The god is an exorcist

Hu Zhu didn't know and didn't care if Yan Heng had hammered the door after that. After entering the house, he set up a barrier to isolate all the sounds from the door.

In fact, there was no reason to get angry at Yan Heng like this, and he also knew that it was just taking the opportunity to spread the anxiety, boredom, and annoyance brought about by his chaotic thoughts that were constantly cutting and straightening out on Yan Heng's head.

In the final analysis, the other party is just an ordinary person, what else can you expect from an ancient beast like yourself that a fox with thousands of years of cultivation can't fight against?

Hu Zhu sat down on the sofa, pinched Shan Gen irritably, picked up today's morning newspaper and flipped through it, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a report introducing the fashion show held in Huashi yesterday, and his gaze was on the printed page in the newspaper Moving around in the photo, when seeing a close-up of one of the models, the pupils shrank suddenly, and then froze as if they had taken root.

Although the photos in the newspaper were not very clear, Hu Zhu still recognized that face, which had been imprinted in his mind for more than 3000 years but had not faded, but became increasingly clear.

Hu Zhu forgot to breathe for a while, the arm holding the newspaper shook violently due to excitement, he suddenly got up, dropped the newspaper and shouted: "Little Sao!"

"What's the matter, Master Hu Immortal?" Xiao Sao poked his head out of the kitchen and asked.

"I have something to go out, you take good care of Ziyu."

"Yes, I see!" Xiao Sao obediently nodded and agreed.

Before the final note fell, Hu Zhu's figure could not wait to disappear into the living room.

Huashi Hotel.

Standing in front of room [-] was a tall, fat-skinned, protruding young woman in a white dress. Her expression was both excited and disturbed.

Hu Zhu, who turned into a woman, looks almost the same as his man, except that the facial contours have become softer, and the deep facial features give people the feeling of a mixed-race beauty.

Her white and tender catkins were raised several times, and then hesitatingly put them down again, vacillating between knocking and not knocking.

When I saw the photo, I was so excited that I found it. It was only now that Hu Zhu began to feel a little scared. After more than 3000 years, the reincarnated person must not remember himself. What should I say when we meet at that moment?

Will he be intimidated by himself?

What if he had a bad first impression of himself?

just in case……

Before she could finish listing those scenarios, the door of Room 1.9 opened suddenly. She was nearly [-] meters tall, dressed in casual clothes, and was about to go out with a man who covered most of his face when he appeared in front of her room. The stranger was frightened, he froze for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, condescendingly looking down at this woman who was too beautiful to be real.

The other party was obviously also frightened, she took half a step back, her amber-like eyes were filled with panic, which for no reason made the man feel a sense of self-blame, she couldn't help lowering her voice, and smiled friendlyly at the other party: "You... Did you go to the wrong room?"

Hu Zhu didn't know what his expression was at the moment. Thinking about it afterwards, he must have been extremely stupid, but he didn't know that his face was blank because he needed to express too many emotions.

She foolishly looked at the slightly curved eyes of the man, she should have seen the prosperity of the world long ago after living for thousands of years, her heart was beating so fast at this moment, like a young girl with a new spring heart, her lips moved silently, and finally said A sentence trembling with excitement came out: "I'm here to find you..."

"Looking for me?" The man smiled and took off his mask: "Do we know each other?"

"I know..." Hu Zhu took a step forward. After 3000 years, she finally saw the face that haunted her so much. Her eyes became hot, and the end of her eyes blushed like ink, and her voice choked: "I……"

The man obviously didn't expect her to be so excited. He was afraid that she would cry in the next second, so he hurriedly advised, "Don't cry, don't cry... What's your name?"

"Hu Zhu." Only then did Hu Zhu realize that she had lost her composure. She coughed dryly, quickly adjusted her posture, and asked, "What about you?"

"Didn't you just say you knew me?" The man was confused by him, but he still replied, "Shang Zishou, my name is Shang Zishou."

……

Yan Heng sat slumped outside the door for a long time, until his body started to go numb before slowly standing up while supporting the wall.

He didn't know why Hu Zhu suddenly became so angry. From the attitude of the other party, it could be seen that the male god's current condition was very bad, and the culprit who made him become bad was probably himself.

Yan Heng smiled, but he couldn't tell whether it was a wry smile or a self-deprecating one. He was confident that even if he abused himself, he wouldn't hurt the male god, but Hu Zhu's appearance was clearly not a joke...

Why?He took a deep look at the closed anti-theft door, and finally gave up, turned around, limped, walked slowly downstairs with reluctance and reluctance.

So that night Yan Heng suffered from insomnia as a matter of course, the hour hand of the clock on the wall went round and round, and he also turned round and round on the bed, with a sigh of resentment from time to time.

"Alas..." Just as he sighed 99 times, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly made a "ding dong", reminding him that he had received a new message.

Yan Heng turned around and touched the phone from the cabinet. The word "Male God" on the screen seemed to give him a shot in the arm, causing him to immediately revive from the dying state with full blood, and he sat upright like a carp.

Excitedly opened the message, only a short sentence: "Don't take Hu Zhu's words to heart, I'm fine."

In an instant, an indescribable distress hit his chest.

I really want to see him, I really want to see him!

Completely ignoring the clock showing that it was past two o'clock in the middle of the night, Yan Heng turned over and got out of bed, quickly changed his clothes, and ran like the wind through the silent hospital corridor, not even waiting for the elevator, and rushed downstairs along the safety ladder.

It was close to three o'clock in the morning when he knocked on the door of Ziyu's office again, and Yan Heng stood outside the door extremely anxious.

Fortunately, he didn't make him wait too long this time, Xiao Sao opened the door, looking at Yan Heng with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, he was quite surprised: "Have you been robbed?"

"Zi Yu sent me a message." Yan Heng said eagerly, "I want to see him."

"Sir fell asleep again." Although Xiao Sao's attitude was not as bad as Hu Zhu's, it was still cold, and he was about to close the door.

Yan Heng grabbed the crack of the door and repeated firmly: "I want to see him."

The two sides confronted each other for a while, Xiao Sao finally sighed and let go of his hands, let Yan Heng in, and raised his finger to Yuan Ziyu's bedroom: "It's okay to have a look, but don't try to do anything strange to Mr.

The night light was turned on in the bedroom, and the dim light cast a rough edge on everything in the room.

Yan Heng tiptoed close to Yuan Ziyu who was lying flat on the bed.

It's only been a few days since I saw him, but the male god's face has become thinner, and his cheekbones have protruded a lot, making the originally soft facial lines sharper.

He frowned slightly, obviously he didn't sleep well, his white to transparent skin was like a piece of fragile glass under the warm light, Yan Heng wanted to touch him, but he didn't dare to do it, for fear of touching him a little It broke.

My heart hurts, it hurts so much, Yan Heng felt that even poking a few holes in his chest would be nothing more than that.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Yan Heng bent down and gently pressed a kiss on the other's bloodless lips.

This was the first time Yan Heng kissed him, it was a softer touch than he expected, but it was very cold, like kissing the surface of a frozen lake.

Yan Heng straightened up, licked his lips with unsatisfactory intent, looked at the face that had been copied countless times in his mind, but couldn't get enough of it, and would like it more every time he recalled it, and sat quietly. until dawn.

The morning light cast from the window, accompanied by a few crisp birdsong, Yuan Ziyu's crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and in the next second he felt his hand being wrapped in another warm palm, following his reaction Slightly tightened.

Who is guarding yourself by the bed?Is it Hu Zhu or Xiao Sao?

Yuan Ziyu opened his eyes a little, only to see blurred double shadows swaying, and finally overlapped together, with joy in his eyes.

"...Yan Heng?" Yuan Ziyu's voice was a little hoarse after waking up, but unexpectedly sexy: "Why are you here?"

His eyes fell on the two bluish black circles under Yan Heng's eyes, and he asked again: "...Did you come last night?"

Yan Heng nodded with a smile, leaned over and hugged him tightly, like holding a lost and recovered treasure, his broad shoulders were trembling slightly.

Yuan Ziyu's body froze for a moment, and immediately hugged him back. At this moment, he only felt that this embrace was extremely warm.

For the past three days, he has been in a very bad state. He has been falling asleep in a drowsy state, and only regained consciousness twice. When he woke up in the middle of the night last night, he heard from Xiao Sao that Hu Zhu was furious because Yan Heng had forgotten what happened before. thing.

In fact, in his opinion, it was a good thing that Yan Heng didn't remember. He didn't want Yan Heng's feelings for him to be as guilty or grateful as Hu Zhu was for him, so he sent him that message.

Afterwards, she fell into a coma again, unexpectedly, Yan Heng would rush over to spend the night with her.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Heng's voice was very soft in his ear, but he couldn't hide the worry and anxiety inside: "Is it because of me that you became like this?"

Yuan Ziyu patted him comfortingly: "It's just an old problem."

Just when Yan Heng was about to say something, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and then Xiao Sao's angry voice came from outside the door: "Yan, what are you doing! You really want to do something strange to my husband Come on! Let me go!"

As he said that, he rushed over and forcibly pulled Yan Heng away from Yuan Ziyu's body, and stretched out his arms like a hen protecting a cub to separate the two.

Yan Heng looked at the angry Xiao Sao with a constipated face, feeling dizzy for a while.

But Yuan Ziyu, who was propped up and half-sitting on the bed, burst out laughing.

In the morning light, his skin became more and more clear under the soft black hair, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved and his mouth was raised. If he was still a fragile glass last night, then he must be a dewy green lotus at this time, beautiful and quiet.

Yan Heng stared at him blankly, forgetting to even get angry.

Yuan Ziyu patted Xiaosao: "Go and make something to eat, I'm a little hungry."

"Oh." Although he was a bit reluctant, Xiao Sao still walked towards the door quickly. When he passed by Yan Heng, he waved his fist at Yan Heng, with the words "Don't dare to touch my husband again" written all over his face. I'll beat you" threat.

And Yan Heng took the opportunity to rush to the bedside and put his arms around Yuan Ziyu's "biaji" and gave him a big kiss. After seeing Xiao Sao's resentful eyes and the male god's red ears, he was in a good mood.