old scheming

In the Nantianmen, beside the Yaochi, one big and one small walked slowly hand in hand. In the early morning, 99 divine birds outside Lingxiao Temple began to sing.

The older one is wearing a white dress with a dragon pattern, and the younger one is wearing a black dress. Both of them have their hair in the same bun.

The big hand held a handful of fairyland water, washed the child's face, and then dried it gently with a towel, with extremely gentle movements.He said: "Whether you are in the Mortal Tribe or Jiutian Yaochi, you have to wash your face. As long as you wake up after sleeping, you must wash your face."

"Why?" asked the little one, blinking his big eyes.

"Wash away the dirt, wash away the past, every day starting today is a brand new self." The elder pinched his nose and smiled softly: "Look at our Yaoer, we are really clean."

"And the belt. Come here." The older one waved, and the younger one ran over, "What's the matter, Master?"

"Even if you're a man, you have to fasten your belt so that you look crisp and neat. Father God will like you even more when he sees it." As he spoke, he untied his belt and fastened it again.

"Has Father God returned?"

"Well! He also brought back a few artifacts and told us to choose them. Yao'er, what kind of weapon do you like?"

"Master, what do you think I should choose?"

……

Su Mu woke up from a dream, with an unspeakable depression in his chest.

Chapter by chapter, Su Mu dreamed of these two people countless times, but he never saw the face of the man in black clearly, not even once when he was a child or as an adult.When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was hugging He Bo with both hands and feet. Fortunately, he was still asleep, so he gently separated himself from him, then turned around and planned to continue sleeping.Unexpectedly, just as he turned over, the person next to him also turned over, and he didn't know whether he was intentional or not, but instead hugged Su Mu.

After all, there was a little accident last night, Su Mu froze for a while, and found that the people behind him were not moving except to surround him with hands and feet, so he relaxed and fell into a dream.

It wasn't until he was breathing evenly that Su Guyao slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his nose lightly on the back of his neck, and after rubbing his nose, he was annoyed, and he seemed even more arrogant after not bowing his head.

Last night Su Guyao stared at Su Mu for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual about him other than asking "Who are you?", slowly let go of his hanging heart, picked up the spoon, and drank a bowl of soup.

Not long after, Su Guyao was lying on the bed, and Su Mu was still sitting at the table. At this time, the snacks had been removed, and he sat there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The thin back is straight and straight, the belt is wrapped around a narrow waistline, and the slender legs are naturally bent.

I don't know why there are so many beautiful places, but Su Guyao's mind is full of his right hand that is inadvertently beating rhythms on the table. That hand has well-defined bones, can draw pictures, can dance swords, once patted his head, touched Passing over his face, the warm touch seemed to be just yesterday, and it slid into the bottom of my heart, leaving a burst of embarrassment.

Su Guyao thought about it and suddenly became curious, didn't he have any desires?Had he not thought of such a thing?Did he ever use that hand to soothe himself?

Su Guyao propped up his imaginative head on the bed, in every flower dream with him, that hand used to walk on his body, probe down, whispering whispers hit his eardrums intermittently, because he is his master , Su Guyao tried his best to restrain himself and abide by etiquette every time, even after waking up from the dream.

The more restrained, the stronger the desire suppressed in the heart, Su Guyao stopped the car in time and couldn't think about it anymore.He felt his hands and feet began to heat up, as if a fire was simmering in his chest that was about to explode.

"Do you think it's hot in the temple?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Su Mu sat there and was thinking about how to get close to him. Hearing what he said, he immediately trotted over, took a book on the bedside and fanned him, "Is Lord He Bo cool off now?" the voice said. As soon as Su Mu came out, I felt like a dog leg.

As his arms swayed up and down, the wide sleeves slid down, revealing half of his forearm like a white radish.

Su Guyao felt that he was getting hotter, so he pulled him over and turned over to hold him down.

The two were close at hand, breathing intertwined, Su Mu looked at him and smiled, but Su Guyao still saw a trace of tension in his calm eyes.

God is indeed a god. He was pale and sickly when we first met him, but his face recovered so quickly and his face was rosy. Su Mu looked at the person on his head, his lips were as red as blood, and then his lips pressed against him. Own.

In an instant, Su Mu's tender eyes turned into forbearance and introversion, but gradually, his breathing became more and more rapid amidst the chaotic gnawing.His hand seemed to be on fire, and it burned wherever he touched it.

It wasn't until Su Mu was almost out of breath that he suddenly became sober. He didn't know when his clothes were unbuttoned, and He Bo was walking on him with his hands, chest, lower abdomen, and continued down.

When Su Mu touched the hot and hard thing like a soldering iron, he pushed him away instantly. The force was just enough not to anger him, Su Mu thought.

"Master He Bo, you haven't promised me to return the water to the sea of ​​darkness!" Su Mu changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, which seemed a bit coquettish.

"Being so arrogant when you want something from others."

Su Mu knew what He Bo was suppressing, so he didn't dare to do anything, just listened to him continue: "If He Bo wasn't me, would you also plan to dedicate yourself like this?"

What "dedication" is so ugly, but Su Mu didn't refute him, and murmured in his heart: What does it matter to you whether I dedicate it to you or to others?

Su Guyao saw that Su Mu was in a daze and did not speak, so he lay down and said simply: "Sleep."

In the silence of the night, the breathing sound of the person next to the pillow became more and more obvious. At first he was still hugging Su Mu, but later he simply turned over and lay on his back. He was afraid that the line of defense he had kept for thousands of years would collapse like this.

The next day, Su Mu woke up and found that the Hebo man had disappeared, and he was the only one left on the empty big bed. He covered his head with a quilt, helpless and helpless: "Well, why do you have to take on this job? Why do you still have to do it now?" What kind of game or customer service did you come up with, saying that I was born to kill He Bo?"

Jingle!

"Oh my god! Big brother! The former customer service girl said that you are a showman, but I still don't believe it. You really can speak vernacular!"

"Sister, can't you see that your customer is in a bad mood?"

"Brother, you are in a bad mood, and our boss is not in a better mood than you."

"boss?"

"Oh my god! I forgot that you don't remember anything. In short, you can pass the 29th level of He Bo's heart."

In the Xiangming Palace, Su Guyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking up slightly, as if he wanted to find hope in the dark sea where even the divine power of light could not shine.

Uncle Ming stood behind him and said: "The inner alchemy of the God of War is by his side, and his complexion and divine power have recovered much faster. Those monsters are also very afraid when they sense it, and the water has receded."

"There are ten more... No, the nine girls are the same as before, sent ashore."

After hearing this, Su Guyao sneered and said, "There's no need to send them away, just bring them back."

"What?" Uncle Ming was startled, as if he heard it wrong.

"Wait for the right time to play it!"

"When is the right time?"

Su Guyao didn't speak any more.

Although Uncle Ming was puzzled, he ordered someone to do it.

***

"There is no water in the abdominal cavity of the three corpses. According to Dr. Liu's previous records, there is only water in the ears and nose, which means that they are most likely thrown into the water after death. This has nothing to do with Hebo water ghosts. So what is the murderer's purpose in doing this?"

Wang Qingping thought carefully, feeling cold on the back of his neck, he put down the materials, walked out of the morgue, hurried all the way, accidentally bumped into Gao Huan.

"Oops! You hit me to death! Mr. Wang, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"Exactly, let me ask you, how did Mr. Liu die?"

"He stumbled and fell into the water and drowned." Gao Huan was dumbfounded by his question.

"That's right, throw them into the river together with the autopsy records, so as not to be found out by others, the murderer is too poisonous." Wang Qingping slandered in his heart, "I guess the page of autopsy records I saw was due to the murderer's negligence. of."

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"

At this time, Hua Xiangrong's panicked voice came, Wang Qingping originally planned to look for her, and didn't want to run into Gao Huan, so he asked him a few questions by the way.At this moment, he had an intuition that something was wrong, so he quickly ran to Hua Xiangrong.

I saw Hua Xiangrong hugging girl Fengran, while Gao Fengran was short of breath, her lips were purple, and her seven orifices were bleeding.

"What should I do, brother?"

Based on years of experience, Wang Qingping shook his head directly without feeling his pulse.

"No...not...He Bo, it's...a person..."

She seemed to wake up just before she died, and Wang Qingping knew what she was going to say, so he asked, "Who is it?"

"……knife……"

"Kill you with a knife? What knife? Are you the only one who escaped?"

"Knife...Knife..." Gao Fengran said the word "knife" as if he had exhausted his last breath, and then he tilted his head and lost his anger.

Gao Huan got in touch with the people in Gaojia Village and sent Gao Fengran's body back to his hometown. When Li Rusi heard the news, he was sitting in the lobby of the government office drinking tea, the corners of his mouth curled up behind the cup.

"Master." A man covered with a black mask called him furtively.

Li Rusi put down the teacup, and the tea in the cup vibrated out, he was slightly annoyed: "Why are you here in broad daylight?"

"My lord, they didn't come back." The man trembled and knelt in front of him.

"What? What do you mean you didn't come back?"

"We waited all night, but no one sent them back. The brothers are all on the shore now, and my heart is a little scared, so I came to ask the lord what he meant."

Li Rusi thought for a while, with a displeased expression on his face, "Keep waiting! Don't let me wipe your ass again. If someone else escapes like Gao Fengran, don't come back to see me!"