Who says the deity is not Bai Ze

Hearing this noun that seems to have been heard somewhere but failed to form an obvious concept in his mind, the first thought that popped up in Fu Li was——

Um?Emperor Qin's Mausoleum?Where?

Those who don't know each other will be treated as my back garden.

So Fu Li looked at the magnificent building below, and didn't show any special expression, only hummed lightly.

But the group of people who exclaimed just now did not calm down again.

I only heard a healthy voice shouting excitedly: "Ah! Grand Master! I'm not dreaming! This place is really the Mausoleum of the Emperor Qin! I never thought that I would see such an ancient relic in my lifetime! Wow, wow, wow, I'm content to die—"

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, he was hammered by his companions.

"Why hit me?" The voice sounded aggrieved.

"Yu Zhouheng, can you stop talking about death and immortality, calm down, and learn from others. You didn't even frown when you heard Qin Huangling's mausoleum. Aren't you embarrassing our patriarch by shouting like this?"

The person named Yu Zhouheng flattened his mouth, a little unconvinced, twisted his head and looked aggressively along his fingers, and then his pupils lit up, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes.

Today, Fuli only wore a simple white shirt with a pair of narrow-leg jeans underneath, which made her legs straighter and her ankles were pinched very thinly. The slightly raised ankle bones were exposed to the air. Light blue blood vessels can be vaguely seen under the skin.

Yu Zhouheng almost wanted to compose a poem.

ah!A beautiful young man, just like acacia flowers in late spring and April, clean, soft and white.He quietly released a deer and slammed into the south wall of my heart.

However, before he stepped forward to say a few words, a man who was a little taller than him suddenly approached beside the boy in white.

Wearing the same white shirt, the sleeves are rolled up casually, the neckline is loose, the broken hair is flying, and the temperament is lazy and slightly decadent.

The man stood beside the boy, stretched out his arms, passed across the boy's waist, and pulled the boy towards him.

The exposed half of the arm is covered with a thin layer of muscle, not exaggerated, it is very slender and beautiful.

Just when the man lowered his head slightly, as if he was about to do something, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Zhouheng.While his eyes fell on Yu Zhouheng's body, his lips also lightly pressed against the top of the boy's soft hair.

kissed.

It's like taking an oath of sovereignty.

Yu Zhouheng: "..."

Now he wants to write another poem.

ah!Beautiful young man, but you were embraced by that terrifying Demon King!Look at his indifferent eyes, looking at me like a dead man!I quit, and this retreat is for the rest of my life!

The top of the head was a little itchy, Fu Li raised his hand to touch it, but only touched a piece of soft hair.

The man had already opened the distance, holding his waist in a dignified manner, standing on the edge of the soft sedan without guardrails in a dangerous posture that might fall at any time, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know where he was falling.

Taking an inhale, Fu Li forced himself to ignore the heat source from his waist.

He has feelings for Sha Bao, which he knows very well.It's just that he was used to being alone for a long time, and suddenly there was a real big man beside him, and this man was still his legitimate boyfriend.Even if he accepts it in his heart, there will always be some discomfort in his body

There is a panic of domain being invaded.

But recently, the man pinches his little face and touches his waist from time to time. Occasionally, when he gets excited, he even kisses him twice.

Fu Li has gradually learned to ignore these small tricks of mopping up.

It's not annoying, and there's something Fu Li doesn't want to admit but it's true that kissing is really comfortable.

The giant soft sedan floated above a stretch of corridor-like buildings, and slowly sank amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

When the floor of the wooden sedan chair hit the ground paved with green bricks, a thin layer of dust could be stirred up. It can be seen that there are not many people who usually come to this place, and they are a bit neglected.

"Fellow monks, this is where you temporarily lived during your stay at the Lishan Dojo. Everyone settle down now, and someone will come to invite you to the main hall to attend a banquet and pay homage to the Palace Master of Lishan." During Bi Luo's speech , Another identical sedan chair also fell to the ground, and the fellow spiritual practitioners jumped off one by one, and the last thing that came out was Huangquan, which Chen Dansheng said was "the relationship with Biluo is like water and fire".

I thought that the two would have to laugh at each other when they met, but Bi Luo just nodded at Huang Quan indifferently, and then walked away along the corridor.

It seems that the relationship is indeed not good, but it has not reached the point of hatred.

Fu Li glanced nonchalantly at Chen Dansheng who was choosing a room, suppressed the doubts in his eyes, and picked a room randomly.

He originally thought that the cleanliness of the room would be a worrying issue depending on the dilapidation of the flower garden outside and the thickness of the moss on the green bricks.Unexpectedly, the house I picked out was very clean, the bed was spacious, and the wardrobe and tables were all new.There is a layer of slightly transparent hemp paper stretched on the carved window lattice, and the sunlight that comes in is also filtered so that it is not so glaring.

When he looked around the room, Shabao had already hung up the clothes that needed to be hung, and the shoes of both of them were neatly stacked on the bed base, his was smaller, and Shabao's was bigger.

Seeing the strange house quickly take on their atmosphere, Fu Li suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, as if no matter where he went, as long as this person was there, he would have a home.

Sha Bao was checking for any unclean places, with his head tilted to the side, Fu Li suddenly wanted to tease him.

"Baby, why are you so—so virtuous." Fu Li sat on the edge of the bed, stretched his arms in an exaggerated posture, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and narrowly narrowed his eyes at the man, "Be good, be good. , as expected of my little daughter-in-law."

"Really." Sha Bao replied lightly, unable to hear the emotion.I saw him slowly rolling up the sleeves that had been left behind when he was tidying up his things, walking towards the big carved bed while doing so.

The bed curtain and quilt of the big bed are all bright red, the gauze is half see through, a few lotus stalks are indistinctly embroidered on it, and the orb pendant hangs from above, making a crisp sound of hitting jade.

There were mandarin ducks and lotuses on the sheets and quilt, and when Sha Bao came over, he just sat on the heads of the two mandarin ducks.

"Little daughter-in-law?" Sha Bao tilted his head, the end of his eyes was long and narrow, and the red color on the bed even dyed his fair skin a bit of rouge, making him look romantic and gorgeous.

The sense of vigilance cultivated for thousands of years tells Fu Li that it is not good, it seems that some unknown danger is approaching.

So he cleared his throat, followed his will, and moved his butt to the side.

The bed shook, Sha Bao sat down, supported his head, and stared at Fu Li.

The Adam's apple rolled a little uneasily, and Fu Li began to change the subject blatantly, "Tell me, what is the relationship between Biluo and Huangquan? Who is the owner of Lishan Palace here? Why haven't they come to call us? This is considered neglect." Is there a visitor?"

"Fu Li, your ears are red." Sha Bao suddenly said inexplicably.

Fu Li just wanted to say that he didn't have red ears, it was the light reflected on the red bed curtain.

As a result, he was horrified to see a head quickly approaching his ear, followed by a burst of soft moisture from the earlobe.

......Um? ? ?Fu Li was stunned for a while, he was licked?

As if he happened to understand what Fu Li was thinking, after licking, the man kindly explained: "If it turns red, it means you are sick, just lick it and it will be fine."

Hearing this, Fu Li's earlobes were really red, like two fresh red cherries hanging on the treetops.

This sentence is too familiar, isn't it what he said when he was drunk that night?The man said so, and he really didn't have the nerve to refute, after all, denying a man is denying himself.

And what he said, Fu Xiaoli, would never make a mistake.

The big deal is to be licked on the ear, even kissed, are you afraid of this?

It's a pity that someone's revenge is not over yet.

The man said again: "Fu Li's face is red." Then he leaned in and licked each of his cheeks.

"The nose is red." After speaking, he licked the tip of Fu Li's nose again.

Finally, his eyes slowly fell on the bright red lips, the lips were plump and beautiful, and there was a faint smile on his face when he was stern.

Fu Li tightened her hands on the bed, and pulled out a few messy folds on the neat mandarin duck blanket.

His lips were about to burn from being stared at, but the man just stared there leisurely, without any unnecessary movements, as if he was just admiring some artwork.

The blood in the veins turned into hot magma, which rushed from the soles of the feet all the way to the Tianling Gai, and with a 'boom', Fuli finally exploded.

He grabbed the collar of the man's shirt and pulled the man's head closer, with such force that the two quartz buttons on the top even burst open.

The moment his lips touched, Fu Li thought, he didn't want to kiss, but just hated the feeling of being controlled by others.

Fu Li kissed without any rules, it can be said that he was gnawing his lips in the real sense, and his cruel appearance didn't look like a loved one, but rather a hated enemy.

Seeing that Fu Li was about to become impatient, the man let out a pleasant muffled laugh from his chest, put his big palm on Fu Li's head, and lightly pinched Fu Li's jaw with his other hand, taking advantage of the moment when the gap between his lips opened, he wantonly broke in. Go in and attack the city.

After a while, Fu Li could only pant for breath.

Sha Bao pulled the soft flesh on Fu Li's face, and smiled: "Who is the little wife?"

A good guy doesn't suffer from immediate losses, Fu Li was pushed and bullied, and quickly changed his words: "Little daughter-in-law? Of course it's not you."

He didn't want to wrong himself to be his little wife, and he didn't want to be taken back by a man from another place just because he took advantage of her verbally.

So under the narrow eyes of the man, Fu Li blinked her slender eyelashes, played with the man's cuffs that were scratched by him during the kiss, and muttered lazily: "Who is the little wife? None of us. We Aren't they each other's boyfriends..."

As soon as Fu Li softened, Sha Bao's heart softened.

Although he really wanted to deal with him on the spot, but this place is really not a good place, he couldn't bear it.

So he had no choice but to adjust his sitting posture without any trace, followed Fu Li to rub his cuffs into a mess, stretched out his other hand, and helped Fu Li stroke a few locks of unruly curled hair.

When the atmosphere was developing towards warmth, a series of loud noises suddenly sounded outside the door, mixed with funny low-quality electronic sounds:

Collect old TV sets, old refrigerators, old home appliances, recycle scrap copper, rotten iron and old paper——

It is obviously the recording of the trumpet, which is piercing and eye-catching, and it is conveyed to every corner of the palace.

Fu Li was stunned for a moment, no matter how charming her thoughts were, she died.

He stood up and walked to the window, opened the window lattice with a pole, frowned and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

Then I saw a boy who looked somewhat similar to Huang Quan, holding a big white horn, smashed his fist a few times with a sad face, then tentatively flipped the switch, then with a smile on his face, he pointed at the horn and shouted:

"Hello, hello, hello? Hey! Fellow monks, Palace Master, please go to the main hall, Afang Palace, to have a talk."