Help! The beautiful host is acting like a love brain

Bo Wenli smiled and said, "What's wrong? Isn't it possible? Don't you always complain that you want to be a little waste and do nothing, eat and sleep every day?"

An Chuci curled his lips and said, "In other words, if there is something I really have to do, can I really be a waste and do nothing?"

Bo Wen bowed and his eyes flashed slightly.

Bo Wenli snorted with unknown meaning, took An Chuci's hand, lowered his head slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Isn't this bad? It's so happy to be a waste. They say those who can work hard, I really hope You won’t be able to rely on me for anything.”

An Chuci lowered his head along with Bo Wenli, followed his eyes and came to his eyes, saying: "Is it about me? Is there anything you want to tell me? I have lost a lot of memories. I don't remember this period of time." Something special happened, and I don’t know why you said that, let alone the reason for your emotional changes. You have to tell me, you can’t keep it to yourself, we won’t be happy if you do this.”

Bo Wenli pursed his lips and said: "Those things... I hope you don't remember, but I hope you remember. I don't want to tell you, but I want you to know."

An Chuci reached out and pinched Bo Wenli's cheek and said, "How will I know if you don't tell me? Stop being contradictory and just talk to me."

Bo Wenli closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "I want to hold you."

An Chuci smiled and threw herself into his arms, "Okay, okay, hold you. Do you want to talk to me while holding you?"

Bo Wenli hugged An Chuci tightly, sticking to An Chuci for a long time before Bo Wenli said, "Actually, yesterday was the day you committed suicide."

An Chuci was stunned, and his head was full of questions: "? Me? Suicide? When? Are you kidding? How is it possible? How could I commit suicide if I cherish my life so much? Moreover, my life cannot be ended whenever I want. . Although I don’t remember the reason, I remember that I live as long as heaven. Unless the world is destroyed, how can I die?"

Hearing this, Bo Wenli hugged An Chuci tighter, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of resentment and fear, "Just because you live the same life as heaven, you are the only one in this world who can die for heaven. They all force you, they all Please... I hate them so much. Everyone wants you to die, they all want you to die!"

Bo Wenli said the last two words with gritted teeth and resentment. An Chuci hurriedly held Bo Wenli's clenched hand and comforted him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited. What's going on? Who are they?"

Bo Wenli held An Chuci's hand and gritted his teeth and said: "They are them, everyone in this world. No, not only people, but also demons and gods. There are also the culprits, the demons in the demon world. They are the ones who deserve to die. Even if all living things in the world die, it will not be your turn to die. They are the ones who deserve to die the most! But they want to use your life to fill the hole. It is obviously their own fault!"

Seeing that Bo Wenli was getting more and more excited as he spoke a few simple words, An Chuci quickly raised his hand to hold Bo Wenli's face and kissed her comfortingly, saying: "Okay, okay, be good, don't be excited. Stop being angry, be good, let's go" I kiss you."

Bo Wenli's eyes were red. He just remembered a little bit of the scene back then, and he hated it so much.

Since then, he has hated everyone in the world, all demons and gods, and all living creatures.

Call him cold-blooded or callous, anyway, he regards all beings except An Chuci as enemies without any distinction.

An Chuci hugged Bo Wenli and comforted him softly, probably having a guess in his mind.

What Bo Wenli said wasn't much, but it was quite crucial, and it was enough for An Chuci to make up his own mind.

Maybe something happened that year, maybe it was a natural disaster, maybe it was a man-made disaster. In short, things must have reached the worst point at that time.

Although An Chuci didn't quite remember why he lived the same life as heaven, but since he had become this [Son of Destiny], [Protagonist], [Savior]... then he must be the only one who could solve the current disaster.

He probably needs to sacrifice his life to fill the hole.

It is inevitable for the world to seek him, and it is inevitable for him to agree to die for heaven.

No matter when, if An Chuci is required to do these things, An Chuci will definitely do it.

No matter whether An Chuci is the Holy Father or not, no matter whether An Chuci is a great grievance, no matter whether An Chuci has the world in mind, is truly compassionate or for any other reason, put everything aside. Just to let his lover survive, this reason alone was enough for An Chu to resign.

But why Bo Wenli died instead of himself in the end depends on what Bo Wenli did.

An Chuci hugged Bo Wenli and gently stroked Bo Wenli's back to comfort him.

But it's probably impossible to ask now. Bo Wenli was so excited after just saying these few words. Now that Bo Wenli's broken soul has not been completely collected and the soul is still completely unstable, An Chuci did not dare to ask any more questions.

An Chuci secretly wrote down this date, but found that it happened to be half July.

Yesterday, half of July, is the day when the gates of hell are said to be wide open, the day with the heaviest yin energy in the whole year.

Why was it yesterday? Why is it July and a half?

An Chuci was thinking secretly in his heart. After thinking about it, An Chuci suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Bo Wenli's hand.

An Chuci: "...What are you doing?"

Bo Wenli buried his head in An Chuci's neck, "Hey."

An Chuci slapped Bo Wenli on the head without mercy, "What's wrong with you? Little Huanglong!"

Bo Wenli said "ouch" and said, "Aren't I trying to divert my attention and change my mood?"

An Chuci: "Shit! It's impossible. You don't want to touch me today. My waist is still hurting. I'm going to take a shower. You can stay here and reflect on it. If you still want to do it, then you can sleep in the living room today."

After saying that, An Chuci knocked Bo Wenli on the head again before leaving angrily.

Bo Wenli picked up the small whip pulled by An Chuci and said with a smile, "Then is this really a waste?"

An Chuci then turned around and came back to snatch the whip away, saying: "This is [whip anyone to death] bought from the system mall. When I flicked the whip on you just now, I held back my strength, otherwise you would be half alive now." It’s gone. You still want to play with this? It’s worth your life, you idiot.”

Bo Wenli's face was full of regret: "Oh... okay, then I will buy a normal one online now."

An Chuci raised his foot and kicked down the angry little Huanglong.

After Bo Wen bowed, he leaned on the sofa and chuckled softly. An Chuci glared at him, turned around and walked away angrily.

After An Chuci closed the door, the smile on Bo Wenli's face gradually faded.

The emotion in Bo Wenli's eyes gradually became cold. After he slowly exhaled, Bo Wenli's phone vibrated slightly.

Bo Wenli took it out and took a look at it, then pressed the breath screen, stood up and entered An Chuci's room.