God has some double standards

Ah Zhi deeply felt that Bo Yu was really taught badly by his elder brother, he was so glib.

"Okay, then tell me." Ah Zhi turned around, with nowhere to rest her legs, so she had to twist her waist and look straight at Bo Yu.

He wanted to see what Bo Yu could say.

"Didn't I fulfill Ah Zhi's wish for the past 1 years?" Bo Yu's eyes slid across the closed red lips, and his eyes began to become inappropriate.

"What about your wish? Don't you have one?" Ah Zhi avoided his burning gaze, turned his head, and asked uncomfortably.

"Me? Naturally, I also have a wish." Bo Yu lowered his head, and sprayed hot air on Ah Zhi's neck, "It's just that the heavens have mercy on me, so that my wish coincides with Ah Zhi's."

Ah Zhi's heart jumped violently, as if hitting a drum, and it echoed heavily in his chest, and he wanted to continue chatting: "Then..."

"Shh." Bo Yu interrupted him in a low voice, whispering in his ear, like the wind blowing through spring water, causing waves of trembling ripples, "Ah Zhi, good Ah Zhi, just forgive me Me, at this time, do you want to talk about other things? Huh?"

The last word "um" was so provocative that Ah Zhi felt a numbness rushing from his tailbone, quickly crawled across his back, and sank into the top of his head.

It's going to kill me.

Ah Zhi looked up at him, with a pair of grape-like black eyes, watery and bright, with a faint orange warm light flowing under the lamp, like a good cat's eye, warm and moist, very beautiful.

Bo Yu's throat rolled, and there was an urge to gently press a kiss on his eyes.

He suspected that those eyes were the spirits specially prepared for him, and wanted him to dip into them and get drunk to death.

"Ah Chih..." His voice was extremely tender, like the echo between Yin and Han, with the breath of time flowing, deep in it was the dependence and nostalgia of youth, the anxiety and love after inheritance, and the long-term waiting The heartbreak and numbness, the ecstasy and depression of regaining what was lost, the obsession and intolerance of once the delusion was answered.

"Huh?" Different from Bo Yu's deep and seductive voice, Azhi Qingyue has a soft and waxy voice, like a sweet but not greasy Xue Mei Niang, making people want to take a bite.

"Azhi..." Bo Yu called him again.

"Huh?" Ah Zhi answered him tirelessly.

"Azhi..."

"Ok?"

This time, Bo Yu swallowed that response into his stomach.

Ah Zhi raised her head and twisted her waist, but it wasn't very comfortable, so she frowned slightly and squeezed Bo Yu's arm.

But that arm is far from the elegant demeanor that the immortals like. The muscles are hard, like a piece of black gold, and it hurts to pinch.

Bo Yu noticed his slightly twisting narrow waist, and with this movement, he wrapped his arms around Ah Zhi's waist and abdomen, lifted him lightly, and carried him to the bed.

The Luck Inn was really thoughtful, Bo Yu just mentioned that the bed could be made softer, so he spread three layers of soft brocade quilts, and when he lay on it, he felt like he was trapped in the clouds and surrounded by layers of clouds.

Bo Yu pushed aside the hair on Ah Zhi's face, kissed lightly between the eyebrows, between the nose, and the red lips fell on the eyes that were brighter than the stars.

As soon as Ah Zhi's eyelids became hot, he closed his eyes, and the lightly trembling eyelashes swept over the red lips, like a breeze passing by Youlan, but was pulled gently by Youlan, leaving behind a fragrant fragrance .

Bo Yu gave a deep laugh, his chest vibrated, causing Ah Zhi to open his eyes.

Seeing the opportunity, he lowered his head and grabbed Ah Zhi's wrist, placing it beside his face.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Ah Zhi saw that Bo Yu put his hand on his face and then let go, not quite understanding.

"Azhi, if I hurt you, just hit me." Bo Yu's eyes were dark, like a hungry wolf seeing an unsuspecting kitten with its body curled up lazily basking in the sun.

When she heard this sentence, Ah Zhi didn't really understand it, she just responded.

When he understood it, he just bit his lip and wanted to catch his breath, his five fingers were about to scratch Jin, so he couldn't think of slapping him.

Ah Zhi was too tired to open his eyes, only vaguely felt that Bo Yu had wiped him clean with warm water, hugged him, kissed the slightly sweaty forehead, and cried softly in satisfaction: "Ah Juvenile."

He replied in a daze, "Huh?"

Bo Yu smiled softly, hugged the treasure in his arms a little tighter, with some love in his eyes, wiped off his new sweat with his fingertips, put it to his lips, and tasted it.

He stared at his fingertips in a daze, as if he didn't understand why he was so erratic.

For a long time, he laughed silently.

No dream until noon.

Ah Zhi blushed slightly, and her movements of dressing seemed awkward: "Why didn't you call me up, what time is it!"

Bo Yu dressed him wholeheartedly, with a strange expression on his face, he replied indifferently: "It's noon."

"It's not good to be so much." Ah Zhi pulled his hair out of his clothes.

"What's the problem? They're not three-year-olds. Could it be that if we don't go downstairs, they won't be able to find their own food?" Bo Yu simply straightened his hair, "When they grow up, they should be more sensible. .”

Ah Zhi tied her belt and buckled her girdle, and sat in front of the vanity mirror to straighten her long messy hair.

"No..." He glared at Bo Yu with accusation in his eyes, "Don't you know what good you did yourself?"

It's rare to see Ah Zhi with such a lively and rejuvenated expression, and Bo Yu deliberately leaned over to ask for a beating: "What good did I do? Ah Zhi shouldn't, first reward me? Huh?"

"Okay!" Ah Zhi took his non-stop hand and patted the comb on his hand, "I reward you to comb my hair."

The more active and childish Shouyi Shenjun Da Ma Jindao pulled a bench to sit on, combing people's hair, and there was no silence.

"One comb to the end, two combs with white hair and eyebrows, three combs full of children and grandchildren, four combs to marry forever, five combs to make peace with the old man's wife, six combs to bring blessings to the family, seven combs to avoid disasters, eight combs for a thousand profits, nine combs Comb all flavors of food, ten combs without taboos! Husband and wife, two old people grow old together! No disease, no worries, happy and long life!"

Ah Zhi had never heard of the ten-comb song, and he didn't know that married daughters in the human world had to sing it, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the true meaning.If he didn't want to hear everything, Ah Zhi would have kicked him out directly.

When the hair was pulled up again, the hair was wrapped with a red silk rope, and hung danglingly behind his head, Ah Zhi turned his face, and directly picked up the comb and threw the bonito.

I don't know if falling into the word "love" can change people's temperament drastically.

Ah Zhi only felt that the Boyu in front of him was not as stable as the little Yu'er with an eight-year-old body back then!

Bo Yu touched the side of his nose, thinking that it was a wise choice not to tell Ah Zhi what happened this morning.

Just this morning, Dan Xu came to knock on the door, and it was Bo Yu who opened the door. He was barefoot, and even tore off his underwear, for fear that Dan Xu would not be able to see the finger mark Ah Zhi was scratching on his chest.

He slanted against the door, with a dissatisfied expression of being disturbed, like a fool who never went to court early.

Dan Xu was also a dumbass, he was dumbfounded on the spot, and stood there for a long time without saying a word, until Zhou Fei came and dragged him away.

Shouyi Shenjun and his old man closed the door contentedly, and continued to support his forehead, watching Ah Zhi sleep soundly.

Ah Zhi opened the door and stepped out.

squeak-

The door hinge of the room next door slammed, Qian Yao yawned, and waved to Ah Zhi listlessly, saying hello.

Today she wore a particularly elegant and smart dress, but it was as tight as a disciple of the Diancang Sect, making Bo Yu wonder if she had taken the wrong medicine.

After Fu Chenbo followed closely, he straightened the collar of the folded back coat for her, and told her, "Wash up first, there is nothing urgent."

Bo Yu caught a glimpse of a familiar red mark with sharp eyes. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Chenbo, showing a knowing smile.

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Qian Qiang rubbed her belly and complained, "I'm almost starving to death."

Dan Xu had already ordered a table full of dishes in the wing room on the first floor, and the six of them had already taken their seats, so the four of them were waiting.

Qian Qian flung herself on the table, salivating at the food, and looked at Ah Zhi eagerly: "Can we serve dinner?"

As soon as Ah Zhi nodded, she started to gobble it up, like the kind of disaster victims who haven't eaten well for several months. After a while, none of the food on the table survived, only the vegetable juice remained on the bottom of the plate.

Bo Yu immediately thought of teasing, bumped Fu Chenbo's elbow, and whispered with an ambiguous face: "You are too hard on the devil, right? You see, Ah Zhi is better than Qian Qian This girl is much better."

Fu Chenbo coughed lightly, glanced at him, lowered his head in embarrassment, and did not reply.

Bo Yu didn't need him to say anything, he was very proud of himself at the moment, but he just wanted to show off calmly, or show some traces indistinctly, to show that Ah Zhi was his man.

Si Ming watched his nose, nose and heart, and began to call Wen Qu to talk about gossip.

Spreading the folding fan, gossip began: "You said, this Shou Yi Shen Jun has been obsessed with him for thousands of years, and today he finally succeeded? Seeing his beaming face, he is very proud of himself."

Wen Qu was sitting upright, cleaning his hands with a white silk handkerchief, and only responded when he heard the words.

But this was a great encouragement to Si Ming, who was able to chatter with a sane peach tree for days.

"Hey, let me tell you, there should be a new version of the scriptures in the Baiyu Tower in Xianjing, right?" Si Mingsi thought, "You said that if I wrote an article about Shouyi Shenjun and Diancang Shenjun, it would be both eloquent and evocative." , the peerless love that moved the world, can you talk about it a few times on the stage in the White Jade Tower?"

Wen Qu folded the white silk, a face comparable to that of a flower fairy, and slowly revealed a smile that could turn all living beings upside down.

"This question, if you ask the gods, it is better than asking me."

Si Ming was heartbroken, and felt that Wen Qu was really unkind. Last time, the old man who dared to arrange for the guardian of the gods is still the disciple of the gatekeeper in Kunlun Mountain!

As everyone knows, Wenqu is only sincere once.