Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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He Yan saw Fang Cheng was stunned, and the smile on his mouth gradually widened, "Are you still here?"

Fang Cheng came back to his senses, blinked, and tilted his head innocently at him, "Why don't you stay? Could it be possible that there will be stumps bouncing on the floor looking for me at night? Well, hurry up and eat , I'm going out to buy something."

He Yan stared at the back of him running out, his brows and eyes indifferent.

Then he was scared away, and it seems that he didn't have much courage.

The smell of food wafted from the tip of his nose, but he closed his eyes again, allowing himself to be trapped in the soft bed.

With such a soft temper, he would be coquettish at every turn, so he was afraid that the soul of the middle school was overwhelmed that day, so he dared to stand up for himself and fight with others, right?

Heh, he has seen a lot of people like this.

The self-righteous savior, seeing him as a drowning rabbit, are they trying to save his life?

No, they just want to satisfy their childish and boring sense of justice.

After the novelty wears off, his rabbit will be abandoned again.Nobody cared if he drowned next time, or fell off a cliff.

He Yan's heart was pounding, but he felt light all over.

Don't come back after leaving, he never needs to be pitiful.

The food gradually spread to the whole room, and there was no way to escape under the quilt. He Yan got up irritably, and snapped the lid of the lunch box roughly, and was about to throw them out, when suddenly there was movement at the door outside.

Fang Cheng carried a large plastic bag and looked in from the outside. Seeing him sitting at the table, he thought He Yan was eating, and his voice became cheerful: "Is it delicious?"

Even with his back turned to him, He Yan could still imagine that man's dark pupils, shining eyes and bright eyebrows.

He put the food back on the table in silence, picked up the chopsticks, stuffed a mouthful of cauliflower into his mouth, and gave a low hum.

Fang Cheng smiled instantly, "That's good! I specially picked the two most delicious dishes! Guess what I bought when I went out? Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo... and a pair of slippers and a night light! I can't sleep without light, but the light in your room is too bright, so this night light is just right!"

Accompanied by the chattering bgm, He Yan swallowed in small mouthfuls.

"I also bought red paper! I plan to make you an amulet. Aren't you afraid of ghosts? With this..."

He Yan turned around and interrupted him very coldly, "Who is afraid of ghosts?"

Fang Cheng was sneering in his heart, slandering that He Yang looked down on him too much, thinking that a mere murder would scare him away.

On the face, he looked serious: "You! Didn't you just talk about murder, uncleanness, and fear of ghosts? Don't worry, with my amulet, you will be absolutely invulnerable to ghosts, and I will tell you secretly that I am from another world. My immortal cultivator, let you be a big ghost, a little ghost, a male ghost and a female ghost, and all my talismans will be wiped out!"

Seeing that his words became more and more outrageous, He Yan swallowed the food in his mouth, turned around to eat silently and ignored him.

He Yan thought that the red paper that Fang Cheng bought was something exotic, but it turned out to be the ordinary red colored paper from elementary school handicraft class.

He divided a piece of paper into two, and wrote the word "Ping An" on each of them. The fonts were all the most common simplified characters, and it became the powerful "Ping An Fu" in his mouth.

Fang Cheng folded one of them and stuffed it into the pocket of He Yan's pajamas, and the other was glued to the night light.

He turned on the little night light and said solemnly: "Okay, now as long as this light illuminates the place, all evil will not invade!"

"..." I believe you are really a ghost!

Fang Cheng himself was amused by his childish behavior, and he collapsed on He Yan's bed and laughed loudly.

He Yan put down his chopsticks and looked at him: "Do you really want to sleep here?"

Fang Cheng immediately sat up reflexively: "You have already eaten my food, so you can't say no!"

He Yan lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the halo of the night light, "It's up to you."

Fang Cheng took a casual shower at his house, changed into the newly bought pajamas, and lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone.A piece of soft cloth fell from the sky and snapped to cover his vision.

Fang Cheng pulled the towel off, turned his head and glared at the culprit: "What are you doing, murder... learn!"

He Yan: "Wipe it clean, the water dripped on the bed."

Fang Cheng lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a pool of dark water stains on the dark blue bed sheet.

He got up with a smirk, and wiped the wet place with his hands: "Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I'll sleep here!"

He Yan looked at him with serious eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The last time I slept with He Yan was when the two of them hadn't broken up in the previous life. It was only half a year or so, but it was actually separated by a time and space.

Fang Cheng lay on his side facing him, outlining his full forehead and straight nose bridge with his eyes.

He Yan's appearance is actually cool and cold, his pupils are light in color, his lips are light in color, his brow bones are straight, and his jawline is sharp.When not smiling, it is like a stubborn stone standing on the top of Tianshan Mountain for thousands of years.

It's just that in his previous life he was used to smiling softly and warmly, and in this life he has grown a body of soft flesh, and his cold temperament is perfectly hidden. Now he is sleeping with his eyes closed, so that he can see from the eyelashes and lashes under his eyes. With a touch of dark eyes peeped one or two.

He Yan's lips squirmed for a moment, and his hoarse voice had a rustling texture: "Sleep."

tone of command.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes reluctantly, felt the people around him flipping on the bed, guessed that he must not want to see him, and turned his back.

With a snort in his heart, Fang Cheng opened his eyes, but was caught off guard by those shallow eyes full of emotions.

Maybe only a quarter of a second, so fast that Fang Cheng didn't even have time to tell what those emotions were, they were all suppressed, leaving only a layer of indifferent coolness, as if he was just an object, lying beside him and occupying his place .

Fang Cheng blinked, suppressed the disappointment in his heart, and smiled foolishly, "It's a different price to peek at me."

He Yan retorted, "Then you should owe me a lot."

Fang Cheng stuck out his hand under the quilt, and approached him secretly, "No, you owe me. Think about it, everything in this world is rare and valuable—I often look at you, so I think you are worthless, and you never look at me , so you see that I am very valuable. Although you saw me for a short time just now, the unit price is high, and you still owe me."

"Absurd."

Fang Cheng cheated: "In short, you owe me."

He Yan lay flat, and expressed himself: "Then I won't watch it."

"That can't be done!" Fang Cheng took the opportunity to get closer, "You can repay it in another way."

An unfamiliar breath sprayed on He Yan's face, and the rhythm of his heartbeat was instantly chaotic. He dodged back and pretended to be calm: "What method?"

Fang Cheng chuckled: "Meat compensation!"