Daoist has facial paralysis

There was a crack in Zhou Yibei's expression, with strong sadness and stubbornness, "I don't want..."

"Yi Bei, what happened can never be changed...No matter what happens in the future, don't be afraid, and don't regret it, the uncle is here with you...Let's go, don't come back," Dongxinan stroked his hair, The tone is gentle, and the voice has a reliable voice that makes people want to indulge in it.

Zhou Yibei shook his head, choked up and hugged him tightly, "No...Uncle Master...I don't want...I can't take it anymore, Uncle Master, I really can't take it anymore, don't drive me away..."

The Taoist priest pressed several acupuncture points on his neck, Zhou Yibei murmured and fainted, the jade talisman in the dressing room flashed, and a translucent figure appeared out of thin air, pulled in by the light thread that popped out of the jade Then, he struggled for a while with choked sobs, and was dragged into Yuli with a look of despair.

"Uncle?" Zhou Yibei opened his eyes and rubbed his head, and found that he was naked in the arms of the Southwest Taoist priest, and his whole body turned red.

"Are you afraid of the uncle? So shy?" Daoist Southwest averted his eyes from looking in the direction of the locker room, and whispered in his nephew's ear.

Zhou Yibei was scratched by the heat in his ears, and his mind was in a mess. He only remembered embarrassingly covering up the abnormality of his lower body, and was nervous and unable to speak.

"Yi Bei," Dongxinan stroked his hair, and suddenly became more serious, "Uncle Master told you, people will have their doom, you can't force it."

Zhou Yibei was stunned for a while, not quite understanding what happened, but he frowned and nodded, "...Well, I see."

The Taoist leader suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Forget it, it's useless if I say it, you can do whatever you want... Come, Master Uncle will teach you how to observe the sky."

……

After Yunnan came back

Two years and three months have passed

In June, sunny and sunny

No. 28 Changjiang Road, Yuedao City

In the early morning, someone's dream is not finished

Zhou Xiaodao looked obsessively at the person who was straddling him. The person's jaw was slightly raised, the tip of his nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, his flushed cheeks were as beautiful as flowers, and his lips were slightly parted, and he was about to spit out a heart-melting moan in a second. Love words... "Meow~"

Zhou Yibei opened his eyes, looked at Wu Bai lying on his chest, and sighed at him with his buttocks, his little brother who raised his head was also disappointed, he would be able to shoot into the uncle just now...

He lifted the cat away and got out of bed to wash his face.

While cooking, Xiao missed his Southwest uncle. The black gold dragon ring on his wrist lamented silently. His master was not much better than that perverted Taoist priest. I just have sex dreams there when I have nothing to do. I only have two things in my mind: his uncle and learning Taoism. I don’t know if it’s the influence of Gu or something. People are a little colder than before... Why is the world like this now? son?Are there no normal people?I want to go back to the well!Suo Longjing, don't you want to suppress me?

In the past two years or so, Master Zhou Xiaodao has made a name for himself in Liucao Guisi. The ghost messengers have spread word of mouth that Uncle Dong has a nephew who can feel the chilling air from three meters away. Weird, more attractive than Uncle Dong himself, with a strange personality, it is generally impossible to guess what he is thinking.

However, the little nephew has treated his uncle like a day for several years. He has three meals a day and a supper, and he has basically never fallen behind.

Early in the morning, Zhou Xiaodao was busy in the kitchen again, when he heard voices from the dining room outside, he put down the knife in his hand, "Master, I'll be fine soon, just wait a moment."

He came in with the dishes, and Dongxinan was sitting on the teacher's chair teasing the cat. When the black cat saw him coming, it jumped up and ran over.

"Wubai..." The Taoist priest called out helplessly, the black cat rubbed against the nephew's leg and ignored him, Dong Dongnan shook his head and wiped his chopsticks, "Little bastard, why are you so clingy to this little bastard?" Don't want your master anymore?"

"Uncle Master," Zhou Yibei gently kicked the black cat to the side, and obediently handed over a bowl of rice. When the Taoist priest took it, he took an extra look at his tape-covered fingers and frowned slightly, "Cut it again." Got it?"

Zhou Yibei didn't speak, and retracted his fingers. He was blind during the day, and it was common for him to cook and cut his hands. However, the glorious career of feeding his uncle cannot be hindered by minor injuries and pains like hurting his fingers from time to time. .

The little nephew turned around to serve other dishes, the Taoist priest crossed his legs and looked at his back with a pensive look on his face.

After the coriander was cut, the last soup was served. The little nephew's cooking skills were getting better and better, and the rice was delicious and delicious. The Taoist priest felt relieved silently, and looked at Zhou Yibei's hand again. glance.

"Yi Bei, you don't have to get up early to cook for me these two days, my uncle has something to go out," said the Southwest Taoist priest suddenly.

"Yes, I see." Zhou Yibei filled a bowl of soup, blew it a few times before putting it in front of the Taoist priest, "Where is Master Uncle going?"

"Go to Chongqing."

Chongqing...doesn't seem to be very dangerous, Zhou Yibei thought to himself and sat down, the uncle probably took some kind of work to help people exorcise evil spirits.

……

Four days later

Why hasn't the uncle come back...Zhou Yibei has been waiting for these days, absent-minded about everything he does.

He sat in the last row of the trapezoidal classroom, drawing symbols on the textbook.

Cookie sat next to him, listening to the song and looking at the comics on the phone.

Zhou Yibei's eyes were fixed on the nib of the pen, his eyes were talisman strokes, and he was thinking about other things... Didn't he say he would be back in two days?It's been three or four days, why is there no news?I can't get through the phone... Is something wrong with my uncle?

After brainstorming for a while about various small theaters in which the Taoist leader of the Southwest was bullied, the more he thought about it, the more upset he became, and the harder he wrote, the ballpoint pen broke in two with a "click".

The round-faced girl sitting next to her was startled and cried out, "Ah!"

The old professor in front glanced over, "Students in the back, please be honest, you are not allowed to be careless in class."

The students in the class chuckled, Zhou Yibei threw away the broken pen and stuffed the books into his schoolbag.

"Beibei..." Cookie looked at him in surprise, stretched out his hand before he could grab it, and watched Zhou Yibei swing the bag over his shoulder and walk away.

The people in the room booed each other, not daring to make a sound, for fear of offending the notorious old man in front of him with a bad temper.

The old professor in front was silent for a while, then suddenly lost his mind, and continued to teach as if he didn't see anything.

The people below looked at each other in confusion... Is this old man dementia?How come people are so nice all of a sudden?

Zhou Yibei walked in the corridor with a gloomy face, suddenly raised his hand, caught the released Gu, and continued walking without looking back.

"You put a Gu on that old man, if he gets sick and then dies, you've committed a crime, little apprentice," said the black gold dragon ring on his wrist with a smile.

"He can't die," Yi Beiai responded indifferently, thinking about her uncle in her heart... What did the uncle go to Chongqing for?Is there any danger?

"What's the matter? I'm thinking about your uncle again? Maybe he went to meet some old lover." Long Shi smiled wretchedly.