief disciple of Wangqing Sect, Chu Pheasant, had his legs amputated and his spiritual roots destroyed for the crime of murdering his master and treason, and was given to the mysterious Immortal Lord of Yunmeng Immortal Mansion as a Taoist companion. Everyone knows that Yunmeng Immortal Mansion and the Wangqing Sect have an indescribable connection, and their hatred is as deep as the sky. They believe that Chu Pheasant will definitely die without a complete body in the hands of the Immortal Lord. Even the task given by the system is to kill Chu Pheasant. However... In the past two hundred years, Shen Xingyao, a professional troublemaker who lived through books and lived his life as the ancestor of the entire world of cultivation, looked back on his life of having everything he wanted, and his only regret was that he lacked a beauty. There is a Taoist monk who comes to your door, why don't you pamper him well? As Chu Pheasant Wanfu pointed out, people are betrayed and separated from their relatives, and they always fall into nightmares late at night. Shen Xingyao knew that he felt uncomfortable, so he stayed with him every night to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, you will still have me in the future." Chu Pheasant lost all his cultivation and his genius became useless. Shen Xingyao did not hesitate to offend the elders of the Immortal Mansion and used the secret treasure to rebuild his spiritual roots. "The person I like must be the best besides me." Shen Xingyao always felt that this wooden person, cold and shy, was not at all like the villain in the book who was always talking and laughing. However, what he didn't know was that Chu Pheasant had already turned extremely dark. Shen Xingyao was extremely docile during the day. At night, Shen Xingyao was woken up from his deep sleep. A warm hand opened the lapel of his clothes and said, "The Immortal Lord has helped me so much. It's time for me to serve the Immortal Lord." Shen Xingyao: "Well..." Shen Xingyao opened his eyes fiercely, looked at the wolf who had imprisoned him in his arms, and reflected on whether he had torn up the wrong script: "Huh? Let's talk it over carefully, please don't touch him, okay?" Shen Xingyao: Is it still too late to kill the villain with your own hands? ? Intention: Only with good intentions can you always succeed.