Who calls this thing a god?

Lu Chan is the matter of Shen He's return, and Qi You is not unaware.

From the first meeting, he recognized Lu Chan as the high priest for a moment, and there were always occasional illusions when getting along afterwards—but it was too occasional.

Lu Chan's habits are completely different from Shen Hegui's.

Not to mention other things, just because Shen Hegui is willing to die for the world, Lu Chan is quite different from him.

Shen Hegui loves himself, and loves the world even more.

Lu Chan loves himself and fucks everyone in the world.

Shen Hegui is floating on the clouds, cypresses in the cold, and cranes under the moon.

Lu Chan is...

Kyousuke bit his fingertips.

It doesn't matter what he is, what matters is that he is close at hand and within reach.

Furthermore, Shen Hegui is a fake human race, and Lu Chan is a real demon race.

How can a person become a demon?Fucking interspecies, right?

Wait a minute, a human turns into a demon?

...Shen Xuan?

Qiyou quickly put several things together in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more impatient he became.

Probably guessing some disturbing inference, he looked solemn, grabbed the book and jumped off the swing neatly, walked back to the house on the stone path, slammed the door, turned over from the sofa and sat down in a few steps.

He casually placed a spell around himself to prevent the sound from spreading out, took out the phone from his pocket and called Shen Xuan.

The phone beeped three times and was picked up by Chief Shen.

"Mr. Qiyou?..."

"I have something to ask you, find a place where no one is around."

Don't ask him if there is anyone around him, just ask him to change places.

Praying style overbearing.

Shen Xuan was stunned, probably because he was in a high position and had never been bossed around by others, so he realized after a long time: "Mr. Qiyou, I'm in the office, and I'm the only one, you..."

Qiyou didn't listen to these long-winded words at all, and didn't bother to make false claims with him, so he went straight to the point: "Lu Chan was adopted by you after Nirvana."

Although he was questioning, he used a solid and positive tone.

Shen Xuan swallowed a mouthful of old blood: "..."

He probably guessed what question Qi You would ask next, as if the sword of Damocles hanging over his head finally showed signs of loosening, he sighed heavily.

"Yes."

"You belong to Suyouzong——"

Qiyou added what was said later.

When Shen Xuan heard that word, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had heard the most appalling case.

Bloody and messy in front of him.

He probably didn't expect that Qiyou would jump directly from Lu Chan's question to himself, and hit the nail on the head and sealed his throat.

Shen Xuan took a deep breath, held his forehead, and replied in a depressed voice:

"--Yes."

……

After calling Shen Xuan, Qiyou threw the torn book on the coffee table with a blank expression.

Damn, this is not considered a house leak, but it rains all night, at least he has a dilapidated house, his here is only a mound, or 360 degrees without dead ends, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a grave mound.

The heavy rain poured down, and he ran away directly.

Chinese culture, until now, there is no more than one word that comes to my mind——

"Hold."

The older generation said that they accumulate virtue in their mouths, but he didn't have much virtue in the first place, so he suffered disaster as soon as the word landed.

"Ding Ling——"

The bell sound conveyed hatred, as if lingering in his ears.

Ethereal and lonely.

The manager of the store prayed with a dull face and was passive in his business.

The bell stopped abruptly on the third ring.

This feeling is like a social terror person who suddenly received a call from a stranger and cheered himself up a hundred times. When he was finally mentally prepared to answer the call, the other party hung up first with a thud.

In Qiyou's place, this mother is somewhat ungrateful.

Store manager Qi was already upset, but now he made his face look like an old wax gourd.

He leaned over to pick up the kettle and poured half a glass of water for himself, before he picked up the glass and didn't wait to drink it into his mouth, the window closest to him exploded with a cracking sound.

Qi You: "..."

Grandma, it's a ball, today is the demolition team.

He calmly put down his water glass and looked over.

Among the shattered glass shards was a black hairball the size of an adult man's fist, and the resentment lingering around it could be faintly seen.

It shook the fur on its body, and when it saw Qiyou, it immediately jumped up like a spring, creaking and screaming at him anxiously.

If it was someone else, seeing this scene would probably drive them crazy.

Qiyou stepped forward and flipped its fur with his fingers, only to find sporadic blood stains on its skin and flesh, the color was still fresh, probably it was printed just now.

The black fur ball cuddled up to his hand affectionately and rubbed against it lightly, but it still creaked anxiously.

He gently twirled his blood-stained fingertips, his expression a little unsightly: "Xiao Hei?"

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly guessed that something had happened, and it was probably related to the "inviting God" of the Shu faction.

Without saying a word, Qi You grabbed the black fur ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and returned to the Temple of Soul.

Wake up, it's time for the mother hunter!

……

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched across the invisible mountain bottom like a fire, and occasionally a smear of bright color rolled over the clouds and poked its head out ferociously, which hurt people so much that they had to squint their eyes a little.

Downstairs of an old-fashioned residential building on the third ring road of the city, there are several elderly people in their [-]s standing in the distance, and there is even a plastic stool dragged from a supermarket to sit on. They stretch their necks like geese and point to a certain store upstairs. .

"Oh, it's not that the young couple are fighting. Why is it so messy?"

"It sounds like the glass is broken, Erya, don't run over there, be careful not to hit you, hey—"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you said the glass was broken, why hasn't it fallen outside? It seems...it seems to have smashed into the house."

"Are you saying that some child is playing a slingshot? It will cost you money."

"Hey, I think it's possible—Sister Fat, doesn't your grandson always like to shoot a slingshot? If someone breaks it, he will lose money."

"What are you talking about!?" The fat lady squinted her eyes and glared at people: "Since when did my kid play with a slingshot? You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

"It was originally, last time..."

Halfway through the speech, the man shivered unconsciously as if he had been suddenly blown by a cold wind.

He looked up and saw that the other people also shrank their necks and raised their shoulders, like a big popsicle just out of the closet.

How can there be such a cold wind in mid-March...

The broken glass all over the floor reflects the thin afterglow, which is quite harsh and sharp.

Sitting on the window sill was a young man who looked no more than 25 or [-] years old. His eyes were lighter than ordinary people, a bit like amber, with a shimmer in them. His nose was high and his lips were thin and light-colored. Good-looking, but unfortunately at first glance, he is a difficult person to get along with.

With his straight legs wrapped in jeans hanging down, he looked down at Dong Miao who was paralyzed by fright, and pulled the corners of his lips indifferently: "Are you going to make a wish?"

Dong Miao's teeth trembled, and she sat slumped on the ground, a few pieces of broken glass pierced into her legs, and blood lay all over the floor.

He leaned on his hands to support himself. Although he was looking at the person in front of him, his eyes drifted unconsciously into the blurred shadow behind the curtain, whether he was standing or squatting.

It has piercing eyes and sharp fangs.

His eyes were staring at Dong Miao without blinking.

"You, are you His Highness the God of Resentment?"

Dong Miao's voice was huddled together, not like an old duck whose throat was pinched.

What the fuck did you agree that a child would hug a cat, no? Wang Yang's grandma has one leg...

The young man hummed with a raised voice, jumped off the window sill, pointed to the "thing" huddled in a dark corner and said, "I'm not, it is."

He made a clicking sound, and stopped suddenly when he walked a few steps in front of Dong Miao.

A noble black cat came from nowhere and stopped between the two of them with light steps. Every step it took was like stepping on thorns. It was dangerous and charming, and its hidden sharp claws took people's lives in an instant. .

"Meow—" it yawned lazily and wagged its tail lightly.

Most people think that cats are cute.

The one in front of you is the same, if you ignore its coat color, eyes, sharp claws, fangs and tail with gradually deepening and widening red stripes—in other words, it may also be among the "cute" ones even if you don't see it team.

Anyone can see that there is something wrong with this cat.

The young man is probably a "cat cleanliness". He felt uncomfortable after seeing this thing, frowned, and said contemptuously: "Ugly thing, get out of here."

Black Cat: "..." Fuckyou.

Its pupils stood erect, and sharp claws could be seen faintly.

The young man sneered, and without looking back, he ordered "Shen Yuanyou" to say, "Tear them apart."

This "we" was almost lost to Dong Miao.

Nima, he and this cat are the only ones in the house who can be counted as "they"! !

The eyes of "Resentment God" shone slightly, and slowly stood up from the corner. Its movements were extremely slow, and almost every movement would drop a piece of carrion bleeding from its body. The distance was less than ten meters. The black cat was almost suffocated by its monstrous stench.

Meow meow meow?How dare you compare this kind of thing with my master? ? ?

If he knew, he would probably be so angry that he would take off in a spiral.

Apart from gloating, the black cat is also full of resentment.

Its skin and flesh swelled every inch, its bones protruded, and its voice was thin and squeaky strange: "Anyone who offends me against God will be killed without pardon—"

A gust of wind is coming!

The young man snorted and sneered, and reached for the dagger at his waist—but he couldn't pull it out again.

Because a slender blade was facing his throat.

Thin than an arrow, long like an ancient sword.

As long as he moves a little, this strange blade will mercilessly stab his throat.

The young man was still complacent just now, but now his life is in someone else's hands. This accident was just a flash, and he didn't even see when the young man with a dangerous and mocking expression appeared in front of him——

Facing the boy's gouging eyes, the young man can still maintain a relaxed expression - if he doesn't swallow his saliva, he will probably be a qualified revolutionary fighter.

He lightly raised his hand and said, "I remember you, you are His Highness the God of Resentment. Do you remember me? I am Gu..."

"I don't care which onion you are?"

Qi You sneered, the hand holding the long knife didn't shake at all, but moved the blade around the young man's neck with ease, just like a painter holding a paintbrush to paint a stunning work.

"If you declare yourself in front of me, you have to kowtow your head in front of the statue for 500 years."

Gu Buming: "..."

"And you."

Qi You didn't look at people directly at all, but glanced at the "God of Resentment" who was step by step, and a strong resentment suddenly rose from his body, almost drowning people!

"Anything in the mud dares to show itself in front of me - kneel down immediately!"

His voice was not too loud, but every word entered people's ears and hit people's apex, almost making people lose their ability to judge and reason, and subconsciously chose to surrender.

There was a loud "bang", the thing had smashed its tofu-like knees and forehead into the floor, it was torn apart, bone residue and minced meat splashed directly on Gu Buming's face!

There was a rotten color for nothing.

The author has something to say: There are too many things in school recently, the class is full every day, the update may be slower (but the number of words is more!)

Leave a new copy in advance (Gong is the universe invincible paranoid crazy criticism-really!! Super fragrant!!! Shou is full of drama and I want to open a new article--):

Happy to squat again to the seventh place on the report card.

In the first and a half years of high school, this name jumped up and down the science rankings. It is said that if you go up to nine days to catch the moon, you can go down to catch turtles. The output depends on whether the short-legged subjects have secondary development.

Seeing that the good seedlings were about to go to Grandma Bridge, the principal finally couldn't sit still and put the "Mutual Help Group in Arts and Sciences" on the agenda.

He supplemented mathematics for others, and others supplemented English for him.

I thought it was a season of double income in love and career, but I didn't know that the principal had better skills.

The team members who are willing to bind have nothing to do with sweetness, have nothing to do with Jiao Didi, and are not even a woman.

It's the number one in the arts for thousands of years, the cold-faced mixed-blood demon king, He Sheng.

Obviously, there is nothing to do with a dime, but the school forum has sparked a fascination with the two of them.

#818 Love and hatred between the number one in our school's liberal arts and the great god of science#

#文理及益，Keys and locks#

#He Sheng and happy lock! !I swallowed the key! ! #

#何乐“一”生szd! ! #

The straight man onlookers sighed: "I'm afraid He Sheng will tear up these posts when he sees these posts--"

The straight girl who eats melon retorts: "Please, we are happy to be a straight straight man, okay, take Yiyizi away, don't cue!"

Happy but just bit the candy in his mouth and unlocked the buzzing phone expressionlessly.

The entry is the latest picture from a stranger.

Lean himself stands sideways in the overlooking camera angle, with half-drowned eyes and a bag on one shoulder, like an ignorant, oily and slippery animal.

[Is sugar sweet?Do you still want to? 】

asked the stranger Sensen.

I thought it was an iceberg, but it turned out to be a snowstorm.

Talk less, be paranoid and criticize beauties crazily (He Sheng) X skin is very happy to accept (happy)

1. 1v1, HE, sweet, sweet, sweet!

2. All changes are possible before the article is published, but Gong is a crazy beauty. Gong will never change——

3. The author is a student party, and his writing is sloppy. He works hard to improve himself every day.

4. The paranoid crazy criticism of beauty attacks is too sweet! !

The copy has been screenshotted on 2020.9.21