[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

"Thank you, An-jun." Yoshida Songyang showed a gentle smile: "An-jun, you can call me Songyang."

"Green pines and verdant cypresses never wither through winter; phoenixes sing towards the sun, shining like stars." An Ze looked at him and smiled slightly: "Good name. My name is Zeyi."

Feeling, feeling that I was teased.Songyang found sadly that his heart beat faster.

What should I do, even if I really know that the other party is a boy, I still still......

Xumen: I kind of want to get rid of this cowardly personality and go to ♂ by myself.

"Ze Yi, rivers and lakes, ninety-nine return to one?"

"Yeah." Anze had a pretty good impression of this person, gentle, innocent, and a gentleman (he caught himself when he fell down, and didn't take the opportunity to hug him because he thought he was a woman), and he was very intuitive. good.As for him treating him as a girl, Anze didn't think he was to blame, if he was to blame, he would blame his elder brother in this life for thinking he was prettier than a girl. . .

My heart is stuck.

. . .Song Yang never expected that An Zeyi would label him a "straight man" just because of this oolong's first meeting.

Song Yang was very happy. He originally wanted to find a place to live and take a dip in a hot spring. He didn't expect to meet the boy who fell in love at first sight, and he didn't expect that after he entered the shrine, he saw the big disciple who he thought was dead!

This is really good!

"It turns out that Xiaolong's teacher is Mr. Songyang." Anze's gaze became better when he saw him.He had heard from Xiaoyu before that he had no father and no mother, and he had been abused like a slave before. Later, he was rescued by his teacher. It was just an accident that he separated from the teacher and seriously injured himself. (Hao dare not mention the matter of Amaterasu-in Naraku to an ordinary person like An Zeyi)

Therefore, he has a good impression of this kind-hearted, kind and gentle teacher who is loved by children.It's just that he didn't expect that such a coincidence, it was actually Songyang.

"Thank you so much, Zeyi."

Hazy blinked his eyes, why did he feel, it seemed strange.

Also, why do I feel like I'm a little redundant when I'm caught between the teacher and brother Ah Yi?

"this is nothing."

Under the flickering candlelight, the young man's face was beautiful and delicate, and his long eyelashes left a gentle rose-colored shadow on his face, making him look even more alluring.

When one had a good impression (Anze vs. Songyang), and the other wanted to get closer (Songyang vs. Anzeyi), the two chatted happily.An Zeyi was pleasantly surprised to find that Song Yang had a deep understanding of Japanese culture and history, and Song Yang also found that An Zeyi knew very well about the culture of China and North Korea. not difficult.

Therefore, when he knew that Songyang wanted to build a private school to teach and educate people, An Zeyi expressed full support.

"This idea is very good." An Zeyi smiled to express support and encouragement, and looked at Songyang with confidence: "If it is Songyang, there must be no problem."

Songyang was very moved.

As the former Naraku leader who had just escaped, he didn't want to kill any more and wanted to be a teacher, but in fact, he didn't have any confidence in his heart.

Can a monster like him really be a good student?

"Thank you, Zeyi." Songyang said with a smile. At the same time, he felt silently in his heart that he seemed to like this boy even more.

Xumen: I want to kill this personality.

And Xu Xu, who was dressed in black and held a long knife, raised his head, looking at An Zeyi through Songyang's gaze with cold and gorgeous red eyes, and remained silent.

Oboro, who is in good health, is a lively and lovely boy, hardworking, well-behaved and sensible, and will help An Zeyi make maltose together.

Songyang is also quite curious about this, and will help An Zeyi make maltose.Since he is stronger than Anze, I don't know how much, so I leave the strength work to him.

As for cooking, An Zeyi never let Songyang into the kitchen since he burned the dishes black.

Kitchen killer!

Songyang: The warm picture of cooking with my sweetheart in the storybook is gone. QQ

Looking at the dejected expression on the handsome and elegant man's face, he felt unexpectedly childish.When Anze thought about it, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile.

The ghosts in Songyang's body sharpened their knives silently.

"Songyang?" Anze looked at Songyang, who was sweating profusely on his forehead, and couldn't help worrying if he was suffering from a hidden illness, so he stopped and half supported and half hugged him.

"Brother Ah Yi, teacher?" Obscure watched An Zeyi struggling to support Songyang, and ran over to help him onto the bed.

"It should be a sudden illness, right? I don't know the specifics." An Zeyi took care of Songyang carefully, and at the same time told: "Xiaolong, the meal is in the kitchen, you go to eat first. I will come to Songyang Just take care of it."

"I'm ok."

"You are still a child." Anze glanced at him: "I will take good care of Songyang, good boy."

Fetch water, twist a wet towel, and wipe off the cold sweat carefully. "Huh?" An Zeyi looked at the hand holding his wrist, and his eyes moved to Songyang's face.

Didn't wake up, is it the body's instinct?An Ze blinked his eyes, struggled, and was dragged into his arms by the unconscious Songyang conditioned reflex.

An Zeyi who slammed his head on Songyang's chest: "..."

Anze moved again without giving up, and pushed, but the result was good, Songyang directly hugged him with the other hand.

An Zeyi: "..."

On purpose?

The other hand stretched out and touched the light gray haired man's forehead. There was no fever or sweat anymore, and then he placed it on the pulse point of his wrist.

The rhythm is even, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful, well, there is nothing wrong with it.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

With this relief, Anze felt a little tired, and Songyang's embrace was really warm, so within 3 minutes, he fell asleep. . .

He had a dream.

He dreams of his time travel.

From being stabbed seven times by Yuan Xu to burning in flames.This time, he watched everything from the perspective of God.

At the moment of dying, wisps of orange flames appeared in the red flames.And this flame slowly enveloped the whole body, and finally disappeared into this world.

He watched his body shrink in age (the extra energy made his hair grow), and he watched the orange flames erupting from his body hit this space and this planet like a meteor or fireball, and then was flowed by this planet the mysterious liquid?Enveloped, the vibrant liquid reacted with the spontaneously ignited orange flames on his body, and finally he had no liquid and no flames on him.

But he knew instinctively that because of this reaction, his body stopped growing, stopped aging, stopped, time.

In a sense, it is the existence of immortality.

As for when this state will end, it is probably like a chemical reaction. Only when the flame is exhausted or the liquid is exhausted can it really end.He can really die like a normal person.

………… What An Zeyi didn’t know was that the flame, that is, the fire of death energy, actually consumed Anze’s vitality, and the so-called “liquid”, that is, Altana, was to supplement Anze’s vitality. The attribute of his life force, the fire of his dead energy is time.Therefore, this endless loop is to stop the flow of An Zeyi's time.

If Voldemort in the novel could have this immortal physique, he would be crazy, but unfortunately, he is An Zeyi, and he only wants to live and die like a human An Zeyi.

For An Zeyi, this dream was undoubtedly torn open again at the wound he was trying to heal.

It made him think again of the pain of death, of being two worlds apart from his parents.

"Mom..." His mother's crying sounded in his ears, Anze curled up, and approached the nearby heat source.

And this is the voice Songyang heard when he realized that there was a person in his arms.

As an existence that has been bloody and killing for 500 years, Xu, that is, Yoshida Shoyo, the moment he woke up after suppressing the Xu in his body, he felt breathing in his chest and a person was pressing on his body.

One hand is holding a piece of tender and smooth warm skin, the other arm is embracing a waist that is slender than his legs, and the hand is placed on a round, soft and elastic place.

Ok?

Song Yang opened his eyes, his whole face was red, his whole body was stiff, and the air was filled with embarrassment that only he knew.

Carefully, without waking up the other party, he carefully removed the hand on An Zeyi's buttocks.

"Mom," a small voice sounded from his chest, with a thin cry, as fragile as a kitten: "I was wrong, Mom."

Songyang blinked, let go of his hand, adjusted his posture carefully, and stroked his head soothingly.

At this time, Zeyi should hope to be forgiven by his parents, right?According to his own understanding of the routine, Songyang thought, it was just Anze's sleepy talk, which made him subconsciously hug him tightly.

"Mom, don't cry, don't cry for me."

Whether it was Songyang, or the Xu who had just been beaten in his body and could only stare blankly, they were all stunned.

He didn't repent and ask for forgiveness in the dream, but felt sorry for his mother's sorrow and tears.

Songyang hugged An Zeyi tightly, looked at the boy's tear-stained face, and kissed his forehead softly and affectionately.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

After waking up, Anze breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Songyang who was healthy and still making rice balls (the person who cooked the rice was Oboro).

Then worries about himself arose in his heart.

What is the present self?

Since Songyang wanted to open a private school, An Zeyi chose to focus on this matter. After all, when people are busy, they don't have the energy to think about it.

"Who is this child?" An Zeyi looked at the silver-haired child on Songyang's back, um, his face was pale, his wide-open eyes looked vigilant and restless like a young animal, and his small face looked as thin as a bone.

It hurts just to look at it.

"The second student at the Matsushita private school," Songyang smiled softly, "Ha, this is your junior, Sakata Gintoki."

Oh, ou Doudou (I found that "Xuedi" and "younger brother" are pronounced the same in Japanese)!

Two groups of blushes appeared on the cheeks of Oboro who had grown baby fat on his cheeks, and when he looked at Sakata Yin with bright eyes, the pikapika flashed so brightly that Anze couldn't help laughing.

Lest the little one be ashamed.

Resisting to look away, Anze looked at Yinshi with a warm and soft smile: "Welcome to Matsushita Private School, Yinshi."

After thinking about it, children generally like sweets and sweets, so An Zeyi handed him a homemade maltose Huamei lollipop: "My name is An Zeyi."

After introducing himself, Gintoki was confused.He bit the lollipop (he has been wandering for so long, he has never eaten such a delicious thing), and looked at An Zeyi.

That gaze was so direct that the other two, one and one, could feel it.

"What's the matter, Yinshi?" Anze looked at him, with a relaxed smile on his face: "Is there any discomfort?"

Yinshi shook his head, looked at An Zeyi, hesitated for a while, and under the encouraging eyes of the young man, he slowly said: "This is a private school, right?"

nod.

"Songyang is the teacher, Oboro is the senior brother, Zeyi..." What do you do?Logistics?

An Zeyi: "..."

Yes, what am I responsible for?Cook, no, cook?

Yes, I'm helping Songyang and Wu build a private school, and he can leave after he gets on the right track.

"Ah Yi is a family member." Tightening his wrist, Anze raised his head and saw Songyang's water green eyes staring at him seriously and gently, as if making some promise: "I will use my life to go The family that worked hard to protect."

An Zeyi: Songyang, I am very touched by your words, but should you answer by looking at Yinshi?After all, he was the one who asked this question!

Hazy: I'm used to this kind of life where I'm always stuffed with dog food, but Sansan, can your Sima Zhao's heart be more obvious?

Yin Shi picked his nose: "Oh, so it's my wife."

Anze froze, and then growled: "Master, your sister! I'm a man!"

An Zeyi: I hate being treated as a woman!

Gintoki/Hazy: The focus is on the wrong direction, right? !

Songyang: ^_^