The god is an exorcist

The familiar fragrance of plants and trees penetrated his nostrils, and Yuan Ziyu, who was sleeping, only felt the quilt on his body sink slightly, and then a few strands of cold hair hung down the side of his face, and a frivolous voice rang in his ears: "Dear Xiao Yu Yu~ I'm back, do you miss me?"

Yuan Ziyu, who was woken up, closed her eyes and snorted impatiently, then turned her head away from those annoying strands of hair and continued to sleep.

But the guy who disturbed people's dreams obviously didn't give up, he deliberately picked up a strand of long silver hair by his ear and brushed it around Yuan Ziyu's ear.

Yuan Ziyu angrily raised his foot and kicked to the side, but the kick was in vain, and he barely opened his sleepy eyes, and a big smiling face appeared in the field of vision.

Stretching out his five fingers, he pushed hard on the handsome face that was as perfect as a sculpture, and pushed him away. Then Yuan Ziyu sat up from the bed, gritted his teeth and said, "Hu Zhu, I will warn you one last time, no matter how dare you If you wake me up on purpose, I'll beat your proud face into a panda!"

"Oh~ Little Yuyu is so vicious, I can't wait to see you as soon as I come back~" Hu Zhu curled his silver hair around his ears with his hands, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, his tone was mournful, and he looked bewildered. The poor kind abandoned by the heartless.

Yuan Ziyu's skin was aroused by his tone, and he said angrily, "Can you still talk properly? You, an old fox who has lived for thousands of years, is acting like a baby with me here, is it disgusting?"

Hu Zhu immediately let go of his hair, stood up straight, folded his arms around his chest, lowered his eyes slightly, the silver thin and slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and looked down at him condescendingly: "If you have a new love, don't want me anymore, huh, man! "

Pinching the bridge of his nose as if having a headache, Yuan Ziyu didn't need to think about it to know that Xiao Sao must have told him about it.

"You like him?" Hu Zhu asked resentfully.

"When we were together, it was the fourth time I just met him."

There was no direct answer, but Hu Zhu already understood what he meant, but he still asked in puzzlement, "Then you are still with him?"

"Because he said he likes me," Yuan Ziyu looked straight into his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "I've lived for 26 years, and this is the first time I've heard someone say that they like me so seriously."

Hu Zhu took a step forward, knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, with two slender and powerful arms propped up on both sides of his body, trapping him between himself and the head of the bed, long silver hair pouring down from his shoulders , with a soft tone that seemed to be breathing casually, and also seemed to be ambiguous and deliberately provocative: "If I knew you were so easy to deceive, I should have said these three words to you first, so that you would be mine."

"Stop joking." Yuan Ziyu pressed his body that was getting closer, and said displeasedly: "You and I both know that there is someone in your heart that you haven't let go of for thousands of years."

"Cut~"

Hu Zhu put away his frivolous countenance, and was just about to stand up bored when he heard the door of the room being pushed open with a "bang". Yan Heng stood at the door watching the ambiguous scene between the two, and pointed at Hu Zhu excitedly for a long time Only then did he remember rushing over to tear Hu Zhu off Yuan Ziyu's bed.

Protecting the male god behind him as if facing an enemy, Yan Heng glared at Hu Zhu, as if he would fight Yuan Ziyu desperately as long as he dared to take a step closer to Yuan Ziyu.

Hu Zhu finally understood the reason why Yuan Ziyu chose him, so he raised his hands as a sign of surrender, and pitifully asked Yuan Ziyu for help: "Little Yuyu, if you don't explain it, your man will kill the demon."

Yuan Ziyu patted Yan Heng's back, and found that his body was so tense that his back muscles were a little painful to pat.

"Yan Heng, he is my friend." Yuan Ziyu comforted him.

"Oh." Yan Heng replied before relaxing his body, but his gaze on Hu Zhu was still full of defense.

"Okay, I'm leaving. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid the blood will splatter three feet." Of course, the blood will not be his own, Hu Zhu waved his hand casually, and bid farewell to Yuan Ziyu.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Ziyu rolled over and got off the bed, took out the wooden carving with the succubi from the shrine in the house, and stuffed it into Hu Zhu's hands together with the doll in the reception room: "I'll leave these two to you."

Hu Zhu looked at the wooden carving for a moment, whistled, and smiled slightly: "Now you even pick up the succubi at home. Are you planning to switch to a shelter after quitting the exorcist?"

Yuan Ziyu gave him a sideways look, turned around and stroked Doudou's little head and said, "Don't worry, follow him, he will take you where you should go."

Sending Hu Zhu to the door, Xiao Sao looked at Doudou who was about to cry, and kept telling her to take care of herself, don't forget him, and come back to see him when she has time... It was like the old father who sent his daughter to marry Same, obviously at the beginning they were so repulsive to others.

Before leaving, when Yan Heng didn't follow, Hu Zhu took the opportunity to quickly lean into Yuan Ziyu's ear and said something that made him lose his mind: "Are you sure it's not your face that he likes? After all, he doesn't know anything about you. "

Watching Hu Zhu leave lightly, he didn't come back to himself until he felt the tingling pain caused by deep-set nails in his palm, he gritted his teeth and turned around to close the door with a bang.

Back in the bedroom, Yan Heng was sitting by his desk, looking here and there, as if he was very interested in all the talisman instruments in the room.

"Why did you come here suddenly? Aren't you very busy recently?" Yuan Ziyu sat cross-legged on the bed, took the pillow and hugged it in his arms, leaned his head on it and looked at Yan Heng, like a big lazy cat.

It has been more than half a month since the confession. Yan Heng is very busy because he will hold a solo exhibition in the near future. He is full of apologies.

Yuan Ziyu didn't think it was a big deal. Anyway, he had never been in love before, and he didn't know how the two of them lived together every day. For him, there was not much difference between the current life and the previous life, which was considered an ideal state.

"I'm holding a solo exhibition at the Huashi Art Museum today, and I want to take you there with me." Every time Yan Heng looked at him, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

No wonder Yan Heng is dressed more formally today. A simple silver-gray custom-made suit makes his figure more upright, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, revealing an indescribable attractiveness. Yuan Ziyu thought, if you put him like this Throwing it into the crowd will definitely become the focus of everyone in an instant.

……

The Huashi Art Museum is a very unique building and one of the landmark buildings in Huashi.

The four-story building covers an area of ​​[-] square meters, and the exhibition area covers an area of ​​[-] square meters. The whole looks like a distorted Rubik's cube, full of modernity.

Yan Heng's solo exhibition is in area C on the second floor. Due to the delay in picking up Yuan Ziyu, the exhibition hall was already open when they arrived, and some visitors in front of the painting were chatting in low voices in twos and threes, appreciating and admiring them.

"I'll go and say hello to the curator and the others first, and you can walk around on your own, and I'll come back to accompany you later." After getting Yuan Ziyu's consent, Yan Heng waved his hand and left.

Yuan Ziyu didn't know much about art, and he had never seen a painting exhibition before. He felt fresh and curious, but when he approached the painting closest to him, he immediately wrinkled his face into a bun.

The paintings on the wall looked very bright under the illumination of art lamps, but he really couldn't understand the beauty of this kind of messy color blocks and randomly twisted lines.

Listening to the two people next to him constantly boasting about "colors are full of tension" and "lines of different thicknesses contain perfect balance"...it made him feel more and more confused.

Then he looked at the other paintings, and came to the same conclusion - completely incomprehensible!

Sighing helplessly, he was deeply worried about whether he could communicate with Yan Heng smoothly in the future.

At this moment, the staff pushed a masked painting to the center of the hall, and everyone in the exhibition hall was attracted and surrounded.

Yuan Ziyu didn't like being crowded in the crowd, so he just stood at the end of the row and stretched his neck to wait and see.

Yan Heng's eyes swept over everyone in the exhibition area, and quickly locked on to him through the crowd, entangled with his gaze, and gave him a bright smile.

"Look carefully..." He seemed to hear Yan Heng say this to him silently, and then saw Yan Heng pull the cloth covering the painting vigorously, and the painting about one meter high was immediately exposed to the public, and there was a sudden shock Phew, even Yuan Ziyu was stunned when he saw the painting.

Because the protagonist of that painting is him.

That was the first time Yan Heng saw him. In a beam of dazzling light that split the darkness, he raised one hand in a seal between his brows, with a focused and sacred expression, his whole body was dotted with stars, and there was a faint winged figure behind him. The traces are as holy as if a god descended to the world.

It turned out that in his eyes, he was so... perfect.

When Yan Heng got rid of the people around and found Yuan Ziyu, he found that he was staring at a painting full of irregular colored grids in the corner, like a cat trying to catch a toy mouse, with a confused expression And so focused that he approached him quietly, and didn't notice until he wrapped his arms around that flexible waist.

Yuan Ziyu was taken aback by Yan Heng's sudden touch, but he was obviously relieved when he saw that it was him—although his body was still a little stiff, but in this way, he would subconsciously hide far away when he touched him before. Much better in terms of reaction.

He is trying hard to accept himself, this feeling makes Yan Heng feel satisfied for no reason.

"Is that me in that painting?" The picture was so beautiful that Yuan Ziyu was in a daze.

Yan Heng nodded, leaned into his ear, and whispered softly: "This painting is called "Love". I painted it for you, and fell in love with you."

The warm and humid air was blowing against the ears, making Yuan Ziyu's heart skip a beat unconsciously, and the tips of his ears turned red in the next second.

Yan Heng was very satisfied with the male god's reaction, and just about to have a long meeting with him, Yuan Ziyu's phone rang at an untimely time.

After hanging up, Yuan Ziyu said very sorry that he had to leave because he had work to do.

In my heart, I scolded that unknown client who disturbed others N times. Although there were thousands of people who were unwilling, Yan Heng sent Yuan Ziyu back to the office. Before leaving, he also agreed that he would come to pick him up after the exhibition ended for dinner.

But what Yuan Ziyu didn't expect was that Yan Heng broke his promise this time, and more than broke his promise. In the following days, he seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he never contacted him again.

The author has something to say:

A chapter of easy transition, and the god assists the old fox to appear!

The recent daily update is really not enough, starting from today, Yuyu should try to keep updating every other day.