The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

Gan!

Crazy, crazy, Xia Mixun is crazy, Shang Lai is also crazy.

One crazy and two crazy, good things come in pairs!

Although Shang Lai's selfie is really good-looking... No!That's not the point!

In the photo, why is there a bunch of strange things on Shang Lai's chest?

Just a handful, it should be that the screenshot is not clean, you have to zoom in to see it clearly.Thin, soft, with a silvery luster.

Is this a new brooch?

So curious.

"Case solved!"

In the growing group of "theme education after-school seminars", a member nicknamed "Three Years Huo Liang Mo Duo Mo Duo" proudly threw out a comparison chart, which combines RGB, color scale, light and shade and many other factors. Multi-level and multi-faceted analysis from a scientific point of view finally draws an irrefutable great conclusion:

That strand of white hair belonged to Xia Mixun!

"It's really awesome (kneeling)

"Our group is full of talents!"

"Wei fans also ridiculed that we eat sugar based on brain supplements. It feels so pitiful. In fact, cpf is the most scientific basis!"

"My lords, I can double up again! With this strand of hair alone, I can draw 13000 pictures in various poses!"

Soon, the results of the case spread like wildfire.

In the past few days, the people who eat melons have taken root in the melon fields, and they are about to eat melons and vomit. Unexpectedly, another big melon will fall from the sky

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Weifan's mouth is really open. Both families said that the other party is obsessed with sex, but I didn't expect that steaming and cooking would be posted first!"

Happy Bay Community.

"The deity is writing the weekly diary, can you stop sticking to the deity?"

Originally, Xia Mixun was lying in front of the small table, writing the composition seriously, but Shang Lai didn't let him study human culture knowledge at all, and kept influencing him there, it was really annoying!

"You write yours, I see you write."

Shang Lai evoked a faint smile, hugged the person locked in his arms even tighter, bowed his head like a pig eating petals, and lightly kissed the thin and white shoulders and elbows.

The little paw holding the black fountain pen couldn't help but shake, and could only write more vigorously, one stroke at a time, otherwise it might loosen at any time.It's just that, to write a good composition, one must have clear thinking. Xia Mixun's mind is so messed up that he can't write a single word.

"Can you sit over there? This deity can't even move." After searching for a long time, it was still Kawen. No matter what Xia Mixun thought, it was Shang Lai's fault!

The one-bedroom rental house was already cramped, and he took advantage of his long hands and feet to grow up tall, so he covered himself tightly and airtightly, calling it homework tutoring, but in fact it made him unable to concentrate The culprit of learning.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and I am very happy, because the moon is like a big silver plate, very beautiful, and there are delicious mooncakes. I like snow mooncakes the most, because I like ice cream. I hate five-person mooncakes the most..."

"Don't read it!" Xia Mixun hurriedly covered the composition book, turned around and glared at Shang Lai angrily.

"It's well written." The man said seriously, and took advantage of the gap to kiss his cheek.

"Really?" Xia Mixun stared at him suspiciously.

Shang Lai nodded with certainty.

Xia Mixun is different from gods like him. Gods have been closely managing various affairs in the world, and it is only natural that they are familiar with human language and culture.But Xia Mixun has only entered modern human society not long ago, and it is already remarkable to have the current learning results.Moreover, the words in each composition grid are written in a correct manner, and the words are left and right.

He is a good boy who works hard and earnestly.

cute.

"There is just a typo." Shang Lai raised his hand, and slowly hooked Xia Mixun's thin white knuckles holding the pen holder, "Give me the pen."

So the little paws let go obediently, blooming like a cat's paw.

"It's 'benevolence', not 'human being'." Shang Lai wrote down a beautiful character "benevolence" on the paper. The pen is sharp and clear, and the other characters look clumsy and childish in comparison.

"Five-person moon cakes, is the abuser planning to eat people?" He turned his face to one side, smiled slightly and looked into those starry blue eyes.

"No..." Xia Mixun muttered, picking up his pen to ponder his weekly composition again.

After half an hour.

Xia Mixun collapsed and lay down on the table, unable to hold back a word!

Every time I pick up the pen, I see the word written by Shang Lai, and when I see that word, I realize that I am being hugged by him.Even the surrounding air was warm and fragrant, it was Shang Lai's unique good smell, which made him unable to concentrate at all.

"Think about me if you're not inspired." Shang Lai used a thin hair clip to help him cut the broken hair on his forehead to one side, so as not to block his eyes.

At some point, there were candies, chocolates, fine hairpins, combs, and the like in his pockets.

Now that you have decided to raise piglets, you must make the cutest piggy in the world the happiest piggy in the world.

Lord God thinks so.

"Stop writing!" Xia Mixun closed the composition book with a snap, and took out the steel script, "I practice today's handwriting first, and I see that your handwriting is very good, can you teach me? "

In the eyes of the outside world, the man who is so lofty as if he doesn't care about everything is now a good teacher.

He gently took the silver-haired vampire's hand in his arms, and wrapped it carefully in his palm.The cool skin has no temperature, but it is quickly warmed by him, and a thin layer of pink emerges.

While driving the gestures of that hand to wander, he whispered softly beside the pointed ear, explaining the essentials that need to be paid attention to when writing.But the little claws in the palm are always disobedient, the strokes are crooked, trembling with effort, and the written words look like little ants running around.

Shang Lai increased his strength a little, but the movement of Xia Mixun's writing seemed to be more tense, and even his wrists were resisting.

"Stop practicing! There is no way to learn this exercise!" Xia Mixun suddenly threw the pen away, pushed the small table away, and was about to stand up suddenly, but was pinched by dark and strong fingers, unable to explain. Press the button and miss.

"Obviously you asked me to teach you, so why don't you keep your words?" Shang Lai lowered his head and said to himself, "You little liar."

Xia Mi Xun's body was covered with a page, and his ears were so red that they were bleeding.I am so useless, I have lived my whole age like a dog, and I foolishly hope to use my studies to make everything normal.

"This deity is not a little liar..." He retorted softly.

"Then what should I call you?" Shang Lai's bright and handsome face, as outlined with fine brushwork, became more and more affectionate at the moment of staring down at this moment.

"Honey? Baby?" He moved closer, the magnetism in his deep voice was like hot sand, "Or...wife?"

The first two words have been a huge shock to vampires who have been emotionless for thousands of years, let alone the third.Xia Mixun was stunned for a while, opened his mouth in vain but couldn't speak, his fingertips turned pink with embarrassment.

Shang Lai took the opportunity to make an assertion, "Call me your wife from now on, okay?"

Xia Mixun quickly shook his head.The instinctive premonition of danger was warning him, and behind the words this time, there was a meaning of rice that he didn't know yet.

"However, Lang Ying calls you boss, and Su Yuli calls you father-in-law. I should also have an exclusive title."

Shang Lai's words always made sense, Xia Mixun looked at him in a daze, and was about to say something when suddenly he was embraced tightly by the surrounding arms.

Beside his ear was the heavy and powerful heartbeat in his chest.

One sound at a time, as if passed from the world above the sky.

"My wife I love you."

The god confessed solemnly to the vampire, confessed frankly, patiently reassured him with his sharp mouth, and let the trembling silver eyelashes stretch out softly.

"I only look at you, I only love you, only you. So, are you like me? Are you also like me? With you by my side, can you never see anything else?"

Xia Mixun curled up into a small ball in the light and messy mouth to mouth, surrounded him like a substance, this kind of Shang Lai frightened him a little, but it was more of an irresistible attraction.The Shenyue syllables circling and spreading in his ears permeated and rose, and the subtle sense of fullness filled his tossing heart, as if half of the lost soul had finally returned to this body again.

"It's what you think." He heard his own barely audible voice, followed by King Yan's heartbeat.

very noisy.

"Do you want to move to Ruishan Yuting to live with me?" Shang Lai patted him on the back lightly, "I will take good care of you." After a pause, "I can also tutor you in your studies."

Xia Mixun pointed to the crooked small table, as well as the scattered pens and notebooks, so that it would be a ghost to improve his academic performance.

"It can't be helped, who makes my wife so cute." Shang Lai leaned closer again, keeping his mouth out of his eyes.

Xia Mixun blushed to block him, but he couldn't stop and had to close his eyes and said: "I still want to live here..."

"Why?" Shang Lai stopped, "Don't you want to be with me all the time?"

"It's not like this." Xia Mixun took a breath and said seriously, "I like this place now. The people here are very nice and kind. When I first came to the world, they were the most helpless and at a loss. Form a volunteer group to help the deity work hard to recover, and encourage the deity to face life positively and positively."

"Shang Lai, do you know? When I left the White Cocoon Forest and went to the Millennium City to participate in the blood prison test, I thought it was where I really belonged, and I thought that as long as I became a true ancestor, I could truly integrate into my fellow clan. Be one of them."

"But it turns out that the deity is wrong. They never really accepted the deity. From the beginning to the end, they only regarded the deity as a monster of unknown origin. The seventh true ancestor, the deity's student, and the deity once regarded him as a close friend. But in the end, he actually took the lead to betray the deity. The deity asked himself that he had never done anything that harmed the interests of the blood clan, but he ended up like this."

"However, it's different here. This is the deity's home in the world." Xia Mixun smiled with a few fragments of light from the corners of his eyes. "I want to stay here, and I want to do what I can for the people here."

Whether it’s cleaning the streets, participating in community activities, or visiting the elderly who are lonely and widowed, although they are all trivial things, when he thinks that he can use his own strength to repay the kindness of the people here, he feels very happy in his heart. A sense of accomplishment, and even life is more exciting.

Shang Lai looked at him very seriously, listened to him very seriously, and finally hugged him firmly, "It's amazing." The big hand softened the soft and fluffy silver-haired head, and gently praised his beloved child, " You are really amazing."

Xia Mixun smiled embarrassingly, thinking that it wouldn't be the case, this could be praised like this?

Shang Lai saw his thoughts, and said word by word: "Although there is a world of difference between the past and the present, you have never changed your way of life. I think such Xia Mixun is very remarkable."

Very dazzling.

"As for those who betrayed you in the millennium city, just get rid of them all." Shang Lai smiled slightly, and there were gentle ripples at the end of his eyes, but they were cut off by the sharpness looming in the dark pupils, forming a sense of split contradiction .

The Millennium City is not worthy of having the No.13 True Ancestor Huo Yugong.The remaining twelve True Ancestors were not worthy to stay in the place he once fought for.

According to the usual practice, before holding theatrical performances, the residents committee of Xingfu Bay Community will gather performers and main staff to hold a mobilization meeting.Xia Mixun participated every time, but today he received a complete cold reception, and he really wanted to hold back tears of bitterness.

Why is everyone watching Shang Lai?

Obviously he is the literary star of Xingfu Bay community!

When Shang Lai took off his hat and sunglasses and appeared on the road of the community, all the women in the community flocked out. They were not just watching the fun, they had official support items in their hands!Seeing that Xia Mixun was terrified, with white sweat dripping from his back——

Good guy, it's really hidden, all of them are halos!He has been living in a place full of opponent fans!

What made Xia Mixun's teeth sore the most was that the neighbors and aunts who were usually very kind to him completely ignored him now!They equipped with a three-piece set of silk scarves, sunglasses, and lady hats, and a group of six held hands to form a hexagram formation, and strongly asked Shang Lai to take a photo with them.

"Shang Lai, we will always love you! We cheer for you, light up lights for you, and call for you day and night!"

Lang Ying Zhengchou, who was with Xia Mixun, comforted him. Fortunately, he saw Grandma Li walking towards this side with a basket of flowers and fruit, so he hurriedly said, "Grandma Li must be from our side."

Xia Mixun held his respect slightly, and was about to reach out his hands to pick up something, "Thank you..."

Grandma Li: "Where is Shang Lai? Xiao Xia, take me to see Shang Lai!"

Xia Mixun: "..."

After finally entering the meeting room of the neighborhood committee office, Xia Mixun secretly heaved a sigh of relief.God damn it, if he was allowed to experience being unpopular again, he would really regret inviting Shang Lai, it would hurt his self-esteem too much.

"boom!"

As soon as I entered the door, there were firework tubes on both sides, ribbons and confetti flying down, and bright banners with yellow letters on a red background were pulled open with a "wow":

"The people of the full moon gather together to reunite and have a beautiful home. Let's share a warm welcome to Shang Lai and others to participate in this Golden Autumn Art Performance"

Xia Mixun: "Wait."

Shang Lai stretched out his hand quietly, and squeezed his little paw to express comfort.

He was immediately thrown off by the angry Xia Mixun.

After being seated, Director Yan, director of the neighborhood committee, briefly deployed the basic policy for this year's Golden Autumn Art Show.She emphasized that in order to improve the residents' sense of ownership, strengthen the sense of honor of the residents, and create a warm community atmosphere, everyone must think about one thing, work hard, and carry out the activities with sincerity to the masses. .

After finishing his speech meticulously, Director Yan took a sip of his tea and turned to Xia Mixun with a serious expression, obviously he had something extremely important to tell this star of literature and art.

Xia Mixun solemnly listened to him.

"Shang Lai's voice is really nice, and he is more handsome than what I saw on TV."

Xia Mixun: "..."

"Xiao Xia, I can't get rid of my face here, can you please help me get an autograph? My mother, my mother-in-law, my second aunt, and my aunt are all fans of him."

Xia Mixun's head hit the table heavily.

"Compared to previous years, we have a new task this year." Director Yan's tone became serious, "Wang Limin, Uncle Wang, who sells pancakes, his granddaughter was born with dilated cardiomyopathy in children. There is no specific treatment for this disease , can only be treated by the cause. For example, when there are complications of arrhythmia, anti-arrhythmic treatment is performed, and sometimes surgical treatment is required.”

"Uncle Wang's family's conditions are average. Although we have organized donations over the years, the disease is a bottomless pit. Last month, the doctor informed them that the child's condition deteriorated rapidly and he needed a heart transplant. We are still waiting for the doctor's specific evaluation. decide on a treatment plan."

"The cost of a heart transplant generally costs 40 yuan or more, and postoperative anti-immune rejection treatment is also a considerable long-term expense. We would like to use this event to raise donations from all walks of life to help that child. The donation is more, and it can be donated to related charities to help more people.”

After a break, Shang Lai found that the abusive Lord, who was full of energy just now, suddenly became depressed and turned into a small white-haired mushroom beaten by frost.

"The deity wants to go to the hospital to see that human child." He said, "The deity's magic power has recovered a lot, maybe he can be saved directly."

Pushing open the door of the hospital, Xia Mixun slowly walked down the steps.He never dreamed that his magic could not even save human diseases.

Xia Mixun lowered his head and looked at his hands, "Is it because the world believes in science, and the magic of this deity is corroded by the strong anti-magic poison, so it has no effect?"

"No." Shang Lai looked back at him, "Magic is never omnipotent."

Xia Mixun was silent for a while, "Actually, I have other methods to keep the child 'survival'."

"But he will not be able to survive as a human being." Shang Lai said solemnly. "Human suffering can only be healed by human means. And science is the strongest means created by human beings to fight against the common sense of cause and effect."

Xia Mixun didn't speak, but felt heavy and uncomfortable, full of powerlessness.The painful appearance of the girl with purple lips and edema all over her body was swaying in front of her eyes.Although she was young, she already knew the cruel reality. She cried and said that she didn't want to be treated any more, and the treatment couldn't cure her, and she wasted the hard-earned money of her parents and grandpa.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, a cage that binds human beings, a curse that can never be shaken off.So what if science helped?It's just "confrontation", and it's impossible to really break the common sense of cause and effect.

Xia Mixun raised his head and looked at the back of Shang Lai walking in front of him. The sunlight engulfed his tall figure into a thick black, and precipitated a clear outline.

Shang Lai is also human.Even with that little bit of mana, he couldn't escape life, old age, sickness and death.One day, Shang Lai will also disappear, like a big flicker, leaving him forever.

At that time, what should I do?

What is even more terrifying is forgetting.As time goes by, I will forget Shang Lai one day, just like now, Da Huyou's face and voice have faded and blurred, and I can no longer remember it clearly.What if one day I can't even remember the existence of Shang Lai?

Xia Mixun's sad expression finally couldn't hold back after Shang Lai turned his head.Seeing the teardrops falling from his eyes, Shang Lai was a little dazed.

"what happened to you?"

Xia Mixun raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, and said in a rough voice, "I'm hungry!"

"Go, I'll take you to eat." Shang Lai held out his hand to him, and he put it in his palm.It was still the same warm heat, but at this moment Xia Mixun only felt that it was like a candle in the wind, illusory and fleeting.

Just hold it tighter, tighter, tighter.Now that you have had, felt, and owned it once, you can no longer tolerate the taste of loss.

Xia Mixun exhaled lightly, he was determined to leave as much as possible in the limited time.

For example, Shang Lai mentioned to himself before, the favorite thing to do with the favorite person.

The author has something to say: In fact, if Xia Mixun had the opportunity to go to school, his grades would definitely be very good, but the child did not have this condition since he was a child...

Five-nut mooncakes, blue and red silk, the kind of cherries on the cake that will fade, and winter melon puree are all devils