Who calls this thing a god?

"Eleven, if I become a demon in the future..."

Halfway through his speech, he couldn't continue speaking when he met the young man's gaze, and gave a wry smile helplessly.

With a piece of ice in his mouth, the young man turned around dishonestly, with one cheek bulging, half-closed his eyes and said disapprovingly, "Aren't they all the same?"

A pair of Yaozu father and son came in front of them. The father wiped his son's mouth, and the son happily ate snow cheese.

juvenile:"……"

He then put his own bowl into his hand, patted his sleeves and walked to the goldfish fishing stall, and then sat on the small wooden stool, and he then handed out a few copper coins.

He sat down next to each other, watching the teenagers fiddle with the goldfish with the small net one after another, more like wanting to kill them than to catch them.

The stall owner stared at a pair of bulging eyes, only shook his shoulders angrily and shrunk his coir raincoat after watching for a long time.

Fortunately, the boy didn't bother to move after dialing a few times.Hanging your hands, let the small net soak in the water.

At first the little fishes hid far away. Seeing the calm weather, some of them tilted their bodies and thought for a while, then slowly swam over with their tails wagging, and foolishly pecked at the small net.

The boy propped his chin up, his eyes were full of fish lights.

With an indifferent expression, he moved his mouth, probably saying something.

But he couldn't really hear it anymore.

The surrounding downtown and pedestrians became blurred, but he still stared at the boy.

The boy didn't know where he was going, so he stopped and turned his head——

wake up.

Lu Chan lay on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It took a full 3 minutes before he remembered who he was, sat up abruptly, and rubbed his face hard twice.

Give him another second to see the boy's face clearly.

Lu Chan glanced at the time, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and then looked to the side, where the children had gone somewhere—mostly the game room.

He just wanted to lift the quilt, and felt a sensitive change somewhere, and lay back expressionlessly.

……

In the game room on the first floor

Qiyou wore headphones and pressed the keyboard like the crackling of tank guns.

He fully felt the charm of modern civilization. The huge high-definition display screen exposed almost every enemy's position clearly. He squinted his eyes and wandered in this bloody storm with a cigarette in his mouth.

For the alliance!For the Horde!

He was enjoying the final coronation moment when he suddenly felt a chill in his thighs. He looked down impatiently, took a sip of the ice cream water, and frantically wiped his pants with a paper towel.

The milk that was too late to swallow trickled down the corners of his lips to his abdomen and legs, leaving a mess.

Qi You: "..." Grass.

He was distraught, listening to the deafening yelling in the earphones, he wanted to smash the display screen with his fist, tore off the earphones and threw them aside, and the remaining half of the ice cream that turned into a fool was thrown into the trash can.

Just as he was at a loss for what to do with the messy milk stains, he heard the sound of the door opening, "Little Highness, are you alright..."

"Get lost." Qi You turned around and stared at him.

Incompetent fury.

Lu Chan originally wanted to say that he had been knocking on the door for a long time, and opened the door rashly because he was afraid that something might happen to him, but when he saw the unidentified liquid between Qiyou's lapel and legs, he suddenly felt a fire burning in his chest, burning to death. His throat is hoarse.

Lu Chan: "..."

Qi You: "..."

They looked at each other for a while, and Lu Chan suddenly said sorry in a hoarse voice, and quickly closed the door and fled the scene.

Qiyou was furious, and pulled out a set of clean pajamas from the closet in the back row to change into.

While cleaning up the mess on the table, he scolded the idiot ice cream in his heart. After thinking about it for a while, the ice cream really doesn't have eyes, but the idiot is quite an idiot——Lu Chan, who entered the door, is more like an idiot.

He smashed the heavy wet tissue into the trash can, sat at another table and began to watch "Unknown Art", the more he looked at it, the more he remembered Lu Chan's face, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He closed the book with a "snap", sat down in front of another monitor with impotent rage, and began to change a game and clattered on the keyboard.

I didn't notice at all, but now when I open the relics of the deceased, I think of another person.

……

Qi You sat at the computer desk for another two full hours, it was already noon, and the snacks that Lu Chan bought for him had already been eaten, and there was not much left.

He touched his empty stomach, took off his earphones and heard a knock on the door.

"……Come in."

The people outside got the permission, opened the door and walked in with large and small food boxes. First, they glanced at the snack bags piled up on the table and at their feet calmly, showing a clear look of "it really is so", looking Deqi You's temples are straight and protruding.

You are so stupid.

Lu Chan put the food box on another table specially used for eating, and cleaned up the dishes neatly, "You beat it first, and I'll call you when it's done."

Qi You twisted his body halfway, and looked at Lu Chan as if he hadn't heard it.

He stood sideways, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. A slender wrist was exposed from under the cuffs, and the wrist bones were protruding and even a bit mean.

Those precious hands are methodically holding the soup spoon and distributing the round and lovely wontons into the bowls.

With deep eyebrows and distinct facial features, it is really a rare exotic style.

According to Qiyou's taste, Lu Chan poured mature vinegar and chili oil into a small bowl, set up his chopsticks, and then greeted him, "Come and eat."

Hearing this, Qiyou stood up, walked to the bathroom to wash his hands, then swayed back and sat at the dining table, acting like a schoolboy on a spring outing.

He held the chopsticks and buried his head in biting open the fresh and tender wontons. The heat coming from his face made his eyes burn.

…and this is the first time anyone has just had time to prepare a hot lunch for themselves.

Before Shen He returned to take him in, he had been sitting upright on the altar, receiving incense offerings that were careless.

After Shen He returned to take him in, he was able to have a mouthful of hot food like ordinary people.But Shen Hegui will not follow his stinky habits again and again.

Since he came into the world this time, according to his laziness, he often eats when he is hungry and when he is full.

No one misses him, no one misses him.

No one asked him whether he was hungry or full, and no one knew his likes and dislikes.

"Eat slowly, be careful of the heat."

Lu Chan pushed the drink in front of him, then took out two tissues and put them in his hand.

"You don't have to do this to me."

Qi You lowered his head and his voice was dull.

"What kind?" Lu Chan was taken aback.

Qi You raised his face and said calmly, "You don't have to be nice to me."

He was alone in the soul temple, and he was used to living with that little beast.

Shen Hegui bestowed on him the seven emotions and six desires, and taught him to love and hate.

He is Yushi's benefactor and elder brother, and his light ignites the fire of life of the God of Resentment.

But when the light first shines on Kuan Youshen, a person who is used to staying in the gutter will not feel warm, but will feel pain and dazzling.

When he warmed up and turned around, the light disappeared.

Once again he rolled ashes into the gutter.

This time he knew it was cold.

Know what to ask for.

Qiyou didn't know what Lu Chan meant by doing this, but he knew he was at a loss.

Lu Chan looked down at the small wontons in the bowl, and said in a calm tone, "Your Highness, it's only natural that I treat you well."

Qi You: "..."

Qi You: "?" What kind of Zijing is there in heaven, and what is Ziyi in the earth?

Lu Chan casually took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, as if he was reading a book. "Haven't you read the Tao Te Ching?"

"...?" Has something to do with that?

Lu Chan looked calm: "The Tao Te Ching. Chapter [-] starts with twelve lines and says 'I like you, and as long as it doesn't hurt you, it's only natural for me to do anything'."

A row of ellipsis appeared on the top of Qiyou's head, as dense as air molecules. He paused with his chopsticks, "I've seen it before, but there is no such sentence."

Lu Chan, who was exposed, still blushed and heartbeat, and even smiled and said: "Oh, really. I'm sorry that I read the wrong book, I was talking about "Lu's Tao Te Ching."

Qiyou said: "No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't let it go, come on, post it back quickly."

Lu Chan snorted softly, put down his chopsticks, and stared at Qiyou impartially, "This little princess, I'm a little sorry to say that."

He said he was sorry, but there was a noncommittal smile in his eyes, "But what should I say, I plotted against you, so I applied for retention and probation, and strived to be in the top position."

"Do you know what I mean?"

This "meaning" is too blatant, like a Syrian missile, blasting Qiyou's three views into a huge fireworks in the sky, colorful and gorgeous.

……

The greasy sunset light froze outside the windows of old-fashioned residential buildings, and the smell of cheap and lively vegetables wafted from afar.

"Sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife—" the words were repeated back and forth in the loudspeaker.

Probably because of receiving a job, the car stopped downstairs for a while longer.

The little boy put the pencils into the pencil case one by one in order from shortest to longest, opened the schoolbag, solemnly stuffed the books on the table into the schoolbag one by one, then put the pencil case, and finally closed the zipper, and opened it with success. Smiley asks:

"Are you hungry?"

The black cat propped on the desk shook its ears nonchalantly, raised one of its front paws and licked it slowly.

I ate a whole roast chicken last night, so hungry.

The little boy gently stroked the big words "Dong Yang" written on the name card of the schoolbag.

"My brother leaves school early tonight, don't meow. My brother has to do his homework and is very busy."

Just as he was speaking, there was the sound of a rattling lock at the door.

Dong Yang subconsciously turned his head and raised his index finger at the black cat.

The person who came back should be his unlucky brother.

The black cat stretched its waist lazily, its posture somewhat similar to that of its owner.

It drew a long note, meowed hoarsely and loudly like a crow.

Dong Yang turned pale, and heard scolding from the other side of the porch: "What the hell did you bring back? Who are you calling mourning for?"

His words were so ugly that if Qiyou was present, he would have punched him earlier.

The black cat didn't give in, and called out loudly: "Meow meow."

Call mourning for your mother Call mourning for your mother Call mourning for your mother.

Dong Yang: "..."

The elder brother jumped up in anger, and yelled viciously through the bedroom door: "Wang Yang, you fuck that dead cat out, I'll cook it in hot pot today."

Dong Yang looked at the little black cat with dense fangs silently, and thought to himself forget it, brother, I don't want to eat human flesh hot pot...

The elder brother scolded outside for a while, not enjoying it very much, and viciously slammed his bedroom door loudly.

Dong Yang looked at the family portrait of three people on the desk with a bitter face.

His father, mother, and him.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0214:49:54~2020-09-0315:28:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Naicang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!