Who calls this thing a god?

Qi You leaned over, holding the monster's head with his thin and bony hands, his voice was soft and soft as if he was talking about love, but there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood in his eyes.

"My dog, did he recognize another master?"

The monster's tail exploded upright, and the seven scarlet pupils contracted extremely, trembling uneasy.

It shrank back a little, sank down, and assumed a posture of surrender, and the spine-tingling shrill sound rang out again.

"I didn't, I didn't! I remember what you said... After you fell asleep, I seldom appeared in this world. I ate all the carrion and rotten meat. How could I have the good fortune of being fed by others."

This thing also lives by sucking resentment, but it has a cannibalistic nature.

At the beginning, Qiyou, the master, had specially reminded it before going to bed: don't cannibalize people when you eat resentment, and don't eat kindness when you cannibalize people.

Judging by the photos, it is more than twice as small as it was back then. It is estimated that the food has not been good in recent years.

Qiyou didn't doubt that it was there, and patted its huge head casually, and when he was about to say something, he heard the light ringing of bells from the temple behind him.

"Ding Ling - Ding Ling -"

The sound of complaints came into my ears.

Resentment God subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the ferocious smiling mask on his face, not knowing what expression was underneath it.

After standing still for a while, he finally waved off his sleeves and turned to enter the temple.

"His Highness, Resentment, Resentment God... Please respond to my, um... wish!"

The person kneeling in the futon stumbles when speaking, like a tractor that has been punched.

how?Are there any fools who petition me now?

The god of resentment looked at the believer with his back facing him with his arms stretched out.

Narrow shoulders and short stature.

Or a... child?

Are children so angry these days? ?

Qiyou and the monster glanced at each other inadvertently.

The small tractor is still "complaining and resenting Youshen" endlessly.

"Resentment and resentment Youshen" lowered his hands and asked in a cold voice:

"Who are you complaining about?"

The little tractor screamed softly, and slowly turned its head stiffly.

It's a childish face.

He should be eight or nine years old by the looks of it.

He turned his head and saw a man and a beast standing at the door, the man was like a ghost, and the beast was like a demon.

I don't know which one is more suitable to be afraid of first.

Ask, should you cry directly or go through the process?

The little tractor shook its shoulders and started buzzing.

Qi You: "..."

He hates human children the most in his life. He can cry and shout, just like a monkey becoming a spirit.

The monster squatting on the side is very different. It likes children the most. The meat is tender and tastes——

"Boom!" A punch hit its huge head, and it directly sent people into the threshold that was in disrepair and was in danger.

Qiyou was inexplicably depressed, and raised his shoulders to the silly boy again and said, "Go back. This is not where you should come."

The child trembled for a long time, finally found his language center, and said in a crying voice: "I don't know how to go back... It was my brother who asked me to..."

Qiyou raised his eyebrows slightly.

This kind of case is not the first time, the more ghostly you are, the more careful you are when ghosts come to your door.

The monster lay on the threshold, and said in a strange tone: "Another little fool."

"I, I'm not a little fool!"

The little tractor wiped away his tears, and said aggrievedly: "I just got the first place in the class last week, which is amazing."

"Oh, what's number one? Is it a competition for crying noses or a competition for bad kids?"

When the little tractor heard it, tears began to roll in the circles of his eyes again, and he looked at the big brother standing aside as if asking for help.

The eldest brother looked straight at him without hesitation, with the words "If you cry" written in his left eye and "Send you to the ground" written in his right eye.

The little tractor swallowed back the snot and tears abruptly, and let out a "hum--".

This brother is so scary QAQ

The monster chuckled, pawed the gravel on the ground with its paws, and said with a flick of its tail: "Little boy, your brother is going to send you on the road and kill you. If I were you, I would let your brother come to this place later." .I can still have a good meal, aha.”

It noticed Qi Yousen's cold gaze on the top, buried its head down again, and said with a hum: "You said 'you can't eat people, don't eat good', his brother is not good..."

It sounds a little aggrieved.

Qi You didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Putting his arms around his chest to pretend to be cool, he suddenly felt a sore taste in his chest, which made him feel panicky.

"..." Not at this time...

He glanced in disbelief at his fingers hidden under the wide sleeves of his coat.

...Damn it.

He let out a long breath, and scolded the monster next to him: "Meng Jie sent him back."

The monster shook its tail: "Are you leaving again?"

It propped up its huge body, shook its fur, and circled around Qiyou, looking up at him.

Qi You paused, and his tone was slightly slower: "Come back tomorrow."

He squeezed the flesh on the back of the monster's neck hard, watching it squint its eyes comfortably, like an old cat lazily basking in the sun.

The dream is fragmented and mottled.

Qiyou opened his eyes, covered his oppressed chest and sat up abruptly, facing an incomparably handsome face.

Qiyou: "?"

He stared blankly at the uninvited guest in front of him, as if he had been beaten with a sap, his thoughts were mixed.

I'm not fucking dreaming.

"Dream lover" raised his arms, and said with a fake smile: "Do you know how long I've been knocking on the door, little princess?"

Before he came, he was worried that knocking on the door in the middle of the night would frighten Qiyou, so he kept sending him messages and calling him, but no one answered or answered him.

Afraid that something might happen to him, Lu Chan didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he rushed to the door and knocked loudly.

Yang Hao next door couldn't resist opening the door and glanced at him.

Qi You hadn't realized his exponentially rising anger, so he asked, "How did you get into my house?"

As soon as the words fell, I felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind.

He turned his head suspiciously, and saw the empty, wide-open windows.

Two pieces of double-sided glass lay neatly on the ground.

Sorry master, we did our best.

Qi You: "..."

He almost vomited blood from Lu Chan's anger.

"never mind."

Qi You caressed his depressed heart, and stretched out his hand like a Lafayette: "Recharge?"

This sentence is like throwing sparks into the firecrackers.

Lu Chan's eyes glowed red, and the dark blood stains hidden in them were finally turned out to hang in front of people.

He said heavily: "Charge."

As soon as the word landed, he grabbed Qiyou's hand and pushed him back on the bed.

Flesh on flesh, bone on bone.

It was so hot that it almost sparked.

He was strong, and Qi You was not a good person, and immediately grabbed Lu Chan's neck, his eyes were full of cold warning.

Lu Chan was unbiased, allowing him to hold on to his vitals, his body sank, and he firmly embedded himself between his legs.

Pretend to break through the city and fight to the death.

The interlocking hands are pointing fingers, wishing to crush each other's bones.

The heat ignited by the root of the finger is like a prairie fire, which makes people's eye sockets hurt.

Qiyou choked his neck with one hand, and charged him with the other.

The broken hair in front of the forehead is messy, and the tip of the eyes is red like makeup.

On the surface, however, there is still the look of an evil ghost wishing to bite through a person's throat.

Opening his mouth, his fangs were exposed: "Lu Chan, I think your life is too long."

Lu Chan, who was lying on top of him, smiled casually, his scarlet eyes were gloomy and chilling.

He is a beast who wants to tear his prey apart, and his love is dirty and heavy.

but……

Lu Chan lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly.

"When will you understand?"

When can I see this dark corner of me.

"Your Majesty the God of Resentment," he brushed aside the broken hair in front of Qiyou's eyes, and looked straight into those eyes that were too arrogant to face, "Your believer has fallen in love with you. What should I do?"

Qi You ruthlessly tore at the skirt of his shirt, gritted his white teeth and said, "Naturally, it's a cramp and peeling of the skin, crushing the bone and throwing ashes."

Lu Chan laughed in a deep voice, almost touching the tip of his nose with his breath intertwined, "Oh, so."

He rubbed Qiyou's cheek affectionately, suddenly bit his ear tip, suppressed his struggle tightly, and said jokingly: "Don't go back without saying a word next time, tell me in advance. Okay?"

Qiyou was about to yell at him, but he suddenly let go of all his strength and dodged to the side to sit down.

The smile reveals a bit of helplessness and pampering.

What happened just now was so unexpected that Qiyou didn't look at him carefully, only now did he find that this person was only wearing simple home clothes, and his hair was not completely dry yet.

Qiyou glanced at the open window calmly, got up silently and went to the bathroom, unwrapped a brand new towel swiftly, and handed it to him in the room.

"I went back to the Soul Invitation Temple."

He explained nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Lu Chan paused for wiping his hair, "Oh. I'm back at my mother's house."

"..."

I'll go back to your grandma's Fairy Castle.

Qiyou rolled his eyes, pointed to the door and said, "The battery is also charged, can you move?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Chan's expression was very serious, "Your Highness, do you know what your behavior is called?"

"I don't care what it's called, I just care if you can get out of here."

Lu Chan: "..."

As if remembering something, he said to Qi You: "Du Da's matter is being watched by Yang Hao and the others. As for you, Your Highness, you are considered to be on a half-vacation."

Lu Chan pointed to himself, "I am your full-time secretary, responsible for following you."

Hearing this, Qi You already had a myocardial infarction.

Lu Chan was unreasonable, and continued: "So, has your Highness thought about where to go tomorrow?...Oh, that's right."

He shook his hand again, "This. It still needs charging from time to time."

Qi You: "..."

Don't get angry, life is like a play, we get together because of fate, and it's not easy to support each other until we grow old...

Grass, who the hell will support him until he grows old.

He covered his aching temple with a wooden face, "I'm at home."

"Oh. Then I'm home too."

Lu Chan met Qiyou's murderous gaze, and smiled inadvertently: "Don't worry, it's at my house. If your highness wants to follow me—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a huge pillow flew across the sky.

After finally kicking this man out of the house, Qiyou felt powerless as if he had fought a battle.

He pulled out the chair and sat down at the desk, and opened the book "Born Between Sleep" which was full of birdsong.

Qiyou's mind was full of chaos, but he didn't know that Lu Chan, who was at the opposite door, fell asleep tonight.

He dreamed that the child with black grape-like eyes was standing in front of him, and he said to him with a smile:

"It's better to belong to me."