Who calls this thing a god?

The cold air in the room seemed to be piercing into one's internal organs, making one's bones tremble.

Qiyou, who caused this situation, sat on the bench by the wall like an old Buddha, his eyes were full of darkness, as if he was not sitting on a chair, but a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He crossed his slender fingers unhurriedly. The seams between his fingers were clean and the fingertips were shiny. They were really suitable for playing the piano and holding the pen.

"I'm asking you, who is that idiot." Qiyou looked indifferent, "I ask, you answer. Say one more word, you can try it."

His voice was not loud, but he uttered words very clearly, almost hitting the heart with every word, making a bloody hole every time.

The shark's face was pale and his lips trembled.

He didn't expect Qi You to say such a thing, and Lu Chan who was standing in the interrogation room was even more surprised. He thought that His Royal Highness was cold-tempered, he didn't like to talk, and he didn't like to meddle in other people's business.

Who knew it was a bit eloquent.

The merman clenched his teeth, his temples protruded, his eyeballs almost popped out, "I don't—" He was only halfway through when he tilted his head suddenly, and a bloody tooth flew out. , Dangdang fell to the ground.

Qiyou twirled his thumbs back and forth, entwined with strands of resentment.

He calmly glanced at the one-sided glass, then casually retracted his gaze and fixed it on the bent-over merman who couldn't stop coughing.

"Don't fool me with your mermaid's loyal nature. Now you need the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."

"I am the harm you want to avoid."

Jiang Fusheng's eyes were straightened in the interrogation room.

"Old Lu, the interrogators are not allowed to use torture without permission!?"

Lu Chan said categorically, "Not allowed."

"Then he—"

Lu Chan frowned in confusion, turned his head and looked at him with a deaf and blind look: "Who are you talking about?"

Jiang Fusheng choked, pointed to the side of the glass and said, "He, who else could it be? He, Mr. Qi You."

After hearing this, instead of rushing to defend himself, Lu Chan said half surprised and half threatening: "Which eye of yours saw him tortured?"

Jiang Fusheng: "?"

Sorry, I saw it with both my left and right eyes.

You are a little deaf and blind.

In the interrogation room, the full-time interrogator dared not show his breath, and sat upright holding the recording pen. The merman sitting opposite him coughed heart-rendingly and sprayed blood on his face, so he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

The merman coughed for a full 5 minutes before he calmed down, looking panicked.

He didn't even see how Qiyou made his hand, his internal organs were crowded together in a mess, making him shiver with pain.

What is the origin of this man?

The merman said hoarsely: "...that lord's name is 'Gu Buming', I don't know more about it."

His gaze was gradually stained with hatred, and it was even more creepy under the pale light, as if he was about to show his sharp fangs at any time.

It can be seen that the interrogator unconsciously drew a page of Morse code while holding a pen.

Qi You didn't even frown, stood up expressionlessly, and the merman immediately dodged to the corner of the chair, wishing he could get into the crack.

Unexpectedly, he twisted open the door with his backhand and stuck his head out—he took a deep breath of fresh air.

Merman: "?"

Hello?

Qi You closed the door again and sat down, and read it again in a leisurely manner: "Gu, no, Ming?"

He frowned unconsciously.

I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

As a god, his encounters in the world are fleeting, and he has probably completely forgotten about the events of the earlier dynasties. The only thing he can remember is the time when he had the high priest before he fell asleep.

But he couldn't remember the specifics, and he even forgot what the high priest looked like in his long sleep.

It is necessary to ask Director Shen.

Qiyou really felt a headache from the faint smell of fish in the interrogation room, and he pinched his sore nose, "Where do you live?"

When the merman heard this question, he began to pretend to be dumb again, watching his nose, nose, nose and heart, trying his best to evaporate the fishy smell from his body.

The glasses of the interrogator sitting in front of him were almost blown out, and the hand holding the recording pen was shaking.

Did I really poke Sea World?

Comrade Qiyou in the back row was literally split on the spot, his hair was about to explode, and he opened the door and left without saying a word.

In the corridor, after taking four or five deep breaths, the seven souls and six souls returned to their places one by one.

"kid."

Lu Chan came out of the interrogation room next door, and closed the door behind him, "I'll take you home, don't be abducted by bad guys."

Qi Youmu looked around with a straight face: "Who? Who is talking?"

Lu Chan: "..."

He pretended to sigh, and put on an upright attitude, "Little friend, I am so sad that you are like this."

Qiyou's face was expressionless, he really didn't see any sad slenderness in this person.

Did it grow into his hair?

Lu Chan pretended not to see his contemptuous eyes, and stood in front of him, and opened the skirt of his coat, "Come on, brother, there is fragrance in your arms."

The aroma of burning bamboo and flowers rushed to the face, instantly baptizing the sense of smell being murdered by the sharks.

I don't know when it started, Kiyo is more likely to remember someone's smell than their appearance.

He was startled, and commented with a half-smile but not a smile: "Oh. It's quite fragrant."

Qiyou inadvertently pulled the gray scarf around Lu Chan's neck, wrapped it around his neck a few times, and piled it loosely.

Half of his face was buried in the scarf, but his exposed eyes stared directly at Lu Chan without hesitation, and raised his eyebrows frivolously.

Like provocation, like flirting.

He is a tempting prey, a dangerous lover.

After staring at him for a long while, Lu Chan finally gave a embarrassed smile, his eyes darkened: "He has been turned into an army."

At six o'clock in winter, the outside is brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

When Qiyou was sitting in the co-pilot, he often looked at the sky through the glass.

He was lying in the car seat with his whole body boneless, with his hands resting on his stomach, and his chin slightly lifted. From Lu Chan's angle, he could just see his slender neck and the looming Adam's apple in the scarf.

Lu Chan subconsciously glanced a few more times, and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

"God." He said concisely, and the passing traffic was reflected one by one in front of those eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

Qiyou looked at the night that seemed to be covered with a layer of gold leaf, and said calmly, "It wasn't so bright before."

The previous sky was too noble to be stained with lights.

The back mountain of Suyouzong was so dark that every time he went back with the little yellow dog, he had to follow the high priest's talisman.

Floating ahead of him, burning with excitement, like a never-ending moon.

Lu Chan stopped the car and opened the door, walked around to Qiyou, and opened the door for him in a gentlemanly manner, "Please, Your Highness."

Looking at the left hand stretched out in front of him, Qiyou sat unmoved in the co-pilot, his eyes climbed from his hand to the face with deep and distinct features, with a smile that was not a smile.

Lu Chan pretended to be as steady as an old dog, but his heart was pounding.

The person in front of him was still slumped in the seat as if he had no bones.

He never looked directly at people, but lazily lifted his eyelids a little, giving people a feeling of being defiant.

Laughter is also full of sneers, or holding the corners of the lips indifferently.

It's really not pleasing, and it doesn't quite match that peach-like bright face.

Every gesture of hands and feet reveals the meaning of keeping strangers away, and those who get close will die.

Seeing that he was motionless, Qi You slowly suppressed his smile and sighed lightly.

Like a temptation, but also like a reward, he put his hand on Lu Chan's.

Before he could take it back, Lu Chan had already gathered his warm and dry palms and held him firmly in them.

The soft heat was continuously passed from his palm, Qiyou stood up straight, glanced at him lazily with the end of his eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm going home."

"Ah."

Lu Chan nodded indifferently: "I'll take you home and I'll go."

Qiyou raised his eyebrows and lifted the big phoenix's paw: "What does this mean?"

"I'm afraid you'll get lost." He said without blushing.

In fact, His Royal Highness probably doesn't understand what intimacy like holding hands means, and Lu Chan knows this in his heart.

He didn't want to take advantage of Qiyou's confusion.

After all, he wanted to fall in love with his god, not seduce his god to make mistakes.

But when he met those eyes, Lu Chan unconsciously burned half of his reason.

After entering the unit door, Qi You pressed the elevator with the other hand, and said casually, "Is this the way to go?"

Lu Chanquan pretended not to understand, and said seriously, "I'll go back as soon as you get home."

Meticulous effort seems to come to pick up the task

Qi You sneered unmoved, followed him into the elevator room, and looked at the jumping red numbers.

The inexplicable right eyelid started to twitch again.

Great evil!

When he got out of the elevator, Qiyou still wondered why his eyelids twitched as soon as he got home these days.

Fierce gods also commit Tai Sui?

Standing still at the door of the house, he took out the key to open the door, and naturally let go of Lu Chan.

For no reason, the base of the little finger suddenly felt like it was burning.

Qi You didn't take it seriously, but Lu Chan who was standing behind him raised his left hand inexplicably and looked at it.

Qi Youli unscrewed the door, threw the key to the shoe rack casually, stood in the hallway and looked at him, never asking anyone to come in for a drink, and just opened his mouth and said, "Goodbye."

Lu Chan put down his hands and raised the corners of his lips meaningfully: "Well, see you tomorrow."

Then, under Qiyou's gaze, he took out the key in his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the opposite door.

Qi You: "..."

I'm going to fuck you big watermelon.

He almost split open on the spot, and his face was almost pulled to the ground.

However, Lu Chan still joked recklessly: "I'm new here, please take care of me, good neighbor."

With a dark face, Qi You slammed the door loudly.

He actually followed that dog's way!No wonder his right eyelid twitches wildly every day when he passes by the opposite door!

What the hell is living in the opposite door!

Qiyou almost died of anger, he casually threw his coat on the sofa, turned his head and went into the bedroom, and lay down on the soft mattress.

Motionless, as if dead.

After more than ten minutes, he turned over when the side was cooked, and lay on his back subconsciously stretching out his hand to cover the light in front of him.

For no reason, the red mark burned and hurt again.

Like a heartbeat.

His head was dazed, and he saw the tattoo-like thin line on the base of his little finger unconsciously stopped.

This is a gift from an old friend...

This is the high priest of Suyouzong, a gift from Shen Hegui.

Kyousuke sighed.

No, why did this thing get entangled in Lu Chan's hands? ? ?

This rope... What did Shen Hegui send him for in the first place?

The author has something to say: Today I am revising the manuscript in the waiting hall outside the examination room, I am praising myself~

I'm done~ I'm happy~