amazingly short legs

Moribe: "..."

Mr. Sheng was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

The atmosphere dropped below freezing.

Di Yan looked at the stiff Ai Qing, and reached out to pull him.

Moribu avoided his hand and walked down the steps in front of the temple, "You...let me think, don't touch me, let me think."

The emperor looked at his lonely back with disgust, and felt sour in his heart, saying that he was happy to be a father, but he couldn't see any joy.

With Di Yan leading the way, they returned to the urban area from the hidden special department smoothly. The car was driving on the quiet street, and Sheng Bu drove the car without saying a word. The glass looked at Moribe's face.

Shengbu has a kind of quaint handsomeness, and when he is not smiling, his temperament is a bit cold and sharp——Di Yan silently pressed his chest: the throbbing pain from cutting his fatherly little dragon liver.

When he arrived at the villa, Moribe went back to his room without saying anything.

Di Yan sat on the dragon climbing frame in the huge living room, fell back into the soft cotton nest, wanted to hum some songs about his father, but the song was exhausted, and the only thing in his head was "dance like seaweed", It didn't dislike it either, and moaned melancholy for a long while before coaxing itself to sleep.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the sun was shining brightly through the window. Di Yan stretched his waist, crawled out of the den, and stretched his white waist. Moribe, who stared at it for an unknown period of time, was taken aback.

Moribu seemed to have not slept all night, and his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing that it woke up, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is what you said yesterday true?"

Di Yan stood up holding one side of the frame with one paw, and stroked his short beard with the other paw, like a Taoist priest in a TV drama, he said unhurriedly, "It's more likely."

Moribu nodded, indicating that he understood.

Di Yan observed Shengbu's expression, but didn't see any other meaning.

What do you mean by boring?

Shengbu took out his mobile phone, put it on the dragon climbing frame, and said, "Look at it, I'll cook."

After speaking, without waiting for Di Yan's answer, he walked towards the kitchen.

Di Yan lowered his head suspiciously, and pulled the screen of the phone with his little claws, only to see that the desktop was a cloud disk, and there were several decompressed folders in the cloud disk, and there were many novels in the folder. I understand what it means, and it says on the briefcase: BL will develop a father and son essay in the next year.

Son wants it to read these novels?Di Yan understood Shengbu's meaning, so he chose a copy of "Father, Daughter and Son Filial Piety" and read it.

When Shengbu finished the meal and came out, the little white dragon on the dragon climbing frame had already turned red. Di Yan pointed at him, then at the novel, his little paws covered his face and went back to the nest.

Shengbu walked over to look at the book it was reading, his face was a little red, and he said in a low voice, "I want you to read the father and son essay that you have cultivated. Who told you to read this pure letter gentleman."

Di Yan closed his eyes and drove the car rumbling in his head, feeling even worse. After reading the novel just now, why does he feel that he and Sheng Aiqing are still a little bit excited.

The breakfast was as rich as usual, but neither one person nor the dragon had any appetite.

Holding the milk, Shengbu looked at Di Yan on the other side darkly, and just about to say something, Di Yan glanced at him and said coldly, "Don't even think about it."

Moribe: "What do you think I'm thinking?"

Di Yan: "Why didn't Jinjiang seal you up? It's not harmonious at all."

Moribe laughed and said, "Probably because I haven't done anything yet."

"..."

Sheng Bu hesitated and said, "Long Er——"

"Call Dad."

"..."

Moribe gritted his back molars, "I don't believe this."

"Always accept the truth."

Shengbu approached Emperor Yan, and pondered: "Apart from the same blood that flows from my body, there is no other evidence? Even if I really have this kind of relationship with you, I don't have any memories of my childhood. Don't talk about what happened in thousands of years."

Di Yan was full, so he wiped his scales carefully with a handkerchief dipped in milk, "That means your memory has been sealed. As I said before, I made the seal. Although I don't remember it, it depends on how you do it." There will be no other dragons."

Sheng Bu asked: "Except for Jiang Yu, does anyone else know what happened to you after you were sealed?" He paused, and added: "Prisoner tortoise is not counted, it's all gossip."

Di Yan heard the words, pondered for a moment, then raised his eyelids suddenly, and asked, "Where did you buy me?"

Fortunately, Shengbu still kept the WeChat account of Dong Jiang, the seller of snake wine. He opened the dialog box and sent a greeting.

Dong Jiang returned quickly: Kiss, are you planning to return the product?It's been so long, Kiss finally thinks about it, congratulations.

Sheng Bu showed Di Yan the news sent by Dong Jiang. If he hadn't bought it himself, Long Er wouldn't have known how unpopular he was.

Di Yan flicked his tail: "I'm your father!"

Sheng Bu thought to himself, the father is the father, and what he is playing is the next year.

Di Yan touched the dragon's beard, "Ask him for his address, we'll go see him, I want to ask some questions in person."

Sheng Bu sent it as it said, and Dong Jiang was very enthusiastic. He was not surprised at his arrival, and soon sent a detailed address, and even tweeted a WeChat location.

The address is in the city next door, not far away. Shengbu made an appointment with him, and he will go there in about two days, and buy some snake wine by the way.

After sending the message, Shengbu asked, "What do you think?"

Di Yan said: "He should know something."

Sheng Bu nodded, ready to save the manuscripts for the past two days, when he walked to the computer desk, he heard Di Yan sigh.

Sheng Bu asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Di Yan stretched out his claws and tapped him in the air, and said two words: "Unfilial." Then said: "Call me Dad."

Moribu couldn't help laughing, knowing that it was his own reaction that prevented him from being a father. For some reason, he always had a sense of irony, and he didn't believe that he and Di Yan were father and son. He couldn't explain why, but it was probably a man. intuition.

Moribu was very calm, trying to make him believe it, unless he could find convincing evidence—but even if he found it, it would be nothing more than replacing the human-beast cp with the father-son cp.

Di Yan's reaction to him was very resentful, causing him not to experience the joy of being a father at all, and the novel he had just read, and the car exhaust still left in his head, it was even worse.

It was dazed for a while, and suddenly said: "Take out your childhood things and let me see them."

Perhaps seeing the fullness of the young teeth, I will become a father and rekindle the joy of being a father.

Shengbu had no choice but to put down his work and took Di Yan to the study on the second floor.

He has lived here since he was in middle school, and there are still textbooks, certificates of awards, protective gear that he participated in the school fencing club, model toys that boys like, and various types of swords he collected in the study.

Di Yan found a photo album, which contained various photos of Moribe's adolescence, full of vigor and vigor, "It's so tender."

Shengbu stretched out his face, "It's very tender now, do you want to touch it?"

Di Yan took a critical look at him, "Adults don't look at tenderness, look--" His eyes moved down.

Moribe cleared his throat, "Dad."

The emperor was tired of it in an instant.

Moribe said with a smile: "Turn back—the photo album, there are still many photos."

The emperor glared at him disgustedly, interrupting other people's hooliganism is like revenge for killing his father.

The second half of the photo album is mostly taken by Moribe when he was practicing fencing, and there are still frames of victories in various fencing competitions.

Di Yan didn't like this kind of thin and round sword spread in the West, "It's not as good as my sword."

"You Xiao?" Shengbu took it to the basement, "I have not only this kind of sword in my collection, but also many Central Plains sabers."

The basement of the villa is like a hidden sword pavilion, with dozens of ancient swords glowing with chilling light under the lights.

Tired of turning into a human form, the emperor casually took a handful and weighed it in his hand.

Sheng Bu said: "Longyuan sword is one of the top ten famous swords in China. What you have in your hand is the imitation Longyuan sword made by the foundry master Yi Bai in the Republic of China. The real one was buried in Zhaoling along with Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty."

Di Yan held the sword in one hand, and pulled a sword flower, the light of the sword flowed freely and unrestrainedly.

Sheng Bu had never seen Di Yan use a sword before, so he got interested and took one too, saying, "Try it?"

"Of course, I want you to see how good you are as a father."

One person and one dragon came out of the basement, and stood still in the courtyard. Emperor Yan's white clothes were hanging on the floor, his black hair was windless and automatic, his appearance was imposing, and there was brilliance in his eyebrows and eyes, which was really beautiful.

Sheng Bu held his sword, "Please advise."

Di Yan stabbed out with a sword, Sheng Bu dodged sideways, and quickly said: "Only use swordsmanship, not spells, whoever wins is the father, how about it?"

Di Yan's sword light was like a shadow, and he swept out powerfully, and said coldly: "Today, I will let you kneel down and call Dad, and lie down and sing Conquer."

Di Yan's moves are weird and varied, and every move is made at a tricky angle. Shengbu was a little underestimating the enemy at first, but he didn't expect Di Yan's swordsmanship to be so powerful. , faster and faster, and even changed from passively accepting moves to actively meeting the enemy.

The grove in the courtyard swayed, the sword energy crossed the summer wind, Shengbu stared in the shadow of the sword, only the figure in white clothes like snow was left in his eyes, the long sword hummed, and as soon as he was lost in thought, he seemed to see the emperor Tired of wearing a jade crown on her head, she turned into a green dress and stands alone on the top of the mountain, looking down at the world while talking and laughing.

Sheng Bu had obviously never seen such an emperor, but he suddenly felt familiar as if he had remembered it for many years.

Di Yan noticed his ecstasy, took the opportunity to make a ruthless move, and put the sword on Shengbu's neck.

Sheng Bu was slightly taken aback, subconsciously raised his sword, and deftly moved away from Di Yan's sword from a treacherous angle.

Di Yan's tiger's mouth hurt, and the Longyuan sword fell to the ground, making a clanking sound.

"You—" just after saying a word, Di Yan pursed his lips again, staring at Sheng Bu with cold eyes.

Sheng Bu quickly put down his sword to check if he was injured, but Di Yan avoided him with a complicated expression.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" Shengbu was a little displeased because of his avoidance, and his heart was chilled by Di Yan's eyes, "Speak up, Long'er."

Di Yan closed his eyes and asked, "How did you know how to do this?"

Sheng Bu was also a little surprised, "I don't know, I just use it subconsciously, what's wrong?"

Di Yan bent down, picked up the Longyuan sword, and said, "I used You Xiao to teach Qingnu this move, and Qingnu is the human race who betrayed me back then."

Di Yan said: "I gave You Xiao to Jiang Yu, and then You Xiao got into Qing Nu's hands somehow, and Qing Nu stabbed me to death from behind with this sword...not killed, stabbed me hurt me."

Sheng Bu was silent for a moment, and said, "You looked at me that way just now, did you suspect that I was the reincarnation of Qing Nu?"

Di Yan said slowly: "It's not that I suspect reincarnation, but that you are him."

Sheng Bu became anxious, and grabbed Di Yan's hand, "I don't believe that I will hurt you, if you say that, I'd rather you still suspect that you are my father!"

The last word slammed on Di Yan's head crisply and forcefully, making Di Yan's heart flutter.

Seeing his happy look, Shengbu said in his heart, "Don't care who I am, just treat me as Shengbu, and be with me well, don't check my background, don't make trouble, okay?"

Di Yan shook his head, returned the Long Yuan Sword to Sheng Bu, walked towards the house, and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. If we want to help Prison Turtle, we must find You Xiao Sword, and You Xiao Sword is—"

Di Yan paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Of all the things in the world, only You Xiao can hurt me." He can kill him.

"Then we won't look for it anymore." Being selfish, they don't care about prisoner turtles.

Di Yan said: "Do you think that if we don't look for you, no one will look for You Xiao? You put these things together and think about it carefully. Do you feel that someone is deliberately guiding us? I don't know what the other party wants to do." I don’t know, but one thing, they want me to find You Xiao.”

Moribe frowned deeply.

Di Yan stretched out his hand to gently smooth his eyebrows, "Those people couldn't find You Xiao, that's why they wanted us to look for it. Whoever has You Xiao will pinch the gate of my life."

The killing intent flashed across Di Yan's eyes, "So we have to find You Xiao first from the Jiang family."

Sheng Bu pulled his hand down, put it on his lips and kissed it, and Di Yan subconsciously rubbed the kissed place on Mr. Sheng's shoulder.

Moribe: "..."

Disliked, heartbroken.

Di Yan said: "I always feel that the key to finding You Xiao is to find out who you are, and what is your relationship with me, Jiang Yu, Qing Nu, and 7000 years ago."

Sheng Bu said: "I can't be me, is it a different fireworks?"

"No, I don't like burning buttocks." Di Yan pointed to the basement, "My dear son, when I find You Xiao, I will give it to you as a father. The life and death of a father is in your hands. Whether you are happy or not, call Dad to make your father happy."

Shengbu gave him a disgusted look, and gave away weapons that could kill him everywhere. His little dragon was just like the mentally retarded 7000 years ago, so if you give it to him, you will feel more at ease if you hold it yourself.