I'm really immortal

Throughout the ages, human beings have always longed for the sky, and countless pioneers even paid the price of their lives for it. However, it was not until modern times that this dream was truly realized, and it also changed the size of the earth in human minds.

Big and small are subjective descriptions and descriptions, not objective standards. The measurement data of the earth has not changed much, but it has indeed become much smaller.

The earth has become smaller, and so have the countries. Many people are not used to living in small countries on a small earth. This feeling sometimes affects many choices in daily life.

In the past, it would take a month to go to a place by horseback, which felt very far away. Now, if you take a high-speed train or plane, you will be there in a short time. It is very close, and the world has been shrunk.

Liu Changan stepped on Zhu Juntang's back, feeling a little emotional, thinking about the issues between man, nature and the earth.

After flying for a while, Zhu Juntang was forced to land without finishing her thoughts. However, instead of hovering on the top of Lushan Mountain and slowly lowering the altitude as she imagined, she was caught by Liu Changan and jumped directly from the air. It felt like an elevator suddenly accelerated and fell. , which makes people panic.

"Grandpa, can you keep flying like this and then fly to the moon?" Zhu Juntang asked excitedly.

"Are you three years old?" If he could fly to the moon like this, then Liu Changan had already flown back and forth between the earth and the moon countless times. Every time he went to the moon and brought some rocks back, he might have filled up the Pacific Ocean by now. .

He didn't think that Zhu Juntang even lacked such common sense, she was just too excited.

"I'm four years old!" Zhu Juntang said coquettishly, and then waved his hand to signal Liu Changan to help her untie her.

With a gentle tug, Liu Changan removed the seemingly tightly tied rope. The so-called rope skills now are all leftovers from Liu Changan's past play.

In Liu Changan's view, rope art is widely used, and it is indeed an art to achieve the ultimate in practical skills. However, many so-called rope artists now only know how to tie women into various patterns with ropes, and then take a few photos. Porn is porn. If you are perverted, you will be perverted, and you will refer to art for everything... Even if Liu Changan feels that art is of little use, it should not become a fig leaf for pornography and perversion.

As for finding a few admirers to interpret these works and interpret some so-called artistic opinions, it is even more ridiculous. It is just a low-level version of "forcing new words to express sorrow". After all, for some people who are good at bullshit , the pattern that shakes out when you pee is very simple for you to interpret.

For example: This guy likes to shake out patterns when he urinates, which fully illustrates his childlike nature, and the crazy graphic contrast illustrates his unruly mood at this time, and the sufficient amount pours out, and there is a kind of The joy of being released after being depressed is often like this in life. Without patience, how can we finally let go freely? We made a rubbing of the pattern of his peeing and made this painting called "Birds and Whales". The starting price is NT$10 million!

"Give this to me. I will use the photo just now to make a life-size wax figure, and then tie it to this aircraft to commemorate... commemorate..."

"To commemorate the first time you became a real mount?"

"To commemorate my first real flight, it was all with my magic power." Zhu Juntang confirmed that it takes a long time to make a wax figure. Even if the ability to use money requires speeding up, it will not take a day or two, not to mention the wax figure. Exquisite production requires slow work and meticulous work, so that it can perfectly restore Zhu Juntang's peerless appearance and fairy temperament.

It is impossible to completely restore it. The wax figure is a dead thing after all, without the innocent and lively agility of Zhu Juntang.

Fortunately, there are already relatively powerful wax figure production studios in China, which are more efficient. There is no need to go abroad to order. Once anything is mastered by the Chinese, it will inevitably improve production efficiency and reduce costs. The Chinese are not lazy. Dilly beautification has become a habit of craftsmanship.

"With your magic power?" Liu Changan wanted to throw her out again to see if she could fly with her own magic power.

Zhu Juntang nodded and didn't explain much. As we all know, people can't fly. Since she could fly, of course she relied on her magic power.

"You said it yourself, you are an immortal who walks on the moon, and I am your mount, a fairy sheep. How could an immortal choose an ordinary baa that can't fly as a mount? Of course you have to choose an immortal who can fly. Yeah." Zhu Juntang thought about it carefully and found sufficient proof, "Just now is the proof of this fact. On the surface, it seems that you threw me into the air, but in fact, this is the uniqueness of the immortal and the immortal's mount. In terms of take-off, my mana does not enable me to fly directly, but the fact that it enables me to fly actually occurs, which means that I take off with my own mana, do you understand?"

It sounds reasonable, but it is completely nonsense. Liu Changan frowned. What kind of nonsense is this?

But Liu Changan had calmed down and was too lazy to continue taming the sheep, and he didn't want to say anything more to her.

"There's another thing that I'm very confused about. Although you just mentioned commemorating the first time I became a real mount, I feel that in our recent conversations, you basically no longer say that I am your mount or anything like that. Then call me bleat, little sheep, and other cute names." Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Changan suspiciously.

"Do you have to use me as a mount for you to feel comfortable?" Liu Changan turned around and packed up the various tools on the rooftop balcony.

Taming the sheep was not successful, it was just causing trouble for himself. Liu Changan was cleaning up the various pieces of garbage that he had just made, and calmly summed up the useless work he had done.

"No, I think this is a signal. Just like I often snap my fingers, someone will bring what I need to me. These are all signals. People always convey various signals unconsciously, just like See if it is caught or understood. This change of yours is also a signal. I think it is a bit dangerous and I want to analyze it." Zhu Juntang frowned. There is nothing that can be done about it. Zhu Juntang can treat other people. Don't use your brain, because even if others face Zhu Juntang who has no brain, they can't do anything to her.

But Liu Changan is different. If Zhu Juntang doesn't use his brain, he may be tortured to death at any time, so he still needs to be vigilant.

The staff around him, assistants, bodyguards, nannies, maids, etc. are always catching the various signals sent out by Zhu Juntang and making their own understanding and response.

Facing Liu Changan, Zhu Juntang has to do this to him. This guy will not receive and actively understand the signals sent by Zhu Juntang, because he is too strong and can deal with her at will... This also gives Zhu Juntang a little precaution. He would inadvertently send out some signals when the enemy had an opportunity to seize the opportunity. Zhu Juntang caught it, and it was more or less useful... Although it was basically useless most of the time, the actual gap was too big, knowing that he was going to tear his little one apart. When her skirt and socks were removed, Zhu Juntang could only lie on the bed crying and being torn apart.

"If you don't call me 咩咩, Little Yang, Xianyang and so on... are you downplaying these labels on me? As for why you are downplaying... it's probably because you have unreasonable thoughts about me. If I have With a very strong label for a mount, you feel that you have unwanted thoughts about a mount, which is very shameful, so you try to downplay this label, so that when you do whatever you want to me, you feel that sense of guilt and shame, It’s not that strong anymore, as if it’s just satisfying one’s normal desires…”

Liu Changan really couldn't stand listening anymore. He had just decided to calm down and not be so irritable when taming sheep in the future, but how could he endure this?

So Liu Changan went to the trash can, took out the bamboo stick he had just thrown in, and walked towards Zhu Juntang.

"Ah... Gentleman... Gentleman... You are a fart gentleman!" Zhu Juntang exclaimed. He had no time to say nonsense like "a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands" and ran away quickly, waving his hands and bleating.

But how could Zhu Juntang run away from Liu Changan? Just as he ran to the living room, Zhu Juntang swooped down to the corner of the sofa and tried to fight back by throwing a pillow at Liu Changan, but Liu Changan had already held him down and hit his butt hard with a bamboo stick. He whipped her hard several times.

After Qin Yanan took a shower, she simply tidied up her hair and makeup, changed her clothes and came out, she saw Liu Changan holding the remote control, watching the TV changing channels with a heartbroken heart, and Zhu Juntang lying on the sofa crying.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yanan looked at Zhu Juntang who was lying on the sofa. She pressed her hands on the pillow, her cheek resting on the back of her hands, with tears in her eyes. She bent one foot up, then dropped it and kicked the sofa, uttering " Fairies have absolutely no temperament-related wails.

"He...he hit me!" Zhu Juntang climbed two steps on the sofa, pulled Qin Yanan's skirt and asked her to sit down, then lay on Qin Yanan's lap, pushed her head up a few times, and rubbed her for a while. posture, and then started to cry again, pointing to his butt, indicating that he was spanked here.

The lo skirt Zhu Juntang was wearing had fluffy bustles under the skirt. If it was done through the skirt, it would probably not be very painful. It seemed that it was done by lifting up the skirt. Qin Yanan couldn't just lift up the skirt to show Zhu Juntang. He helped Zhu Juntang up and said comfortingly: "It's okay, I'll show you the wound. If it's swollen, you have to apply some medicine quickly, otherwise the delicate skin and tender flesh will easily leave scars."

Zhu Juntang didn't want to leave a scar, so he quickly got up. He felt that his butt was burning, and the skin might really be broken. He couldn't help but feel frightened, was he really going to become an imperfect fairy?

This is absolutely unacceptable. Should we call a helicopter to take her to the airport and transfer her to the best hospital for treatment?

"I won't play with you anymore!" Zhu Juntang shouted at Liu Changan and followed Qin Yanan to the bedroom. He asked nervously: "Will there really be a scar?"

"It shouldn't be." Qin Yanan was actually just diverting Zhu Juntang's attention to prevent her from crying all the time. It was related to the scar on her butt, which was a big deal for Miss Zhu San.

As soon as Qin Yanan and Zhu Juntang walked into the bedroom, they heard a knock on the door. Qin Yanan came over and saw Liu Changan holding a small cup with a drop of clear liquid in it. Liu Changan said, "She really made me so angry just now that I couldn't smoke." No matter if there is something wrong with her butt, if she puts this on, there will be no scars."

"Okay... this isn't your saliva, is it?" Qin Yanan remembered that Liu Changan had also smeared saliva on her belly. Later, when something got into her belly, there was no trace left on her belly.

Liu Changan nodded, "I told you earlier, this is ambergris jade liquid, it is very precious. As long as I keep spitting on your belly, I can replenish it..."

Qin Yanan kicked him and closed the door.