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Bai Qiye finally ate the Black Forest cake.

As soon as Huo Zhenye's car stopped, the owner of the cake shop recognized him: "Mr. Huo, do you want butter cake or chocolate cake today?"

When Huo Zhenye seldom bought things on credit, he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Unfortunately, I didn't bring my wallet when I got here today. Can I ask you to deliver the goods?"

The boss waved his hand generously, took out a cardboard box, one for each flavor, and packed a box of four small cakes: "Mr. Huo is a regular customer, today I will treat it as a little favor from me."

Huo Zhenye took off the gold watch with one hand and hid it in his pocket.

He carried the cake back to the car, put the cake on Bai Zhun's lap, deliberately showing his empty wrists, Bai Zhun raised his brows: "Did you really stake the watch?"

"Don't you want to eat?"

Bai Zhun opened the paper box and glanced at Huo Zhenye again. The oriole flew down from his shoulder, flew around Huo Zhenye, grabbed the pocket with its slender claws, and poked its head in.

Seeing that the Western environment was being pierced, Huo Zhenye took out the watch and clasped it on his wrist with a smile: "You are really stingy." Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to get some benefits.

Bai Zhun turned his face away, in a place where Huo Zhenye couldn't see, the corners of his lips were slightly loosened, and he smiled.

It rained a lot at night, the freezing rain poured, and the walls of the courtyard of Bai's house were flooded with tides. The paper people all huddled in the main room, and Huo Zhenye took the opportunity to squeeze into Bai Zhun's quilt.

"Go in." Bai Zhun refused to move, so he slept sideways on the edge of the bed.

Bai Zhun said lazily, "No." The hot waist, abdomen, and thighs on the back pressed against him tightly, dispelling the coldness that had just risen in the middle of winter.

Bai Zhun didn't want to stick to it, but also felt comfortable, warm, and easier to use than Tang Pozi.

When it comes to indulging himself, Bai Zhun has no self-control at all. When he was drowsy, Huo Zhenye's wrist was wrapped around his waist, and he stretched down inch by inch.

Bai Zhun was about to fall asleep, he couldn't open his eyelids, the heat got hotter and more comfortable, and he fell asleep with his chest.

The rain didn't stop the next day, and the courtyard walls and roofs were covered with water. Bai Zhun slept comfortably under the quilt. Huo Zhenye opened his eyes to see if he was awake, and continued to sleep with his arms around him.

No one in Yu Qingli went out. Amidst the sound of rain, the door of the small building of the Bai family rang twice.

Paper figurines cannot open the door in the rain, Huo Zhenye remained motionless, pretending not to hear, the guy in his arms managed to be obedient, he didn't want to move at all.

Bai Zhun still pushed him: "Open the door."

Huo Zhenye put on his nightgown and went to open the door, and saw Hong Sihai standing at the door, dressed for a long trip, wearing a thick wool coat, a leather hat on his head, and an oilcloth umbrella.

Already round, it looks even rounder.

"I'm here to say goodbye to Lord Qi." He pretended not to see Huo Zhenye wearing a nightgown.

"Leaving so soon?"

When Bai Zhun came out after changing clothes, Hong Sihai nodded and saluted with his hat: "Qi Ye, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers. When you come to Hong Kong, come and find me."

"Only your family?"

"It's hard to leave the homeland, and I want to go to a new place, even if I don't have a pass, I don't want to." Hong Sihai was the only one who listened to the divination made by Mr. Hong.

"This is the wedding gift left by the old man to the three sect masters, please send it to me by the seventh master." As he spoke, Hong Sihai took out a red lacquer brocade box, which contained a pair of jade pendants.

"The old man watched Doucai the other day, and said that the third sect leader, Hongluan Xing, had moved. He had been preparing for it all along, but he couldn't send it out in person."

Bai Zhun was silent, his fingertips moved slightly, Axiu took out a bag of money and handed it to Hong Sihai.

Hong Sihai waved his hand: "How can I ask for Qi Ye's money, the old man left some for me."

Seeing his refusals, Bai Zhun got impatient: "I'll give you the reward, you just take it."

The money bag fell into Hong Sihai's hands, and he nodded while pinching his leather hat: "Thank you Qiye for the reward."

"It's hot in Hong Kong. You won't need your clothes anywhere. Why don't you sell them here at an estimated price." Huo Zhenye reminded Fatty Hong that there are many places where money is spent outside, and you have the courage to carry enough money with you. .

Hong Sihai still had the same smiling face: "I know."

I knew it, but I didn’t sell it, and I still wore these thick clothes that were not easy to carry, so I still wanted to come back.

Bai Zhun lowered his eyes: "Hurry up, don't miss the boat."

Hong Sihai gave a last salute, went to the door, stopped before going out, held his hat and turned sideways slightly: "Don't say goodbye, don't say goodbye, you're welcome."

The fat man was afraid that something in the small building of the Bai family would follow him out, Bai Zhun couldn't help but laugh, and felt dull after laughing.

Bamen, in the end is scattered.

Huo Zhenye put his hand on his shoulder: "Aren't you happy?"

"What's the matter? I always like to part and not to get together." After Bai Zhun finished speaking, he turned the wheelchair and went back to the room.

Huo Zhenye strode after him, pushed him into the bedroom, and closed the door: "I haven't slept enough, or let's sleep a little longer."

Bai Zhun didn't want him to cuddle, but these two days, he didn't refuse.

Like a child wanting to be comforted, the tighter you hug him, the more peacefully he sleeps. Huo Zhenye touched his earlobe lightly, and he only glanced at him before acquiescing.

"Yiguan Road, do you want me to ask someone from the concession to come forward?"

Bai Zhun shook his head: "No, I sent someone to look."

How could it be possible for Bai Zhun's temperament to let Hong Yang come to the door to act wildly, and only let Xi Yun scratch him to avenge him?He sent paper birds, but the place was deserted.

"When?" Huo Zhenye finished asking, and added, "Send someone or send paper?"

Bai Zhun frowned, and Huo Zhenye understood that he sent a paper to look at it.

"That place is empty." Hongyang dropped the altar and fled to somewhere. The paper bird searched for sounds, but could not find any traces.

"He escaped?" Huo Zhenye shook his head, "There are more than a hundred Taoist altars in Guanghongkou, and there are less in other places, but the entire Shanghai Beach is probably two to three thousand, and he won't run away. "

Bai Zhun moved his arms.

"What?" Huo Zhenye lowered his head and asked him.

"Itches on your back." Bai Zhun lay still on his stomach, "A little on the top, and then to the left, why are you so stupid..." Before he finished speaking, Huo Zhenye scratched the itchy spot for him, he took a light breath, Squint your eyes.

Slowly enjoying himself, he said: "I know he can't run, maybe he was seriously injured, and I don't know which gutter hole he is hiding in to recuperate, and he will come again after he has absorbed enough energy."

After a moment of seriousness, he moved again: "The right side, above the waist."

Huo Zhenye touched down along the back, and Bai Zhun's waist shuddered: "You still treat me like a tickle?"

"Hmm..." Bai Zhun stretched his brows, he didn't expect this person to be clumsy at making paper tying hands, but the massage was quite as he wanted.

"So comfortable?" Huo Zhenye said with a hint of laughter, each time he pressed on Bai Zhun's favorite place, "There is something more comfortable, do you want to try it?"

Huo Qishao held candy in his hand and coaxed Bai Qiye to taste it.

Hongyang was hurt by the ghost's resentment, so he hid in the altar for a few days, Gao Yuan's energy dissipated, he couldn't catch another disciple to suck it up, and endured it until Baiyang came back.

As soon as Bai Yang heard that Hong Yang was retreating in the room, he knew something must have happened to him, so he went to the front of the house and opened the door to enter.

"Who! I said that no one is allowed to come in." Hongyang's angry voice came from inside, "Get out!"

Bai Yang lifted the curtain, saw Hong Yang hiding himself behind the screen, and snorted, "Who are you offending? Did you tear your face off?"

Before he finished speaking, he smelled paper.

Hongyang was extremely embarrassed, half of his facial features melted away, he didn't expect the female ghost raised by Qimen to be so powerful, he tried everything, but still only kept half of his face.

Bai Yang shrank his pupils, held back his anger, and picked seven or eight young disciples in the altar.

As soon as these disciples entered, Bai Yang asked them to sit together, saying that he wanted to open up the tendons in their bodies and pass on the heavenly skills to them.

The young disciples hurriedly took their seats and lit a stick of incense in the stove, but after a while, they staggered to and fro.

Hongyang crawled out from behind the curtain, couldn't wait to touch it, opened the little disciple's mouth, and continuously sucked in the essence from their mouth.

"Take it easy, one or two years is enough for each person." After smoking, you will only feel tired, and you will recover in a few days, without anyone noticing.

Hongyang stopped talking and changed another one.

The more he sucked, his skin and facial features gradually healed, and finally he sat on the ground. He wanted to snuggle up to Bai Yang's side full of joy, but Bai Yang asked, "Why did the people from the Seven Sects come?"

Hong Yang's expression was stiff, knowing that he couldn't fool Bai Yang, he bit his lips and said truthfully, "I originally wanted to frighten them, so that they would not get in the way and let Bamen merge into the gang, let's..."

With a crisp sound of "pa", Hongyang was knocked to the ground, he covered half of his face, fearing that the newborn skin would fall off, he gritted his teeth and could not make a sound.

Bai Yang didn't make a move, a woman in black walked out behind him, and Hong Yang's hair was disheveled, and even the root of his teeth were shaking.

The woman in black finished pumping him, retreated to the wall, and waited for the next order.

"I told you, don't touch the seven gates."

Hong Yang raised his face and stared at Bai Yang's face. His face was fake, and no emotion could be seen from his face: "What is there in Qimen that you care about?"

Bai Yang didn't answer him: "Clean it up, this place can't be kept anymore."

The main altar retreated as soon as he said it, Hongyang became panicked, he looked at Baiyang, Baiyang had shown his true face many times in front of him, but none of them was similar to that surnamed Bai from Qimen.

"That kid is better than you?"

Bai Yang glanced at him, Hong Yang had a good tongue and was very obedient, he had always been doting on him.

Seeing Bai Yang smiling at her, Hong Yang thought that he would tell him some secrets and teach him some secret techniques as before.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yang stretched out his hand suddenly, pinched his neck, lifted him up completely, and lifted his feet off the ground.

Hongyang was caught off guard, his face was flushed, his limbs twisted and struggled, and he pleaded word by word from his throat: "Put... put... down."

Bai Yang looked at him coldly, seeing that Hong Yang was about to die, he let go of his hand quickly.

Hong Yang fell to the ground, he covered his neck with both hands, his snow-white neck was covered with red marks.

"Don't touch him."

The sole of the shoe kicked Hongyang's face, he couldn't make a sound, he fell on the ground panting heavily, and said in a hoarse voice: "I know, I won't dare again."