The BE hero who was abused by me has become a sperm

Song Yi came out wiping his hair. He put a towel on top of his head, and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Sitting on the sofa was Fuyun who had just taken a shower, with half-wet hair, swiping with a mobile phone in one hand.

In the past few days, Song Yi went to bed early, and Fu Yun woke up early again. He thought that the other party would not wrong him and would definitely sleep in the guest room.But today, seeing Zai Zai sitting on the sofa very casually, he suddenly had some weird guesses in his heart.

He put down his water glass and wanted to sneak to the guest room to have a look.Turning the doorknob caused the door to open, and as soon as it opened, Song Yi was stunned by the sundries piled inside.

When the landlord handed over the house, he told him that except for the guest room, which needs to be tidied up by himself, the rest will be handed over to the part-time workers. As for why the place is not cleaned along the way, of course it is because of the deep dust and clusters of square boxes.

It's not like being able to live at all.

So in other words, Zai Zai has been sleeping on the sofa these days?

Song Yi recalled that in the novel, Fuyun was an astonishing prodigy who could even make do with a rope, so it is estimated that the other party did not regard sleeping on the sofa as an aggrieved thing.

But why do you wrong yourself if you have a bed but don't sleep?

Knowing that the kind-hearted protagonist doesn't want to cause trouble for himself, but Song Yi still doesn't get angry, he rushes to the living room with a few steps, but most of the anger disappeared when he saw Fuyun.

"You are a guest, how can you sleep on the sofa, even if you like it, you can't even take the quilt, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Fu Yun, who was struggling to delete WeChat friends, shook her hand, startled by the sudden noise, and reflexively threw away the phone.On the friend interface on the screen, there are not many girls' avatars left, only a few lonely ones left, as if pitifully begging Fuyun not to delete herself.

Fuyun: "I..."

And it's not because you're a little gay.

Am I supposed to protect myself?

But looking at Song Yi's obviously concerned face, he was still speechless for a long time.The ends of his hair were still dripping with drops of water. When he came out of the bathroom, he just cast a small spell casually, but he didn't dry it completely. His long loose hair was messily draped over his shoulders, forming a pitiful posture.

Seeing that Fuyun was in trouble, Song Yi was also reluctant to preach.But imagining the pitiful appearance of the other party's big man lying on the sofa with his legs bent, his heart hurts the old father.

Deliberately threatening in a rough voice: "Either you can sleep with me, or I will sleep on the sofa, and you go to the master bedroom."

But after he finished his pretentious speech, he still glanced at Fuyun's expression with a little anxiety, for fear that the other party would feel a little bit bored.

Fortunately, Fuyun raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the words, but he didn't feel disgusted, and nodded in agreement with the previous plan.

Apart from the thought of not being able to embarrass the master, the secret and unknown emotions in his heart are also growing and spreading like vines.

The two returned to the master bedroom, and seeing Zai Zai's dripping hair, Song Yi found out the hair dryer he didn't use often - he was used to helping Yun to dry his hair every day.

But I don't know if it's the sequela of today's friendship, Fuyun held down the opponent's hand, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to signal.A little space between the fingertips, the finely divided blue dust turned into a few small blue smoke, which gradually wrapped around his hair, causing the water vapor to evaporate quickly.

Song Yi is like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, playing with Fuyun's completely dried hair with one hand, and uttering some meaningless exclamations from time to time.

I only care about Zai Zai, in fact, Song Yi's own hair is not dry yet, but men usually don't use such girly things as hair dryers, and with short hair, naturally it doesn't take long to dry.

The girly Fuyun: "?"

The other party got a little closer, and Fu Yun happened to notice Song Yi's wet hair, so he made a random tactic, and the same blue smoke wrapped Song Yi's hair.

Feel the temperature on the top of the head, and every strand of hair changes from wet to dry in just a few seconds.Song Yi let out a "wow", and miraculously touched his head with his hands. The way of drying with spiritual power is wonderful, neither will there be radiation from the hair dryer, nor will it damage the hair quality.

It is simply a good thing for home!

After touching his hair, Song Yi couldn't help but poke Zai Zai's spell-casting right hand secretly.

That hand was extremely smooth and tender, only the fingertips and joints had calluses from years of practice, the rest was even more tender than a girl's.

Song Yi unconsciously reached out and touched a few more times. If it wasn't for Zai Zai's fear of treating him as a pervert, he even wanted to take off the other party's clothes to feel the difference between the virtual character's skin and theirs.

Song Yi, who is full of pornographic waste, has no idea that he has long since lost his credibility in Fuyun's heart. He was treated as a gay on the first day they met, so no matter how much he pretends afterwards, he can't lose this first place. impression.

Fuyun, who was being poked and touched, was in a very delicate mood. When the young man's finger touched the back of his hand, it was like a small stone falling into a calm lake, causing a small ripple in his heart.

He grabbed Song Yi's flailing paws with his hands, suddenly felt his throat a little dry, swallowed, and said in a hoarse voice: "...don't move, I'll show you."

Song Yi's fangs and claws stopped instantly, and he stared at Fuyun intently, a small cluster of blue fire quickly gathered in the other's palm, which seemed to have no temperature.

Under Fuyun's suggestion, he hesitantly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this small flame.But before touching it, Lan Huo suddenly took a small step forward consciously, as if he had grown two legs, and jumped onto the back of Song Yi's hand.

Song Yi was shocked.

But the imaginary feeling of burning did not come, and the little blue figure dancing on the back of the hand hardly had any weight.Similarly, the temperature between hot and cold directly offsets the two, so when it falls into Song Yi's hands, it is as illusory as air.

If it weren't for the blue color visible to the naked eye, it would be undetectable at all.

Song Yi's face was full of disbelief. He never imagined that the character in the novel he created would appear in front of him one day.It is even more unimaginable that all the spiritual power spells of the other party seem to be inexhaustible forever.

"Won't your spiritual power run out?" He asked casually.

However, this spiritual question stumped Fu Yun. If it were placed in his world, this spiritual power would definitely be inexhaustible.But after experiencing the aftereffects of excessive consumption, Fuyun also began to wonder if there were restrictions on him here.

Could it be that he was only given a certain amount of spiritual power, and if he used it arbitrarily like in the Bright Continent, or attacked with high spiritual power from time to time, the limited amount would not last for a few days at all.

No wonder he felt a slight tingling sensation in his chest when he used it too much before. It turned out that this was a warning from his body.

Fu Yun thought to himself, it seems that he will have to save some time in the future.If he finds a way to go back in the future, but he has no spiritual power, it will definitely be too late to regret it.

Even though he thought so, Fuyun didn't take back the blue fire dancing in Song Yi's hand.This small cluster doesn't cost much spiritual power, so if it can drive away the other party's unhappiness, it would be a good way.

As soon as this idea came into being, Fuyun was stunned.

He remembered that a few days ago he was still thinking about how to skin Song Yi's cramps, but now the first thing he thought of was that he was unhappy.

A strong sense of panic swept through the brain, and painful memories flooded into the chest.

In the past, he also sincerely regarded Su Liu as a friend.That man has always been a modest gentleman, gentle and refined, even though he belongs to a different school, he often helps out.

The two watched the moon and drank together, walked across the world with their swords, and counted those beautiful and wanton moments, all of which aroused the eager scenes in his chest.

With the help of an expert, Fuyun worked hard to become stronger, and he was on the list of masters at a young age, and thus got acquainted with Su Liu.

At that time, he still had the resentment of being beaten and abused in his bones, and he couldn't trust anyone except his master.

He only practiced and competed day and night, and shaped himself into a martial arts training machine. It was very common for him to be defeated by someone with higher martial arts skills, or be surrounded by others after victory.

At that time, the master had finished teaching his unique skills, wandered around the rivers and lakes and never returned. He didn't even know how badly his apprentice was bullied. It was almost the same as when he was in a small fishing village.

It was at this time that Su Liu appeared, saving people from fire and water, helping the world and looking beyond the situation.

Like a hero who descended from the sky, he helped repel the coveted enemies.So many years later, Fuyun sat on the throne of the world's number one, reaching the pinnacle, sitting on the world, but he still can't forget him.

At that time, Su Liu was no longer his opponent. The two had been learning from each other for many years. Fuyun was making rapid progress, but that person was unable to break through the bottleneck frequently.

At that time, Fuyun regarded the other party as the only relative besides the teacher.

Therefore, after discovering the other party's secret targeting and murderous intentions, he finally decided to fight with him.He also thought about it for a long time before agreeing to the martial arts competition. To be honest, if Su Liu wanted his life, he could give it to him. After all, the other party had saved him from the sword before.

But the contest was organized by Su Liuti, and the venue and time were also planned by the opponent.Fuyun was even ready to release the water, he didn't want to be an enemy.

But the ending was beyond his expectation. Su Liu's aura, which hadn't broken through for a long time, exploded, and he fell into the devil with a single thought.His skill has greatly increased, but he has long since lost his gentleness and kindness. He commits all kinds of evil, his hands are stained with blood, and the lives of his subordinates pile up into mountains.

When they finally met on the top of the mountain, Su Liu also successfully transformed himself into a killing machine. The two of them have different ways and do not conspire with each other!

In the end, both perish.

Mu Yi's new article is progressing rapidly, and Su Liu has already appeared on the stage, but now he is still that gentle young man with a sense of loyalty and freedom in his heart.

Many readers guessed the follow-up in the comment area.

1: According to common sense, this Su Liu must have plots.

2: Not necessarily, I think Fuyun's master is also suspicious.

3: Yes, according to the author's urgency, the protagonist's group of relatives and friends must eventually come up with a villain anyway, let's place a bet on his master and this Su Liu, who will be the final villain!

The author has something to say:

Song Yi: I can play with Zai Zai's hands for a whole year!