Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing has never seen Hao Qingshan since they left that day.

Although he knew that Hao Qingshan was behind the scenes, He Chuanhua didn't seem to have any intention of confronting Hao Qingshan.

Compared to Hao Qingshan who raises and kills ghosts, He Chuanhua focuses more on ghost king Hongji.

He Chuanhua doesn't work, but draws divination symbols in their rented room every day, preparing for killing Hongji.

Song Yanqing mentioned the matter of Hao Qingshan a few times, but He Chuanhua didn't react much.

Even though there were more and more accidents near T University, He Chuanhua didn't want to see them. He only knew how to beat and kill the ghost king all day long, as if there was some irreconcilable hatred between the two.

"What are you always trying to do with Hongji?" Song Yanqing asked: "I don't really understand, but Hao Qingshan looks like he is setting up formations around T University, don't you care, I'm worried that he is planning to use the ghost king Hongji , to achieve what purpose.”

As he spoke, he opened the big T forum and handed the tablet to He Chuanhua.

Every message above reveals the fear in the heart of the person who left the message.

He Chuanhua stared at those messages, stared blankly for a long time, and said calmly: "The ghost king is still important, we can talk about this later."

After Song Yanqing knew that He Chuanhua was affected by the plot, all he could think about was to kill Hongji or die together.

He sighed, took the tablet back and never mentioned it again.

Although He Chuanhua had been picking the cheapest materials, Song Yanqing's money was no longer enough to support their livelihood.

Song Yanqing put together all the money in the bank cards, and it was enough to pay two months' rent.

He plans to start a live broadcast in a few days, live broadcast imitation makeup, and then sell some lucky charms he drew on Taobao.

He Chuanhua had just finished drawing a dozen talismans, and his eyes were straightened.

He took out his small notebook, and wrote down the money he owed Song Yanqing, planning to pay it back in the future.

When he raised his head, he saw Song Yanqing's fair back. He Chuanhua's gaze scanned his body inch by inch, and when Song Yanqing turned his head, he calmly arranged the talismans.

Song Yanqing didn't see his small movements, but the real-time data of the system told him all of He Chuanhua's little thoughts.

Song Yanqing looked at his Yimapingchuan body, but didn't see anything to be excited about.

"I'm going out for a while." Song Yanqing picked out a miniskirt and said casually: "There is no fruit at home, I'm going to buy some, do you have anything to eat?"

While talking, he was putting on his shirt, and when he turned around, he found that He Chuanhua had changed his miniskirt into a knee-length skirt.

Song Yanqing grinned and said, "It's very hot outside now, the one in your hand is too thick."

He Chuanhua pursed his lips, and as if compromising, he pulled out a pair of denim shorts and handed them over.

Song Yanqing smiled and said, "There is no wind outside, and I won't be blown up even if I wear a short skirt."

He Chuanhua didn't answer him, but said gently: "I want to buy some vegetables, and a bucket of purified water by the way. Let's go together, you can't carry it alone."

Recently, there was a perverted bird walking near T University. Song Yanqing guessed that He Chuanhua was worried that it would be unsafe for him to go out alone, so he nodded and said, "Don't wear too thick clothes, remember to bring some shopping bags."

He Chuanhua seemed to be sure that Song Yanqing would agree, and before Song Yanqing finished speaking, he began to change clothes.

He took off the loose vest on his upper body, reached out to take off his shorts, and just pulled them off a little, he suddenly felt a gaze staring at him eagerly.

He Chuanhua raised his head, Song Yanqing was leaning against the wall, looking at him with interest.Seeing him stop, he urged: "Why are you standing there, keep taking off."

Song Yanqing was just trying to scare He Chuanhua, after all He Chuanhua was always shy.

After he finished speaking, he folded his arms and waited to see He Chuanhua's blushing face. He Chuanhua suddenly laughed when he saw the playful expression on Song Yanqing's face. He slowly unbuttoned his belt and pulled down the shorts facing Song Yanqing. Said: "Do you want to take it off?"

Song Yanqing glanced at his underwear, took a deep breath and said, "No need, I'm going out to get some fresh air, it's really stuffy without an air conditioner."

He Chuanhua looked at his stiff back, his eyes were dim, and his breathing became short for a moment.

He took a sip of ice water to calm himself down, and quickly put on his clothes to catch up.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Song Yanqing patted his slightly hot face and said to the system: "Big, envious, I want it too. Next time the world remembers to equip me with a size that makes me proud." '

The usually second-return system rarely fell silent, and it paused for a long time before replying: [Mr. Song, your proposal is not realistic, and the system can hardly meet your needs. ]

Song Yanqing was just talking casually, and when he heard what the system said, he asked curiously: "Why is it unrealistic? Didn't you choose my body?" '

The system stopped talking, Song Yanqing asked again, it was the internal optimization and upgrade of the system, and it will be opened after maintenance.

Song Yanqing suspected that his words were too blunt, causing the system to be infected with a virus.

There was no system to chat with him, and no real-time data for reference, which made Song Yanqing a little at a loss.

When he saw He Chuanhua, this sense of helplessness became even stronger.

"Let's go." He Chuanhua said and stretched out his hand to pull his wrist, they often do this kind of small gesture.

Usually it was Song Yanqing who took the initiative, but now He Chuanhua's nails just touched his skin.Song Yanqing suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded.

He Chuanhua's hand stopped in the air, his eyes fell on Song Yanqing's red ears, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a suspicious voice: "What's wrong?"

Song Yanqing's mind was full of the scene he had just seen. He looked at He Chuanhua, who was not blushing and heartbeating, and habitually poked the system and said, "I thought he was a restrained old cadre, but I didn't expect him to be an old driver who is a showman." '

[Real number data: 93/100, evaluation: his shy appearance is so cute. ] The system replied: [Obviously, Mr. Song's judgment is correct. ]

Song Yanqing said: "Didn't you go to level up?" '

The system fell silent, no matter what Song Yanqing called it, it would not come out.

When Song Yanqing asked, she replied automatically, saying that it was being upgraded.

After He Chuanhua was rejected once, she didn't pull Song Yanqing's wrist again.

He walked beside Song Yanqing, but he was thinking about his amulet in his heart.

That day, in order to prove his identity, he gave the amulet to Hao Qingshan.

When he wanted to look for it again, the amulet and red cloth thrown to the ground by Hao Qingshan were gone.

He Chuanhua had an intuition that that thing was very important to him, but whenever he wanted to get to the bottom of it, the idea of ​​killing Hongji would emerge.

It seems that only by killing Hongji can he focus on other things.

Sometimes He Chuanhua would wonder why he had to kill Hongji, and in the end he only came up with one reason.The king of ghosts came to the world to bring disaster to the world.

As for whether Hongji is harmful or not, is it a good ghost?He Chuanhua didn't think about it, he automatically ignored it.

It was really hot outside, and Song Yanqing let out a long sigh of relief when he entered the shopping mall.

He picked and picked in the supermarket, trying to find a way to reduce the price to the lowest, and then dragged He Chuanhua to check out.

Before leaving, he passed the dairy area, Song Yanqing took He Chuanhua to stand there for a long time to cool off.

There was a type of yogurt on the shelf, buy one get one free, Song Yanqing looked at the budget, and said to He Chuanhua, "Want to drink it?"

He Chuanhua shook his head and said, "I don't want to drink."

Song Yanqing didn't think much, he calculated the price and asked casually: "Don't you like drinking yogurt?"

He Chuanhua didn't answer him, Song Yanqing looked over suspiciously, He Chuanhua frowned with embarrassment.

Song Yanqing was taken aback for a moment, and he asked hesitantly, "Have you ever drank?"

He Chuanhua recalled the days when he was eating steamed buns under the overpass, and said calmly, "Yes, but it's not necessary."

When Song Yanqing heard it, oh, I really haven't drunk it.

He threw the yogurt into the shopping cart, turned to He Chuanhua and said, "You take one cup and I take another cup. You don't have to pay back the money, just treat it as my treat."

He Chuanhua didn't speak, just smiled and reached out to touch his head and said, "Thank you."

Not knowing how to thank you by touching your head, Song Yanqing shook off his hand and pushed the cart over to pay the bill.

In front of him was a tall man with a strong build.Wearing a mask on a hot day, with only a pair of eyes exposed, pretending to pick up chewing gum, his eyes kept drifting to Song Yanqing's thigh.

Song Yanqing didn't feel anything, but He Chuanhua was not happy.The checkout passage was narrow, so he forced himself to squeeze in front of Song Yanqing, firmly blocking Song Yanqing.

The man clicked his tongue, turned his head, and seemed to just glance at them casually.

Song Yanqing poked He Chuanhua's back and whispered, "Why are you nervous, it's all men."

As he spoke, he stretched his legs and said, "What's the difference?"

He Chuanhua looked at Song Yanqing's slender and fair legs, his hands were slightly itchy, and he just wanted to touch them.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to write three thousand, but halfway through writing, I found hives.No wonder I have been itchy all night, and I still have small bags on my body.

My eyes were itchy, and I agreed to the daily update again, so I decided to post what I wrote!

If tomorrow is better, make up for the hundreds of words that were missing today! ! !

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