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

Fu Yun, who originally wanted to get rid of the other party in his sleep, was so shocked that he froze in place when he heard Song Yi's tiny baby, and even forgot how to use his spiritual power.

But fortunately, after Song Yi finished saying this, he got into the quilt in a daze, and fell asleep after a long time, leaving only Fuyun who was stiff all over and did not recover for a long time.

I kept repeating in my mind: Look, he is really uneasy and kind to me.

There was only a small warm yellow lamp left in the bedroom, the light was dim, and it only lightened the room slightly.It is already late at night, thousands of families are falling asleep, and the whole world is enveloped in darkness.Only this desk lamp is still struggling to exert its residual heat.

There was a light switch sound, and Fuyun turned off the light with his hands.In the darkness, the villain on the bed moved restlessly, and continued to dream.He stood on the spot and took a few glances, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that it was a little tasteless to let people die unknowingly.

Even if he experienced such a tragic betrayal in his previous life, the peak duel with Su Liu was evenly matched and made public.As a responsible and responsible master of the rivers and lakes, the assassination is not done by a gentleman, and he cannot lower his status.

It will be in line with his identity to get rid of people in a fair and honest manner in the future.

Fu Yun, who forcibly hypnotized herself, nodded, then left the bedroom with peace of mind, and spent the night on the sofa feeling wronged.Although he wasn't worried that Song Yi would be a threat to him, this person was a broken sleeve, so he better avoid it, so as not to give people too many unnecessary expectations.

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After the two fell asleep, there was another bloodbath on the Internet.The new work "Cangsheng Tage" by the abuser Shenmu Yi opened on time, fans screamed wildly, and black fans jumped.

After the sound of congratulations and congratulations on Kaiwen in the front row, there were a few comments that were not so pleasing to the eye.

Book Friend 1: Why are you cultivating immortals again, wooden sledgehammer, do you only write about this kind of thing?

Book friend 2: I guess it's the same plot again, and the protagonist is tortured to death, but it's not his own son anyway, ex.

Book friend 3: The author of lj, just because of my lousy money, get out of the Internet literature world.

The disharmonious remarks were quickly rejected by the fans, but Mu Yi's black fans were indeed huge, and one popped up almost every few minutes, and he was completely tireless. This is the best immortal cultivator.

The first-class fan who failed to press the comments several times became angry and smashed several large reward tickets, probably because he was frightened by this person's crazily throwing money, or tired after so long. The black fans who started dominating the screen were a long time late this time, so they trembled, lengthened the interval, and posted comments again.

The situation was quickly controlled by money, and the frequency of black comments coming in half an hour to an hour was maintained, which was easy to deal with. The two-pronged approach of suppressing reviews and reporting, the rest is a row of harmonious flowers.

Apart from giving some red envelopes to big fans, Master Mu Yi usually doesn't care about the comment area at all, and lives a relaxed life. Although there are countless black fans, the power of fans should not be underestimated.Besides, apart from personally attacking the author or the protagonist, none of these sunspots said that Mu Yi's writing skills were bad.

After all, this is a well-recognized master, otherwise he would not torture the readers to death, but he is still willing to continue to follow the series and new articles.

Meng Houyi was lying on the bed with her mobile phone in her hands, only the light from the mobile phone screen was reflected on her face in the darkness.The girl's almond eyes are wide open, sometimes angry, sometimes happy, just like a schizophrenic.

Her door was gently pushed open, and then, with a bang, the room was brightly lit with white light.As soon as the dazzling light shot, Meng Houyi subconsciously let out an ah, then squinted his eyes, and looked at the woman who suddenly turned on the light.

She stuck out her tongue and sat up from the bed: "...Mom."

The elegant woman glanced at her angrily, half angry and half helpless: "I'm about to be a freshman and I won't restrain myself. I ran back from school today, how did you promise me?"

"Our home is not close to the school, and you have to get up early again. It's a little bit faster now, why don't you go to bed?"

Meng Houyi hurriedly got up from the bed, slowly came to the side of the mother, hugged the woman's arm and shook: "I was wrong, I will sleep right away."

"Okay, hurry up, I really should learn from your brother, I have never worried since I was a child." After saying this, the woman left the room, leaving Meng Houyi alone.

She lowered her head, as if she was sincerely repenting or being wronged. After a while, the girl fell back on the bed, hammered the doll next to the pillow, and muttered, "Smelly brother."

The next day was the deadline for reporting, and there were a lot of new and old students who came to the site. Song Yi also woke up early. When he woke up, he saw the empty bed around him, and he was dazed for a moment, thinking that he met Fu The cloud is just a dream I made.

The gloom gradually piled up in his eyes, and a second before being engulfed by the darkness, there was a strange crackling sound in the living room.

Song Yi was taken aback, lifted the quilt, and ran out thumping.He peeked at the door, only to find that the noise was coming from the kitchen.

Fuyun, who used his spiritual power very smoothly, overturned his car today, and originally wanted to make breakfast by himself to repay the favor he owed.

But Ling, who has always been obedient, was out of his control at all today. The pots, pans and pans were suspended in mid-air, and fell down after only a few seconds of support. It was only the hot porridge splashing in the pot, which still scalded his arm.

Fu Yun stared at the red marks from his injuries and was in a daze. He hadn't been hurt by anything other than an artifact for a long time. The golden armor of a cultivator protects his body, which is invulnerable to poison and invulnerable to swords, but today he only But after being burned, I felt pain for a long time.

This little pain made him ignore the stabbing pain in his chest, wrapped in confusion, and stayed in place thinking.

Song Yi who hurried over saw the scene in front of him.The burn on Zai Zai's arm was conspicuous, he hurriedly found the ointment he prepared, and applied it directly with his fingertips.

His movements were gentle, and he had already forgotten about the blackened self. After finding out that Fuyun was not his imagination, Song Yi was completely relieved and returned to normal.He is very focused now, and he can't leave a little scar on his best protagonist's body, and the ointment is squeezed up like it doesn't cost money.

Fu Yun wanted to withdraw his hand several times and come back, he is not used to it, and this small injury will heal within a few days, if it is not good, he can erase it with a clearing technique, it is not worth the trouble.

But he looked at Song Yi's serious appearance, and he didn't know why, but he just couldn't refuse.But Fuyun knew that it was because of the trust in people in his heart, otherwise, he couldn't have been so defenseless.

A good breakfast was a waste, Song Yi resolutely kept Zai Zai away from the kitchen, and patted his chest to promise that he would cook all the meals in the future, "Until you marry a wife."

Fuyun: "?"

The other party spoke so smoothly that Fuyun almost thought that he had misheard. Didn't this guy have bad intentions for him?Would you be willing to give him to another woman?

Urge Zai Zai to put on new clothes. Today he has to solve the problem of Fuyun, a black household. He may have to rely on a relationship for his ID card. It should be no problem for the school to arrange an exchange student. It costs money anyway, so it is not difficult.

He bought several sets of clothes for someone yesterday, and after they were washed, they filled the entire closet. He didn't feel bad for his son who wanted to spend all the money on his body, spending money like a big female in a dress-up game.

As for his own clothes, he either put them wrongly in the small wardrobe in the guest room, or folded them and barely put them under the wardrobe in the master bedroom.In comparison, it turned out that he, the master, was a little pitiful.

But Song Yi didn't say anything, so Fu Yun couldn't see it. He took the clothes carefully selected by the other party, and while Song Yi turned his back to avoid suspicion, his spiritual power flashed. In just a few seconds, the pajamas After taking off, the new clothes wrapped the whole body.

Song Yi expressed his satisfaction. Fuyun's excellent body proportions are enough to make many men envious and jealous, and he is no exception, but that bit of jealousy is replaced by satisfaction. He created a perfect male god in his own pen, and he is still his own son. I am overjoyed Overwhelmed the slightest imbalance in my heart.

While the taxi was speeding, the private cars also left one after another.Eight or nine o'clock in the morning is the rush hour for work. Song Yi and the others just got out of the car, and when they looked back, they were already blocked.

But there were not a few students who arrived early. Although they had a good time during the holiday, they didn't use this last day to adjust because they stayed up late to cultivate immortality.The Academic Affairs Office hadn't officially started working yet, so Song Yi took Fuyun to the cafeteria first, planning to eat something casually.

Fuyun, who has a strong ability to accept, has reluctantly accepted the reality after a series of popular science, and he will not be able to return to his world in a short time.Then enjoy the different life here, in fact, it doesn't feel bad.

The two handsome guys haunted the cafeteria at the same time, instantly attracting the attention of most of the girls. In the romance novels, there are fewer scenes where they strike up a conversation and give love letters.Most of the students who can be admitted to Deep Blue University are students with good grades, who concentrate on their studies and don't spend their days like little girls.

But seeing handsome guys come and go, it's enough to cause a little sensation, especially the recent Song Yi, his brows are no longer as cold and difficult to approach as usual, even if he is walking on the road, he can still see the obvious smile at the corner of his mouth.

However, this smile was only for the boy beside him.

Fuyun's long hair also attracted a lot of attention, but no one would regard him as a girl. After all, he was nearly 190 tall, and the man's frame was slightly larger. Although he had a non-mainstream hairstyle, he was still very attractive. eyeball.

"Tch, why did I remember the cafeteria today? I thought he didn't like our school." Lin Qing curled her lips and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun in her hand.

Qi Hao smiled honestly: "Okay, let's eat your meal."

However, Meng Dengyuan's gaze never left the two of them, and he kept circling around. It is rare for a rich second generation to be so close to the people. He scooped a spoonful of sweet porridge and was about to put it in his mouth when someone slapped his back hard. Pat: "Brother!"