Who calls this thing a god?

Qiyou fell asleep too drunk and deeply, and when he woke up, he still felt dazed and had a headache.

He clutched his forehead and turned over with a groan. When he saw the tall and green bamboo on the bedside table, he cursed subconsciously.

Who the hell put this in my house.

Qiyou was dizzy and half sat up on the head of the bed, the room was drawn with thick curtains, and it was as dark as night.

He touched his phone and saw that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

What happened last night, how did he come back...

Qiyou looked at the pants that were being folded and placed on the chair, and fell into thought.

Could it be that he is a labor-loving god when he is drunk? ?

Qiyou was wrapped in a soft quilt, like a freshly baked sushi roll, and lay on the bed for a long time, then got up again, put on his pants, and unscrewed the door of the bedroom - he pressed the doorknob with his hand, Mimi I thought vaguely: I don't have the habit of closing the door when I sleep.

Just wondering, he saw the spotless, clean and tidy living room.

"..." How long did I fucking sleep this time?Co-authoring really closes your eyes for a thousand years? ?

"Yo, are you awake?"

When Qiyou was staring at the clean living room in a daze, Lu Chan came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand. Not to mention that Qiyou's three meals a day were all settled in the Jiuju cafeteria, and even drinking water was difficult. Relying on stockpiling mineral water has hardly ever entered the kitchen, let alone where the plates came from.

The point is, this man is shirtless.

Qi You: "..."

"Your home's supplies are too poor. I want to make a meal and open the cupboard to see that there is nothing but air. I specially brought home the kitchen utensils and ingredients." Lu Chan put the bacon omelette on the table and introduced it very considerately. "The soy milk is still hot. The milk is too greasy. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Go wash up and eat."

Qi You: "..." Whose house is this?Is it mine?

He was expressionless: "I..."

"Fuck, molesting, robbing civilian men, breaking into a house illegally." Lu Chan took a sip of soy milk calmly: "Okay, I've finished yelling for you, go wash up."

This must be the most wild and uninhibited dove, with a phoenix flavor and crunchy.

Qiyou was silent for quite a while before turning around and going to the bathroom to wash up. It was rare for Lu Chan not to harass him during this process, but instead sent messages to his colleagues, frowning more and more as they chatted.

When Qiyou came back and opened the opposite chair to sit down, his expression softened.

"Soymilk, it's still hot." He pushed the cup over: "Added sugar."

Qi You frowned and took a sip. He had just brushed his teeth, and everything he drank had a pungent mint taste.

He took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and asked casually, "Did you buy that bamboo beside my bed?"

Lu Chan: "Pfft."

Qi You: "..."

He raised his head to look at a shriveled kid with an unhappy expression, "What are you laughing at, I haven't heard anyone talking before."

"Cough, I lost my composure, and I apologize." Lu Chan took out a napkin and wiped the ketchup on hand. After thinking for a moment, he asked back with some doubts, "Why do you think I bought it?"

Qiyou's hand stopped, and the tip of the chopsticks poked open the soft-boiled egg, and the bright yellow and viscous egg liquid flowed out. He casually wrapped a layer of egg white and fed it into his mouth. Don’t all chickens eat that stuff.”

... What do you mean, all the chickens who are more troublesome eat that thing.

Lu Chan looked at him dumbfounded, and sent Jiang Fusheng a WeChat message along the way:

[The case was solved, he might have used it to feed the chickens. 】

Jiang Fusheng, who was thousands of meters away, sat in his office and watched the news, inexplicably thinking of the sentence "A phoenix does not live in a phoenix tree, it does not eat unless it is a bamboo, and it does not drink unless it is a sweet spring".

... Could it be that the Living Plague God already knew that Lao Lu was a phoenix?

No, no, if he knew that Lao Lu was a phoenix, when did he set his sights on the director's pot of bamboo...

Fuck, think carefully and fear.

Jiang Fusheng shuddered all over. Between his brother's marriage and his own life, he would abandon the former and protect the latter without saying a word.

Although brothers are precious, the price of loyalty is even higher.

If it's for life's sake, both can throw a fucking ball.

Life creed, daily reflection.

Ok.

Jiang Fusheng decisively threw the phone lock screen aside.

I saw nothing and thought nothing.

Ok.

Lu Chan still doesn't know that his good brother has realized a certain way-this may be the authorities' obsession, but the bystanders will know.

He saw the line "The other party is typing..." jumping and jumping, and finally disappeared as if he was knocked out with a hammer. He locked the phone and put it aside, and asked, "I have a little question about Luo Shan." Ideas, but it depends on you.”

Qiyou bit the tip of the chopsticks, responded perfunctorily, and said, "Almost."

His "almost" in business matters is basically equal to 100%, Lu Chan is very relieved.

"Hmm...do I need help?"

Qi You ate food at a relatively slow speed, and he had to wait until he swallowed it before speaking, his eyes drooped lazily, giving off a rather arrogant feeling.

"I'll go back to the soul temple first, and I'll go to Luo Shan's house to borrow something later."

"Borrow something?" Lu Chan was a little puzzled: "Borrow what?"

Hearing this, Qiyou bit the tip of the chopsticks and raised his face, smiled grimly, and uttered two words in a tired and cold voice:

"resentment."

Whispering is hidden in the thorn bushes on both sides of the long steps, and there are faintly visible pairs of scarlet light spots, peeping ferociously, round and bright, and there may be a little bit of it when you look closely... lovely taste , but the maliciousness in it made people quickly dispel this absurd idea.

Qiyou was dressed in red, holding a wooden lantern, and strode up.

A special candle was burning in the paper lantern, and the shattered light chased his hand affectionately. There was no smoke but sweet waves chasing shadows.

The wind swayed the vegetation, and a huge deformed shadow rolled out of the thorns.

It is the other one of the only two employees of the Soul Temple, that frightening monster.

"You're back? The 'leading light' is still burning," it lowered its huge head greedily sniffing the scent beside the lantern, with joy and hunger in its eyes, "It smells so good, so good."

Qi You handed the paper lantern forward, accompanied by the monster's rude and eager sucking sound, the candle light slowly dimmed like a flashlight that was gradually running out of power until it went out.

"Lighting" is the lamp lit by the candle condensed by the last trace of resentment before death. It is the best dessert after dinner for monsters and "certain" gods who suck up resentment.

The owner doesn't even bother to compete with pets for food, it's too tasteless.

The lead light went out, he put away the wooden branch lantern, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Did anyone come here last night?"

He vaguely remembered hearing the sound of complaining bells before going to sleep, which was not clear across thousands of mountains and rivers, and he said he heard it wrong and was afraid that it would delay the matter, so he came here to ask.

The monster raised its head, licked its paws roughly with its barbed tongue, and said in a specious tone: "No, I didn't hear. There are fewer and fewer people enshrining you. How can you be so fast?" one."

Passionate: "..."

He didn't show any mountains or dews on his face, but he made a silent note in his heart.

Qiyou said with a half smile but not a smile: "Oh, is it true that there are fewer people who worship me like this?"

His words were hidden in the needles, making people feel uncomfortable after hearing them.

The monster shook the hard scales on its body, and said uncomfortably: "Actually, it's not that few... just, one a month? Quite a lot, really, I won't lie to you. It's less than some gods... Billion points."

Qi You: "..."

Seeing that someone's face was getting darker and darker, the monster simply closed its mouth, raised its paws to cover its ears - and smiled.

Qi Yupi glanced at it with a half-smile, and recorded the account as Morse code in his mind.

you wait for me.

After being eaten by his own pet, until he arrived at Luo Shan's house, Qi You's face was stretched longer than ham sausage.

Lu Chan was a warrior who dared to start a fire. He stretched his head and said to him, "Baby, are you injured? Come to take shelter in brother's arms?"

Qi You: "..."

He turned around and looked at him stiffly: "I'll open your heart, believe it or not."

Lu Chan: "..."

He stroked his chin and replied: "Know how to ask the other party in advance, um, be polite, and I will give you a little red flower."

Qiyou really wanted to punch the bird's head flying off his neck. How could such an annoying monster be recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas? When I first wrote it, I had to spend a part of the pen and ink.

Just when Luo Shan opened the door, he couldn't help but roll his eyes fiercely.

This time, there was not only Luo Shan alone in the family, but also a slightly taller girl with short dirty orange hair. When she saw the two big men standing at the door, she didn't take precautions, and instead led them carelessly. Two people walked into the house.

"Hello, I'm Tang Zi, did Miss Shanshan tell you?"

Tang Zi smiled, revealing shallow pear dimples, as sweet as a pool of spring water, and like the warm sunshine shining on his shoulders.

She and Luo Shan, one lively and gentle, one shedding a rabbit and a virgin, are a natural match.

During this meeting, Lu Chan suddenly realized something, and saw Tang Zi walking towards the bedroom with his back to them, and shouted, "Sister Shanshan, are you alright?"

When he tried to poke Kiyo's arm, he was stopped first.

Without raising his eyes, Qiyou shook his head slightly.

Seeing his attitude, Lu Chan immediately understood that the two of them wanted to go together.

——Tang Zi didn't know that Luo Shan was terminally ill.

This tacit understanding does not make people feel happy, but because of its meaning, they feel regretful.

"Sorry, I just packed it up, wait a minute."

Luo Shan came out of the bedroom, she was still as gentle as water, and even the resentment on her body seemed to be floating in the blue.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the news broadcast on the TV in the bedroom at a soaring volume, she raised the volume and shouted "Tang Zi——"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I accidentally sat on the remote control!" Tang Zi frantically lowered the volume.

Luo Shan sighed amusedly, and just wanted to say sorry to the two of you, but heard Lu Chan muttering thoughtfully: "Shengu Mountain?... What's wrong with this place?"

He only heard the name of the place, and the subsequent broadcast was covered by the voices of two people talking.

"Ah yes, has Mr. Lu been there?"

Lu Chan propped his chin and said meaningfully: "Well, I traveled there with my father on business."

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, a baby guessed the answer~ Give me a hug~