Who calls this thing a god?

The divine bones re-integrated into the flesh and blood of the God of Resentment.

Qiyou's eyes were clear, as if he had a shallow lake in his mouth. He pulled Lu Chan's injured left arm and used his gradually recovering divine power to heal him.

He lowered his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to be grateful to me for this, lest I be soft-hearted and unable to do other things."

Qi You paused after hearing the words, and looked at him with some puzzlement: "What are you doing?"

He raised his expressionless face and stared straight at Qiyou, like a hungry wolf staring at a fat prey.

"You lost the previous bet."

"..."

As if struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Qiyou's face turned blue and white, and he uttered a word dryly after a long while: "Ah."

"We live at home and in our bedroom for fourteen days, and we can't lose money for a minute."

Qi You: "..." You can't be too repentant, really.

His expression was a bit indescribable, he pursed his lips twice in embarrassment, and said, "I..."

"You don't think I'm not angry just now because I was so pleasant." Lu Chan cut off his words, with a seemingly cold smile on his lips, and a strong sense of oppression suddenly rushed over his face.

He firmly held Qiyou's wrist with his backhand, and pulled him towards him:

"If you are in doubt, go to your husband first. He is old and dizzy, and he will spill half a glass of water when he drinks. Can he control your dishes? He ran away from home thousands of miles away without saying a word. I thought you were rebellious. It seems that you are lacking the strict crackdown of the dean."

"I usually don't even want to let you do housework. I'm afraid I'll tire you and go back to your mother's house. How are you doing, are you here for a spring outing with your pet?"

Qi You: "..."

When Lu Chan said this, he sneered sarcastically: "Speaking of which, you really have raised a loyal dog, who is always with you, knowing that the four words "old, weak, sick and disabled" are almost all , and can get you here. What a good dog, isn’t it.”

Grudge-eating monster: "..."

It was named by the above, but it didn't dare to breathe, and it was a flying dog in the sky without saying a word.

Lu Chan scolded one person and one dog to shame, and continued with a sneer: "You are hurt and bleeding, if I arrive later, your rib will turn into ashes and turn into spring mud to protect flowers, you know? "

Qi You: "..."

Qi You: "..."

For the first time, he felt ashamed in front of people. No matter how much he sat, he changed several positions awkwardly back and forth.

After a while, he finally said, "If you don't come, I will... go back."

"How come back?"

Lu Chan retorted: "Short Pao came back with a piece of wild game?"

He had never said harsh words to Qi You, this time he was really angry.

When he learned from Shen Xuan that Qi You went to Shengu Mountain alone, he was almost frightened to have a heart attack.

When Qiyou heard him say these words, he was angry and funny, and his boss gritted his teeth unwillingly and said, "I'm sorry, my mother wanted to catch her back and make soup for you."

Lu Chan: "..."

Grudge-eating monster: "..."

Seriously, some people just don't deserve an apology.real.

Lu Chan took a deep breath, stared at Qiyou silently for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the collar of his coat recklessly, and closed the zipper from bottom to top, so as not to pinch his chin, he deliberately blocked it with his hand. one time.

He said, "I'll settle the score with you when I get home."

Qiyou probably also realized that if he continued talking, he might be in danger, so he coughed and said, "I met someone before."

Lu Chan: "Who?"

Qi You didn't have the habit of going round and round, and said bluntly, "Tang Zi."

"Tang Zi?"

Lu Chan's memory is almost photographic, which can be called the database of the Nine Bureau Walks. He thought of such a girl, and nodded expressionlessly: "She... came to Shengu Mountain?"

Qi You said, "Yes."

He really didn't have much talent for storytelling, and his narration was rigid, as if he was memorizing ancient books dryly.

"Her and Rosanne."

"And then?" Lu Chan listened patiently to his little princess telling stories.

"To travel."

Lu Chan: "..." It's kind of weird.

He stared at Qiyou for a while, but didn't hear the rest of the text, and asked again in doubt: "And then?"

The storyteller was a little dazed. He frowned and said, "No more. No after."

Lu Chan didn't look helpless or tasteless, he nodded as he said, "That's fine."

For some, no story can be the best story.

Qi You would not tell Lu Chan that he lit a light called Luo Shan, which would silently guard Tang Zi's side day and night, until death could separate them again.

"There," he suddenly pointed to somewhere down the mountain, "is the inn I went to."

There are so many people at the bottom of the mountain, it is really difficult to see a specific point, but Lu Chan followed his words, looked intently, and asked, "Is it the one with the stone mill?"

Qi You said, "Yes."

He also praised casually: "The wine she brews at home is delicious."

"That's it. I'll try it if I have a chance."

The two asked and answered, away from the hustle and bustle behind them.

The mountains and rivers under the clouds are turbulent, and the clouds above are like the world.

It was past nine o'clock that night when they got home.

Dressed in a moonlight dew, with two sleeves of spring flowers in the cold wind.

As soon as the grudge-eating monster entered the house, it immediately turned into a ball of black cats, stepped on the floor, lurched into a corner and licked its wounds.

Lu Chan was finally able to take off his dusty overcoat, frowning and throwing it into the box outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Qiyou turned his head and glanced at the cardboard box, and looked at him hesitantly.

"what happened?"

Qi You frowned: "You threw a few zeros."

Lu Chan didn't understand what he meant at first, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized that he couldn't recognize him and smiled: "It's okay, I'll let my aunt wash it up and donate it tomorrow. It might as well be a good thing if someone needs it."

He reached out and touched the tip of Qiyou's nose: "Money fan."

Qiyou didn't answer his words, but also took off the dirty, soiled and blood-stained jacket and put it in the box.

He wore a black T-shirt underneath, the muscles under the shirt were thin and shapely, like a big cat, walking silently, gracefully and indifferently.

He deliberately went upstairs before Lu Chan, sneaked a glance at his reaction when he entered the bedroom, and was relieved to see that the man had no superfluous expression.

Qiyou walked into the bathroom to change clothes lightly, screwed the door behind his back, and glanced from time to time to see if there was someone planning to attack suddenly outside the blurred glass.

Until he took off his underwear, suddenly the bathroom door was pushed open.

Before he could react, he subconsciously ran behind the plastic curtain.

Make a dead stone statue with a blank face.

Lu Chan stood at the door, unable to see his expression through the curtain, he could only hear him say in a flat tone, "I put the clean clothes here....I'll go to the guest room to take a shower."

Qi You responded fiercely: "Understood."

The man stood at the door for a few seconds, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "...Don't stand against the curtain, it's very transparent....Also, take a good bath in the bathtub."

Qi You: "..."

He wanted to know how "very transparent" the curtain was, and did it reveal any parts that were going to be hit in the drama.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Chan refused to let go and asked again: "Did you hear that?"

So cruel.

Qiyou responded with extreme humiliation: "I heard."

After the door was closed, he breathed a sigh of relief and poured water into the bathtub.

He plunged into the hot water in the tank, like sinking into quicksand flavored with hot chocolate, steaming and pleasant.

Qi You couldn't help but tilted his head back and sighed.

After sighing, he subconsciously looked at his chest again, which was covered in blood.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the hideous scar, under which there was a divine bone that had returned to its original owner.

It was returned to him by Lu Chan.

Thinking of this name, Qiyou immediately thought of two words——

"Gambling".

Hold.

With no expression on his face, Qiyou slowly dived, dived, and dived again until half of his face was buried in the hot water.

Help.

Until he got out of the bathtub in a daze and changed his clothes, he was thinking about this bet.

The moment he opened the bathroom door and saw someone sitting on the bed, the alarm bell in Qiyou's heart rang the loudest.

"..."

Qiyou laughed dryly: "What a coincidence. You are here too."

Lu Chan: "..."

He put down the book in his hand, and beckoned to Qiyou lightly: "Come here."

He probably just took a shower, and his hair was still misty. He was only wearing a black bathrobe, with the front of his clothes wide open, exposing his protruding collarbone and large chest.

A drop of water rolled down his chest, soaking the clearly defined abdominal muscles, until it went to a place that could not be seen below...

He is like a noble and elegant mermaid, hiding unspeakable temptation and danger.

Qiyou's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he thought to himself: You can't embarrass God, what kind of demon can he make with a phoenix.

He regarded death as home and walked up to Lu Chan.

"sit down."

Lu Chan's tone was light.

sit down! ?

Sit...Where do you sit?

Qiyou's gaze moved away from his abs, and silently fell on his half-covered legs.

fuck.

Foul you.

The fucking Ninth Bureau doesn't care about this person, is he considered obscene/obscene?

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Lu Chan pointed his chin at the bedside: "What are you thinking about? Sit down."

"……"oh.so.

Qi You belatedly sat on the edge of the bed.

Lu Chan leaned over to approach him calmly, and the scent of burning bamboo and flowers engulfed his sense of smell instantly.

"……"Why.what's wrong with you.

The heat from his body seemed to be transmitted to Qiyou's skin, it was so hot that it was embarrassing.

"..." Brother, you are a little closer.

The more he fell, the more Qi You subconsciously stiffened, he held his breath unconsciously, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he touched something on the coffee table and came to Lu Chan: "Oranges, do you want to eat? Supplement vitamins, you and I will be closer."

Lu Chan: "..."

He touched the nose hit by Qiyou's punch, and said in a calm tone: "The man in your hand is called Apple."

"……Oh."

Qiyou nodded: "Thank you. ——Eating apples will bring you and me closer."

Lu Chan casually took the glowing red apple and threw it to the other side, looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly:

"Undressed."

The author has something to say: the next chapters are the last few chapters before the end of the small daily life (the chapters are not necessarily hhhh)

By the way, baby, is there anything else you want to watch, I haven't thought about it recently——

Push the new pit "You Are Something Wrong" again, a campus text!Crazy criticism of beauties!The skin can stand on a tree!Super delicious woo woo woo——

Dear babies!