Wangxiantai

*Xia Ke Shang Literature As the number one person in the Immortal Way, Zhu Fenlang is cold and noble, with a long jade body standing in the clouds. No one dares to blaspheme. Occasionally, if you accidentally fall into the poison of ancient love, your meridians will suffer from the burning pain late at night, just like thousands of ants gnawing, which is extremely unbearable. In a state of confusion and infatuation, Zhu Fenlan lost consciousness and fell into a warm embrace behind her with unsteady steps. For several months, it was chaos every night. The love poison was cured, but he didn't know who the other person was. I thought I was back in the day-to-day practice of Qing Dynasty, but one day a Fairy Pingting came to my door, claiming that she was related to Zhu Fenlan by marriage, and took out the marriage contract made by her family thousands of years ago. The marriage contract was true, it was indeed made by Zhu Fenlan's parents when he was young. The fairy is dignified and beautiful, and she is also the head of the Sword Sect. Her status and appearance match her perfectly. For a time, everyone said that the two were a match made in heaven, and they were waiting to participate in the Taoist marriage of the first person in the immortal way. But where no one noticed, lurking next to Zhu Fenlan, a low-key young man in black held the sword coldly and slowly raised his head. A pair of phoenix eyes stared at the back of the number one person in the immortal world, revealing the suffocating extreme madness. "... Taoist companion?" The young man in black pressed forward step by step, revealing a fierce aura that was completely opposite to before, like a beast that had been dormant and finally couldn't help but open its fangs, his eyes were reddish, possessiveness was rolling, and he couldn't help but stare at the lover who was about to abandon him. Zhu Fenglan watched his most trusted subordinate approach step by step. When he was stunned, he was picked up by the other party's long arms, and his waist was restrained with an astonishing force, which was considered offensive. "Don't you want to know who detoxified you?" The young man in black blasphemously pressed the flower of the high mountains in front of him. His breath was hot and familiar, revealing his burning heart. His voice was dry and hoarse, and his emotions had been suppressed for thousands of years and had long since become twisted and crazy: "... It's me." The Flower of the High Mountain × The lower one defeats the upper one The copy was written on March 12, 2025 Intention: Don't give up easily