After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

An ordinary sentence to stay, but because of the pleading and hoarseness in the voice, it was tainted with every trace of charm.

Lin Chushu couldn't move as if the soles of his feet had taken root, but he endured it all the time and didn't look back.

"You really don't plan to talk to me anymore?" Zhou Changming's fingers stroked his wrist bones along the sleeves, caressing his slender knuckles leisurely,

"But I made a special trip to cook the hot pot, and I have been waiting here for several hours, just to let Xiaoshu have a taste."

The long-lost title of "Xiaoshu" made Lin Chushu's breath stagnate.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhou Changming's face without blinking.

There was a smile on that beautiful face, the stars and moonlight fell into the bright peach blossom eyes, and the sparkling waves were like fine wine, full of fragrance and intoxicating.

His originally clear consciousness blurred for an instant.

Before he could react, he had interlocked his fingers with that person and was being led to walk forward slowly.

Zhou Changming, who had his back turned to him, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know if Lin Chushu was still angry, and he didn't know if he would talk to him.

After thinking about it, I still used Mirage's new skill "Confusion".

This skill can temporarily paralyze the victim's other emotions and enhance the influence of his words.

Those with weak mental power can even be directly manipulated and become puppets he ordered.

But in the face of a boss of Lin Chushu's level, his tricks can only be said to be better than nothing.

The key to breaking through the predicament is to find ways to let the other party get rid of the depression in their hearts.

The palms were held tightly, and the skin of the fingers curled up between the fingers was smooth and soft as if boneless.

Lin Chushu's heartstrings were twitched slightly, and she couldn't help holding it back quietly, but she didn't dare to use too much force to be noticed by that person.

In the past few days, the inner demons broke out frequently, and he had no choice but to avoid Zhou Changming temporarily.

Otherwise, even he didn't know what he would do to that person.

Feeling the strength of his hesitation, Zhou Changming felt a pain in his chest, and then he clenched that hand even more tightly.

Always invincible, why be so cautious?

The two came to the courtyard hand in hand.

Qiu Shengmi, Jiang Yuzhuo, and Che Jingshu had already sat down and waited. Seeing that the two of them looked close, they immediately smiled knowingly:

"Master, Chang Ming, come and sit down, the pot of mandarin ducks is already boiling!"

In front of them is a white and red pot bottom, and a series of fresh ingredients such as tender beef, shrimp slippery, lamb chop rolls, and fresh tribute vegetables are displayed beside the copper pot.

Lin Chushu pursed his lips and sat on the floor.

Probably no one in this world knows except Zhou Changming. Although he looks indifferent and alienated, he is a person who is not hot and unhappy in his bones.

When Yang Qiao discovered this, he went to the small town at the foot of the mountain to buy the base material.

He went up the mountain to hunt some fresh prey, and cooked them with wild vegetables in the mountains for him to eat.

Yang Qiao told him that this dish is called troop pot.

In the past, when marching and fighting, the conditions were difficult, and all kinds of wild vegetables and meat could only be cooked together.

Unexpectedly, the taste is excellent, and later it evolved into a well-known dish.

The hot pot in front of me is different from the army pot back then.

But without exception, they are all things that do not exist in this world.

So... where did Zhou Changming come from?

What else is he hiding from himself?

It is really inconvenient to eat hot pot with long hair, so Zhou Changming casually found a hair tie and tied it into a ponytail at the back of his head.

Then he rolled up his cuffs and served Lin Chushu warmly.

His face was powdered by the steaming water, and it became more and more beautiful and moist.

Rao was an outsider like Qiu Shengmiao, and couldn't help but feel a sense of envy in his heart.

How nice, he thought silently.

In fact, he didn't understand what was going on between Zhou Changming and Lin Chushu.

But for the past hundred years, he has seen the pain and struggle of his master.

Whether it's the inner demons that frequently flare up in the middle of the month, or the spiritual power going awry caused by excessive killing intent, he endures it alone, never willing to show weakness to others.

Walking alone with only a shadow, the heights are too cold.

If Master is willing to open his heart to accept the warmth and care from the outside world, no matter who the other party is, he will be happy to hear it.

Once his wish was fulfilled, he was both joyful and touched, and couldn't help but picked up the fruit wine beside him, raised his head and drank it vigorously.

Jiang Yuzhuo beside him could see black lines all over his face.

...I'm afraid that I will have to clean up the mess for this drunk man later.

He looked towards the opposite side through the boiling water vapor, and saw Zhou Changming holding a piece of tender beef between his lips and blowing it over and over again, making sure that his mouth was not burning, before sending it to Lin Chushu's lips.

"Try it, is the bottom of the pot not full of flavor?"

He fed Lin Chushu like this so many times in the past, so he didn't notice anything wrong, and his movements were purely natural, without any flattery.

Lin Chushu's eyes flashed with emotion.

Without hesitating for too long, he opened his mouth and bit the hot piece of beef.

The spicy soup burst between the lips and teeth, and the silky meat melted in the mouth, bringing a wonderful feeling to the taste buds, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

——Just like the warmth of the person in front of him.

He found that he couldn't read Zhou Changming at all.

In the past, he was able to refuse his intimacy indifferently, but now he is so cherished and careful with himself.

The reason for his change is unknown to Lin Chushu.

But he can vaguely foresee that it is definitely not something that he would like to happen.

After all, when Zhou Changming was one of those three people, he treated him likewise without reservation.

The final outcome is life and death.

"...Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?"

He simply no longer concealed his inner thoughts.

Zhou Changming paused while holding the chopsticks.

"To be happy in life, you must have fun" and "The next catastrophe is not far away anyway, so it doesn't matter if it makes you feel comfortable and happy." Such heartless real reasons are too hurtful, and he must not be able to speak out.

"Before, I was sloppy and failed to see my true feelings for you."

He said sternly: "Xiaoshu, the world is fleeting and impermanent, only you and my friendship are true, if there is anything in this world that I really can't let go of, it is only you."

In the illusory game world, Lin Chushu is indeed the only person with flesh and blood he feels, and it is also the reason why he is reluctant to leave for the time being.

"You have been looking for me for a hundred years, and you must have suffered a lot."

He raised his hand and caressed Lin Chushu's side face:

"Now that I'm back, I must take advantage of the time we are together to make up for what I owe you."

He didn't continue to say any more provocative words.

What that person wanted was a lifetime of companionship, but he could only give the short-lived joy in front of him, and if he spoke insincerely, he would lose it if he spoke too much, he always kept this point in his heart.

"I don't need your compensation."

Lin Chushu's eyes were misty: "Those hundred years are my own choice, and have nothing to do with you. If you are out of debt, you don't have to treat me like this."

His sharp eyes almost completely illuminated Zhou Changming.

The latter opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, Che Jingshu broke the silence with one sentence:

"Lin Xianzun, everyone, my master is still waiting for me to go back in Xuanji Division. Thank you for your hospitality tonight, so I will go ahead."

"There are still a lot of dishes here, you can cook more and bring them to Yin Sishou."

Zhou Changming stood up as if he had received an amnesty, and served Che Jingshu a plate.

Lin Chushu didn't say anything more, and lowered his head to eat the food in the bowl.

The atmosphere flowing between the two was unusual, Che Jingshu looked on coldly and couldn't help sighing softly.

If the person you care about is destined to be hard to stay, and the obsession cannot be given up, then is there any way to achieve the best of both worlds?

……

After Zhou Changming and Jiang Yuzhuo sent Che Jingshu away, the layout of the banquet had changed to sitting and lying down.

Qiu Shengmiao might have completely forgotten that he was still under the watchful eyes of his master, without any drunken demeanor.

Just as Jiang Yuzhuo helped him up, he immediately stuck to it like a boneless:

"Drink... have another drink!"

"Brother, you don't drink well, stop drinking."

Jiang Yuzhuo took the cup from his hand, and told the patrolling disciples waiting outside the courtyard to prepare some hangover soup.

Qiu Shengmiao's eyes had faded away, but the excitement was still there, pulling him to mumble that I'm not drunk, but her lips accidentally rubbed against the back of his hand.

Wet, soft, and a little warm.

Jiang Yuzhuo's heart skipped a beat in an instant, his throat tightened, and he almost stopped breathing.

He hastily lowered his head, fearing that people around him would notice any abnormality in him, he hugged Qiu Shengmiao's hand on the side, but unconsciously tightened it.

Opposite the wooden table, Zhou Changming sat down beside Lin Chushu.

He was thinking of finding something else to talk about when his left hand was suddenly grabbed.

With gentle and unquestionable strength, Lin Chushu put the moon crystal ring on his ring finger.

"This is not the shackles of Taoist companions, but wearing them is beneficial to your body."

"Besides, I don't want to be devoted to you, nor do I want to stay with you for a long time. I just want to protect you when you are in danger."

He stroked Zhou Changming's thin white finger, "This ring can determine your location, no matter where you are, I can sense it immediately."

Lin Chushu's eyes were lonely and desolate, Zhou Changming couldn't even imagine that one day, his posture would be lowered to such an extent.

But... can the so-called will of God really be changed by manpower?

If possible, I would not want to bear every catastrophe on my behalf.

But that's the only way he can get out of the game.

Knowing that he would die because of Lin Chushu's next catastrophe, how could he convince himself to accept this feeling without any grudges or consequences?

"With Lin Xianzun's cultivation level, there must be no danger in this world, so I need to pay attention to it."

He smiled and held Lin Chushu's palm instead:

"What's more, now I also have the ability to protect myself. At least with the power of Shuangyun Ancient Sword and Rising Sun Bow, I can also compete with those who have cultivated above Nascent Soul."

According to his experience in the game, the interval between Lin Chushu's catastrophes is constantly extending along with the timeline of his practice.

The last time was 30 years ago, and there may still be a lot of time before the next time.

The flow of time in the game was many times faster than in reality, his eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the shame in his eyes.

Brother, I'm sorry.

Brother must accompany that person through this last period of time.

Lin Chushu's shoulders were heavy, and it was Zhou Changming who slowly leaned forward.

He remained silent and only looked up at the distant sky.

In the sky, the red star representing disaster became more and more clear, and the fiery red light and shadow were about to move.

This is... the celestial phenomenon of Yinghuo Shouxin.

The zhenqi in the dantian was restless, and the ominous killing intent influenced by the astrology came quietly, impacting the fragile bottleneck of cultivation.

The next catastrophe may be coming soon.

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