The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 434
Waves rose suddenly on the water surface, Cen Mu opened his eyes, and immediately made a move in his hand, which was stopped in an instant, and he met those dark black eyes.

The dark obsidian-like starry sky will attract people into it.I don't know if my heartbeat is about to stop, or faster.

Cen Mu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

When I was stunned, there was a gust of wind in front of me, accompanied by a clean and pleasant scent of camellias.

"Why are you free to come here?"

Cen Mu looked away calmly, covering up the dodging emotions in his eyes.

He thought to himself, this person still smells good.

"You can come, why can't I come?"

Si Yan sank into the water indifferently, and closed his eyes, as if he had come to rest.

Cen Mu smiled lowly: "That's different. I'm not self-motivated. I just eat, drink and have fun when I sleep. I'm not like you. I have to practice and improve all day long."

The steam in the hot spring was dense, covering the faces of the two people, which was vague and not obvious.

After Cen Mu finished speaking, the people on the opposite side didn't answer, and the atmosphere seemed too frozen.

He was idle, raised his hand and threw a handful of water over.

The person on the opposite side also opened their eyes instantly, and an air barrier immediately blocked the water column that was playing around, turning into raindrops and falling into the hot spring again.

On the side of the spring water, fallen leaves are colorful, slowly blowing into the pool water with the wind in the valley, floating along the lines of the water surface, aimlessly.

Cen Mu chuckled: "If you become immortals in the future, don't forget me."

I don't know if it touched on Si Yan's sad matter, he suddenly lowered his eyes, the expression in his eyes was a little lonely.

"Immortal?"

He sneered, as if he heard some ridiculous words.

"That place in the sky is not as good as here."

Cen Mu, who was playing in the water, was startled, he raised his head, thinking he had heard wrong.

Then, he leaned lazily on the stone behind him.

"Ah, you can fly. You really don't like the sky. But I'm talking about the Nine Heavens. The place where the gods live is not really hanging in the air, it's different from the trees."

Si Yan frowned slightly, and glanced at him as if looking at a fool.

He didn't explain too much, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all.

The fallen peach blossoms fell on his hand, he twisted his fingers, a few petals danced at his fingertips, and entwined around his fingertips with the wind blowing from the valley.

He laughed and snorted softly.

"In this valley, there are beautiful scenery in four seasons. To be honest, I don't want to change places. I will stay here for the rest of my life, and it will be good until I die."

Monsters live a long life, but they are not immortal.

Si Yan suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards him.

"Cultivation is really difficult for you?"

"No, I just think it doesn't matter whether you become a fairy or not. You don't have that kind of worldly pursuit, do you understand? That's right, I sleep here, and I sleep in heaven, so why move my nest."

He was indifferent, as if the only thing that could attract him in this world was lying down and doing nothing.

Live without purpose.

But so what?
"Then if, so that we can always be friends, are you unwilling to practice?"

Si Yan suddenly spoke seriously and looked at him seriously.

Cen Mu didn't understand, and stared at him blankly.

Si Yan said: "If we can become immortals, we can always... be friends."

"There is no such thing as always, and, even though I am a demon, I can live for a long time."

Cen Mu laughed.

"Things are impermanent, who knows what will happen in the future, only when there is parting will there be nostalgia."

(End of this chapter)