Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Facts have proved that He Chuanhua is a very easy to satisfy person.Although Mo Nanchen's shadow is everywhere on him, he is still too innocent.

After the deep kiss with Song Yanqing, He Chuanhua's whole body became energetic, and even those little thoughts hidden in the corner couldn't help popping out.

It was extremely hot at noon in summer, and there were not many people outside.It's not yet time for couples to date, and this remote grove is even more inaccessible.

He Chuanhua would often secretly kiss Song Yanqing at night, he would bite his lips nervously, and kiss his neck trying to leave his mark on him, but reason told him that Song Yanqing must not let Song Yanqing discover his dirty behavior.

But it's different now, he can clearly feel the tip of Song Yanqing's tongue brushing his lips and teeth.The man's breath was hot on his skin, nearly burning him.

He Chuanhua only felt that his heart was beating fast, sweat was flowing down slowly, and his body was very hot.

After the initial nervousness, He Chuanhua quickly figured out the skill of kissing.

He couldn't restrain himself any longer, he pressed Song Yanqing against the tree, kissed him little by little, and said "I love you" uncontrollably.

Song Yanqing originally planned to kiss, but He Chuanhua obviously didn't intend to stop there.

He kissed Song Yanqing excitedly, the temperature on his hand was frighteningly hot.

But the air is getting hotter and hotter, and He Chuanhua, who used to be calm and self-controlled, seems to be about to lose control.He kissed Song Yanqing intimately, which made Song Yanqing realize that they should stop.

He gently pushed He Chuanhua, and He Chuanhua's body froze, he grunted and reluctantly let go, and straightened Song Yanqing's clothes with red eyes.

Song Yanqing supported the tree and panted slightly, while He Chuanhua panted heavily, looking at him with a docile face.His hands dangled back and forth, constantly rubbing against the red cloth on Song Yanqing's wrist.

The movement was light and gentle, carefully testing him.

He was obviously tall and strong, but he stood obediently in front of Song Yanqing, looking at him with bright eyes.

Song Yanqing knew that He Chuanhua wanted to pick off his red cloth, but she didn't dare to do it.He Chuanhua's fingers poked his heart itchy, and he said to the system: "To be honest, this is the first time I think the word cute can be used on a man who is more than 1.8 meters tall." '

[Mr. Song likes him? ] asked the system.

Song Yanqing held He Chuanhua's big hand that was about to move, and said softly, "I like it, even if I know that he is trying to please me, I also like it." '

He Chuanhua let him lead him, thinking that it was still the red cloth.

Song Yanqing thought for a long time, and felt that she could no longer hide it.

In front of He Chuanhua, he raised his finger and pointed to the red cloth strip and said, "This is the red line of my marriage. I have a lover, and I have been waiting for that person to reincarnate and come to me."

He Chuanhua nodded calmly, but clasped his hands nervously.

Song Yanqing looked at his gradually pale face, Gogou said gently, "The person wearing the other red cloth is the one I'm waiting for."

If Song Yanqing's guess is correct, He Chuanhua should also have a red cloth, but he didn't wear it all the time like him.

He Chuanhua thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "There is a red cloth in the amulet my master gave me, which is very similar to yours."

Song Yanqing laughed, he slightly raised his head and waited for He Chuanhua to open his mind.

He Chuanhua, who usually has a very fast mind, is now extremely stupid.

He pursed his lips tightly, stared straight at Song Yanqing, held back for a while, and said with a little grievance: "It is my master you are waiting for? But he has passed away, you can't wait."

Song Yanqing originally wanted to say, yes, I am waiting for you.

After hearing He Chuanhua's words, Song Yanqing silently swallowed the words back.

He took a deep breath, waved his hands with a dark face, and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you again."

He Chuanhua was stunned for a few seconds before reacting abruptly.He didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all, he held Song Yanqing's hand cheekily and grinned.

Song Yanqing let him hug her, and introspected in her heart why she fell in love with this silly dog.

The silly dog ​​happily rubbed against him. After rubbing for a while, he still felt dissatisfied. He held him in his arms and kissed him for a long time. He didn't stop until he heard the sound of playing and playing in the distance.

"So happy?" Song Yanqing held a small mirror, looked at her red and swollen lips, and asked with a smile: "I told you I like you, why are you so nervous?"

He Chuanhua had already calmed down. He sat beside Song Yanqing and said in a gentle voice, "I'm worried that I can't compare to the person in your heart."

"It was you that I liked in my previous life, and it's still you in this life." Song Yanqing fanned the wind and said with a smile, "We're all alone, what's the comparison?"

He Chuanhua didn't speak, his expression was a little gloomy.

"By the way, where is your red cloth strip?" Song Yanqing asked.

He Chuanhua said: "In order to prove my identity, I gave the amulet to Hao Qingshan, but I haven't found it since then. Thinking about it now, Hao Qingshan probably took it away."

Song Yanqing nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Since we've said it, you should find a way to get your obsession back."

He thought that He Chuanhua would not be awkward again, but he twisted his head and stiffened his neck, and refused to do anything.

"That's yourself, why are you jealous of yourself." Song Yanqing kissed He Chuanhua's cheek, nodded his head and said, "Why didn't I see that you are so jealous before."

Even though Song Yanqing was very close, He Chuanhua still felt that he had lost, lost to a dead person.

"How far have we been in our previous life?" He Chuanhua looked at the red cloth strip on Song Yanqing's wrist, and asked sourly, "Are you married, have you done it?"

Song Yanqing didn't expect He Chuanhua to be so jealous of himself, he smiled helplessly: "I'm not married, I haven't done it before."

He Chuanhua's face looked better, and he continued to ask: "Why? We separated?"

Song Yanqing's smile froze, and the scene of them being besieged could not help appearing in his mind.Mo Nanchen's tears fell on his face, those eyes full of despair and pain were deeply imprinted in his memory and could not be erased.

He took a deep breath and pondered: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the last life was not very good. You and I just had time to kiss once, and then we died together."

Song Yanqing said, thinking of the ending of He Chuanhua in this world.He paused, and said softly: "I don't know if I will live a better life in this life. It's so funny that you are jealous. I really want to watch it a few more times."

He Chuanhua kept counting with his fingers, he couldn't count his own fate, but he could count the lives of others.

He still remembered that some time ago, he told Song Yanqing's fortune, and what he got was that Song Yanqing would live to old age in peace.

But now when he did the calculations again, he found that Song Yanqing would not survive this year.

He Chuanhua thought that he had made a mistake in his calculations, but after all his calculations, this was the result.

He looked at Song Yanqing who was in a daze for a while, and stretched out his hand to hug him gently.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanqing asked.

He Chuanhua didn't answer. In his previous life, he failed to protect the person in front of him. In this life, he wanted to protect him for the rest of his life and grow old with him.

They stayed in T University until nightfall when they entered the men's dormitory. After He Chuanhua turned around a few times, he dragged Song Yanqing out quickly with a solemn expression.

He grabbed Song Yanqing and said in a low voice: "There are no ghosts, they were not taken away by errands, the ghosts of those students were eaten."

The street lamps stretched the shadows of the two people extremely long, Song Yanqing held He Chuanhua's hand and tilted his head and asked, "Can you tell who it is?"

He Chuanhua said with a dark face: "It's Hao Qingshan."

Song Yanqing asked blankly, "What did he eat?"

"No, he is raising ghosts. He drives the evil ghosts to kill those students, and then feeds the souls of the students to the ghosts he raised." He Chuanhua said: "I saw his formation, he wants to become a ghost king, If you kill it again, the merit of killing the ghost king will be his."

Song Yanqing didn't understand why he did this. He Chuanhua sneered and said, "We don't know how to change our fate. Since we can't change our fate in this life, we should find a way to make our next life better. He didn't even think about it. If these deeds are discovered by the underworld, will he still have another life?"

"Do you want to take care of it?" Song Yanqing said.

He Chuanhua rubbed Song Yanqing's palms and said: "What he wants is the ghost king, and Hongji is probably one of his goals. Since he agreed to help Hongji hold the battle, Hao Qingshan can no longer be allowed to do so."

From that day on, He Chuanhua became extremely busy.

He spent several days on the talisman, and his whole body became depressed.He had black and blue eye circles, and a little stubble appeared on his chin.

He asked Song Yanqing for a sum of money, put his belongings into a travel backpack, packed up and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, he pressed Song Yanqing on the bed, kissed his brows and eyes delicately, and bit his lips.

It wasn't until Song Yanqing's breathing became messy that He Chuanhua let him go.

"I haven't learned much about raising ghosts and gathering Yin formations. Now that Hao Qingshan hides himself with formations, I can't find him." He Chuanhua licked Song Yanqing's earlobe, playing with his slightly long hair and murmured Said: "Some of Master's friends are still alive, and I plan to ask them for help. It just so happens that the day when the Red Grass will transform into evil is coming, I can't hold him down by myself, and I will need other people's help at that time."

The little anchor's ears are very sensitive, and the place where He Chuanhua licked her felt numb as if she had been electrocuted.

Song Yanqing's body softened by half, and he put his hand lightly on He Chuanhua's shoulder, panting, "Stop licking, it's not like you're traveling far away."

He Chuanhua pulled away Song Yanqing's clothes, planted a strawberry on his shoulder, and said contentedly, "I'll be back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I've set up a formation in the room, so dirty things can't get in. You stay at home for a few days first." , don't go out."

Song Yanqing nodded in response, and He Chuanhua saw him lying under her, and some thoughts popped up in his mind.

He rubbed against Song Yanqing, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm leaving, don't forget to go out. I'll be back in two days, call me if you have anything to do."

Song Yanqing responded vaguely, his body was tense all the time, and he didn't relax until he heard the door closing.

He poked at the system and said, "Just now I thought he would directly deal with me. '

[I thought so too. ] The system replied calmly.

'You have changed, you were calm and reliable before. ’ Song Yanqing joked: [This is also good, it’s much more lively. ]

[As long as Mr. Song likes it. ]

According to He Chuanhua's instructions, Song Yanqing locked the door and shrank obediently at home.Practice spells and talismans during the day, and form a team to play black at night.

On the third day, Song Yanqing looked at the skirts in the closet and suddenly remembered that she hadn't done a live broadcast these days.

After taking a shower, he put on a small skirt and started to make up live.

The live broadcast room gradually became lively. Song Yanqing was chatting with fans while putting on her foundation.

'You still know come back. '

'Why don't you broadcast live to hell today? '

Song Yanqing automatically ignored the message reminding him to change and asking him to go to hell, he smiled and explained to them that he was a bit busy with the recent three-dimensional affairs.

He was just halfway through when he heard a slight sound of the door opening.

He turned around suspiciously, only to find a man in black standing at the door.

"Long time no see." The man said with a smile.

He took off his mask, it was Hao Qingshan.

Song Yanqing's heart tightened, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Hao Qingshan ignored his questioning, but looked at the computer screen and said, "Are you doing a live broadcast?"

"Please go out." Song Yanqing said.

Hao Qingshan didn't seem to be able to see Song Yanqing's resistance, he leaned over to look at the message in the live broadcast room on the screen, and smiled softly: "They really like you."

Song Yanqing stood up, and he backed away slowly, wanting to get the mahogany sword not far away.

Hao Qingshan watched his movements, reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

Seeing this, Song Yanqing knew that today would not be a good day.

He picked up the mahogany sword and stabbed at Hao Qingshan viciously.

The mahogany sword pierced Hao Qingshan's body, and a puff of black smoke came out.

Song Yanqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in shock, "What's wrong with you, have you become a ghost?"

Hao Qingshan's lips did not have a trace of blood, he grabbed Song Yanqing's mahogany sword, and his palm made a sizzling sound.

A painful expression gradually appeared on his face, Song Yanqing was not strong enough to take back the mahogany sword.

He stepped back resolutely, fumbling for the fruit knife on the table, and procrastinatingly said: "You are a good Taoist priest, why do you want to turn yourself into this inhuman and ghostly state?"

His words seemed to hit Hao Qingshan's heart, and Hao Qingshan sighed: "Yes, I am a good Taoist priest. I have studied Taoism for 28 years, just to learn something and become famous one day. But what I got in the end, what I originally wanted With our townspeople catching ghosts and fortune-telling, we began to promote science, and we became a feudal superstition.”

"I came to the city, but I have nowhere to show my abilities. I tried my best to save people, but I became a charlatan, and the reward I got in the end was not enough for medical expenses." Hao Qingshan said with a smile: "Why are some people born rich? Expensive, but I studied formations regardless of winter and summer, and sacrificed my life to exorcise ghosts and demons, but I couldn't even do the basics."

"It's not fair." Hao Qingshan murmured: "The woman I like, that little nurse, has a bad life, she is dying. Why? I can't make money, I can't eat enough, the person I want to protect Leave me too. It's not fair, it's not fair to Song Yanqing. I just want to make my next life better, did I do something wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanqing held a dagger to his neck.

"You think you can threaten me?" Hao Qingshan laughed, Song Yanqing only felt a chill rushing over his body.

A mutilated male ghost emerged from Hao Qingshan's body, holding his dagger tightly with both hands.

Hao Qingshan went around the tip of the knife, pulled out the electric shock device in his pocket, pointed it at Song Yanqing,

His movements were so fast that Song Yanqing had no time to dodge, and the powerful electric shock instantly made him lose his ability to resist.

He fell limply to the ground, his consciousness becoming blurred.He vaguely saw Hao Qingshan raising his mobile phone towards him, then pulled his ankle and dragged him out.

Song Yanqing rarely took the initiative to send messages to He Chuanhua. He Chuanhua opened WeChat a little excitedly, and saw Song Yanqing lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

He Chuanhua's face sank instantly, and he said to the monk opposite, "I should go back."

The author has something to say: Here I come! !Today is another day without enough time for Saturday! !