After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao bought a high-rise building. Not far from the long street in front of the building, there is a bend of the river, flowing down slowly.

He leaned against the window, watching the sunrise against the clear stream.

The door creaked behind him, and the boy in Xuanyi walked away with his soft pillow in his arms. The two corners of Pei Qiyan's forehead had already disappeared: "Brother, good morning."

Sheng Zhao looked back: "Good day."

Pei Qiyan blinked wearily, and walked in front of Sheng Zhao, who hugged Sheng Zhao through the soft pillow: "Brother Zhaoyu, I'm so sleepy."

Sheng Zhao patted Pei Qiyan's shoulder and said softly, "Then sleep a little longer?"

Pei Qiyan nodded: "Well, I managed to fall asleep last night, and I was struck by a nightmare again, it was full of blood."

"They were all calling me to save him, and someone was pointing at me with a sword."

"Brother... They want to kill me." Pei Qiyan hugged Sheng Zhao tightly, and he closed his eyes tightly, pretending to remember.

Pei Qiyan was not afraid, but bloodthirsty: "I want to kill them too."

"Every time I draw out the sword, the dream wakes up." Pei Qiyan sighed lightly, with some pity, he frowned, as if he couldn't bear it, "Brother, I'm in so much pain."

He mixed his past stories with lies, unable to distinguish the true from the false, and murmured morbidly: "I couldn't sleep all night and all night, and wanted to kill them."

Sheng Zhao comforted Pei Qiyan's hair: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

"It's just a nightmare, Yan Qi, there are only you and me here."

This is the mask Pei Qiyan made for Zhaoyu.

He disguised himself as a young man who had been forced out of his heart, in order to ask for the pity and lament of this good fairy.

Not only that, but he wants more, such as being close.

"Brother Zhaoyu, I know...I know." Pei Qiyan lowered his eyelids, "Brother, I'm so sleepy."

Once he restrains his blood, he will be pitiful again.

Sheng Zhao put the soft pillow on his lap like these days, and Pei Qiyan lay on the soft couch.

Pillowing Sheng Zhao's legs, hugging Sheng Zhao's waist, burying his face in the soft flesh of Sheng Zhao's abdomen, sniffing the rich fragrance of beauty, he fell into a deep sleep.

Sheng Zhao pulled down the window to block out the light.

They have been like this for the past few days, because Pei Qiyan said - "Brother, I can only sleep when I am with you."

"Yan Qi"'s eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, suppressing endless pain, his eyes silently said to Zhaoyu - save him.

It is impossible for Zhaoyu not to respond.

Pei Qiyan slept very deeply. When he woke up naturally, he realized that the sun was high and the sun was shining through the paper and wooden windows, casting a dim light on the dark room.

Zhaoyu was making tea and talking with himself.

The room is full of the fragrance of tea, and the soft sound of chess pieces falling from time to time.

Pei Qiyan may find it hard to believe it himself, but one day he will be able to understand the words "time is quiet and good".

He opened his eyes silently and stared at Zhaoyu for a long time.

From the delicate eyebrows and eyes, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes drooping, the eyes are like lacquer, the glazed pupils are bright, and then to the jade nose and pink lips.

Everywhere he liked it.

Pei Qiyan didn't know how long he had been looking at Zhaoyu.

Zhaoyu clicked his tongue angrily, regretting that he played the wrong chess, he was about to secretly move the chess piece, and play with himself, what happened to the regretful chess?

He was doing something wrong, he put his hand on the chess piece, but he went to see if Pei Qiyan was awake, and suddenly met a pair of clear eyes.

Sheng Zhao withdrew his hand quickly, looked away guiltily, and slapped him: "I didn't say anything when I woke up."

Pei Qiyan didn't expect Zhaoyu to be so cute, so he said narrowly: "Seeing that my brother is fascinated, I didn't bother you, who knows..."

He draws out his voice, giving Zu Zhaoyu time to interrupt.

Sure enough, Zhaoyu let out a "cough" and changed the subject: "Are you going to play too?"

Pei Qiyan can, but Yan Qi can't.

He shook his head: "No, but I won't feel bored watching my brother play."

So I watched it for so long, even though it wasn't chess.

Sheng Zhao pushed him: "Get up, let's go to the street to buy some food, and I'll teach you how to do it when we come back."

Pei Qiyan refused: "I have to learn to read and learn chess at the same time. I'm so tired, brother."

Sheng Zhao tapped Pei Qiyan's forehead with his fingers: "What kind of temper are you playing, or are you acting like a baby with me?"

As soon as the word "act like a baby" was uttered, Pei Qiyan, who felt humiliated, immediately got up from the bed. He first rubbed and pillowed Sheng Zhao's legs all morning, and then pulled Sheng Zhao out.

After they bought some food, they walked slowly along the clear stream.

Tired from walking, I went home for lunch.

Pei Qiyan took Sheng Zhao's hand and went back to the tall building. After dinner, Zhaoyu would get used to taking a nap.

And he will do the task of "practicing calligraphy" assigned by Zhaoyu.

For example, when Zhaoyu wakes up, Pei Qiyan needs to know how to read the spells on this page.

The fake illiterate Pei Qiyan is very relaxed, and Zhaoyu will be happy when he sees that he is obedient.

When he is happy, he will teach him to practice calligraphy hand in hand.

Pei Qiyan remembered that there was one more chess player.

When the sun sets, Pei Qiyan will go out to buy some ingredients, and Zhaoyu will make a delicious dinner occasionally when he gets interested, and they will go out to eat when they are not interested.

After eating, you can also go shopping for night vision.

One day passed like this.

Plain but at ease.

These days, Pei Qiyan has not been unable to sleep like he was in the Demon Race. On the contrary, he sleeps deeply every day.

The violence in his heart has not been aroused for a long time, he is no longer bloodthirsty, and he is no longer crazy about killing people.

Pei Qiyan was extremely relaxed.

In the past few days, he kept thinking, whether...or just stay like this, stay with Zhaoyu forever.

Renxiu can't stay here for long.

He will also build such a high-rise building in the palace of the demon world, put his jade in a high cabinet, and build a long street in front of the high-rise building, and recruit some demons who look like people to be ordinary people.

Pei Qiyan denied it again.

No, Zhaoyu likes to look down at the window, so too many people will see Zhaoyu's appearance.

Only he can see Zhaoyu's beautiful smile.

It's just ordinary people, he can get some lifeless puppets to play, and then connect a channel to introduce running water every day, and it will flow continuously, which looks like a real river eye.

Pei Qiyan looked at Sheng Zhao's sleeping face, would Zhaoyu like it?

He will love it.

Pei Qiyan hooked his lips in satisfaction.

Zhaoyu will be very interested today, because Yan Qi will naturally learn to play chess under Zhaoyu's teaching, and he can go out in advance to prepare the ingredients for dinner.

Pei Qiyan looked at Sheng Zhao's sleeping face and hesitated.

He refused to let Sheng Zhao out of his sight for a moment.

But if he doesn't go now, Sheng Zhao might go shopping with him at sunset.

Pei Qiyan hated people seeing Sheng Zhao even more.

He went out, locked the door tightly when he left, and put all the keys in his arms.

Pei Qiyan thought that he should hurry up and come back earlier to see his sparrow, locked in his arms, the spoiled and innocent little sparrow.

After Pei Qiyan walked to the long street, the jade that had been useless until now suddenly rang, and he made such jade into a pair of earrings.

His is a black gold style, the other is a white jade style, the styles are completely different, there are coincidences in the subtleties, the workmanship is exquisite.

At that time, Pei Qiyan spent a lot of money to tie up Renxiu, the master craftsman, to do it.

He wore the black gold one on his earbones every day, and he gave the white jade one to Yu Anyi.

The reason why they are a pair but have different styles is because they are afraid that others will see that the cold and noble Yu Xianjun has a close relationship with the murderous demon.

Pei Qiyan had never seen Yu Anyi wear this earring, nor had he waited for news from Yu Anyi.

Now that it suddenly rang, there was only one possibility.

That is, Yu Anyi has already left the customs, and learned of the fate of both Jiang Qianzhou and Qi Hua, and only he, the Demon Lord who had a century-old meeting a few days ago, was safe and sound.

Yu Anyi was looking for him.

You can only find him.

Pei Qiyan caressed his earbones and probed into the devilish energy, but at the last moment, he stopped.

What about Zhaoyu?

Pei Qiyan asked herself, where is Zhaoyu?

The black gold earrings were getting hotter and hotter, and the other side was urging him non-stop and quickly, Pei Qiyan closed his eyes, and activated the formation with magic energy.

Yu Anyi must be really in a hurry, Pei Qiyan thought, as soon as he started it, there was a voice, and he used to have to wait for a long time.

The voice that came out was somewhat distorted, as cold and arrogant as ever.

I haven't heard it for a hundred years, but Pei Qiyan finds it much stranger, far less pleasant than Zhaoyu's gentleness.

Yu Anyi's anxiety hidden in the cold was heard by Pei Qiyan, because he spoke quickly: "Pei Qiyan, where are you?"

"I'm here to find you."

Pei Qiyan didn't speak.

One day, it was Yu Anyi who came to look for him.