Who calls this thing a god?

Qiyou may suffer from PTSD, and when he hears the word "Suyouzong", he feels itchy.

He didn't answer, picked up the black cat by the nape of its neck, and put it on the foam box beside it.

After sorting out the general process of the case, Lu Chan turned around and asked, "What's for dinner?"

Jiang Fusheng: "..." Brother, how big is your heart.

The other one was also big-hearted, and said with a full collar: "Tomato beef brisket."

"can."

Lu Chan helped him fasten the top button of his coat, "I'll do it tonight."

As the two asked and answered, Jiang Fusheng's expression became more and more strange.

Ah, this is the legendary brotherhood that moves heaven and earth.

——Brotherly love, shit, both of you have purple lights on your heads, can't you see it, hey!

Jiang Fusheng held the corner of his lips stiffly, twisted his body and climbed into another car without saying a word.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy, haha.

By the time they arrived home, the city had been immersed in boundless lights.

When Lu Chan was standing in the kitchen cooking soup, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the boundless night fire outside the window and inexplicably remembered the little princess sitting in the co-pilot, her eyes reflected the bright lights of the city, but she still replied indifferently, "I'm looking at the sky."

His stirring with the spoon in his hand gradually slowed down.

The little highness has been sleeping for thousands of years, once he wakes up, facing the change of dynasty and the death of an old friend, what kind of mood will he feel...

The steaming thick soup exudes a tantalizing aroma, and the smoke curls up to entangle the lights reflected on the glass windows, like a mirage, which makes people feel lonely.

The male host was cooking and frying in the kitchen, and the other male host who could do nothing but pant was pretending to be dead on the sofa.

Qiyou sat cross-legged, gnawing on a juicy and sweet pear.

He hid the book before going to Dong Miao's house - he didn't want Lu Chan to know about Shen Hegui's relationship with him yet.

Although Qiyou himself didn't understand why.

He raised his right hand, stared at the line of red marks wrapped around his little finger, and sighed inaudibly.

"Using the red silk as a guide, melting the bones and blood, quenching the soul, there is me in you, and you in me, bind your life."

Why did Shen Hegui give him such a red line back then? Was it because he was afraid that he would do evil and bring disaster to the world?

Qiyou has been sleeping for too long, he can no longer remember the expression and tone of the high priest when he presented the red thread to him.

He only remembered that this red line was like a link between two people, a code.

When he has nothing to do, the high priest will sit by his bed and teach him how to turn the flower rope neatly and beautifully.

When he was tired of homework, the high priest would sigh helplessly and untie the red rope, twisting it around on his jade-like fingers, and having a childish fight with him.

Even before he died in the world of mortals, he smiled gently and said:

[Eleven, when I come back, I will continue to teach you. 】

Qiyou stared at the ring-like red marks in a daze.

Later, he didn't wait for the new way of turning the flower rope, nor did he wait for someone to teach him.

As if taking revenge, he turned this soft red thread into a sharp weapon, killing a person in three steps, and claiming his soul in five steps.

... This must not be the result that Shen Hegui wanted to see.

Qiyou put down his hands and no longer looked at this scene of orchid and fruit, but remembered the bloody storm that has been in the world since the beginning of the world.

Start with copper coins.

The people tied their hair with a red thread, conveyed their hatred with the sound of a bell, and appealed to him in the soul temple.

Among them, the medium is copper coins.

In order to invite the gods to carve four slits obliquely inwards along the four corners of the square hole of the copper coin, Suyouzong needed to soak fresh human blood on the altar for a full three years to create a special "copper coin inviting the gods".

However, this kind of copper coin has been destroyed by the imperial court after the Suyou change thousands of years ago.

There are very few copper coins in the world, and the "new jobs" mentioned by the Ninth Bureau are created by people with ulterior motives.

——This group of people is the Shu faction.

According to what Jinyujing Duda and Yuren said, their master is Gu Buming who met today, so the possibility that Gu Buming is the leader of the Silent Sect is very high.

... What does Gu Buming want to do with resentment?

What does he want to do to make another grudge against Youshen...

Just looking at the resentment on the "Resentment God Figurine", it has already surpassed the scope of monsters. If Gu Buming really wants to reach the pinnacle, he can only use gods to create gods.

Qiyou suddenly remembered the news he had heard when he was at Luoshan's house.

Shengu Mountain collapsed.

Qiyou pondered for a while, stretched his arms to fish for the phone, found the picture of Hua Haoyueyuan hanging from the few WeChat contacts, and poked it in.

He just pressed the voice button, suddenly paused, and glanced at the kitchen.

As far as the eyes could see were the ingredients on the chopping board, the mist slowly rising from the pot, and Lu Chan's busy figure.

Qi You had a delicate expression, and when he lowered his eyes again, he extended his thumb and typed.

With the other hand, he picked up a half-eaten pear and bit into it until it was juicy.

Alas, I am really a good family man who pays for his family.

Facing Huahaoyueyuan's head portrait, he said straight to the point:

【Gu Buming is a bird raised by Fu Shu. 】

[Green Luan. 】

He stared helplessly at the opposite "the other party is typing" as if he was skipping rope, chug a few times, and only choked out one word for a long time:

【what】

Qi You: "..."

Are you home?

"Little princess, have you seen the pear I put here? One is missing."

You are so fucking small, you can tell even one of them.

Qiyou tilted his feet, held the pear without changing his expression, and said, "I'll eat—"

"I haven't washed it—what did you just say? What are you?"

Qi You: "..."

He threw the pear into the trash can with no expression on his face, "Damn it."

Lu Chan: "..."

He was angry and funny, "Did you see it?"

"I don't know. I didn't see it. Go away."

So love goes away right?

Time passed faster this night.

Like a bubble held in the hand, it is carefully but cannot escape annihilation after all.

Qiyou still talked less and ate more when eating, and when he heard Lu Chan's occasional narrow-minded teasing, he would kick him under the table without changing his expression, just like usual.

But at a certain time, it was more enthusiastic than ever.

The curtains block the shy moonlight outside the window, and a small yellow lamp is lit by the bedside, with faint shadows and a hazy fragrance.

There was a smile in Lu Chan's eyes, and he raised his hand to brush the sweaty hair on Qi You's forehead. His voice was low and hoarse, and when it brushed against his ears, it was like an electric current passing through his spinal cord, "You're so enthusiastic today..."

He pointed to a little red mark on his neck, and if there was nothing, he smiled: "What should I do if others see this?"

In fact, he doesn't care if anyone sees it at all, and he even wants to announce this relationship to the world, but he just wants to tease Qiyou, "Did the cat scratch it?"

Qi You sneered back, "That depends on how you define our relationship."

Lu Chan said meaningfully: "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood?"

"Misunderstand?"

Qiyou's voice was equally hoarse, and he sat straddling Lu Chan's waist, condescendingly examining him, his eyes as red as rouge.

He suddenly leaned over to stare at his prey, and asked with a smile, "Are we misunderstanding?"

His eyes are provocative, and his behavior is active.

Lu Chan's ambiguous breath gradually approached, approaching his cheek, and his laughter was particularly low: "Good boy..."

His hand stroked along Qiyou's leg all the way, and he didn't know where he touched or held it, and he heard a muffled grunt from above.

"What are you shaking?" Lu Chan grabbed his shoulders, sticking out his tongue and wetly licking his ear, with a low tone: "Your hair is growing well, my little princess..."

Qi You: "..."

His attitude could no longer be hardened, but somewhere there was humiliation.

well.In the end it was planted.

……

At dawn the next day, Qi You leaned on the head of the bed and looked at him lazily with his chin propped up: "Have you got a job?"

Lu Chan turned to face him and changed his clothes, "Well, this morning, Lao Shen asked me to go to the suburbs of the next city for inspection....Maybe I will go for two or three days, do you want to come with me?"

Qiyou yawned, and rejected him with an exhausted attitude.

Lu Chan put on his coat, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"In the evening... I'll come back and cook for you."

"Need not."

Qiyou didn't even give him a look, and opened the book by the window like a lady, "Get lost."

Lu Chan sighed for his humble status in married life, told him to have a prepared breakfast in the kitchen and boiled bath water in the bathroom, and then left with peace of mind.

Just one step out of the house, the right eyelid suddenly twitched twice for no reason.

Lu Chan subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his right eye lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting on the fence next door.

He looked stupid, holding the ball in his dirty hands. If he was still alive, he probably wouldn't know how to wipe his nose when he had a runny nose.

But when the little boy saw Lu Chan, he burst out laughing and called, "Brother Lu."

Lu Chan responded.

The boy laughed and said, "Brother Lu, I saw a beautiful person in your yard yesterday."

Lu Chan paused when he heard this, curled his lips and said, "Well, he has a bad temper, so don't disturb him."

The boy covered his mouth, and the ball thumped down. He nodded in response before stretching his neck and staring at his own ball.

Lu Chan was in a good mood, lightly raised his fingertips, and the ball flew back into the boy's arms with a whoosh.

He gradually moved away from Qiyou's sight.

Qiyou walked down slowly from the window sill, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the profile picture of "Flower and Full Moon":

【he's gone.I am going now. 】

……

The black cat was lying on the young man's shoulders, its eyes were clear, and its pupils were slender as needles, which was quite strange.

It raised its tail with seven red marks, making a mocking and provocative gesture.

And his master didn't give up.

Just sitting on the sofa without saying a word, he has an aura of "don't get close to acquaintances, and die with strangers".

Qiyou brushed off the unnecessary dust on his arm, and stretched out his right arm, until the person opposite him, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Trouble, temporarily remove the red line set by your apprentice."

The person sitting across from him stared at his right hand silently for a while, and a face with a kind and kind smile was slowly raised from the shadows.

"Director Shen Xuan."

作者有话要说：这章是过渡章，明天开始正式走第三部分的正线剧情，也快要接近尾声（三十章？）啦。感谢在2020-09-2319:32:42~2020-09-2417:16:04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 irrigates the nutrient solution: Is Wang Ye licking the wolf's tail! 7 bottle;

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