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Wang Xiaoming walked out of the toilet swinging his legs, when Zhong Yi came over and carried him back to his room.

"Don't turn on the air conditioner so loudly." Wang Xiaoming rolled onto the bed, moaning, "It's cold."

Zhong Yi pushed him in: "It won't be cold when you fall asleep."

Wang Xiaoming: "I can't sleep."

Zhong Yi: "..."

He felt that his brain was really cramped, and he had caused a big trouble for himself by giving Wang Xiaoming those pixiu eyes.

I didn't realize it before, but Wang Xiaoming is definitely the type who is usually fine, but once he gets sick, he will act like heaven and earth. These days, Zhong Yi has been tossed enough that he still can't have an attack.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming was in good spirits all the time except for his poor appetite and heavy vomiting. It was already midnight, and Zhong Yi was so sleepy that he lost his mind: "If you can't sleep, count the sheep."

Wang Xiaoming fell silent.

Zhong Yi was sleeping on the edge of the bed, turned over and almost fell, turned around and pushed Wang Xiaoming in.

With this push, Zhong Yi felt that Wang Xiaoming seemed to have lost weight.

He wasn't fat before, but after throwing up these few days, it seems that the flesh on his body has been vomited out bit by bit, and his back is bones.

Feels bad.

Zhong Yi thought, retracted his hand, turned over and closed his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming was quiet for a long time, then suddenly turned over and faced Zhong Yi: "I really can't sleep."

Zhong Yi was about to fall asleep, and when he was awakened so suddenly, he had to get him out of bed reflexively to vomit.

Wang Xiaoming clapped his hands away and announced to him, "I'm fine."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"I don't want to throw up anymore!" Wang Xiaoming said, "I can't sleep either."

"Then shut up." Zhong Yi hasn't been able to sleep well these days: "If you keep making noise, I'll beat you up."

Wang Xiaoming didn't take Zhong Yi's threats to heart at all—although Zhong Yi's face was always hard, he was actually very meticulous in his work, not gentle, but hard enough to speak out.

This point has been fully figured out by Wang Xiaoming especially in recent days. When he was most annoying, he could wake up Zhong Yi five or six times a night. , swearing and swearing, but the hand will still be stretched out the first time.

Tsk tsk, Wang Xiaoming thinks that's the ultimate in a good man, and he can do this to him. In the future, when Zhong Yi's wife is pregnant, he can probably get up ten times a night to massage and cut fruit, and Zhong Yi won't show his face.

"Let's go find Di Ting." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi turned over, and then turned back immediately, this time he opened his eyes.

"I feel good now." Wang Xiaoming said loudly, "Isn't it because I kept throwing up and couldn't get away that I didn't start? Now I'm fine! Let's go to Di Ting tomorrow!"

Zhong Yi didn't answer immediately, but looked carefully at Wang Xiaoming's face.

They slept without drawing the curtains, and the light from the street lamp outside passed through the glass and shone right next to the bed.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was also staring at Zhong Yi intently.

"We can leave tomorrow." Wang Xiaoming said, "Buy the earliest train tickets...or air tickets are also available, check online."

He said he was about to get up and turn on the computer.

Zhong Yi held him down: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, sleep first."

"I can't sleep." Wang Xiaoming said loudly again, the voice was very loud, and it was completely incomparable with the appearance of vomiting into a fool two hours ago.

Zhong Yi would suspect that he took stimulants in the toilet when he peed just now.

But although Wang Xiaoming was extremely excited, his eyes were clear, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"I really can't sleep." Wang Xiaoming broke Zhong Yi's hand stuck on his chest: "We have been at home for several days."

After returning from Wutong Mountain, Wang Xiaoming either slept or vomited, and even seldom ate, so naturally he couldn't open a shop.

Because of this, Lu Xiaolu returned home obediently, and brought the soup made by Lu's mother to nourish poor Wang Xiaoming every day—but most of it went into Zhong Yi's stomach, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't drink it.

He just lived the days of sleeping, vomiting and sleeping, and his head was idle instead.

When the mind is idle, people can't help but think wildly.

"I lay in bed for several days." Wang Xiaoming said, "I worry about Wang Dazhuang every day."

Zhong Yi stopped talking.

"Although Paixiu said that my grandfather should still be alive, I still feel uneasy." Wang Xiaoming lowered his voice, "I don't know where he is now, and he can't even feel the beast. What kind of place is that?"

Wang Xiaoming and Wang Dazhuang have never been separated for so long.

Although Wang Dazhuang was very old, he was very talkative. Not only did he have bad living habits, but he was also picky about food. When the weather was hot, he could not sleep easily.

The more idle Wang Xiaoming was, the more he couldn't help thinking about what was going on with Wang Dazhuang now, whether he was squatting alone in a small black prison, calling him not to respond every day, and saying that the earth was not working.

Zhong Yi frowned, turned over and sat up suddenly, stretched out his hand to pinch Wang Xiaoming's chin.

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback by his action: "Why?"

In the past few days, he has lost a lot of weight, and his chin has become sharper. Being pinched by Zhong Yi, he looks a little pitiful.

Zhong Yizai looked at him carefully for a long time, and Wang Xiaoming was stared at him furiously: "What are you looking at? You don't think I'm possessed, do you?"

Zhong Yi hummed.

Wang Xiaoming immediately widened his eyes: "Hey! I am also Wang Dazhuang's grandson, how could I be possessed so easily? Let me tell you, although my grandfather confiscated me as an apprentice, I have lived a good life for more than 20 years. I have never Something happened!"

Zhong Yi gave a absent-minded hum, but still tried to look into Wang Xiaoming's eyes to see if there was any phantom in them.

He didn't intend to tell Wang Xiaoming at all, but in the iron building, his body was used by Paixiu once - the noble and glamorous look on Wang Xiaoming's expression at that time was about the same level as the nerve level of the chicken blood now.

But Wang Xiaoming felt that Zhong Yi was the one who lost his nerve.

In the middle of the night, when he was lying down, he suddenly pinched his chin and looked at him for a long time, as if he was still staring (?), and he didn't seem to let go at all.

...how embarrassing the atmosphere is.

Although Wang Xiaoming thinks he is a pure and good young man, Zhong Yi's face is indeed handsome enough to make the wife next door find an excuse to come and chat every day, and Wang Xiaoming can't help being stared at by such a face for so long. Painful for my own sexuality.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

Wang Xiaoming thought calmly, reached out and pinched Zhong Yi's chin, and smiled charmingly: "Why are you dumbfounded? Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming: "Oh! It's broken!"

Zhong Yi let go of Wang Xiaoming's fingers expressionlessly, and now he was sure that this virtue must be genuine and not possessed.

"You're insane!" Wang Xiaoming was so painful that tears were about to flow out: "Isn't it just a pinch of the chin? Don't you pinch my chin too! I can't pinch it if you pinch it?"

Zhong Yi said flatly: "I didn't tease you with that disgusting line."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"You won't spit all the way to Guangxi, will you?" Lu Xiaolu was a little worried: "Is it really going to go?"

Wang Xiaoming gnawed on an apple: "I'm so good. I suddenly came back to life in the middle of the night that night. Not only did I stop vomiting, but I also felt very good about myself. If it wasn't for Zhong Yi who pulled me, I could go downstairs and carry the weight to Run back and forth downtown."

"Is this a stimulant?" Lu Xiaolu looked at Zhong Yi with a bit of melancholy: "Master, what did you feed him?"

Zhong Yi peeled the apple: "I didn't feed anything, he smoked it himself."

"Probably because Pixiu's eyes are really nourishing." Wang Xiaoming said, "I feel very refreshed now."

"What's so cool?" Lu Xiaolu approached him.

Wang Xiaoming paused.

"I don't know." He said, "I can't describe this feeling...it feels very sensitive."

Lu Xiaolu: "..."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"What kind of lewd eyes do you have!" Wang Xiaoming said, "It's not that!"

"What does that feel like?" Zhong Yi asked.

"I can't say it." Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "If I have to say it, compared to now, I used to be wrapped in a layer of mud."

Wang Xiaoming knows that he looks quite convulsed now, but he really feels very good. The feeling of being pinched from the beginning to the end by the masseur, and having undergone vision correction surgery, and taking off the hearing aid is so wonderful that he can't eat his eyes. people can't feel it...

Zhong Yi glanced at him, it was rare that he didn't pour cold water on him.

In fact, Zhong Yi himself was a little uncertain.

Although the side effects of Wang Xiaoming's absorption of Pixiu's Eye disappeared, he did not show any particularly powerful functions. If it is something like the five senses becoming clear, he can find a deep mountain to practice for a few years.

But Pixiu shouldn't fool him with his own eyes...

Lu Xiaolu moved closer to Zhong Yi: "So we are going to Guangxi?"

"The place Pixiu said is in Guangxi." Zhong Yi spread out a map with one hand and glanced at Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu stretched out his hand eagerly.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Yi glared at him.

"Apple." Lu Xiaolu said, "Father Shi, don't be biased, Xiao Ming has given it to me. It's my turn..."

"Fuck it! He gnawed it all by himself!" Zhong Yi raised his foot and was about to kick him: "I cut it for myself!"

Although Zhong Yi can roll around in the mountains and fight with all kinds of disgusting monsters, deep down in his heart, there is a sensitive and clean girlish heart, who dislikes the saliva of people other than himself.

If it hadn't been for the last time when Zhong Yi went to Wutong Mountain, Zhong Yi took the train all the way back with a bloody and sweaty face, Wang Xiaoming would almost have thought that there was a mini bathroom in his big bag-no matter how bad it was. Bring a shower or something...

"Did that divine beast say that another divine beast is in Guangxi?" Lu Xiaolu sighed, "Why did I pass out? How many times in a lifetime can I see a divine beast!"

What you missed is not only the chance to see the beast, but also the chance to win the big prize, Wang Xiaoming thought.

"If you're lucky, you can watch it again in Guangxi." Zhong Yi said with a straight face.

"Where does that beast live?" Lu Xiaolu asked, "Is it in a village of an ethnic minority? It's like a god or mascot enshrined in a tribe isolated from the world, and there are beautiful girls from ethnic groups who want to dedicate their lives to it. Wipe his back and smooth his hair for the rest of his life."

"It's not that romantic." Wang Xiaoming said, "He's doing business."

Lu Xiaolu picked out his ears: "What?"

"Another mythical beast is doing business in Guangxi." Wang Xiaoming said, "That's what Pixiu said."

Lu Xiaolu: "...Then does his company have a website? Let's make an appointment first."

"No need to make an appointment." Zhong Yi said: "This time, an appointment is not as useful as luck."

Lu Xiaolu: "Huh??"

"Do you know about going to the fair?" Wang Xiaoming said, "It's called going to fairs in Guangxi."

The author has something to say: Well, in case some friends still don’t understand, let me explain again.

Zhong Yi asked the beast: Is it true that Wang Xiaoming is destined not to be a teacher?His grandfather was unwilling to teach him.

Divine Beast: It’s not impossible, so how about it, if this is your wish, I’ll hook him up, you coax him to eat and absorb my eyes, and force him to open up.I'm going to die anyway, and it's useless to hold the eye.

Zhong Yi: Okay?

Beast: Sure it can.But you have to watch him carefully, Wang Xiaoming is actually very talented, if he cheats on him suddenly, I'm not sure if there will be any sequelae.

Zhong Yi: You won’t be disabled, right?

Divine Beast: Of course not, my eyes are good things.

Zhong Yi: Deal.