The Cultivation of Male God [Pure Yang]

Although Mu Qingyun's body can prolong his lifespan like other monks, but his body does not have spiritual energy to nourish and regulate breath, so he will be hungry. If he does not take Bigu Dan, he needs to be like ordinary people eat.

And the purpose of his hunger strike was just to protest against women's clothing, mostly because he wanted to eat meat.

He hasn't touched meat for half a year, a full half a year,

Even if this table of green vegetables comes from his handiwork, it's still completely unappetizing.

He looked at the dead child's protruding tender white neck, swallowed with difficulty, and his eyes were green.

I really want to grab it and gnaw it, it tastes good...

Li Junxiao met the other party's wolf-like gaze calmly, "Brother looks at me like this, and I can't fill my stomach, so let's eat quickly, it won't taste good when the dishes are cold."

Mu Qingyun didn't move, still biting her chopsticks and looking at him grimly.

Nima, this table is lush green, I am not cotton, no, cotton also eats meat!

No matter, hunger strike, must hunger strike!

Don't give me meat anymore, I will sue you for abuse!

Li Junxiao helplessly put down his chopsticks, held his elder brother's hand, and cast his gentle and doting eyes on the other's face: "If elder brother wants to see me, I will lie on the bed and let elder brother watch as long as he wants to." .”

Mu Qingyun is slightly embarrassing, is it really okay to say such thought-provoking words in such an ambiguous tone? Didn't you see that the couple sitting across from each other almost dropped their eyes into the bowl?Why does he have a weird feeling that the dead child is getting more and more difficult?

"I'm stuffed."

Li Junxiao: "My brother obviously hasn't eaten yet."

Mu Qingyun: "I'm not hungry."

Li Junxiao still had a smile on his face, but his attitude became tough: "Brother has a different physique from us, and he has to eat even if he is not hungry."

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but flipped the table.

Damn, he still remembered that he had a different physique, but he thought he had forgotten it.

He has a different physique and needs to eat, but these three don't need it. Why do they all pop up in such a timely manner every time he cooks a meal!

don't eat!leave!

He turned his head and went back to the room, he was completely covered and fell asleep!

Li Junxiao watched his brother leave, sighed softly, and went out after whispering a few words with Fanyin. If they were in a room, only the husband and wife would be left looking at each other.

Shaohua: "What did he say?"

Fanyin had a weird face: "He said he went out to find meat for his brother..."

Shaohua: "..."

The dead child didn't come back that night, and more than half of the beds were vacated, so Mu Qingyun, who was used to sleeping next to her, suffered from insomnia gorgeously. , He finally couldn't bear it and rolled from the bed to the ground.

It was obviously a pretty luxurious big bed, but lying on it today was not much different from lying on a hard wooden board, and there was nothing comfortable about it.

Why is the dead child still not coming back?

Have you finally got the hang of it and hooked up with girls?

But Fanyin is probably the only girl in this place...

Mu Qingyun fantasized about the scene of a dead child molesting someone's wife, couldn't help shivering, shook her head vigorously to brush off those strange things, and then forced and stared at Mian Mian .

Cotton didn't know what his master was struggling with. He just lay obediently on his lap, stared at his master with round eyes for a while, and then lay down to sleep.

Anyway, it's just a young mink who doesn't understand anything, just know how to eat and play, as for other things, let these so-called adults worry about it...

It wasn't until dawn that Mu Qingyun stretched his muscles that were slightly stiff from sitting all night, put the cotton on the bed, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast habitually, and when he was putting the food on the table, he found the dead child I have already sat at the dining table and waited, and there is still a bowl of charred black unknown object on the table. Judging from the smell, it may be a bowl of "braised pork".

Shaohua and Fanyin who came to have breakfast stared at the bowl with strange expressions for a while, then Qiqi said that he was not hungry, and retreated.

Mu Qingyun glanced at the burnt bowl of suspected "braised pork", then glanced at Li Junxiao who was smiling calmly at him, and swallowed silently. Looking at the appearance, he already knew the bowl Who owns what's in it.

Facts have proved that no one is perfect, and the person who can truly be perfect is not a person, but a god.

Don't look at the dead boy's sky-defying appearance, explosive force value and various talents, in fact, there is one talent that he can't do, and that is cooking.

This point, Mu Qingyun had already experienced it thoroughly n years ago when Ziyougu was a servant.

The relationship between the dead child and the kitchen can be explained in two words, that is "natural enemy".

As long as he is allowed to step into the kitchen, it might be okay to wash and chop vegetables. For other things, as long as he gets involved, he is guaranteed to end up being wiped out. People who want to commit suicide by taking poison must not dare to try it lightly.

It was too late for Mu Qingyun to quit, so she could only sit timidly on the chair, trying her best to think carefully about what offended the dead child these days.

"Brother, come and taste it." Li Junxiao smiled and picked up a piece of "meat" and put it in his brother's bowl.

Mu Qingyun shivered for a moment, a huge bead of sweat dripped from her forehead, she stood up abruptly, stood upright, raised her head, and shouted loudly: "I promise to eat on time and get up on time, work hard, practice hard, and make sure I won't be lazy or selfish." Zang no longer secretly throwing clothes away, let alone refilling your medicine bowl indiscriminately! Really, I promise..." So let me go, please.

Li Junxiao: "Does brother still want to go on a hunger strike?"

Mu Qingyun shook her head quickly.

Li Junxiao smiled with satisfaction, poured out the bowl of "braised pork", then took out a piece of cut raw pork from the storage bag, and handed it over.

Mu Qingyun was stunned, and suddenly thought of a very serious question: "Where did you get this meat?"

There is definitely no place near Shaohua and Fanyin's caves, and there is an enchantment around it, surrounded by thick fog. Once someone enters by mistake, it will most likely be difficult to get out. There is no place to get pork.

Li Junxiao: "I told Fanyin about your desire to eat meat, and she gave me a way out."

Mu Qingyun: "So you didn't come back all night yesterday because you went out to hunt wild boars for me?"

Li Junxiao nodded: "Fanyin and the others really love you."

Mu Qingyun: "So what."

Li Junxiao looked at him, his eyes darkened, and his voice became softer, like a feather falling in the wind: "So... we will stay here for the rest of our lives, okay?"

If someone else were here at this time, this kind of similar confession would definitely be understood by others. Unfortunately, standing in front of him, Li Junxiao, was an nerd with a low understanding of emotions to a certain degree.

"Not good." Mu Qingyun was greatly surprised by the dead child's desire to retreat, and then resolutely refused.

If the dead child really wants to go into seclusion, he is really doomed to stay in this world for the rest of his life.

This is absolutely impossible!

Li Junxiao's heart kept sinking, and the killing intent and restlessness that had been suppressed surged up again, dyeing his eyes a faint blood red. The urge to be completely bound.

Mu Qingyun, who didn't know that he was on the verge of life and death, persuaded earnestly: "A Xiao, how old are you, you haven't married a wife and had children, you haven't become a male god yet! You haven't done so many things, you How can you have the heart to retreat? Your life has just begun, listen to what my brother said, we will leave when you recover from your injury. As for those two, what they love is their little brother Shao Zhi, not me, Mu Qingyun... ..."

So after working on it for a long time, people didn't understand it at all!

Li Junxiao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes to conceal the strangeness in his eyes, and forced those emotions that did not belong to him into the bottom of his heart again, imprisoning them.

Fortunately, it's not that my brother wants to leave me.

Fortunately, it's not that my brother doesn't want to be with me.

He just didn't understand his own will and determination.

As long as you don't refuse, there is always room for maneuver...

At night, Mu Qingyun felt the warmth from the person next to her, and sighed comfortably, finally able to sleep well.

Li Junxiao was lying on his side at first, but when he saw this, he smiled and moved inward, pressing half of his body on the opponent, with one arm around the opponent's waist.

Although the two slept in the same bed for more than half a year, they really slept separately, and it was the first time that they were so close.

Mu Qingyun clearly felt the dead child's breath hit her side face, itching, she pushed it casually, but didn't push it, "Get up, sink."

Li Junxiao simply lay down with his head close to his brother's neck, "Brother, I'm not fully recovered, and it took too much effort to hunt down that wild boar, so I'm tired." After speaking, he closed his eyes immediately.

When he said this, Mu Qingyun was really embarrassed to push him away, anyway, the two big men are close to each other, so they sleep closer together.

He scratched his head and was about to fall asleep.

After a long time, Li Junxiao opened his eyes until he felt that the other party's breath had calmed down, raised the corner of his lips and kissed the other party's cheek lightly, and fell asleep again...

In the days that followed, Mu Qingyun deeply realized the consequences of indulgence, no matter whether he and the dead child slept on the two sides of the bed or in a natural posture, when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was guaranteed to lie in the dead child's arms.

As time passed, he got used to it again... Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Fengwu Plain was about to open.