Mr. Fu is always too annoying

In this world, there are different levels of people, and so are monsters.

The pyramid has three levels, the bottom level is ordinary monsters, the top level is destiny monsters like Fu Qianyuan, and the middle level is like Fu Tong.

The ancient bloodlines born from heaven and earth are restricted by the law of heaven, so they cannot live forever and cannot coexist. They will be reborn after they die, and they can only continue the years they have gone through through the inheritance of bloodlines.

Fu Tong is the fourth Yazi in this world.

From the three Yazi before, he had obtained nearly 1 years of blood inheritance, but even in such a long time of inheritance memory, Fu Tong did not find any trace of the monster just now.

That is, it is a nascent one.

He has no background, but he is quite courageous.

Fu Tong sneered inwardly, and put the book back expressionlessly. Just as he was about to leave, someone lightly touched his shoulder from behind.

In just a second, Fu Tong's knife was in his hand.

Behind it is not a monster, but Fu Qianyuan.

But in Fu Tong's eyes, this person was basically a little more hideous than the monster just now.

Fu Tong was a little impatient: "Are you annoying?"

He was really annoyed, and felt that since Fu Qianyuan appeared, nothing went smoothly when he came and went.

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes: "It's time to eat, what do you want to eat?"

Fu Tong didn't want to say anything, and went straight around him and walked towards the door. Fu Qianyuan was silent for a few seconds behind him, and quickly followed.

Then Fu Tong's ears were never clean again.

"There is a ribs shop downstairs in the community, which is very good. May I take you there?"

"..."

"Bai Tang said that the chain dessert shop next to his house is also good, you will definitely like it..."

"..."

"If you don't want to eat with me...it's okay, you go home and rest first, and I'll go buy it."

"..."

"I remember you like spicy food. If you don't want to eat these, there is a Sichuan restaurant next door. You..."

"..."

Fu Tong stopped, and the little patience left was finally completely exhausted at this moment: "Fu Qianyuan, in [-] years, many things can be changed. I want to protect my throat. I haven't eaten spicy food for many years. I liked sweets before, but now I feel disgusted when I see it, because it is easy to get tired of eating too much, and it will erase all the satisfaction at the beginning. I don’t like this kind of thing that doesn’t last long... Sweet, spicy, love Laughing, making trouble, these are very good, but Fu Qianyuan, tell me, is the person you are talking about Fu Tong?"

Fu Qianyuan was startled.

Fu Tong frowned and met his eyes, and almost said the rest of the words: "Let me tell you, no, the person you are talking about is not Fu Tong, but Meng Qi."

After saying the last two words, Fu Tong closed his eyes to suppress the astringency that had welled up in his eyes.

Meng Qi is Fu Tong's former name, it doesn't have much metaphorical meaning, it's just because the previous Yazi were all named Meng, and he was born in Qishan.

But the best and most difficult years of Fu Tong's life are behind this name.

Fu Tong knew it, and Fu Qianyuan knew it, so since the two reunited, Fu Qianyuan has always called him Fu Tong, and never mentioned the word Meng Qi.

Now, this past name was mentioned by Fu Tong first, which was also the result of losing control of his emotions. He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Fu Tong was extremely confused for a moment, and he didn't want to face Fu Qianyuan like this again, so he took a step back and almost left the door in a hurry.

After the whole journey, I didn't look back.

It was just after one o'clock when we got home.

Fu Tong nestled into the sofa and swiped countless funny videos on Weibo, which brought his mood back to one-third.

Not much, barely survive.

But it still hurts to think about it.

Fu Tong put down his phone, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, he just didn't think about anything, just lay there with his eyes closed and let go.

After about half an hour like this, he stretched out his hand and touched the phone next to him back.

This time, instead of watching the funny video, he poked into WeChat and sent a voice request to Wen Rong.

The microphone rang.

When there were less than three seconds left before the request would end automatically, they finally clicked accept.

Fu Tong put the phone aside: "Busy?"

Wen Rong's voice was still gentle: "Fortunately, there was something wrong just now, but it's gone now, what's the matter?"

Fu Tong turned over slightly: "There is something I want to ask you about."

After finishing speaking, he described the monster he met in the hospital to Wen Rong as completely as possible.

The microphone fell silent, and half a minute later, the gentle voice sounded again, but it brought bad news: "I've never heard of this monster."

Bai Ze is the leader of auspicious beasts and knows everything. If you don't even know about him, it's really hard to find him.

Fu Tong couldn't help frowning, and then heard Wen Rong say: "Where did you meet it? What did it do?"

"The No. 1 civilian hospital met, did not do anything, just created a small illusion, and—"

"squeak--"

Before she could speak the following words, she was interrupted by the sudden sound of claws scratching the door. The sound was not low, and Wen Rong could hear it clearly through the microphone.

"What happened to you?"

"I don't know, let's hang it here first, I'll go and have a look."

"Okay, be careful, call me immediately if you need anything."

"it is good."

Fu Tong responded, hung up the voice, and when he looked up again, he had silently held the black knife in his hand.

He walked to the entrance, looked out through the cat's eyes, and froze after seeing the source of the sound outside.

What stayed outside was not the monster that Fu Tong expected, but a pure black cat, squatting gracefully on the carpet in front of the door, and raised its head to meow when it heard his footsteps.

Soft and light.

In an instant, it touched Fu Tong's heart.

Fu Tong opened the door, but for fear of scaring it, he stood still and didn't go over. The cat was more courageous than him. First, he took a small step forward, and when he found that Fu Tong had no intention of refusing, his fluffy tail With a flick, she meowed softly at him again.

Mr. Yazi, who is deeply fuzzy, couldn't control it this time, so he knelt down and patted the black cat's head.

It feels wonderful, soft and velvety and slippery.

Fu Tong couldn't help touching it a few more times.

The character of the black cat is not as cold as it looks on the outside. After being petted, it narrowed its eyes comfortably and let out a few small purrs in its throat. Fu Tong looked at it, only to find that its eyes were blue, the sea Ordinary, deep and expensive.

Fu Tong lowered his hand and touched it next to its eyes. The black cat blinked, and took a small step forward. The tip of its tail curled up and rubbed against Fu Tong's hand, then straightened up and moved forward. I want to rub into the arms of the person in front of me and act like a baby.

Fu Tong didn't move and let it make trouble, but when the black cat tried to walk in from beside him, he put his hand on its forehead, and said without any waves, "Fu Qianyuan, are you still shameless?"

The black cat's tail froze immediately.

After a long while, it squatted back and looked at Fu Tong and said, "Fu Tong."

The voice was low and slightly hoarse, completely different from the soft meow just now.

Fu Tong glanced at him: "The cat came suddenly on the eighteenth floor and just scratched my door. Fu Qianyuan, do you think I'm stupid?"

The black cat in front of him didn't answer, and looked at him with a pair of blue eyes, and then blinked.

There is no doubt about the lethality of killing critical strikes in the blink of an eye.

Fu Tong: "..."

It has to be said that Fu Qianyuan really hit Fu Tong's weakness this time, so that Fu Tong paused a few times, but he was not willing to say harsh words to drive him away.

But if you don't drive them away, it's okay to see them out of sight.

Fu Tong stood up, didn't look at the black cat again, took a step back and closed the door directly.

But the result was still the same as before. Just halfway through, he was stopped again.

Fu Tong raised his eyes, and Fu Qianyuan stood there, looking at him fixedly. The black Tang suit on his body was made of smooth material, which looked very similar to the texture of black cat fur.

Fu Tong's gaze stopped on it for a moment: "Stop pretending?"

Fu Qianyuan didn't speak, but just took a step forward. He was already taller than Fu Tong, and black was easy to give people a sense of intimidation. Fu Tong paused, and almost unconsciously followed his movements to retreat towards him.

He stabilized, frowned and raised his head: "What are you going to do?"

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "I want to have a good talk with you."

But this posture is not so much about speaking well, as it is about forcing a room.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, and after a long while, he suddenly let go, and leaned against the door: "Okay, I also want to hear what you plan to say to me, do you want to remember the past years, or do you want to remember the past for you? Another reason for his disappearance? If it's the former, I advise you not to use it, as for the latter..."

He looked at Fu Qianyuan: "Do you think it's here now, is it too late?"

Fu Qianyuan was taken aback.

His reaction was within Fu Yi's expectations. Fu Tong lowered his eyes, and while Fu Qianyuan was still in a daze, he stretched out his hand to shake off his hand holding the door, and closed the door with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, the lock was locked and the enchantment was applied.

And almost at the same time, I heard the phone ding ding dong dong.

It is a WeChat message prompt.

Fu Tong poked it open and took a look. It was indeed from Fu Qianyuan, and there were five or six messages in a row, all in voice.

He didn't listen, but he didn't choose to ignore it as before. Instead, he clicked into the photo album, went to the ex-boyfriend's exclusive folder, and poked a few emoticons in succession.

So a few seconds later, Fu Qianyuan turned on the screen when he heard the WeChat notification tone, and saw at a glance that his ex-boyfriend's hell mode was sending three bursts of emoticons.

[The dog is better than the ex-boyfriend, blow your dog head off].jpg

[Hold this duck, the ex-boyfriend will make a duck tomorrow].jpg

[Ex-boyfriend, low IQ, leaking dick in pants].jpg

The last picture was slightly indecent, and it was withdrawn five seconds after it was posted.

The ex-boyfriend outside the message box: "..."

He lowered his head and smiled helplessly for a long while.