I practice by love games

At this moment, the snow was falling harder and the wind was blowing more and more quickly, but under the umbrella with a black gold wooden handle, this small world became extraordinarily warm.

Yun Xiaoming lifted his collar: "Go back first!"

The two came to Wu Yeyao's small building together, and Yun Xiaoming noticed that it was a little different from yesterday.

There was nothing special here yesterday, but today, there are two pairs of slippers at the door, one pair is still new.

Wu Yeyao closed the umbrella and said, "I think you may come here often in the future, so I took out your utensils."

Yun Xiaoming tried on the slippers, and they were just the right size. The furry uppers were embellished with two little tigers, which was still the style Yun Xiaoming liked.

His heart was warm, and he walked in behind Wu Yeyao.

A pot of soup was gurgling in the kitchen, and the rich aroma spread over the surface. Yun Xiaoming sniffed it vigorously: "Lotus root pork ribs!"

Wu Yeyao said: "Yes, it's a coincidence that you came here, and the cooking is just right."

After the voice fell, the electronic timer in the soup pot sounded a reminder, Wu Yeyao took the coat that Yun Xiaoming had taken off, and hung it on the hanger.

Yun Xiaoming saw two bowls on the dining table and asked, "Is there anyone else coming?"

Wu Yeyao smiled and took out the inner pot of the soup pot without saying a word.

Inside the tank made of high-density alloy glass, there is a pot full of lotus root ribs.

The soup is milky white, the meat is fragrant, the lotus root occasionally emerges, and the green onions are scattered on it.

Yun Xiaoming's stomach growled, and he asked, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat something first."

Wu Yeyao took Yun Xiaoming's bowl, filled it up for him, and brought it to him.

Yun Xiaoming took a sip lightly, and the rich soup slid down the tip of his tongue into his throat and reached his stomach. It was sweet and delicious, and warmed his whole body.

After eating the soup, the peristalsis of the stomach stimulates the secretion of saliva, and I feel more hungry.

He swallowed a piece of meat, the meat was tender and rare delicious: "Is this really pork?"

Wu Yeyao said: "During the day, I went to the outskirts of the city to hunt down mutant wild boars."

"D-grade wild pork can be so delicious! I used to eat it in the cafeteria, it was scum!"

Wu Yeyao smiled slightly: "S-level, there is only one in the entire suburb of Beijing, and it is still on the reward order of the Warrior Alliance."

Yun Xiaoming almost bit his tongue.

He knew that the reward order was for an S-level mutant wild boar at the level of the beast lord, and the reward price exceeded one million.

He looked at Wu Yeyao, then at the pork rib soup, and finally touched his stomach.

Go down by yourself, how much did you eat?

Then you must eat more!

Yun Xiaoming started to gobble it up and eat it with gusto.

Soon, the pot of soup will bottom out.

Wu Yeyao, on the other hand, didn't even take a bite, just looked at Yun Xiaoming with a smile.

After eating and drinking enough, Yun Xiaoming felt that his lower abdomen was slightly distended.

He touched his stomach a little embarrassedly: "You look so embarrassed, I drank all the soup you cooked as soon as I came."

Wu Yeyao didn't speak.

He asked the chef in Beijing to guide him, and cooked it by pinch.

Otherwise, how could the soup be cooked as soon as Yun Xiaoming walked in?

In fact, as soon as Yun Xiaoming left the school, Wu Yeyao followed behind him.

Watch him sigh, watch him distress, watch him wander around.

Wu Yeyao didn't know if he would come to his home in the end, let alone why he stood at his door for so long.

If it wasn't for this pot of soup that was about to be cooked, he would still silently watch him from a distance, and would not step forward to disturb him.

Now, when Wu Yeyao saw Yun Xiaoming slumped on the chair with a satisfied expression on his face, he also felt extremely satisfied.

Even more satisfying than last night...

It's just, why is my sweetheart bothered?

Wu Yeyao leaned over, kissed Yun Xiaoming's slightly red cheek lightly, and was about to improve the relationship, and asked him in a more harmonious atmosphere, when Yun Xiaoming grabbed the pillow and smashed his face.

"Don't seduce me, let me take a break to play games!"

Wu Yeyao stopped asking, and got up to pack his things.

Yun Xiaoming ate and drank enough, and his mood improved a lot, but he was still a little depressed.

After all, when anyone finds out that he is a clone, there is an adaptation process.

What's more, Lu Yu's words were still ringing in his ears.

"The Alliance of Martial Artists has issued a kill order, and the Witch God has the highest force value, and I don't know how many clones' blood is on his hands."

"The kill order is still valid, but it hasn't happened for a long time."

Yun Xiaoming looked at Wu Yeyao's back. There was heating in the house, and the other party didn't wear much. It was just an ordinary shirt and long trousers, and a woolen sweater over it.

The outline of his waistline is more attractive, and his legs are slender and straight, and they are also very powerful.

Thinking back to last night's lingering, and the lingering confession, Yun Xiaoming was not so sure. If Wu Yeyao knew his true identity, would he let him go?

Yun Xiaoming felt uneasy, but he didn't know how to ask.

When I was struggling, I heard Wu Yeyao ask: "Going to play?"

Yun Xiaoming nodded, and the two came to the study on the third floor together.

Click on the game and start playing.

In fact, it is also absent-minded.

Prince Rapunzel's golden hair is used to climbing, but Yun Xiaoming died twice while climbing.

After finally climbing up the tower, he waited until his stepfather appeared holding a candlestick, and then he responded with one move and died.

Yun Xiaoming had something on his mind. When he saw the prince imprisoned in the tower, he thought of himself inexplicably.

He asked casually: "Brother Yao, do you think this prince is very pitiful?"

Wu Yeyao sat on a thick carpet, surrounded by related materials of the Warrior Alliance.

He was checking an important matter, and without raising his head, he said, "What's so pitiful? Xiao Ming, don't you like him?"

Yun Xiaoming shook his head, and said more cautiously: "Do you think the prince knows who he is? What if he is a devil and that's why his stepfather locked him up?"

Wu Yeyao put down the documents in his hand and looked at Yun Xiaoming.

The young man nestled on the sofa looked a little nervous, and his eyes flickered, as if trying to hide something, but he seemed to want to tell himself something.

Wu Yeyao put down the data book in his hand, walked to Yun Xiaoming's side, and squatted down.

The two are exactly on the same level.

Yun Xiaoming quickly dodged the other party's gaze, but Wu Yeyao hooked his chin with his hand, unable to avoid it.

Yun Xiaoming had nowhere to hide, so he could only look at Wu Yeyao.

But my heart was extremely nervous, like a deer jumping wildly.

There was a gentle smile in Wu Yeyao's eyes, and he leaned over and kissed her lightly.

Wu Yeyao said: "Don't worry, I'm the God of Killing, so I'm not afraid of any devil!"

Yun Xiaoming was a little flustered, and pushed him away: "I'm serious!"

Wu Yeyao raised her eyebrows: "I'm serious too!"

"Aren't you afraid? In case, he is the person in the wanted list. Or, is he the person you want to eradicate?"

Wu Yeyao laughed lowly: "That would be the best! I can use my power for personal gain, bring him back, lock him up, and play in the little black room can do whatever he wants."

Yun Xiaoming angrily pushed away the person in front of him.

Really, Wu Yeyao's little talk is getting more and more coquettish!

It's hard to believe that the great witch god in the history books, Wu Yeyao, who is full of murderous aura and ruthless, actually has such a style!

Seeing that Wu Yeyao wanted to come over again, Yun Xiaoming pushed him away: "Go away! Don't disturb me playing games!"

Wu Yeyao was unexpectedly obedient, he actually got up and went downstairs.

Yun Xiaoming was dumbfounded.

But I heard Wu Yeyao say: "Then, let's play with you in my dream!"

Half an hour later, in the summon column, Wu Yeyao's name lit up.

He was already asleep.

I really came to play with you in my dream!

Yun Xiaoming controlled Xiao Ming, climbed the wall, and fought with his stepfather. Wu Yeyao didn't work hard, so he stood beside him with his arms folded and watched with a smile.

Yun Xiaoming: ...

If you don’t help, you won’t help, I still don’t believe I can’t handle it myself!

Soon, the night passed.

Yun Xiaoming tried to die 28 times, but still failed to clear the level.

He misses Lin Bai, at least Lin Bai can still work after reading poems!

When the sky was bright, Wu Yeyao had already woken up.

After he finished washing, he sat at the dining table and was having breakfast with Yun Xiaoming when he suddenly heard Yun Xiaoming say: "Witch God... I don't really want to go to school, can I just stay at your house for a few days?"

In fact, he didn't want to see An Chengtu, so he couldn't face it.

Wu Yeyao was a little surprised, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Do you want me to ask for leave for you?"

Yun Xiaoming said: "No need, these few days are Professor Donghuang X's class, I have already sent him a message."

Wu Yeyao looked at Yun Xiaoming thoughtfully.

Wu Yeyao knew how hard he worked in his studies.

During the college entrance examination, he was desperate.

Even in college, he was never late for class.

Now he suddenly said that he was going to ask for leave... and it was a skipping class, so he must be in trouble!

"Do you want me to help?" Wu Yeyao asked.

Yun Xiaoming shook his head: "No, just lend me your study for a few days."

Wu Yeyao hummed, and without further ado, sent a message to the Warrior Alliance: "Newly married, please ask for a leave of absence!"

After Yun Xiaoming took a nap on the carpet in the study, he continued to play games.

As if having anal sex with his stepfather, he stubbornly relied on his own strength to take the prince away from the tower.

He fell asleep when he was tired, woke up when he fell asleep, and played games when he woke up.

Every time Yun Xiaoming woke up, Wu Yeyao would fall asleep and appear in Hao Zhilian in his dream.

And whenever Yun Xiaoming fell asleep, Wu Yeyao would watch over him and read some materials by his side.

After three or four days like this, Yun Xiaoming felt that he could no longer escape.

The most important thing is that if you don't have enough mental strength, you can't pass the level at all.

Maybe I should go back, but can I go back to the past with Xiao Anzi?

too difficult!

So this morning, when Yun Xiaoming was eating breakfast, he asked absent-mindedly, "Brother Yao, do you know how to improve mental power the fastest?"

If he could improve his mental strength, then he would have another excuse to stay here and continue playing lettuce.

Wu Yeyao asked: "Do you really want to improve?"

Yun Xiaoming nodded, but then sighed: "Forget it, I know it's difficult, and you are a powerful fighter, so you can't help much, so I'll just ask."

I buried myself in eating again.

In the afternoon, Yun Xiaoming died in the tower again. He knew he couldn't pass the level and had to go back to school.

But when one thinks of school, one thinks of An Chengtu.

So he just hugged his knees in a daze in the study.

It's snowing outside again.

Yun Xiaoming took out his phone and wanted to send a text message to An Chengtu. He knew that Xiao Anzi must be worried about him.

But it just can't be sent out.

After finally editing it, I deleted it, and after deleting it, I edited it again.

In the past few days, An Chengtu has sent messages every day.

Sometimes I said that I went back, and sometimes I said that the company was busy and had to work overtime.

He didn't say anything more about other things, but Yun Xiaoming knew that Xiao Anzi was waiting for him.

Yun Xiaoming struggled for a long time, and finally edited one: "I don't blame you, I just want to be quiet."

But before the news was sent out, the door of the study was suddenly knocked open.

A figure ran in wrapped in the cold wind, grabbed Yun Xiaoming by the back of the neck with lightning speed, and started roaring.

"Damn it! Damn Xiao Ming, do you take this old man seriously!"

"How dare you skip class! How dare you let my pigeons go! Do you want to die?"

Yun Xiaoming was grabbed by Donghuang X, and immediately revived on the spot with full blood, struggling with a strong desire to survive: "Professor, listen to my explanation, I have asked for leave for you."

"Ask for leave? Fuck leave! If your husband hadn't come to find me today, I wouldn't have known you were hiding here playing games! I warn you, your leave of absence will not be counted, it will be counted as skipping class! If you don't admit your mistake, I will Let you pass the exam!!"

Yun Xiaoming was startled and shivered.

Donghuang X's face was full of anger, his handsome face distorted into the shape of a devil.

"If I hadn't heard from the witch god, I wouldn't have known that you, as the old man's closed disciple, are only at the level of an elementary spiritual master!"

Yun Xiaoming: ... I am your apprentice!

It's just that we haven't seen each other for four days.

You teach me every day, but you don't even know my spiritual level, what are you teaching?

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you're going to become an intermediate spiritual teacher within ten days!" Donghuang X was furious, "The final exam is coming soon, and my apprentice is still a freshman at the elementary level, which is a shame to me! !"

Yun Xiaoming was stunned.

He looked towards Wu Yeyao.

Wu Yeyao showed an unpredictable smile.

So, this is what Wu Yeyao came up with after hearing his question in the morning?

Really... Thank you, the Sorcerer God!