Who calls this thing a god?

After meeting with Qiyou, Lu Chan first explained the case tracking process to him in a very principled manner.

The person involved, Qiyou, didn't feel anything, but calmly said that when the grandson who used him as a gunman was caught, he would be sent directly to the six realms of reincarnation.

Lu Chan didn't speak, just stared at the person with a smile.

Seeing Qiyou's hair straightened, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Are you sick again?"

This question was asked so sincerely that Lu Chan almost thought that he had some hidden disease.

He groaned, and unhurriedly stretched out that skinny but powerful hand in front of Qiyou.

Not only stretched, but also swayed towards him very ostentatiously.

Qiyou said angrily, "Feed it to the dog."

The hand trembled rather "injured", and the owner pretended to be innocent and said, "Why don't you come and charge the battery?"

Charge Nima's electricity.

Qiyou's temples were protruding, he couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around and left with the book in his arms.

...Even so, I still held hands.

Subtle warm currents spread gradually, making people want to sigh involuntarily.

Jiang Fusheng, who was walking towards him from the office, wished he could poke his eyes to preserve the corpse.

Nima, old bastard! ! !Look at the face of the plague god beside you! ! !It's so black it shines! !

He was watching his mind, and was about to run away, but was stopped by Lu Chan "very blind".

Jiang Fusheng stiffly turned his twisted face, and asked in a weak voice, "What...why...ah..."

Lu Chan: "..."

In fact, it is not unreasonable for the Yaozu including Jiang Fusheng to be afraid of Qiyou.

Monsters are naturally afraid of gods, and Qiyou also has this innate advantage now that his divine power has collapsed.

Not to mention Qiyou's disposition of ruining the world with a single disagreement.

Holding hands with him here, maybe holding a knife there.

Lu Chan acted as if he didn't see his collapse at all, and picked up the hand held by His Highness and shook it at him.

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

Do you think it's too late for me to die now?Can you catch up with Samsara Line [-]?

You fucking look at that face next to you! ! !He's going to kill someone! ! !Look at it! ! !

Jiang Fusheng was in a dilemma, he hummed and said, "Well, that's good, that's good."

He had just finished speaking when he heard a creaking voice, and looked along the source of the sound suspiciously, only to see that his good brother's hands were about to be crushed into meat paste.

Qiyou exerted force with no expression on his face, and Lu Chan could still say to him in an ambiguous tone with a smile on his face: "Little princess, I won't hook up with others, don't be afraid."

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

Do you want to court death that much?

……

When leading people into the office, the battery is almost fully charged.

Qiyou let go of his purple hand, put the book under his arm on the table, and wanted to be a hermit crab to isolate himself from the world.

But things backfired, Lu Chan saw that he was restless when he was free, and insisted on knocking on his hard shell to make him stretch his teeth and claws to feel comfortable.

"This kid..."

Qi You: "Dead."

Lu Chan sneered: "I haven't said anything yet."

Qiyou said angrily: "Everything you say is dead."

The little hermit crab's attitude of avoiding snakes and scorpions made Lu Chan laugh. He glanced at the two books of Qiyou and stopped unconsciously.

He recognized the ancient characters on the cover, which were "Sleeping Life" and "Unknown Art".

If Picasso saw the handwriting, he would be silent.

But why can he recognize it?

Hearing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Qiyou thought that he had finally passed away, so he opened the cover with a sigh of relief. Lu Chan suddenly poked his finger on the title page and fixed it.

"Is this your old friend?"

His cold voice sounded, inexplicably piercing, making people's hearts sink.

Qi You saw that his fingertips were pressing one of the three characters "Shen Qijiu".

"pray".

It hurts and itches like being poked in the heart with a finger.

Qi You took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

"He gave you the red string?"

"Yes."

Lu Chan's temples were protruding, and he withdrew his hands expressionlessly, thinking: This f*ck directly blows up the rival's lair.If you die, just lie down, the red rope belongs to me, and the person also belongs to me.

This moody attitude made Qi You baffled, he glanced at Lu Chan, but didn't say much, and looked up the "Life in Sleep" first.

He searched ten lines at a glance, while thinking bitterly, Shen Hegui had read thousands of books, and looking for clues about a small broken rope was nothing like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But what if you ask someone else?

Qi You sighed deeply, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

It was rare for Lu Chan who was sitting on the side not to bother him, and opened his laptop to sort out the clues of the latest case.

The Mopai frequently show their feet, and it is only a matter of time before they find out who is behind the scenes.

To be honest, Lu Chan didn't care too much about the life and death of the Shu faction.

If it wasn't for various signs that he had a relationship with the God of Resentment, and he was sitting in this position—not to mention that he repeatedly wanted to change jobs.It is estimated that by this time he had already thrown the Shupai back.

Lu Chan tapped the keyboard lightly and called up the relevant information of Dong Miao, the owner of the fourth copper coin.

No.12 Middle School Grade 15 ([-]), male, [-] years old.

An hour later, while sending a message to Jiang Fusheng, Lu Chan patted Qiyou on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

Qiyou raised his head from the sea of ​​suffering: "What to eat?"

"Barbecue. Do you want to eat it?"

Qi You shook his head: "Far away."

"I'll be there by car in ten minutes."

Qi You didn't shake his head this time, and stuck his neck: "Tired."

"..."

Lu Chan corrected the refreshed three views, and asked with a smirk: "Then where do you think it is not far? Are you not tired?"

"Downstairs cafeteria."

Lu Chan: "..."

I want to ask you why you have those two legs.

So the Huangquan Guiding People group appeared downstairs in the magnificent, beaded and emerald, carved railings and jade... Jiuju canteen downstairs with two evil spirits.

Taking prayer as the center and Lu Chan as the radius to draw a circle, no grass will grow wherever it goes, pedestrians will give way, and the king of Hades will detour.

I'm afraid of getting the bad luck of these two people.

Qiyou looked indifferent—even a bit as if it should be taken for granted, and sat down with a plate.

In comparison, Lu Chan, who usually wears a smiley face on weekdays, is a bit far behind.

He stared at the greasy set meal on the dinner plate, and his hair was so worried that he almost retracted his head.

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Qi You recalled his eating habit of "not eating a few handfuls", the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he took the initiative to break open a pair of disposable chopsticks and hand them to him.

"Eat."

Confessor, it's time to take your medicine.

Lu Chan's face was as green as the cabbage in his soup, and he started picking meat for Qiyou to eat.

Qiyou looked at the piece of braised pork that fell on his dinner plate, glanced at him blankly, and lowered his head to eat his own in silence.

Of course he didn't see the little bit of muddy horse in Qiyou's shy eyes at all, happily picking and choosing from his dinner plate, tearing off the fat of the braised pork, tearing off the skin of the spicy chicken, and picking out the meatballs. Give him the minced green onions one by one.

It looked as if it had been chewed up by ten grass mud horses.

Qiyou took a deep breath, and finally stretched out his chopsticks towards the vegetarian dish on his plate.

Lu Chan was pleasantly surprised, and said with a touch of emotion: "Oh, no, no, you can eat what you want."

"Take your hands away, I'll pick up the vegetables."

Lu Chan: "..."

He looked at Shang Qiyou as if he was looking at an idiot, and laughed twice dryly.

"Oh, then you eat slowly. What, it's not enough to keep you full."

Qiyou didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Lu Chan didn't need to be busy, so he could spare time to focus on the little highness in front of him.

When he ate, he was quite gentle, with both hands on the table, he took the food slowly, his cheeks slightly puffed up, and he chewed slowly.

Before swallowing this mouthful, never stretch out the chopsticks a second time.

After chewing, he suddenly stopped.

Lu Chan: "?"

After half a minute, he started chewing again.

Lu Chan: "???"

Ah this.

His face darkened.

He, Lu Chan, swears to the sky that he has never seen a creature lazier than this man since he grew up.

……

That night, Qi You went back to the Temple of Soul Request.

...Of course, it was to avoid Lu Chan's visit and charging.

He walked barefoot through the long stone steps, and his red clothes swayed the ground, which was the brightest color in the darkness.

Qiyou was wearing a weird smiling mask, and after walking a few steps, he had to stop and look at the chaotic woods around him, not knowing what he was looking for.

Unfortunately, all the way to no avail.

When he walked up to the top stone steps, he suddenly heard a rattling sound behind him.

The wind is everywhere, and the resentful spirits are crying.

Trembling.

Qiyou turned around unhurriedly.

A dark blue and black monster was lying on the old stone steps.

It is huge, probably taller than a grown man standing up.

It looks like a wolf, with four claws like saws.The chirping sound was like a baby, and the whimpering and whimpering made people feel chills all over the body.

Hidden in its erect tail are seven scarlet and narrow eyes.

The totem on the face was weird and ferocious, and the mouth seemed to have been cut open by a knife, revealing two rows of sharp sawtooths.

If Jiang Fusheng were here, he would probably scare Jiutian Lanyue on the spot.

Qiyou was not surprised when he saw it, and said in a calm tone, "You are awake."

The monster licked its front paws, paced forward unhurriedly, circled around Qiyou, and stared at him maliciously.

After examining it to no avail, he finally sniffed his neck lightly, "You are the only one who fell asleep."

It spoke more like a child's voice, indescribably weird.

Qi You tilted his head, and suddenly reached out to grab one of its ears, "You were not here a few days ago."

The monster probably hurt from being scratched by him, Zhi'er yelled, "It hurts, it hurts, hiss...Your hand is stronger again, my lord."

As if he hadn't heard of it, Qi You leaned close to its face, looked at its mouth carefully, and said in a cold voice, "You are eating people."

The monster groaned wildly in its throat, and its paws scratched out a few white marks on the stone steps.

This thing eats people, Qiyou knows it.

Don't talk about it, even myself, I also killed people a few years ago.

But it's different now...

Qiyou let go of his hand suddenly, and the face behind the mask could not tell the joy or anger.

"I heard yesterday that my followers were being fed to dogs."

His gaze was as cold as a knife, and he stared straight at it, making people's hair stand on end.

He took the monster's face in his hands unhurriedly, and spoke softly:

"My dog, did he recognize another master?"

The author has something to say: I got up early today to catch up on the manuscript, and I was moved by my hard work~

Go sleep first to provoke qvq