dragon pen

Overnight, there was a new topic on Zhongshan Zhujiuyin's mansion.

【I just watched a young boy in plain clothes, standing on top of the giant head of a silver dragon, piercing through the clouds, and falling from the sky——falling to the ground like a fairy, it was so beautiful that my knees were so weak. 】

[What's the use of your weak knees, that's the husband-in-law of our new master—Master Zhu Jiuyin! 】

[... Husband-in-law. 】

【puff. 】

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha master Zhu Jiuyin is a broken sleeve ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 】

[What about broken sleeves, be careful that the master will get upset and move his fetus. 】

[Fetal gas is moving hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! 】

[To be called Longyang fan. 】

[? ? ? ? ?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ! ! ! ! 】

"—You little devils are itching again," under the eaves, the same old man with a frog hat on his head was leaning on a stick, ignoring the lively and laughing little monsters behind him, and he still looked at the sky indifferently. , "You don't know how happy our master is to see him."

Ok.

Just like the sun.

Today is a good day.

……

In the master room, the windows are open, and the sunlight pours into the wooden house,

"Jiujiu, look at those little monsters in your mansion, they are smiling so happily, I don't know what they are talking about... There is a little bastard who laughed so hard that his stomach turned upside down and his legs were on the ground, so cute."

"Oh."

"Jiujiu, you don't know how boring the sky is. Many mortals practice Buddhism and chant scriptures and become arhats, and they still practice Buddhist scriptures and chant scriptures, hoping to continue to deepen their attainments... But I, I can't do it, I can't see it. As for the scriptures, if you open the "Heart Sutra" and read two passages, you will want to chat with someone; if you open the "Shurangama Mantra" and read two passages, I will miss you..."

"Oh."

"But they said that unless someone in the mortal world prays devoutly, the arhat can enter the dust, otherwise we can't take the initiative to leave the pure land altar-so those who become Buddhas silently who don't know about it may stay there all their lives, never old or dead If you recite the scriptures without birth and death, you will either have a sudden enlightenment, or you will continue to recite aimlessly—I know I definitely don’t need it, because I have you.”

"Oh."

The person lying on the bed lazily turned over, facing the young boy squinting and basking in the sun lying on his buttocks, and touched the egg in his arms with an indifferent expression.

So, when the boy lying by the window fell silent and stopped chattering, the room immediately became quiet... He turned his head and looked at the dragon on the bed that was pointing at him, paused, stood up and came to the bed, Lie on the edge of the window and yelled: "Jiujiu."

The handsome man on the bed closed his eyes and meditated, as if he hadn't heard anything.

When the person lying behind him stood up cautiously and wanted to reach out to touch the egg in his arms, his paw was slapped away with a quick "slap" like a gust of wind——Zhang Ziyao made a "hiss" sound He withdrew his hand suddenly, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "This is also my son, why don't you let me touch it?"

"Your son, have you written your name?" Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes, "The egg dug out of my stomach, what's your business—where did you recite the Heart Sutra when I went to the world with my stomach upright?" "What about your son?"

"..."

Zhang Ziyao climbed onto the bed.

Climb directly from Zhu Jiuyin's body to the inner side of the bed.

Lie down next to Zhu Jiuyin—he was a bit shorter than him, so he stretched out his hands to hook his shoulders, and then pressed his legs against his legs—to prevent him from moving, raised his jaw slightly, and looked at each other With those red eyes, the black-haired boy blinked: "Where does a person come from?"

The boy's hand rested on his shoulder, heavy, and through the clothes, he could still feel the warmth from the other party...

"Niu Niu said that Tianting is the place that likes to pay attention to the superficial human touch, even if it doesn't like to talk about it at all, but for the sake of acting, it still has to talk about it - Tianting Law No.30 Seven Pillars Chapter 6 Fifteen Articles: Huai Immortal fetuses are extremely heinous and shall not be punished with death.” Zhang Ziyao said in a slow voice, “Niu Niu and I were worried that you would not be able to endure the torture of the Black Lotus Water Prison, and there was no other way to save you at that time, so we had no choice but to resort to this plan... ..."

Zhu Jiuyin lowered her eyes.

The bright red eyes became deep.

"You're the one who asked for the fertility drug." Zhu Jiuyin's tone was low and calm, and she used a declarative tone.

"He also wants to save you." Zhang Ziyao said, "If you ask for it, you will give it."

"...Do you want to see my jokes?" Zhu Jiuyin said lightly, "It doesn't make sense, I don't remember eating this kind of thing."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhang Ziyao: "........."

Zhu Jiuyin stared at the empty face of the black-haired boy, thought for a while, and his face changed: "... I was like that at the time, soaked in the water, the scales fell everywhere, I can't even provide nutrition, so I just hope that a mouthful of hot bean paste will let me know that I am still alive and can breathe... Zhang Ziyao, is your heart dark?"

Zhang Ziyao hurriedly hugged Zhu Jiuyin tightly, for fear that he would throw him away—although he knew that if he didn’t want to leave Zhu Jiuyin, he would not be able to bear him—he is a Buddha, Zhulong is a demon, and his status is quite different This grade is now the rhythm of the peasants turning over and singing.

Zhu Jiuyin also knew this.

So when the black-haired boy desperately hugged his arms, he just hugged the egg in his arms tightly and refused to hug him together: "The figure I am so proud of is already walking, Ao Guang laughed at me for being fat; Can’t even go; drowsiness; servants think I’m going to die; I think it’s a longing sickness..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhang Ziyao simply hugged the man with his eggs, as if hanging on him, "I saw it all, I saw you go to Yue Lao to get our brand, that brand is No one would have thought of the last sky-replenishing colored stone, right? I also didn't expect that when the brand came to you, you recovered your divine power and finally gave birth to the egg...I am very happy to see that we have our own cub."

"What's the matter with you."

"That night you ejaculated the dragon in me..."

“………………………that was an accident.”

"But I'm in the Pure Land Dharma Altar. I miss you twenty times an hour. I'm so anxious. Why don't you call me by my name? You just don't." Zhang Ziyao raised his head and rubbed the man's cheek with his soft lips. Chin, "On the corner of the "Heart Sutra" on the Pure Land Dharma Altar, your name is written all over with a dragon pen..."

"..."

"At that time, I really envied my ancestor. He could draw the finishing touch and draw the nine shadows of the candle. Why, I, a silver dragon arhat, wrote your name thousands of times, but I didn't have that kind of supernatural power?"

The black-haired boy's voice became deeper and deeper. He raised his head and watched the man's red pupils getting darker and his breathing getting heavier... He tightened his hands on the man's shoulders.

"Jiujiu, I miss you, you sure don't know how much I miss you." He lowered his head, his eyes turned red, "I'm really afraid that one day, I will be able to write all the Buddhist books on the Pure Land Altar full of your words." name……"

"hypocritical."

"I want to sleep with you in my dream."

"You didn't love me that much before."

"Then I love you very much now."

"You just want to steal eggs."

"I don't want eggs, I just want you."

"Really?"

"real."

"You really aren't this bastard's father, how can your father just say that he left the son behind—you go and you go."

The man hugged the egg, turned over with a stiff face, and completely shattered the sad atmosphere that had been cultivated with great difficulty before. He turned his back to Zhang Ziyao, and on his face were five words in capital letters: postpartum depression.