The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

The longest road I have traveled in my life is without a doubt the old man's tricks. I don't know which is the truth and which is the lie.

"Actually, I did it to protect myself." Du Feng quibbled.

"Obviously I want to flirt with Wang Zibo."

"I'm wronged!" Du Feng yelled, "The reason why I got close to Wang Zibo was that he made the selection rules every year."

"Look, admit it." The old man stared at him, his beautiful brows were frowned, and the lotus imprint shrunk and became more solid.

Du Feng: "..."

"I can't say no to you, but I really have nothing else to do. I just want to teach him a lesson. You don't know. When I was receiving the badge, this guy tricked me and made me wear women's clothes."

"Both of you have taken off?" The old man was taken aback.

Du Feng: "..."

The old man's brain circuit is obviously not at the same level as his. He thinks a lot, and usually a very simple thing becomes very complicated once he passes through his mind.

For example, Du Feng desperately explained, "We really have nothing!"

Grandpa thought about it.

Du Feng is not like someone who can explain, he puts so much emphasis on explaining, there must be some kind of adultery.

"It's 'us' and it's nothing!"

Du Feng: "..."

"I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you suspicious?"

He just said that casually, and it passed through the old man's mind.

Well, they all started to doubt me in turn, and still looked at me with that kind of eyes, they must have done something wrong.

"How many people have you hooked up with in the past few days?"

Du Feng thought about it carefully, what the fuck, there isn't one?

In his opinion, hooking up at least requires hugging the shoulders, hugging the waist, the kind of situation.

Although he had seen many beautiful men in the Palace of Gods and Demons, he really didn't think about it, only the old man was alone.

Of course, I have seen too many beautiful men in the past two days.

What about Man Wenqing, that Destiny Master, Wang Zibo, all of them are top figures among them, and they all seem to have a little relationship with him, so it seems reasonable to be misunderstood.

Du Feng's tone softened, and he looked aggrieved, "I really didn't do anything, only you."

The old man looked up at the sky, "Just talking about it?"

"I still have a sincere heart, if you don't believe me, feel it." Du Feng went to hold the old man's hand.

The old man nodded solemnly, "I don't know how to feel here, let's go to Xiaotiandi to feel it."

Du Feng: "..."

Is this being tricked again?

Du Feng was so miserable that he was raped again, and he lay down on the bed afterwards and had nothing to love.

If the old man wants to do it, there are reasons everywhere, and he can be caught casually.

"You know how to bully me." Du Feng raised his foot to kick the old man who was sitting by the bed reading a book.

The old man was wearing pajamas, with a silky waist, and Du Feng slid his feet back and forth on his back.

"It's your fault that you can blame me?" The old man held his ankle with one free hand, without any force, Du Feng broke free easily.

"When did I play dead, you were the one who tricked me!" Du Feng objected.

The old man also had a reason, "If you are not guilty, you will fall into my trap?"

"That's not because you are too insidious." Du Feng felt very resentful, and couldn't help kicking the old man again.

The old man didn't resist, he leaned forward from his kick, and almost dropped the book in his hand.

He didn't resist, and Du Feng became addicted to kicking, stepping on his back with both feet.

"Why did you wrong me so much today?" Sometimes he said that he was off with someone, and sometimes he said that he was with someone 'we', obviously distrustful.

"I just like to see you nervous." The old man turned the page and continued reading without looking up.

"Damn it, I thought you didn't trust me." Du Feng felt a little nervous, but thinking about it, the old man was always aware of the details, so how could he guess easily.

So is he just guessing?

The old man didn't explain, he held his ankle with his hands behind his back, and pulled him to the side of the bed. In the posture of stringing gourds, Du Feng could lie on the old man's back when he sat up.

"What are you writing?" Du Feng was originally shorter than the old man, so he couldn't see the front of the old man from behind, but it was okay for him to tilt his body, but it was more laborious.

Probably in order to take care of him, the old man held it up for him to see. It was a map of formations, but if you look closely, it looks like a map of the Palace of Gods and Demons.

"I saw it from the sky when I was chasing Wang Zibo today." The old man put down the paper and continued to draw. "It's rare to have such an opportunity, and it's thanks to you."

To show respect, people are not allowed to fly in the sky above the Palace of Gods and Demons, and neither are monsters. When you get near the Palace of Gods and Demons, you have to come down and walk by yourself. Otherwise, you will be disrespectful to the Palace of Gods and Demons. He Shui actually took today's opportunity to observe the map of the entire Palace of Gods and Demons.

Good guy, no wonder people always recommend him to be Taoist. Damn it, just such a scheming, even a few laps can't compare.

Du Feng felt like he couldn't catch up with the horse, just now he was only watching the movie, and Mao didn't notice that He Shui actually memorized all the palace of gods and demons while chatting, admiration.

"The painting is finished. If you are sleepy, you can take a nap first. When you wake up, the painting is almost finished." The old man turned to look at him, "You are such a monkey, this thing should be useful."

Although there is a small world, it is unavoidable to encounter the embarrassing situation last time. Time and space were destroyed, causing the original road to the small world to be in chaos.

It's like someone setting up all kinds of traps on the way to Xiaotiandi. If Du Feng is not careful, he will be caught. Then he can only fight outside, maybe he can really use this picture.

Du Feng shrugged, "Then I'll sleep."

He climbed up, got into the bed, found a comfortable position and fell asleep, and glanced at the old man before going to sleep.

The old man was wearing loose pajamas, and the fabric was silky smooth. Whenever he moved, his slender wrists would be exposed. He lowered his head to draw carefully, and his slender neck was extraordinarily transparent under the light, like a piece of flawless jade.

Du Feng suddenly got up again, bit the old man's neck and fell asleep lazily.

The old man was still drawing, and he hadn't finished it until midnight. The main reason was that the core of the formation was too complicated. Although he had seen a lot of animal patterns recently, it was still not enough to deal with this advanced formation.

The wick was almost burnt out, so he picked it up with the tip of a pen, and the fire immediately flared up again.

"Sleeping so soundly, it made me sleepy too." The old man turned his head and glanced at Du Feng.

Du Feng leaned on a pillow and hugged another, occupying his own, and couldn't sleep if he wanted to.

"The sleeping appearance is still terrible." The old man shook his head and continued to finish the drawing. During the period, he checked countless information, even though he still didn't understand, he drew the unknown with black lines.

He is also a master of formations. He probably knows which places are the gates of death and which are the gates of life. The gates of life are drawn with green pens, the gates of death are drawn with red pens, and the unknown black pens. If you are not sure whether it is the gates of death, use red lines and black. Line double painting.

Such a good picture was drawn by him in a terrible way, but fortunately he used it himself, if someone else used it, he would have some opinions.

After the old man finished painting, he blew out the oil lamp, got into bed and snatched his pillow. Du Fenggang had some objections, and he had already hugged him into his arms.

The four seasons change quickly in Xiaotiandi, it is still late summer outside, and it is already winter in Xiaotiandi.

The old man was cold outside all night, his whole body was cold, and he didn't use his vitality to keep warm, so he just got into the bed and hugged Du Feng, who shivered from the cold.

Just as I was about to wake up, I heard someone talking.

"Sleep, sleep, there is nothing to eat when you wake up."

So Du Feng went to sleep with peace of mind, after all there was nothing to eat when he woke up.

The next day he still woke up with a magnetic and pleasant voice, the old man whispered in his ear.

"Wake up, wake up, there is something delicious."

Du Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and asked as if he had been waiting for a long time, "Is there anything delicious?"

"Yeah." The old man was a little dumbfounded.

However, during his absence, Du Feng didn't cook a single meal. He ate raw air for two months. Although he no longer had that need, hobbies and needs are two different things.

It's like eating bread and drinking coffee every day after work, and suddenly wanting to eat spicy sticks and popsicles one day, that is a hobby.

"What did you cook?" The two of them rarely meet each other recently, and they have less time to see each other. Suddenly, they thought about it, and they were reluctant to let the old man go again, so Du Feng tried to use the old man's favorite ordinary life to keep the old man.

"Look for yourself." The old man brought up plate after plate of dishes, which were still hot and freshly fried.

"Everything you like to eat is here."

Du Feng is more nostalgic. He likes to eat shrimp, fish, and pork ribs. For soup, he likes to drink seaweed ribs soup and tube bone soup. He is relatively unpromising. He likes meat very much. Immortal, he would have become fat like a pig by now.

After the old man finished serving the dishes, he poured a bowl of rice for Du Feng, and pointed to the table, "The formation diagram I drew yesterday has been completed, remember to take a look when you have time."

"En." Du Feng took the bowl and chopsticks, and with a wave, the paper was already in his hand.

When I saw it yesterday, there was only a rough model of this painting, just like a hand-drawn drawing, without a sense of hierarchy.

Looking at it today, I actually painted it with pens of various colors, and the whole picture looks a lot more three-dimensional, as if the Palace of Gods and Demons is right in front of you.

"You can make a living with your painting skills." Du Feng praised him sincerely.

Speaking of which, the old man is also a wonderful thing. He does not practice when he has nothing to do, and he learns how to draw from everyone.

However, men in ancient times paid attention to being proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, otherwise they would be in vain and not considered literati.

The old man cares most about the connotation, so he must have learned it all, and then secretly listened to other people's compliments.

"By the way, someone told me yesterday that you are very horny, you sing and sing every night, what's the matter with attracting the favor of several beautiful men?"