Who calls this thing a god?

"Your Royal Highness, you have been arrested."

The parties were shocked, very shocked.

There were mixed feelings in my heart, and some indescribable sweetness came out of my panic.

Numbness spread from the heart.

Qi You was in a daze for a moment, did he really want to be caught by Lu Chan?

He coughed, raised his hand to cover the uncontrollable smile on his lips, and asked with a half-smile and half-questioning, "Who are you?"

The paper crane wobbled and stopped in mid-air, and instead of answering the question, said, "I'm here to talk to you about something."

"Ok?"

Qi You was at a loss, "What do you want to say?"

The paper crane cleared its throat, a piece of plain white paper could not see subtle changes in expression or movements, but it always gave people an awkward and uneasy feeling.

It says, "...did you eat when you went out?"

It was rare for Qiyou to show a bit of a daze, but he didn't expect Lu Chan to tell him this first when they met.

He was a little helpless, and sighed: "Yeah."

"what did you eat?"

He asked again, "Have you eaten that night?"

Qi You: "..."

He didn't understand, so he nodded: "Yeah."

Lu Chan refused to let go, and asked like checking a kindergarten child's meal: "What did you eat?"

The child answered obediently: "...the roast chicken and chocolate given by others."

"Have you slept well these days?"

"……good."

"How much is it okay?"

"..."

Qiyou smiled helplessly: "Lu Chan."

Lu Chan didn't expect to see him for a few days, and subconsciously asked him first if he had eaten, if he slept well, and if anyone bullied him.

But he came here under pressure and with resentment.

Knowing that he had lost his composure, he cleared his throat and said calmly:

"You looked for Shen Xuan before you came, but you didn't look for me..."

He tasted the meaning of a deep-seated woman in the palace, coughed again and changed the subject: "What do you want to do in Shengu Mountain?"

What Lu Chan said was innocuous, he was so stern and selfless, but Qiyou always felt that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

He didn't speak, just stared silently at the silly little paper crane in front of him.

Lu Chan didn't get his answer, so he didn't seem to take it seriously, and then asked plausibly, "What did you find here? You want to deal with—"

"Lu Chan."

Qiyou finally stopped him.

His tone was very calm, even his demeanor was indifferent.

"What are you trying to tell me?" with the same tone of asking what's for breakfast.

Yes.Tell.

Instead of "questioning".

Aside from asking him if he ate, what he ate, and if he slept well, the other questions that came one after another were all out of drunkenness.

Lu Chan just suddenly felt a little timid about a certain cognition.

He had never been afraid of anything else since he was a child. He raised his head and held his chest up at all times. When he hit the south wall, he gritted his teeth and swallowed blood until he smashed and smashed the wall.

This is the first time, feeling angry and faintly timid about something.

The paper crane froze in mid-air for a while.

Lu Chan said, "I am not Shen Hegui."

He stared closely at Qi You's eyes, and the words were both tasteful and relieved when he said them.

Before he left for the Soul Invitation Temple, he kept thinking, if Qiyou always thought he was Shen Hegui, and if it was Shen Hegui that Qiyou liked, then all the past would be nothing.

What is his abnormal thoughts about Shen Hegui.

What should he do.

Lu Chan could have concealed it and acted as Shen Hegui's substitute.

But he didn't.

He wants to pray that the person he likes is him.

Be clean and have nothing to do with others.

The more so, the more fear of losing.

Every time I think of it, it feels like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

But when he really said it, he felt that these things seemed innocuous.

...you can do it all over again.

Everything can be repeated.

It doesn't matter even if you go through one more disintegration and wait for another thousand years of nirvana.

He was born to love him.

He is Lu Chan, and he can only be Lu Chan.

Qiyou also stared at him, his eyes were clear and never dodged.

He said, "I know."

"..."

"........."

The paper crane froze in place, as if it had lost its soul.

Three thoughts flashed through Lu Chan's mind like a bullet screen rolling.

……he knows.

He actually knew.

Ah, I lost my face.

He didn't even bother to ask "how did you know?", he just stared at the calm person in front of him in disbelief.

Qiyou folded his arms and looked at the paper crane: "You just want to tell me this?"

Lu Chan: "..."

"Come here with a different look so you don't dare to meet me in person?"

Lu Chan: "..."

He was in a state of extreme confusion, and was accidentally led for a while by the person who should have been "indicted by the teacher".

Qiyou sneered unceremoniously: "So stupid."

The monster squatting at the back of the hall and eavesdropping the whole time covered his eyes and thought: After the ball, the master has completely failed.This god is broken.

The thousands of lights in the main hall of the Soul Invitation Temple reflected on the thin body of the paper crane, almost igniting it.

Lu Chan was in a daze, he accidentally let go of his hand holding the copper coin in the present world, and he accidentally lost the connection from the Soul Temple.

... Fuck, I was turned against the general.

Ben was in double row, but Qi You, whose boyfriend was disconnected inexplicably, didn't take it seriously. He walked briskly forward to pick up the paper crane that had lost its shimmering light, held it in his palm and blew gently.

The monster was peeking carefully at the corner of the wall, with its raised tail and seven strange red eyes, also joining in the fun.

Qi Yulima lowered his face: "What are you looking at? Work."

The monster shook its head and bared its teeth, with a treacherous and terrifying expression.

If this kind of thing appeared in a horror movie, the audience would definitely praise the screenwriter for his rich imagination.

Many pet owners will feel "my baby is still very cute!" in a few moments, no matter how ugly their cuties are.

But it's really totally unlikable.

Ox.

So fucking ugly.

Horribly ugly.

Qiyou glanced at it indifferently, then looked away as if nothing had happened, "...Lu Chan should have learned something from Shen Xuanna, let's move faster and try to resolve some matters before he comes to Shengu Mountain."

The monster nodded in agreement.

There is nowhere to rest this night.

The mountain was covered in thick fog, dead branches and leaves and mud were crushed under the feet. Every step was like walking on the edge of a cliff. If you were not careful, you would be crushed to pieces.

Qiyou is wearing a mask, and his slender eyelashes are covered with frost. He is like an elf of eternal night, shuttling through the mountains and forests silently.

The temperature in the mountains at night is much lower than during the day, even in March, but it is also below zero.

Qiyou couldn't bear the cold, subconsciously wrapped up the fleece jacket tightly, with one hand tightly clutching the phoenix blood that Lu confessed to him in his pocket.

The heat flow continuously spread from his fingertips, enabling him to walk freely in this freezing environment, instead of just squatting in a dead plant and waiting for its fruit.

Holding the phoenix blood, Qi You gradually warmed up his body, and it was just right for him not to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, I wanted to ask just now."

Qiyou: "?"

The monster exhaled hot air and said, "Why haven't you looked at me recently."

"..." Because I didn't understand beauty and ugliness before, I'm sorry.

"Look, you just stared at that torn paper dumpling for a long time, why didn't you even look at me?"

Qiyou inevitably felt a little guilty, but fortunately, he couldn't see his expression even though he was wearing a mask and hat.

"I'm not, really not," he said.

The monster wanted to say something more, but Qi You immediately turned his face away: "If you don't work, don't eat tonight."

It pouted and said:

"Okay. Hey, this red one is what you're looking for, right?" The monster squatted down and turned to look at him.

Qiyou raised his eyebrows and walked forward, snapped his fingers casually, faint sparks floated on the ground and circled, he looked down at the old cinnabar, always felt that something was wrong.

He thought for a moment, took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Shen Xuan, tapped the ground with his toes and said, "Pull it out."

The monster dug open the blood-splattered cinnabar three times, five times and two times, and only dug out less than a finger deep, when it suddenly hit something hard—although it shattered instantly under its sharp claws.

Qi You stepped on its claws with his toes: "Slow down. See what it is."

According to the words, it slowly peeled away the dirt, revealing a bone soaked in blood.

Qi You paused for a moment, frowned and examined for a while, then said deeply: "...the demon bone."

He probably thought of something bad, and his face froze again.

... Man-made resentment especially God.

It won't always be successful the first time.

He had a guess in his mind, and then spent the whole morning taking photos and planing the ruins of the ancient formation on half of the mountain.

The formation formed by the cinnabar is the formation, and the demon bone is under the ruins.

Although Qiyou is not ignorant of the formation method, he has no chance to practice this kind of forbidden method at all.

He could only wait for Shen Xuan to research and release the results.

Anyway, no matter what, this formation cannot be left behind.

He dug a place wherever he went, until it was so broken that it couldn't be connected at all.

... If Gu Buming saw it, he would probably be so angry that he would scream on the spot.

The two of them had been busy all night, like old workers digging bamboo shoots, they were all disheveled.

Qiyou was really uncomfortable, so he had to go back to the temple to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

He was arranging his red clothes in front of the mirror, when he heard the bell ring again in front of the hall.

There is a faint smell of incense, which lingers on the tip of the nose for a long time.

Qi You was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether he was more happy or more worried, he dragged his long clothes to the floor and accompanied by the soft ringing of bells to give birth to lotus step by step.

With loose shoulder-length hair, he stood in front of the statue in a red dress, sizing up the tall, well-dressed but not exaggerated man in front of him.

His eyes were faintly covered with green mountains, and the corners of his lips always held a detached and sarcastic smile.

He is Lu Chan, and he can only be Lu Chan.

There are thousands of bright lights in the hall, but he only takes the gods.

As soon as Lu Chan changed his previous muddleheadedness, he had already walked out of the intricate memories that did not belong to him.

He Shi Shiran gave an elegant and vaguely ambiguous gentleman's salute to the resentful god in front of him, and said with a smile:

"My lord, I have come to pray."

Qiyou said in a calm tone: "Sorry, I am temporarily closed."

"Then I won't pray," Lu Chan said, "I'll propose."

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