Who calls this thing a god?

Two or three groups of resentment outside the soul invitation temple danced with rubber bands skillfully.

It was a dark mass, and it looked scarier than a will-o'-the-wisp.

They have no legs, let alone substance, and even the rubber bands they hold up are knuckle-thick grievances. When they are having fun, they will make buzzing or chirping sounds, which should be regarded as laughter.

Flying up and down in the rubber band, I never get tired of it.

When Qiyou came up from the bottom of the mountain, he saw this scene and felt that his three views were upside down.

Subconsciously looked at the wide open temple door.

What happened, what happened to me?

He carried the food box and walked slowly into the temple, and two groups of resentment floated out of the jungle followed him, rubbing his trouser legs affectionately.

"Jeep!"

Qiyou stopped and rubbed each one like cats.

Soft, refreshing.

Basset board.

He looked at the clusters of grievances humming and Piaoyuan with a smile, and for the first time a slightly complicated look appeared on his face.

Qiyou put the still warm pizza and the box on the floor tiles, and sat in the wooden chair like an old Buddha, "This place is not the same as before."

Xiao Hei slowly walked out from the shadow of the Soul Temple, stopped in front of the [-]-inch pastoral pizza box, raised his nose and sniffed lightly, hooked his sharp claws, rolled his tongue, and pulled the silky pizza together. into the mouth.

Grinding its fangs lazily, it said casually: "The master is still playing with the rope, why can't they jump the rubber band?"

Qi You: "..."

I advise you not to say that, I might shave you off.

Xiao Hei inexplicably felt that his head was in the Mediterranean region, so he quickly straightened up and looked around vigilantly.

After looking around for a long time, I didn't see anything wrong, so I fell down and chewed.

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you."

Qiyou hummed lightly.

"That little idiot a few days ago, his unlucky brother, is called Dong Miao."

Kyousuke sat up slightly.

Dong Miao, holder of Du Da's fourth copper coin.

If you're lucky, you might be able to catch Shupai's tail by following him.

"Coincidentally?" Xiao Hei had already swept away the big cake, and lay on the floor tiles like a slut, "What's the name of the little fool... Well, Dong Yang, or Wang Yang, his parents are called He’s Dong Yang, my bad luck brother calls him Wang Yang.”

Like its master, it can't distinguish family ethics, let alone the original family. It is confused by these surnames, flicks its tail and says: "If you want me to say, Su Youzong will die when he dies. Digging bad people in the ground is really bad."

Seeing that the master didn't speak, it propped up its thin face and said: "Also what you said before, whether it's the eighth or the ninth round, the old man surnamed Shen can still have the cheek to find you, shameless, shameless."

Seeing that it was going to pull out all the veterans of Suyouzong to dry it out, and it might be the turn of the high priest Shen Hegui next, Qiyou stretched out his hand first and squeezed its mouth.

Dong Miao’s younger brother, Dong Yang, first asked the gods to invite the gods to him, but the old fox would not be able to attract the old fox.

Qiyou suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his behavior of smashing the signboard, so he coughed lightly without changing his expression.

"I'll see you."

Xiao Hei raised his head and looked at him suspiciously: "? Do you know the way?"

"..."

Qiyou sat back in the chair with a blank expression.

Sorry, no.

Xiao Hei lowered his head again, with an attitude of "I knew it", licked his paw nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry, that little idiot will come again. Just go home and have a look."

"..." God damn often goes home to have a look.

Responding to the words of the monster Xiao Hei, Qiyou ran to the Soul Temple for three days, and finally blocked people one night.

Standing in the main hall, he casually took off his red robe, revealing his black trousers and white clothes.

It looks like a refreshing college student.

Qiyou bent over and was struggling with the laces of his own canvas shoes, and asked through a cutscene, "Who is the blame?"

Dong Yang: "..." He hasn't learned classical Chinese yet...

Xiao Hei asked lazily from the side: "Which one do you complain about, or which one do you hate?"

Dong Yang gave a soft ah, "There is no resentment, and there is no hatred... but there is one annoying..."

Xiao Hei: "It's fine if you hate it."

Dong Yang scratched his face, "Then Qi Jia in the class, she always competes with me for the first place, and calls me a little donkey, I hate it."

This sentence also saves Qiyou from asking "what is the reason?" He struggled to tie the two dead buttons of the shoelaces, so he just stood up and asked, "Why?"

Xiaohei translator: "How to solve it?"

Looking at the beast in front of him, Dong Yang pouted and said, "I want her to break all the rubber bands and leak all the sandbags!"

Soul invites whispers and whispers outside the temple, and the cold wind is bleak.

Exuding a deep sense of murder and resentment.

Qi You was condescending, smiled almost bewitchingly, and said in pearls: "The grievances have been fulfilled, and I am willing to help."

The dream was shattered, as if falling into the unfathomable sea, weightlessness and fear coexisted.

Dong Yang tried to open his mouth to call for help in a rapids, but was dragged into a deeper darkness.

During the struggle, it seemed that someone held his hand. The palm of that person was slightly cool, and the force was not heavy but reassuring. Dong Yang subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he regained consciousness, his eyes were still dark.

Huh?

He blinked slightly.

The curtains creaked slightly, and a little bit of light came in, making the room slightly brighter.

A tall, narrow-waisted young man was standing by the window, when he heard the sound of the bed and turned around, a black cat was squatting on his shoulder with its long tail up, licking the tip of its claws.

The young man's eyes are indifferent, which makes people shudder.

Dong Yang sat on the bed and blinked lightly, as if he was afraid that the sound of breathing would scare people away.

He quietly clenched his hands and called softly, "Brother Immortal..."

Qi You: "..."

Brother Shenxian may not have it, Brother Plague God will find out.

His positioning of himself is very clear and unambiguous, comparable to the old Yan Homing or a certain ballistic missile.

Qi You: "Is there a bed?"

Dong Yang hurriedly patted his side, "Brother can squeeze in with me."

Qi You: "..."

Dong Yang shyly smiled and said, "Then...then I'll make a bed on the floor..."

Qi You blankly glanced at his crib that was cramping his legs, and suddenly missed Lu Chan very much.

... Do I have to go back to recharge tomorrow morning?

When he thought of the troublesome thing of having to run at both ends, he suddenly felt a headache.

Dong Yang looked at a loss like a wet puppy, pinching the corner of the quilt and staring at him eagerly, seeing Qiyou bristling, and then waved his hand, the child bounced up like a human shell and said: "I Go get you some water!"

Qiyou: "."

The little black cat leaned into his ear and said, "This little idiot can really make a fuss."

Qi You tilted his head subconsciously.

Trivial rustling sounds came from outside the bedroom, like a little mouse stealing lamp oil.

Suddenly, an angry shout broke the cold night.

"Wang Yang! What the hell are you doing?"

The surroundings are too quiet, this sentence seems to hit the heart, making people panic.

The owner of that voice seemed to be very angry, so he opened the door of his own bedroom, and Qiyou saw the little mouse fled back in despair holding a water glass, and the water spilled all over the floor.

Qi You: "..."

Dong Yang put down the water glass in a panic, quickly closed the bedroom door, and skillfully screwed the door lock.

Compared to his panic, his elder brother Dong Miao was like a mad dog coming out of the cage, banging on the door and cursing: "Wang Yang, are you fucking short of smoking? Just like your mother..." Then he set an example to explain what is meant by The morals of the world are declining, and the morals are degrading.

His speech is difficult to hear to the extent that when he retells the original words to Javanese citizens, the other party may find him harsh and give him a big slap in the face.

Dong Miao is only 14 years old, and she has already practiced the stunt of opening her mouth and spraying shit.

It is not easy.

Dong Yang habitually lowered his head and covered his ears.

That looks more quail than quail.

He covered it for a while, remembering that Brother Shenxian was still there, and said to him apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Shenxian, my brother..."

"Who the hell are you talking to!?"

Qi You was so shocked that his head was two, three, four, five, six, seven, and he pushed Dong Yang's body away expressionlessly, "It's okay, my bed is here."

Dong Yang: "?"

In the next second, he saw Qi You unscrew the door lock, and opened the bedroom door very naturally.

Dong Miao still kept looking down at Xiaodouding, but at a glance, there were only legs.

A big orange question mark slowly lit up on his forehead, and he raised his head stiffly to face a ghostly handsome face.

Qi You has never liked to look at people with straight eyes, and now he is even more so.

With half-closed eyes, he stared down at him.

Dong Miao: "..."

He wanted to criticize Wang Yang, you are so fucking courageous to lead someone back, but when he caught sight of this person, his height of 1.6 meters was instantly crushed into a piece of concrete, and his legs were as straight as bean sprouts. Play pendulum.

Humming like a toothache, he said, "Wang Yang, you brought your friends back."

Dong Yang looked at him suspiciously: "Brother, I can't hear you clearly."

Dong Miao: "..."

He punched his heart to death.

The plague god in front of him spoke.

"Dong Miao, is it?"

This person's voice was cold and clear, and his tone rose slightly, which made people feel itchy.

Dong Miao was scratched by the bulldozer in her heart.

He didn't know that his nerves were wrong, he stared at Dong Yang fiercely in anger and said, "You... you tricked someone to hit me?!"

Dong Yang: "Ah...it's not my brother, you let me—"

Dong Miao stared at Qi You with her neck straightened: "You think you're awesome, don't you? You think you're great, don't you!"

Qiyou: "Yes."

Dong Miao: "..."

Ah, how can the lines be said like that.

He continued his efforts: "Then, do you have the nerve to hit me?"

Qiyou was too lazy to say another word to this kind of creature with a wretched brain and nerves, and glanced at every bone in his body indifferently, and asked him back with his eyes: "Why not?"

Dong Miao: Sudden guilt.jpg.

He silently wrote a note to Qi You and Dong Yang in his heart, and walked towards the bedroom expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, when he moved, Qiyou also walked out.

It's like being followed by a ghost.

Dong Miao looked back and almost knelt down on the spot, trembling and speeding up to the bedroom.

Relying on his long legs, the guy behind followed him slowly, and when he entered the bedroom, he picked up his collar by the back of his neck like a chicken, knocked him out with a knife before Dong Miao screamed, and threw him aside.

Dong Yang, who was worried about following and witnessed everything, finally understood the meaning of Qiyou's phrase "my bed is here".

Dong Yang: Play dead.jpg.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0315:28:48~2020-09-0417:20:57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 Yun Shu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: wryyY10 bottles;

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