Daoist has facial paralysis

The dragon corpse held his breath, the dead amnesia struck again, he hurriedly got rid of his slightly loosened hand, and jumped under the table, Lu Ya was silent for a while, before he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, that face suddenly appeared In front of his eyes, Lu Ya looked at him with serious eyes, "I remembered, I came to find you, right?"

"..." The dragon corpse didn't hold back, and was startled to cry. Lu Ya looked at him silently for a while, then reached out to wipe the tears on his face, "I'm sorry, I really didn't want to hit you..." The dragon corpse continued Crying, this amnesia is like this every time, I must not be softhearted and be deceived by him again.

Daoist Lu Ya didn't pull him out anymore, he stood up by himself, looked helpless, turned his head to look at Dongxinan, "Can you take care of him for me?"

"Yes," the old god Dongxinan replied on the ground, and patted the hand of his little nephew, "Yibei, I'm hungry..."

"Understood," Zhou Yibei nodded, and beckoned when he turned to go upstairs. The dragon corpse coordinated into a dragon shape, and quickly hung around Comrade Zhou's wrist.

Lu Ya looked at him with disappointment in his eyes, "I'll come and see him when I have time... let's go first."

"Xiao Dao is injured, so I won't send him off," the Taoist priest didn't get up, and raised his hand as if to see off the guests. Lu Ya closed his eyes and sighed, turned around and disappeared into the hall after a few steps.

The dragon corpse that turned into a black gold dragon ring was completely relieved, but his expression was slightly disappointed... If he hadn't been beaten, he actually liked staying next to that amnesiac. He frowned, and bit his tail hard, no, he can't be soft-hearted, he might be beaten up when he goes back, it's better to stay here to be safe, Mr. Dong doesn't need him to serve him, and there are still ready-made plays to watch.

"Are you afraid of him?" Zhou Yibei suddenly asked while cutting the vegetables, Long Shi glanced at his expressionless face, this little pervert actually cared about people, didn't he hear it wrong?

"If he comes again, you can hide," Zhou Yibei glanced at the silent Longhuan, said something casually, and continued to cook with a slumped face... Sure enough, he couldn't do things like comforting people.

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After a few days, the dragon corpse felt that he had figured it out. What he cared about was the little pervert's routine. He was moved by him and asked him to help translate the densely packed small characters on the ancient book of cloud gu. I'm blind... I only translated half of it...

Zhou Yibei was sitting in the small study on the second floor with his notebook in his arms, concentrating on learning witchcraft and Gu, when suddenly there was a snoring sound next to him, he frowned, glanced at the man in black who was sleeping next to him with saliva on his face, helplessly Pick up the remote control and turn up the air conditioner a bit, lest someone catch a cold while sleeping.

After adjusting the temperature, Zhou Yibei continued to read his notes. After a while, he also yawned, his head sank, and his eyelids closed.

The door of the study seemed to be opened by someone, there were footsteps approaching, with a gentle smell of incense, Zhou Yibei didn't wake up, he felt someone hugging him, he leaned into that embrace, "Master uncle……"

"Hey, go to sleep for a while," the Taoist priest of Southwest carried him back to the bedroom. The little bastard probably didn't even realize that he didn't cook this morning. The Taoist priest silently ordered takeaway and carried him to the second floor, but He found that the little nephew was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

Zhou Yibei was lying on the bed, Daoist Daoist Xixi pinched his face with his fingers, and smiled when he saw him sleeping with frown...

"Uncle Master..." A cautious voice sounded from behind, the Taoist priest turned his head and walked out.

The translucent figure followed behind him, more tired and haggard than the previous few times, did not speak, just followed silently.

"Yi Bei, don't come here again," the Taoist priest said slowly after reaching the third floor.

No one responded from behind, the Taoist priest turned his head helplessly, the weak figure passed through the golden light and turned into a real body, "Uncle Master..."

Dongxinan frowned, seemed a little angry, and held Zhou Yibei's arm tightly, "Do you know that you might die like this?"

"Master...I don't want you to be like last time...but I really want to touch you..." Zhou Yibei leaned his head on the Taoist priest's shoulder and said softly, "Master...I like you..."

The raised hand of Dongxinan paused slightly, Zhou Yibei's figure could no longer sustain the exhaustion and escaped from the golden light, and was pulled back into the jade... Suddenly there was a movement in the study, and the Taoist master straightened his expression and hurried over.

The dragon corpse leaned on the bookshelf and stared in horror at the white-haired man who had been staring at him for an untold amount of time.

Daoist Lu Ya looked at him seriously, "Yuan Long, I went back and thought about it, if you don't come with me...I can come with you."

"What did you say?!" Long Shi looked at him, wishing he could stuff himself into a crack in the wall but couldn't get it out.

"Why is Taoist Lord here again?" Dongxinan slowly opened the door with a normal expression.

Lu Ya put the two antique bottles in his hand on the table, "This is my reward... do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" the Southwest Taoist priest was a little more polite.

"Let my daughter-in-law go home with me obediently," Lu Ya pointed at the dragon corpse.

"Who is your wife? I was snatched back by you! Do you dare to say how many people you snatched? No species, big brother, you don't want me to be a dragon, can you change someone to pester you..."

Lu Ya grabbed him angrily, "Are you paranoid? Who else have I robbed except you?"

"You have amnesia, you let go of me...it hurts...Luya...I hurt..." The dragon corpse pulled back his shoulder that was caught, and tears fell down.

Lu Ya looked at him and sighed, and slowly let go of his hand, "Don't cry, you know I can't watch you cry."

The dragon corpse shrank far away again, wiping away the tears.

"Mr. Dao, do you think Xiaodao can manage this kind of thing?" Dongxinan looked at Lu Ya suspiciously. He is a Taoist priest and not the uncle of the neighborhood committee, but he also helps mediate disputes between husband and wife?

"That little nephew of yours is not from the Wu family? And he is the reincarnation of that person, right? He followed you so obediently and told me what to do..." Lu Ya put on a serious look about studying hard.

"I'm busy, I can't help you, Xiaodao can only exorcise evil spirits," Daoist Southwest frowned slightly when he heard Daojun's words, and pushed the antique bottle back.

Lu Ya looked at him, struggled for a while, and showed a serious look, "I don't want the bottle, I will give it to you...let me stay here for a few days."

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Uncle Luo took the time to draw Lu Ya, but it seems that the picture is only displayed on the computer? ?