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"A suitable opportunity?" The corner of Murong Qing's mouth pressed down, showing signs of getting angry: "The suitable opportunity you mentioned is after you get the certificate and go to bed?"

"Uh..." That's what he really planned. Zhou Heng's eyes fluttered and he didn't dare to look at Murong Qing, but he admitted honestly: "Well, you humans don't follow the practice of cooking raw rice and paying fares after getting on the bus. Is it? Just to be on the safe side."

He is not a woman, nor can she become pregnant, Murong Qing's face darkened.

Zhou Heng touched his nose in embarrassment: "After all, it's so difficult to chase you, isn't it?"

Zhou Heng's voice fell for ten seconds, and Murong Qing stared at him without saying a word. When Zhou Heng was in distress, Nan Rui's voice sounded from outside: "Brother Heng, the porridge is ready, should you eat it out or bring it in?"

"Chirp~" Zhou Heng quickly kissed Murong Qing's lips, begging for mercy, "Brother Qing, can you eat first, you're already hungry and thin."

After speaking, Zhou Heng hurriedly said to the outside: "Bring it in."

When Murong Qing heard the sound of lifting the door curtain, he lowered his eyebrows and pushed Zhou Heng away from him.

Nan Rui entered the door, Nan Lin peeked at the door again, Nan Rui walked in and put the porridge on the newly set mahogany table: "Brother Qing, the dishes will be ready soon, you should drink some porridge to pad your stomach."

"Thank you." Murong Qing came over, and while thanking Nan Rui, he quickly swept around Nan Rui's face and body.

He also stared at Nan Rui's ass.

Nan Rui: ...

After Nan Rui went out, Zhou Heng sat next to Murong Qing and picked up a spoon to dry the porridge for Murong Qing.

Murong Qing waited for the sound of footsteps to disappear, then looked at Zhou Heng lightly: "Isn't Nan Rui a wolf?"

"Oh." Zhou Heng observed the expression on Murong Qing's face, and under Murong Qing's majestic gaze, he pondered for a moment: "He is a civet, the two that are raised at home now."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng quickly lowered his head and blew on the porridge in the spoon: "Brother Qing, I'll feed you."

Blow the porridge to cool, and handed it to Murong Qing's mouth. Seeing Murong Qing eating with eyes closed, Zhou Heng heaved a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "Well, Brother Qing, how do you know that Ruizi is not a wolf demon?"

The sweetness of the porridge made Murong Qing's hungry stomach twitch unconsciously. He took the spoon in Zhou Heng's hand, stirred the bowl of porridge in front of him, and said lightly, "Nan Rui is beautiful, gentle, and understanding."

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing with his elbows on his face, his expression was aggrieved: "Brother Qing, am I ugly, gentle, and understanding?"

Murong Qing concentrated on drinking porridge and stopped talking. His long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on his slightly drooping eyes, covering up his emotions at the moment. Zhou Heng consciously didn't want to disturb him, and sat beside him quietly, watching him take a sip drink porridge.

In the silence, a bowl of porridge was finished, and Qin Kun came in with two more dishes.

Zhou Heng asked Qin Kun to bring another bowl of porridge for Murong Qing. Qin Kun brought two bowls after a while, and Zhou Heng ate some with Murong Qing.

Murong Qing served the order and drank half a bowl of porridge before putting down the spoon. Zhou Heng took out a tissue and wiped Murong Qing's mouth. Murong Qing looked up at him, feeling awkward for a moment.

The air choked.

"...Nanlin, I'm the same kind as you." Murong Qing kept his head down, put his hands on the table with his hands in front of him. He looked at him with his body, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He didn't know that Murong Qing's lips murmured several times, opened and closed several times before finally making a sound: "Zhou Heng, have you ever thought, or Nanlin is more suitable for you."

Hearing this, Zhou Heng's heart tightened, he slid down the chair, knelt down at Murong Qing's feet, and begged extremely fast: "Brother Qing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, I'll tell you everything in the future, Everything is up to you, please, don't leave me, okay?"

Zhou Heng's heart cooled down a little bit, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He had seen Murong Qing in many ways, but he had never seen him crying so heartbroken, except when he was being fucked and crying, he held Murong Qing's hand for a long time. Hands, put them together in the palm of your hand, and wrap them tightly: "Brother Qing, you must have been frightened by me bringing you here all of a sudden, right? I'll take you back right away, okay..."

Murong Qing felt a little powerless: "Zhou Heng, I'm not angry or jealous now, I just... really think that Nanlin is more suitable for you than me."

His life is considered smooth and flat, he has not experienced big storms, and the only emotional injury is not really hurt. After all, in the last relationship, what he paid was only energy and time, and he had not had time to give his heart and body. .

However, he is an actor, and he has performed countless different lives. He knows that drama comes from life, and a poor background will be a great test for love, so this is the reason why he was unwilling to accept Zhou Heng at the beginning. He never cared Inside and outside the circle, he just wants to find someone who stands at the same height as him and shares the same hobbies to accompany him for the rest of his life.

As for Zhou Heng, they not only have a poor background, but also a poor species.

This is also unbelievable.

Zhou Heng held Murong Qing's hand tightly: "Brother Qing, although I... am a demon, I live in the city, and my basic necessities are the same as yours. I wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't an emergency. Here, I don't need you to adapt to my life."

Murong Qing was silent for a while, then suddenly broke away from Zhou Heng's hand, stood up and said, "Zhou Heng, think about what I just said."

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing, who had his back turned to him, and slowly stood up, with determination in his eyes: "There's nothing to consider, Brother Qing, if you insist on breaking up, I won't keep you, but in this world, there will be no more Zhou Heng."

Murong Qing stopped, he didn't understand Zhou Heng's meaning.

"Every day I'm with you, I think about what I should do if one day you break up with me."

Murong Qing clenched his palms tightly.

"I thought about stalking you so that you had no choice, and I also thought about bringing you here and imprisoning you so that you have nowhere to escape."

Murong Qing's expression changed, Zhou Heng suddenly smiled, and continued: "Finally, I think, I can't force you to be with me, but I must be by your side."

Murong Qing: "..."

"If this is your choice." Zhou Heng looked deeply at the back of the person in front of him, and said in a weak voice: "Brother Qing, after three days, I will always be your dog, and I will not hinder you, nor will I It won't stop you from being nice to anyone, if you find the right... the person you like, I will leave, and you don't have to worry about what I will do, because after destroying the demon core, I will be like an ordinary dog ​​for you. Dogs are no different..."

"What do you mean!" Even if it is not a demon, it is not difficult to guess what the demon pill means to a demon. Murong Qing's fingernails sank into the palm of his hand, and he suddenly turned to look at Zhou Heng, fearing that Zhou Heng would do something stupid. Shi: "Zhou Heng, are you threatening me?"

"How could it be a threat?" Zhou Heng stood there with his spine straight, looking at him, tears streaming down his face: "Brother Qing, I think far more than you, longer than you, and I have results worse than breaking up." I think about it, I think about it every day.”

"You..." Murong Qing's heart softened in a mess because of Zhou Heng's tears. He took a step closer, raised his hand, his fingertips trembled, and finally resisted the urge to get closer: "I don't know your world, you What have you been through, where are you from, what kind of future will you have, and I, Zhou Heng, I am 30 years old, I don't know... how long I can be with you."

Zhou Heng took a step closer, and quickly saw the expression on Murong Qing's face. His eyes were covered with tears. He said in a hoarse voice, "...Brother Qing?"

Murong Qing turned his face away, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and hit the carpet.

He noticed the tear, and blamed himself for not holding it back.

He was indeed surprised and moved by Zhou Heng's decision.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly smiled helplessly: "Do you know why I want to make a memory copy?"

Zhou Hengzheng was suffering from being 'broken up', and shook his head laboriously.

Murong Qing twitched the corner of his mouth: "Because I began to find that it was obviously more difficult for me to memorize my lines than before. I thought it might be that my brain's storage capacity is not good enough. I'm afraid I'll forget every little bit of being with you."

"Just in the last few months," Murong Qing said, "I started to think about you, and I started to realize that I fell in love with you, even though there are too many mysteries about you, which would make me feel uneasy."

Zhou Heng's gray eyes suddenly lit up, but the light quickly disappeared: "Then you... still insist on breaking up with me?"

"..." Murong Qing closed his eyes, his eyes were very sore: "Zhou Heng, I will grow old, in another 20 years, maybe ten years, I should look old."

"Then I'm better than you." Zhou Heng smiled suddenly, looked at Murong Qing distressedly and said, "I will not look old in about 30 years, because I will live longer than you, so from the beginning, I called you Brother Qing."

Murong Qing was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this was what Murong Qing cared about. Zhou Heng's heart turned from bitterness to sweetness in an instant. He took a step closer with a smile, put his arms around Murong Qing's waist, and looked at him seriously: "You don't think that the demon is like you once acted." In the TV series, they can live for thousands of years, right?"

Murong Qing hesitated, "Isn't it?"

Thousands of years of practice, thousands of years of becoming a demon, this is the human society's perception of monsters, and it is also a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"You think highly of us." Zhou Heng lowered his head, breathed in Murong Qing's unique fragrance, pinched Murong Qing's ears, and being sensitive can relieve the pressure in his heart: "200 years is a time limit, compared to 100 years for human beings. Years are a long time."

The expression on Murong Qing's face collapsed, he weighed the gap of 100 years ago in his heart, bit his lip, and asked: "Then...how long have you lived?"

Zhou Heng didn't want to lie to him, so he pondered for a moment, and had to answer: "This question is a bit difficult. If you live by the age, it will be almost 100 years."

From birth, from wolf practice to alchemy recognition, to sacrifice on the battlefield during the Zhou Dynasty, plus the nearly ten years after awakening, it is almost 100 years.

Zhou Heng said with emotion: "Hey, I can be considered a middle-aged demon."

Murong Qing felt that it was easier to accept, but after thinking about it, a trace of bitterness flashed across his heart: "Then you... have given away one, right?"

Zhou Heng: "Huh?"