Who calls this thing a god?

"Speaking of which, old Shen, I haven't had time to ask, what was the relationship between you and Mr. Fu Shu before?"

There was a slight daze on Shen Xuan's face, and then he smiled helplessly.

His tone was full of nostalgia for the past, and he said: "I am. Mr. Fu Shu and I are... biological brothers."

"..."

This answer is reasonable and expected.

But it made Lu Chan instinctively feel uncomfortable. He turned his head to look at Qi You, seeing his expression was calm, without raising his eyebrows, he couldn't help asking: "You know that too?"

Qi You dragged two to eighty-five million, and said in a calm tone, "Guess?"

Lu Chan: "..."

Qiyou said with a half-sarcasm and half-joke: "Shen Hegui has been with the Mountain Lord for 20 years, but he doesn't know that he and Mr. Fushu are compatriots?"

Lu Chan: "..."

What would he say? Shen Hegui, this elegant gentleman, has never seen the true face of the mountain lord for more than twenty years.

Really be a little quail peacefully.

He turned his head to look at Shen Xuan with a smile on his face and said: "Can't this reason be traced back to you?"

The mountain lord covers his face with a black veil all day long, and even the servants who serve him have never seen his true face.

Of course, the purpose is nothing more than to replace Mr. Fu Shu to do some things that are inconvenient for him to do.

Shen Xuan smiled embarrassingly, rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and asked cautiously and eagerly: "Then...how is he?"

How is the Suyouzong suzerain, who used to be majestic and all-powerful, now?

What happened to his beloved relatives, friends, brothers and sisters now...

His eyes were hot, hiding a faint, dim light.

As soon as he wiped this look, the smile on Lu Chan's lips gradually faded.

The person sitting in front of him at this moment is not Shen Xuan, but the mountain lord of Suyouzong, the master of Shen Hegui, and the younger brother of Mr. Fu Shu.

"...Mr. Fushu was attached to Buyou, and was also buried under Shengu Mountain."

Lu Chan put down the teacup in his hand, and changed his sitting position silently so that he could leave at any time.

Qi You, who was sitting next to him, received this silent signal, stood up calmly, and said in a flat tone: "There is nothing else, let's go first."

Shen Xuan was startled for a moment, subconsciously sat up his upper body, and asked, "Is there anything urgent for you?"

Qiyou replied nonchalantly: "The cat at home hasn't been fed."

"..."

Shen Xuan laughed dryly: "That, that's really urgent."

He watched the two stand up one after another, with a complicated look on their faces.

At the moment when Qiyou's hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly called out: "Hey——"

Shen Xuan looked at the gazes from the two of them, but instead, he blew the tea stalks off the surface of the water without haste, and said with a smile: "Come back for dinner some other day. The two of you are together. Aunt Shen's cooking is delicious."

Qiyou resisted a little, but he didn't immediately refuse, but just looked at Lu Chan silently.

"Have a chance."

Lu Chan responded casually, "My cat is still starving. See you later, Old Shen."

"Okay. Be careful on the road."

……

When I left the lobby of the Nine Bureau Building, it happened to be a sunny day outside.

The branches of the roadside are sprouting green buds, hanging with clouds.

Qi You breathed a sigh of relief, and sat in the co-pilot quite consciously. He put his hands in his pockets, found the most comfortable position, and lazily collapsed into a hamster cake in the driver's seat.

"Are you tired?"

Lu Chan leaned over to put on the seat belt for him in this position, brushed his nose against his temples, and warmed his breath against his ears, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

This sentence is normal to other people's ears, but every word in Qiyou's ears is ridiculed. He can't help but think of the experience last night, and said with a smile: "Not sleepy. Very energetic."

"is it?"

Lu Chan smiled, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Qi You calmly said, "It doesn't hurt."

As if feeling that it wasn't enough, he dropped three words lightly: "Excellent."

Lu Chan: "..."

He heard Lu Chan snort a laugh out of his nose for no apparent reason, the tone was almost like mocking a mantis.

Qiyou pursed his lower lip, leaned on the car seat and turned to look at him.

Lu Chan said flatly, "It's not in vain that I used the best medicine."

Qiyou: "?"

"Is it really not painful? Everything counts."

Qiyou: "??"

Where do you mean where.

He groaned and nodded confidently: "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good."

After Lu Chan finished speaking, he started the car and drove away.

Qi You was always quiet in the car, he turned his head to look out the car window again, there were not too many commercial streets around the Nine Bureau Building, and only a few were run by the Yaozu, so there was nothing to see.

Not long after, he became a little drowsy, with his eyelashes drooping sleepily, when he heard the driver suddenly say: "If you recover from your injury, can we fulfill our bet?"

The destructive power of this sentence is comparable to that of an atom/atom/bomb, which instantly wiped out Qiyou's drowsiness and ruined his three views.

He was hesitating how to procrastinate, but Lu Chan seemed to have the ability to read minds, and said quietly: "Sooner or later, there will be these fourteen days, right? My little princess dare not?"

If Qiyou had the previous temperament, he would have raised his head and scolded: You are all rubbish.

But life has personally taught him early on that a man should be flexible.

He immediately shrank back into the car seat, and lied without changing his expression: "Actually, I have a wound on the back of my waist. I didn't have time to tell you yesterday."

Lu Chan's expression was quite indifferent, as relaxed as asking what he had for breakfast, and said, "It doesn't exist. I checked it in the morning."

Hold!examine! ?

How to check! ?

When Qiyou heard these words, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He stroked his heart subconsciously, "Then I—"

Before he could say what he wanted, Lu Chan had already turned his head and looked at him faintly, the content of his eyes was like that of a dissatisfied woman in the palace.

"My anger will not weaken with the passage of time, but will explode/explode and accumulate in the form of Nth power."

Qi You: "..."

"You know, I'm narrow-minded."

Lu Chan stopped the car on the side of the road, leaning on the steering wheel with one hand, "What's that called, small belly, fussy, vengeful, you can do anything."

He stretched his other hand straight to Qiyou, gently lifted his chin, like picking up a delicate rose, "I am the opposite of Shen Hegui in white under the moon."

Qi You: "..."

Yes, at least Shen Hegui would not call other people's names in a cursing tone.

Although he didn't understand what the Nth power was, he knew how serious it was just by hearing the adjective "explosive" followed by it.

Qi You slumped his shoulders, pushed the tip of his tongue against one of his cheeks, and grunted reluctantly from his nose, "...Fulfill it, just do it."

Lu Chan nodded decisively and said yes, then immediately opened the car door and got out of the car, walked leisurely around to the other side and opened the car door, and gave him a gentlemanly salute, "Your Highness, please follow me."

If you ignore the mocking smile on his lips and the slightly raised brows, just look at his posture and temperament, he really has the air of a medieval gentleman.

But Qiyou would never equate this person with a "gentleman".

He responded with a half-smile, and stretched out his hand to Lu Chan, who was held in his hand like a treasure.

The moment the door on this side was slammed shut, a gust of hot air engulfed him, and all he could see was flickering flames.

The feeling of weightlessness gripped his heart tightly, and Qiyou subconsciously lay down, his open coat rattling.

When he opened his eyes to look again, it was already a raging fire, and the city buildings were reduced to a drop in the ocean.

He is above the clouds!

Qiyou came back to his senses, looked at the golden light and emerald feathers under him, and asked tentatively: "Lu Chan?"

Chiyan Jinfeng responded with a long cry.

In the past, when Qiyou soared into the sky, he sat on the grudge-eating monster, either to fight or to "seek resentment", carrying a murderous aura, and the world was devastated.

This is the first time... to see a different scenery.

Qiyou raised his head, and the light fell into his eyes, like a pool of clear spring water.

He asked, "Where are you taking me. It's not always the way home."

"Correct."

Lu Chan's tone couldn't tell what emotion it was, "You'll know when you go."

Hearing what he said, Qiyou felt relieved.

He no longer lost his mind, but puffed out his chest, and sat firmly on Phoenix's back.

The eyes are clouds, and the face is the wind.

Within reach is his unswerving love until death.

……

The red flame and golden phoenix soared for thousands of miles, hovering and stopping above the forest where the old trees were intertwined.

At first, Qi You felt that there was nothing wrong with it, but when he got up all the time, he found something strange—this forest was above the clouds.

He was slightly taken aback, jumped off Phoenix's back, and stepped on the tree trunk.

The red flames of the phoenix didn't burn the trees, it shook its wings reservedly, like clusters of golden leaf-like feathers hanging from the red roots delicately carved on agate.

It raised its neck, and after the raging fire gathered, it turned into a human form again.

"This is my place of nirvana."

Lu Chan stood behind Qiyou and said.

Nirvana...

Qi You was slightly taken aback, he saw a huge groove in the intricate and tangled tree trunk, and vein-like lines around it, which lighted up and went out regularly with the breathing of the tree.

"here?……"

Lu Chan nodded and said yes.

He stepped forward, put his hand into the groove and said, "It's very warm here, let's try it."

Qi Youyiyan stretched out his hand, and tentatively stretched it in. The warm air gently wrapped around his hand, as soft as the feathers of a baby bird.

Before he had time to be pleasantly surprised, he accidentally caught a glimpse of six short and deep ravines on the surrounding tree trunks, as if they had been carved out with a knife or a bird's beak.

He originally wanted to ask what those traces were, but when he heard Lu Chan standing beside him, he said in a calm tone, "This is where we will live for the next fourteen days, you should get used to it in advance."

Qiyou: "?"

He turned his head in astonishment: "What did you say?"

"I said this is where we will live in the next fourteen days, you should get used to it first."

Lu Chan repeated it patiently. He raised his arm and tilted his head with a half-smile: "Do you want to listen to it again? Listen to it for one day."

Qi You: "..."

"Oh yes. Counting the one just now, you will have to live here for fifteen days. Congratulations."

Qi You: "..."

Don't congratulate me.I want to die.

The author has something to say: it's really, really, going to end, maybe it's either one chapter or two chapters...

But their story doesn't end there.

Maybe I will add some cute episodes (for example, Qi You turned into a cat? (Qi You: Dangerous))

Kids, good night!

Finally, one more new post:

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 success 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 liberal arts for ten thousand years, the cold-faced devil, 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.