Bitter Meat Raiders

The temperature of the porridge is just right, and the tenderness of the person is just right.

Although Wan Junzhe's movements looked a bit strong, it was not easy to fall on Qiu Bo.

After the kiss, Wan Junzhe got up.

Qiu Boxu opened his eyes, and saw that the other party hadn't even had time to change his clothes, and the shirt was wrinkled a lot after all the tossing.

Wan Junzhe's waist is slightly thinner, so his figure looks a bit inverted triangle.She is thin, and usually she can't see anything when she wears a jacket, but when only the shirt is left, the folds show her good figure more and more.

Qiu Bo grabbed the opponent's hand and placed it on his stomach, he didn't mind the mixture of these things in his smile, "Actually, it started to hurt a long time ago."

Looking at his expression, it seemed that the pain was not his own at all.

Wan Junzhe was so distressed that his heart was clenched together, he turned his hands slowly, and said worriedly, "Then shall I call the doctor?"

"It's okay." Qiu Bo raised his eyes and looked at the infusion stand, "It's just that I have been on an empty stomach for too long, and it will be much better if I drink some porridge, so I don't need to worry about it."

Wan Junzhe followed Qiu Bo's line of sight, and the speed of drip seemed to be a bit fast.

"Panic? I'll slow it down for you."

Qiu Bo was noncommittal.

Qiu Bo's indifferent appearance reminded Wan Junzhe of how the other party looked on the phone before, and he suddenly remembered that he still had a lot to settle with Qiu Bo.

"Why, watching football is too exciting, accidentally triggering asthma?"

Wan Junzhe naturally knew that Qiu Bo wanted to cover up the abnormality of his voice through the noisy voice of the football game, and after hearing what the doctor said just now, Qiu Bo had been coughing for a long time when he was talking to him.

"En." Qiu Bo lied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, but he responded directly like this.

Wan Junzhe originally just wanted to reprimand Qiu Bo and finish the job, but Qiu Bo's reply aroused his anger, and today he must cure the boy's habit of lying and not blinking.

"It's like this after watching a football game..." There was a little sarcasm in his tone.

The implication is, when you do it, how can you do it?

Wan Junzhe would not touch on this aspect easily, nothing more than bullying Qiu Bo is a sick cat now, if Qiu Bo is alive and kicking now, if he wants to say such words, he really has to think carefully.

It's a pity that some sick cats are really sick, and some sick cats are just pretending to be sick.

How could Qiu Bo not understand what Wan Junzhe meant, but he pretended to be resentful, "I know you dislike him, so I didn't dare to tell you."

As he spoke, he pushed away Wan Junzhe's hand holding his appetite, got up and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, took a picture of his hand being infused, and sent it to Weibo.

The hand looks good, so the capture from any angle is also good-looking.

The comments below that distressed Qiu Bo instantly swiped the screen.

"But it's nothing." Qiu Bo waved his mobile phone in front of Wan Junzhe, "Some people don't dislike it."

After showing off, he took Wan Junzhe's hand and placed it on his stomach, squinting his eyes and lying down.

Wan Junzhe was also shocked by Qiu Bo's shameless operation, and withdrew his hand, "Isn't there some people who don't dislike you, go find them, what are you doing with me?"

At this moment, Qiu Bo, the little wolf dog and the milk dog, stopped pretending, "Mr. Wan, I didn't quarrel with you. It really hurts."

Wan Junzhe was most afraid of Qiu Bo's sudden seriousness, so he rubbed his hands together to warm up his appetite honestly.

Just when Wan Junzhe thought that Qiu Bo had fallen asleep and was about to leave, Qiu Bo suddenly made a sound.

"Now you dare to despise me, dare to be jealous?"

It wasn't about the question, Wan Junzhe was startled by someone speaking suddenly in the quiet room, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Qiu Bo didn't give Wan Junzhe a chance, and grabbed Wan Junzhe's wrist, "Mr. Wan was not like this a few days ago, he was always out of his mind."

Wan Junzhe looked at Qiu Bo, his expression was clear, and there was no trace of tiredness.

"You have to give me time to adjust my mentality..." It's not that Wan Junzhe couldn't break free from Qiu Bo's shackles, but he didn't dare to use force when he saw the other's hand with a needle.

"I don't think you seem to be adjusting your mentality," Qiu Bo sat up and said coldly, "I'm afraid that when you meet and see your ex, you are only thinking about rekindling your old relationship."

"I didn't!" Wan Junzhe hastily denied, instinctively wanting to shake off Qiu Bo's hand holding his wrist, but he didn't want the other party to hold it tighter.

"No? I don't even—" Qiu Bo coughed terribly before finishing his sentence.

Wan Junzhe hurriedly stroked Qiu Bo's back with the other hand, because the other hand was still controlled by Qiu Bo, so he had to hold Qiu Bo in his arms, "It's all my fault, Don't be angry...don't be angry..."

Qiu Bo's cough stopped instantly, he pushed Wan Junzhe about an arm's length away, and chuckled, "Mr. Wan, after adjusting your mentality for so long, is this the result?"

Wan Junzhe froze in place.

Qiu Bo picked up the slightly cold porridge from the bedside table, sipped mouthfuls, sat on the bed and crossed his legs, "What's wrong, tell me, I'm listening."

"The porridge is cold, I'll warm it up for you first—" Wan Junzhe wanted to change the subject.

"No, I like to drink it cold."

"If you drink like this, your stomach will feel uncomfortable again in a while." Wan Junzhe struggled to death.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll drink the whole bowl in one go now, and it will hurt me to death in a while, believe it or not?"

It's hard to tell who he's threatening.

Mr. Wan, who can usually talk nonsense when he sees people, is dead.

Qiu Bo sighed as he watched the other party's trembling progress bar that was about to be full.

"Don't say it, right? I'll say it." Qiu Bo put down the porridge.

"Do you know why I didn't answer the phone before? Because I was already coughing at that time, and I didn't want you to know."

"As for why I don't want you to know, it's because I don't think it's a big deal, and it will be over when the doctor comes."

"I called you again after I knew why, because I don't know what plot you can come up with based on your cranky thinking these days, so I have to find a reason to prevaricate."

"I was dizzy with a cough, and I had to think about how to make up an excuse. There were only two words in my mind: tired."

"Actually, I didn't think wildly..." Wan Junzhe, who was completely caught in the middle of his mind, stubbornly refused to admit the fact.

"If you hadn't been thinking wildly, you wouldn't be standing here now," Qiu Bo exposed Wan Junzhe mercilessly, "I really cared about being a stand-in before, very much."

"But when I think about it later, some things have causes and effects. If it weren't for the fact that I have a substitute, if it wasn't for the fact that I have such a face, Mr. Wan would not like me, so the current me is not so much It’s because I mind, it’s better to say that I’m more fortunate.”

"So, Mr. Wan, you should also turn your concern into gratitude, okay?"

Wan Junzhe hugged Qiu Bo again, "Okay."

Qiu Bo slowly leaned his weight on Wan Junzhe, and said very tiredly, "I'm already old, and I have to drag my sick body to coax me. It's ashamed but not ashamed."

"Little brat is really stiff, dare to dislike me for being old." Wan Junzhe stroked Qiu Bo's back.

Seeing that his favorability was about to reach full value, Qiu Bo ignored the title of "little brat" for the time being.

after awhile.

"Qiu Bo, I love you."

Qiu Bo continued to pretend to be dead in Wan Junzhe's arms.

Wan Junzhe waited for a while before he got a reply, so he patted Qiu Bo on the back, "Reply, brat."

"I love you too, Junzhe." Qiu Bo smiled and rubbed against his chest.

And, goodbye, my Mr. Wan.

world interval

"Boss, are you awake?" the staff member looked at Zhong Wenguang who was sitting on the edge of the nutrition warehouse, and asked tentatively.

It took ten seconds for Zhong Wenguang to focus his eyes and finally figured out the surrounding situation.

He took a deep breath slowly, and when he exhaled it seemed to be mixed with a sigh, "Wake up."

"Five worlds, big brother...?" The staff waited for instructions with a tablet full of data.

"Wake up, I'll smoke a cigarette."

"Okay." The staff left in a hurry.

Finally Wenguang was holding a cigarette in a big guy's pose, and managed to choke before he could maintain the pose for more than three seconds.

Zhong Wenguang coughed a lot by himself, but it didn't prevent him from hearing the chuckle behind him.

Finally Wenguang didn't have the nerve to look back, he choked out the cigarette in a second, waved his hand to disperse the only two wisps of smoke in the air, and then pretended nothing happened.

He Zhe didn't expose it, and pressed his finger on Zhong Wenguang's temple, "Headache again?"

"No... I never have a headache."

"En." He Zhe agreed with his lips, but his hands continued to move, "Did I make you angry before?"

Finally Wenguang thought for a while, "Why do you ask that?"

"Pain," He Zhe glanced at the data on the watch, "It's in an unadjustable state."

Finally Wenguang remembered that this incident must be caused by the side effects of the memory blocker.

"Ah, this, I'll call you back now." Zhong Wenguang reached for He Zhe's arm, but he dodged it.

"what happened?"

"In your fourth world, you have suicidal tendencies." Wenguang Zhong touched He Zhe's arm quietly again. "I turned off the pain adjustment when I got angry. I didn't think carefully."

"That's it, it should be closed, there is no need to adjust it."

"Don't!" Zhong Wenguang became anxious all of a sudden, "I'll adjust it to 80.00% shieldable for you, okay?"

He Zhe didn't speak.

"Then... 70.00%?"

He Zhe still did not respond.

"Sixty, it can't be lower." Zhong Wenguang almost hugged He Zhe so that he could reach the wrist behind his back.

"Okay, then 60.00%," He Zhe took advantage of the situation and put Zhong Wenguang in his arms, "I will adjust it myself."

"You can't adjust it yourself, I didn't give you the right to open it..."

"Beep - the maximum pain shielding setting of 60.00% has been confirmed."

Finally Wenguang got up from He Zhe's arms all of a sudden, staring at him carefully.

This time it was He Zhe who panicked, "I...don't have this authority?"

"Yes," Zhong Wenguang nodded slowly, "No."

"Hannah! Call out He Zhe's authority level." Zhong Wenguang's tone turned cold instantly.

"Hello, the highest authority, He Zhe's authority level is - no authority."

"Hannah, check the permissions He Zhe has."

"Hello, the highest authority, He Zhe has found a total of authority, which can set the pain shielding value."

"Hannah, when and who approved this permission."

"Hello, the person with the highest authority, the authority was approved 4 minutes ago, and the person who approved it is—the person with the highest authority, Zhong Wenguang."

"Okay," Zhong Wenguang/qiji laughed back, "I don't know the authority I approved 4 minutes ago. He Zhe, why don't you explain it?"

"Hannah," He Zhe looked at Zhong Wenguang for a long time, and finally had no choice but to speak slowly, "Call out my real authority."

"Hello, your system shows that the permission is now no permission, and your real permission is—creator permission."

Final Wenguang looked at He Zhe calmly, but if he looked carefully, he was trembling slightly.

"He Zhe, I never really rescued you from the roof... In other words, I found you a place where you can die more easily and comfortably, didn't you?"

"Wen Guang..."

"If the highest authority wants to approve euthanasia, it's just going through a process and entering a few instructions. In the creator authority, I'm afraid it's enough to click confirmation?"

Thinking of this, Wen Guanghou was so frightened that he could hardly stand up.

He Zhe put his arms around Zhong Wenguang's waist so that the other party could stand on his own, "No, Wenguang, I promised you to persevere in living. When did I not do what I promised you?"

In the end, Wenguang was still in a state of extreme fear and did not come out, because he was shaking even more because he tried his best to calm down.

Because of the frosted glass, the staff couldn't see clearly what the two people in the room were doing, they could only see a rough shadow.

"Do you think that although the boss is usually very tough in front of us, he has never seen him say a serious word to Brother He, even if something like that happened..."

"Yeah, the relationship between the two is so good, how can Brother He be willing to let our leader commit suicide?"

"I think, the appearance of our boss has delayed Brother He's suicide plan. Remember the euthanasia function? To be honest, a system that exists for psychotherapy and hospice care, what's the use of designing euthanasia options?"

"Isn't the euthanasia function always on?"

"Yes, it has always been there, that is, when Big Brother He himself designed it at the beginning—"

"I go!"

"Brother He was not in good condition later, and the construction of the entire system was handed over to our leader, but Brother He knew clearly at that time that the system was about to be successfully established. It took so many years of hard work, but he even finally returned Waiting for a few days to see the results can't wait any longer...Brother He is probably true, so he can't hold on."

Finally Wenguang hugged He Zhe tightly.

"You are not allowed to die."

He Zhe was in pain from being strangled by Zhong Wenguang's arm, but he still smiled, "Well, I won't die."

"If you dare to die, I'll wipe my neck and find you immediately. If I catch you, I'll beat you up."

"You can do whatever you want."

Finally Wenguang took out his nonsense, "You didn't refute that you didn't dare to die."

He Zhe didn't speak, and pressed his watch behind Zhong Wenguang's back.

"Beep—the pain shielding function has been turned off."

"Ahem," Zhong Wenguang froze, "Well, if you don't say it, then don't say it. I'm sorry you don't dare."

"Beep - the maximum pain shielding setting of 60.00% has been confirmed."

Finally Wenguang hugged He Zhe for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"No, it's you who hurt when you don't block the pain, not me, why am I so anxious?"

"The pain is in my body, the pain is in your heart."

"Well, that makes sense." Zhong Wenguang nodded frequently.

In this way, the original purpose of the treatment was to let He Zhe develop the habit of showing weakness, and not to support everything by himself, and finally Wenguang saw He Zhe frown, so he could do everything well. treatment results.

"Is there something wrong?" He Zhe smiled and asked the staff who were preparing for the next world setting.

"No, no." The staff quickly shook their heads.

Boss, you should ask for more blessings in the future...

world interval

3:00PM.

After working continuously for sixteen hours, Zhong Wenguang was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone on a rare occasion.

Seeing the word "A Zhe" displayed on the screen, the depression of getting up was swept away.

"Azhe."

He Zhe could hear the exhaustion that could not be concealed in Zhong Wenguang's voice, and a sense of guilt filled his heart, "Did I disturb you?"

"It's okay, you said it's miraculous or not, only your phone call can wake me up." Zhong Wenguang didn't hear the cautiousness in He Zhe's tone, so he had to say, "Miss me?"

"En." He Zhe heard the sound of wind blowing in the background.

Why are you making this call?He Zhe asked himself.Maybe I want to listen to Zhong Wenguang's voice for the last time.

Maybe it's subconscious still wanting to ask for help?Forget it, He Zhe, do you deserve to live in this world?

"Aren't you at home? Why did you go behind my back and didn't call me."

Knowing the news of his death, will Wen Guang be more angry or sad?You see, you can never bring good things to others.

By the way, the system is still under his own name, if it is transferred to Wen Guang, he should be happy.

Half of He Zhe has already leaned out of the railing, "The contract on the transfer of ownership of the system——"

"A Zhe," Zhong Wenguang was still in a daze, but he woke up in an instant, "Okay, why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing..." It doesn't matter anymore, He Zhe looked at the flat ground, thinking about how to jump down so as not to die too ugly, "I want to make you happy."

Finally Wenguang heard the wind from the phone again, and suddenly thought of the other party's slightly depressed mood in recent days, some bad thoughts flashed in his mind, "He Zhe... where are you now?"

The only reply to Zhong Wenguang was the sound of breathing.

Sure enough, you were discovered, and you can't even die quietly, you are such a waste.

"Azhe, don't scare me, talk."

"I'm... fine." He Zhe retreated to the roof of the building, knelt on the ground and put his head against the edge of the railing, "I'm smoking on the balcony, the wind is a bit strong."

Wen Guang, trust me once, don't ask me any more.

"Azhe, wait for me, I'll go find you," Zhong Wenguang said while locating the source of the call, stuffing a tube of medicine into his pocket, "No matter what, wait until I arrive before making a decision, promise me. "

"Okay, I promise you."

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3:20PM.

In early autumn, the weather is getting cooler gradually, but the temperature at three o'clock in the afternoon still makes people a little irritable.

Finally Wenguang saw He Zhe curled up beside the guardrail, and dialed the phone.

He Zhe didn't answer and looked at Zhong Wenguang who was downstairs.

Finally Wenguang did not show any abnormality, instead he smiled and waved at He Zhe, as if meeting each other in front of a movie theater and seeing each other's lovers in the distance.

"Hey, Ah Zhe, I haven't heard my voice for 15 minutes, miss me?" He didn't stand stupidly downstairs, but rushed directly into the stairwell.

He Zhe chuckled lightly, short of breath: "A little bit."

"Then...do you want to hug me?" Zhong Wenguang almost smashed the phone in his hand, but his tone seemed to be coaxing his partner who was having a temper tantrum, but his voice was still uncontrollable, mixed with crying.

"Wen Guang, don't recruit me." He Zhe bit the tip of his tongue at some point, but couldn't feel the slightest smell of blood.

Yeah, when was the last time you could taste it?He no longer remembers.

"It's for me, Ah Zhe... No matter how uncomfortable it is, just hold on for another 10 minutes, okay?"

"Ten minutes is too long," He Zhe looked up at the sky, "I can't wait so long."

"It doesn't take 10 minutes, just wait for me to be by your side, soon, let me give you one last hug, okay?"

Finally Wenguang did not lie, he will arrive soon.

He Zhe smiled helplessly, as if accepting his fate.

"From now on, you don't have to hold on any longer," Wenguang Zhong hugged He Zhe, and slowly injected the medicine, "With me here, I will hold on for you."

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He Zhe slept soundly because of the effect of the medicine, but Wenguang finally didn't dare to let He Zhe out of his sight, and discussed the treatment process with the team in a low voice not far from He Zhe through a layer of glass.

"How is He Zhe now?"

"Depression has relapsed, and the cause is unknown." The therapist looked at the report in his hand and frowned. "The side effects of the conventional treatment drugs are relatively serious, and the simulation results of building a world for psychological counseling are not ideal."

"It doesn't work if you use the system to guide it?" Zhong Wenguang turned to ask the technician.

"Our entire system was almost created by Brother He, so... the interference is serious." The technician shook his head helplessly, "Some system loopholes that may appear have little effect on other patients, but if they are discovered by Brother He, the consequences will be serious." It's hard to predict."

"Even if the memory is blocked?"

"It's best not to take this risk, unless it's... the world created by Brother He himself,"

"That..." The data recorder weakly raised his hand, "Brother He has constructed ten worlds with his own hands. There is absolutely no system loophole, but there is no healing effect."

"What kind of world is it? Travel, adventure, suspense?" Zhong Wenguang looked at the storage terminal, "It doesn't show on the record."

"I told you to save it for your wedding and honeymoon," the recorder clicked into an encrypted storage point, "Brother He didn't tell anyone else, and I only found out by accident."

"Although the world was built a year ago, there is no problem with compatibility." The technician nodded.

"Let me confirm the content of the world." The therapist accepted the information of the simulated world, first saw the design like a strategy game, and then fell silent after glancing at the three capital letters of ABO.

Everyone fell into worry, "Is the content unsatisfactory?"

"Nor... no," the therapist said with a complicated heart. "It's better to say that the setting is quite ideal. I need to discuss the details with the technician and add some things. Maybe there will be some healing effects."

"Okay, He Zhe seems to be awake, I'll go over to see him." Finally Wenguang did not doubt that he was there.

He Zhe only felt the pain of a pinprick on his head, and couldn't bear even a little light, so he subconsciously blocked the light with his hands.

Finally Wenguang saw him, and hurried forward to cover He Zhe's eyes, "Is it better?"

Even though the physical pain did not ease by half, the time for the onset of depression had passed, and He Zhe began to secretly regret his impulse.

"Well," He Zhe tentatively patted Zhong Wenguang's head, "You must be frightened."

"I discovered the world you constructed before." Wenguang finally avoided the topic of the roof. "The therapist is perfecting it. I heard that you designed it for our honeymoon. It must be very interesting."

He Zhe was taken aback, then smiled, "Yes, I will pursue you ten times in the virtual world."

Zhong Wenguang did not expect such a setting, "Then you are not at a loss. I put so much effort in chasing you back then. I didn't even have to chase ten people so hard."

"Well, it's my fault."

"Where did you go? It's your fault. It's obviously because I'm too bad at chasing people. That's it. If the depression relapses, you won't tell me. What's more, I don't know anything about you suffering from depression. I will have to discuss with the therapist in a while, and I will help you develop a good habit of showing weakness, how can you handle everything by yourself."

"Okay," He Zhe was [-]% obedient, "I'll listen to you."

In Zhong Wenguang's heart, He Zhe has always been a humorous and free-spirited person who loves life. Where has he ever seen the other party so cautiously, it is even more distressing.

"You rest for a while, and soon we will meet in the first world," Wenguang Zhong dimmed the light in the room, "I have to go and perfect the world setting with the therapist."

"Wenguang," He Zhe stood up struggling, grabbed Zhong Wenguang's wrist, and said for no reason: "I will live a good life."

"Azhe, even if you don't tell me, I will let you live a good life."

sixth world first

A fox and a weasel stared at each other for a long time.

"Have you seen enough?" Cen Yu closed his fan, "Put it in the cage when you have seen enough."

"I can't see enough, I can't see enough," I saw the weasel jumped off the table and turned into a human form, looking like a childish servant, "500 years of cultivation, forcibly cut out and turned into a half-dead fox, said If you go out, you will be mad at how many little goblins who have just formed."

"If it's really that easy to get mad, then there's no need to become a spirit."

From nowhere, Cen Yu conjured up a golden silk cage, with a soft cushion covered with cloud silk brocade on the bottom.The white fox, who was still like a dead thing just now, got up and obediently got into the cage, stretched out its claws and closed the door of the cage, found a suitable posture, and formed a fluffy white circle in the center of the cage.

When the weasel saw it, he clapped his hands very ignorantly.

Regardless of the wretchedness of the weasel's behavior, no matter whether it is a human figure or a prototype, it has a good skin that looks wrong.Cen Yu has long been used to the bluffing appearance in front of him, so naturally he won't be fooled, but it's hard to tell if it's someone else.

After staring at it for a while, and seeing no more reaction from the white fox, the weasel also felt bored, and moved closer to Cen Yu, "Your thunder disaster is approaching, so keep these 500 years of cultivation by your side, it will be more or less stable, and you don't have to die so soon." Send it to the palace."

"It's just a small catastrophe. Even if it takes 500 years of cultivation to be the worst, it will only kill half of your life. You can't die." Cen Yu paused at the corner of the book with his fingertips, and raised his head, "Why are you talking so much nonsense today?"

"Because my heart hurts!" The weasel was heartbroken, "Find a bronze mirror to take a look at your face, you can't be so presumptuous even if you have a high cultivation level!"

Cen Yu sneered, "Really, do you love me?"

"I love you because I love you," Weasel shook his head, "It's all the same, it's all the same."

Before Cen Yu could say anything more, he heard the voice of the little eunuch from the gate of the mansion:

"Emperor-up-drive-to-"

"Minister—see the emperor." All the servants in the courtyard knelt down one after another, only Cen Yu was perfunctory and did not show great courtesy; Yin Jiamao made three steps at a time, and rushed to Cen Yu to help him up.

"Ai Qing, please get up quickly, why did you lose weight after just a few days?" Yin Jiamao's expression was full of worry, if it wasn't for Cen Yu's almost non-existing favorability reminder on the system interface, he would have almost believed it.

"I feel the wind and cold occasionally, and it will be much better in a few days. Thank you, the emperor, for your concern."

"Why did you catch the wind and cold, it must be that these servants are not taking good care of you!"

Seeing that Yin Jiamao was about to start talking nonsense by "caring for his courtiers", Cen Yu raised his hand to interrupt: "The emperor is here today, what is the matter?"

"I heard that Aiqing is ill, and I'm very worried." Yin Jiamao went into the room and sat down, "It's the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is said that this realgar wine can 'kill all poisons and ward off all evil', so I brought it with me specially. The best come to drink with the national teacher. Come on, let's drink!"

Before Cen Yu said anything, the weasel knelt down beside the emperor, "Go back to the emperor, the doctor said, my master is ill, it is really not suitable for drinking."

"Huang Babai, don't worry too much."

Not only did Huang Babai not back down, but he kowtowed even more vigorously, "Your Majesty, I don't know, my master has always liked to drink, and he restrained himself because he was sick these two days. It may not matter if you persuade him to drink a glass of wine, but if he gets aroused Let him drink again after eating a glutton, the slave will be punished by the doctor."

Yin Jiamao completely missed the point, "Oh? I don't know that the national teacher loves wine."

Cen Yu is not really a wine lover, but one day while drinking tea, he accidentally asked what kind of water was made, and the maid answered that it was the dew collected last year, which made him almost spit it out.

Although the dew is clean, and it is probably not a problem if it is boiled, but as a native modern person, Cen Yu still has physiological discomfort to the water that has been left for a year and a half.

So since then, Cen Yu has been more inclined to drink. Anyway, the degree is low, and he will basically not get drunk.

"I do love wine, but I don't drink well." Cen Yu rubbed the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyes: "I have been watching the sky these days and nights, and I saw that although the four assistants are dark, they have the appearance of rejuvenation. Lenovo, although the minister has been ill for the past few days , I believe it will be fine soon.”

Yin Jiamao nodded, as if his left ear went in and his right ear came out.

"I also observed that there is a change in the North Pole, but I think there is no major change in the palace. The difference may be the body of the dragon. I saw that the emperor's dragon body is healthy today, but the weather is hot. To be on the safe side, I suggest Your Majesty these days, prohibits meat, alcohol and most importantly, sexual abstinence."

"...En?" Yin Jiamao has never believed in celestial phenomena, so he didn't listen to what Cen Yu was saying at all. He didn't react until he heard that he was going to be banned from this and that, "How many days are these days?"

"I'm just responsible for observing the sky, I can't predict it." Cen Yu raised his wine glass and smiled: "If the emperor spares me this glass of realgar wine, maybe...the sky will be the same tomorrow."

Threats, naked threats!

Yin Jiamao knew that with his own power, he still had no way to compete with Cen Yu.He is the emperor, but if Cen Yu really wants to ban him from meat, then there won't be a drop of oil in his lunch tomorrow.

Someone told him that Cen Yu was a demon, and he said it with certainty.Although he didn't fully believe it, there was nothing to lose if he tried it.If it really turns out that Cen Yu is a demon, then the other party will end up in a situation where everyone shouts and beats him; if Cen Yu is not a demon, and he is just given a glass of realgar wine, what else can the other party do to him?

If Cen Yu showed a look of unwillingness to appreciate face and disdain to drink that wine, Yin Jiamao would not think it was a problem; but now Cen Yu actually wants to threaten himself with abstinence from alcohol, meat and sex, there must be something wrong!

"Since it is the suggestion of the national teacher, then why should I not listen to it?" Yin Jiamao raised his hand, "Cen Guoshi, please."

Cen Yu drank the realgar wine in his hand, and poured himself another glass without finishing it, "I must observe the astrology every day, and once the astronomy improves, I will report to His Majesty as soon as possible."

Yin Jiamao narrowed his eyes to see Cen Yu's reaction, and waited for a while before speaking, "Guoshi is really good at drinking."

Huang Babai was terrified watching from the sidelines, and accidentally knocked down the cage that Cen Yu had just put on the ground.

The white fox inside was quite dissatisfied with this, and called out angrily.

After all, Yin Jiamao grew up in the palace and did not need to raise children outside. He grew up with cats and dogs since he was a child.The white fox was really handsome, not like ordinary things.

Although under Cen Yu's coercion and temptation just now, he didn't know how long he would cut off his oil and water, but he couldn't stand the lethality of the plush creature, and Yin Jiamao's attention was attracted for a while.

Although the white fox was formed by Cen Yu's practice, it does not need Cen Yu to control it all the time.If Cen Yu didn't allocate his mind to it, it would just eat and sleep normally without any emotion.

"When did the national teacher get a white fox, I don't even know." Yin Jiamao squatted down, stretched out his index finger through the gap in the cage to tease, the white fox also cooperated very well, moved his head to Yin Jiamao, squinted his eyes, and grunted in satisfaction Voice.

"The people below didn't know where they found it. They said it was an auspicious thing. I don't know if it's auspicious or not, but it made my master's hair all over, so I'm planning to send it out."

Huang Babai knew that Cen Yu's morality was high, but he didn't know if Cen Yu's morality could hold down the realgar wine, so he rushed to talk about everything, lest Yin Jiamao would notice something was wrong.

"I feel that I have a good affinity with this white fox. Since Aiqing doesn't want to keep it, instead of sending it away, I would rather let me take it back to the palace." Yin Jiamao has already hugged the fox in his arms, the plush feel is simply incomparable.

"It's just a beast. If the emperor likes it, he can take it away." Cen Yu didn't care much.

Yin Jiamao laid the fox in Cen Yu's mansion for a long time, but he didn't see any discomfort in Cen Yu, so he knew that the so-called "monster subduing master" was bluffing him.Lamenting that the special small stew in the Imperial Dining Room is gone forever, but it is not too bad to have a fox to relieve boredom.

"Minister—respectfully send the emperor off."

Yin Jiamao didn't look back when he left the mansion, so naturally he didn't see Cen Yu kneeling, but he didn't get up again.

"Hey, my ancestor," Huang Babai hurriedly lifted Cen Yu off the ground, and brought a spittoon to Cen Yu, "I know you don't have the strength now, but you have to throw up this wine Come out! If this thing is really digested, it will be a bad thing!"

It was rare for Cen Yu to listen to Huang Babai's words, but what he vomited out was basically dark red blood.

"I said, isn't it true that the higher the cultivation base, the more abnormal the brain? If you want Jiangshan, Yin Jiamao has not been on the throne for a long time anyway, and it will be over when you deal with it. If you don't want it, the whole world can go wherever it wants. What do you do here as a teacher of Laoshizi? Realgar wine is delicious or how do you get it?"

Although Huang Babai's own cultivation level is not high, he can fight better than a young goblin.It's just that he offended someone who shouldn't be offended before, so he had to stay beside Cen Yu to seek shelter.

It's just that demons have always looked down on mortals, so naturally seeing Cen Yu being tossed about by mere human beings, he would not get angry.

"I have a calamity—"

"Why, the thunder can't find you when you leave the capital?" If there is a calamity, there will be a calamity. Whoever has become a master has not been struck several times.

"Love robbery."

"What was I, mere—wait, Qing Jie?"

Cen Yu's