Who calls this thing a god?

"Then I will trouble you and Qiyou tomorrow."

Shen Xuan put down the pen in his hand, and the notebook in front of him was filled with messy and intricate characters.

At first glance, it looks like Chinese characters, but upon closer inspection, it looks a bit like pictographic characters.

People can't understand which country's language he wrote.

Lu Chan nodded lightly, paused, and said, "If my guess is true, then the god that the Shu faction wants to invite may also be ready to move after the appearance of the God of Resentment."

The tip of the pen tapped on the paper, and Shen Xuan's usually gentle face was filled with sorrow, "I'm afraid it is. And your guess has always been..."

"It's not too late." Lu Chan met Lao Shen's gaze and said, "So Director, please make preparations in advance for a showdown with the Shu faction."

"You know, when I make a move, it's bloody."

Snow foam lingers under the street lamps.

Like moths to a flame, the grains are entangled.

Qiyou let out a breath of hot air, silently looking through the fleeting white mist at the street that was dyed yellow by the lights.

Holding the hot Phoenix blood in his pocket, he thought for a while and changed direction.

Snow particles had already accumulated a thick layer on his coat and hat, and from a distance he looked like a slender snowman walking forward with a heavy load.

If the snowman becomes a spirit, it is estimated that he will chase him from afar and ask him which is the best in the world to lose weight.

... The skinny yeti has been lost for half an hour.

From Bureau Nine to Bureau Nine's apartment, it was only one street away, but he really got lost with this [-] million face.

Dare to ask where home is.

Qiyou looked at the snow-covered sky and the scattered buildings beneath it with a straight face.

Would the high priest... be born in such a bizarre environment?

He suddenly thought of Priest Shen, dressed in white.

Where will the high priest be and what will he be doing...

"Little princess."

A voice that was about to rub into his heart sounded behind him, as if worried about disturbing a sleeping child, the voice swept over the snow foam at a leisurely pace.

Qi You was startled, and turned around unconsciously.

The man in the well-pressed black coat stood under the dim light, with a slight smile, his eyes fell on him through the wind and snow.

It seems that there is no wind or snow around me, only the gods in my heart.

He stands in the light.

Lu Chan smiled and made a gentleman's hand-wrapping salute, bent over, nodded slightly, and said in a slightly raised voice, "Your Highness, I'm here to take you home."

His princess stood ten meters away and watched him.

I don't know how to say it, like a light feather brushing across the water, snakes and scorpions are at the tip of my heart.

Qiyou unconsciously took a step closer, unconsciously playing with the phoenix blood back and forth with his wet palms.

Prey watches the sweet trap.

It's a pity that he is not a slick little animal, but a ferocious beast that drinks blood at any time.

He let out a hot breath, changed the subject in a heavy tone and said, "Did the director explain to you?"

Lu Chan straightened up, walked in front of him calmly and stroked the snow, "Why don't you know how to use magic to drive away the snow?...Well, I have explained it."

Qiyou hummed lightly and walked beside Lu Chan.

He was probably cold, and his lips were a little pale.

Lu Chan sensed the location of Phoenix Blood, which happened to be in Qiyou's pocket on the other side.

"Is it cold?"

"improvise."

The warm and dry hand slipped into Qiyou's pocket following this improvisation.

He moved until he held the cold hand that didn't belong to him.

The eyes exposed under the brim of the hat were still calm and indifferent, Qiyou sneered and said: "My friend, don't recognize your ancestors too early."

"Marry a wife and enter the house, just seize the day and night."

With that impenetrable thick skin, Lu Chan took out the little princess's hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

The fingertips slowly stroked his fingertips, and gently pressed his fingertips open.

Fingers intertwined.

Such a simple action seems to have passed 1000 years.

Lu Chan could almost hear the throbbing of his chest.

The temperature is just right, if it is less, it will be alienated, and if it is more, it will be obscene.

He and his god are holding hands.

This is really killing me.

Lu Chan thought to himself.

This section of the road was surprisingly slow.

Lu Chan wished that the Ninth Bureau’s apartment could be built in outer space, then he would probably be able to hold hands with Qiyou and roam the entire galaxy.

"...Lu Chan."

Qiyou finally couldn't help calling his name out loud.

"what?"

"You have taken me past this store three times."

"..."

Relying on his insanity, Lu Chan quietly led him around five times and said, "Really? I'm not very familiar with this area either."

"..." I don't know your grandma well.

Qiyou pulled a donkey face: "Can you do it? If you can't find me, I will return to the temple."

...Hey, I forgot that this ancestor still has real estate.

Lao Fenghuang, who had to bow his head to reality, finally sent people to the door of his house.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Lu Chan watched helplessly as Qiyou pulled his hand out of his pocket, making him shudder.

Qiyou put his hands in front of him, and took a look, "What? Are you studded with diamonds?"

Just as if he didn't see the provocation on his face, Lu Chan still smiled and said, "Maybe, I can't take my eyes off it."

Qiyou: "..." I don't want it, I don't deserve it, don't make us a couple.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? Soy milk fritters? Or buns and porridge?"

"No need, thank you." Qiyou held the doorknob and asked as if remembering something: "You didn't drive? Then how did you go back?"

After hearing this, the expression on Lu Chan's face was a bit complicated, he seemed to be dazed and wanted to laugh, which made Qi You want to slap him to the opposite door.

"Oh, it's actually very convenient."

Lu Chan raised an index finger in front of his lips, and blinked slightly, "But I can't tell you for now."

Neuropathy.

Qi You didn't want to know at all, and closed the door.

Instead, Lu Chan stood in front of the door and smiled unconsciously.

After admiring the door of his house for a while, he hooked it lightly in his pocket, and a brand new key ring hung on his fingertips.

He hummed a little tune, turned around and opened the door opposite to Qiyou's house.

Of course hunting is to use all means to shorten the distance.

Otherwise, what kind of hunting is it?

Early the next morning, Kiyo yawned lazily while walking slowly towards the elevator.

From the corner of his eyes, he accidentally noticed that the decoration on the opposite door seemed to have changed. He unconsciously took another look, and then his right eyelid began to twitch wildly.

Qiyou: "???"

This is a toxic bar, what the hell.

When he got out of the elevator, he was still rubbing his eyes and walking towards the hall.

It's really crazy.

"here."

Lu Chan opened the door of a van and waved to him.

He moved his hand to take a look, and when he looked at Shang Lu Chan, his right eyelid twitched even more.

From a distance, it looked like he was rolling his eyes at Lu Chan, or rolling his eyes in groups.

Thanks to Mr. Qiyou for sending 99 supercilious eyes!

"Old Lu... is he in a bad mood?" Jiang Fusheng sat in the passenger seat, almost sticking his head under the seat, "Does he think this car is broken..."

He looked at the driver again: "Old Wu, do we have eight sedan chairs in our bureau, or we dispatch..."

"No."

Before the driver could answer, Lu Chan gave him a sideways glance, "It's not your turn to invite him into the sedan chair."

Jiang Fusheng: "?"

During the time he spoke, Qi You had already walked up to the car and jumped on it.

Lu Chan closed the car door and said, "Let's go, Old Wu."

"Hey." The van responded and started to drive smoothly.

The aroma of steamed buns spread in the compartment.

Jiang Fusheng: "?" He really wanted to ask if the two behind were here for a picnic, but he didn't dare.

Qiyou was leaning on the back seat of the car and eating breakfast with a sleepy expression. He didn't need to ask what the specific process was today, he just had to follow along, whoever blocks and kills... beats whoever.

Just like before, he can make tools with peace of mind.

Whoever wants to use him will have to pay a corresponding price.

"We're going to a market in the southern district." Lu Chan took out a tissue and handed it to him, "Duda will meet people in one of the fish markets."

"You don't need to tell me." Qiyou wiped his mouth, "I just..."

"You have a mind of your own."

Lu Chan interrupted him, "Do as you wish."

Qiyou raised an eyebrow and said, "Then what if I want to kill you?"

"Then you will kill me."

As long as you want.

He didn't say this sentence, but it was already written in his eyes, and it was firmly conveyed to Qi You.

"I dripped a drop of blood on the back of Du Da's neck, and I can sense his position on that compass," Lu Chan pointed to the old compass placed in front of Old Wu and Jiang Fusheng, "If it's not his master who will meet you later, Then we'll keep going."

I don't know if Qi You listened or not, he watched the scenery outside the window while drinking soy milk.

Why bother.

The four people in the car fell into extreme silence.

Old Wu concentrates on drag racing, Jiang Fusheng doesn't dare to beep, Qiyou is determined to be a food broadcaster, Lu Chan...

Judging by his expression, he probably wanted to remove Jiang Fusheng's antlers and put them in a flowerpot.

During this journey, Jiang Fusheng's hands were not idle, he would touch his neck which was chilled for a while, and touch the place on his head where the antlers used to grow.

No, it's a fucking disaster.

After finally driving to the dilapidated farmers market, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Because Lu Chan's attention was attracted by Qiyou, and Qiyou's attention was attracted by the chicken seller in front of the market.

Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Jiang Fusheng somehow felt his back getting colder. If there was still a gloomy wind just now, it was the gloomy wind blowing him like a stepmother raising an iron sand palm.

A businessman who sells chickens to shed their feathers in front of the market raises a knife and falls, and the life of the chicken rises to heaven. The businessman's wife takes the neck of the chicken and puts it into a machine pouring hot water forcibly shedding its feathers.

That's called a bloody.

Qiyou watched with relish, and turned his head for a long time to slightly raised his eyebrows at Lu Chan.

it is more than words.

Lu Chan: "..." Hehe.

He had to stand up and prove for himself, "I am not a chicken."

"Oh, is it?" Qi You lazily changed his sitting position, "What a pity."

what a pityPity you didn't send me into that machine? ?

"Old Lu! The compass moved! Du Da was picked up!"

As expected, Lu Chan spit out two words unhurriedly:

"follow up."