Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

Zhao Wuya succeeded in breaking through the realm. He woke up after only being in a coma for an afternoon, but he was blinded by the light of the thunder robbery, but he still hasn't recovered. No matter how he cultivated, he was a little anxious. Ya even came here to make fun of him: "What's wrong, you still can't see?"

Hu Le said angrily: "So what, it's none of your business!"

"He's fierce, can you be more gentle." Zhao Wuya suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched his nose, bewildered: "What medicine did you take by mistake today?"

Zhao Wuya felt a little ashamed of himself: "Isn't it okay to coax you?"

Hu Liao became more and more suspicious, and snorted: "I'm temporarily blind, and I'll be fine in two or three days, so I don't need you to coax me."

Zhao Wuya said: "If you are really blind, I can support you for the rest of your life."

Hu Liao was really startled: "Who are you? You wouldn't be struck by lightning and lose your soul, right? You're not Zhao Wuya, where did you come from?"

Zhao Wuya got really impatient, pinched his chin and said viciously: "I am your husband!" He pressed down and kissed him.

"Get lost!" Hu Li was furious, kicked him in the face firmly, and ran away.

Ever since Hu Li ran away in anger that day, Zhao Wuya has always missed him.

I think of the way he sleeps with his eyes squinted under the blanket, the panting and dazzled appearance of him under him, the moaning sound of his being bitten, and his soft body, held in his arms. The feel in it is not bad, like his feet are as white as tender bamboo shoots.

The meat that has not been eaten in the mouth is always extra delicious.

I want to finish what I didn't finish that day, and I feel itchy.

But this piece of meat was not so easy to eat, which made him very depressed.Depressed and needed to be resolved, he stayed in Hanyue Garden for two days with his friends.Hanyueyuan is full of beauties, with different styles, and there are a lot of charming flowers who know how to be cute and flirtatious. Any one you pick out is more vulgar than that one. They are rude, uneducated, family background, and cultured, and they don’t look good. Hu Liaoqiang is ten thousand times stronger.

But he suddenly felt that these delicate flowers have become tasteless, they are very obedient, sometimes they know what to do with a wink, and they are easy to accept his love, with a charming and mellow voice, even better than Huang Lier.

But it's just tasteless.

He pulled it out suddenly, and irritatedly pulled off his robe and put it on. The beauty who was in heaven a moment ago fell into hell in the blink of an eye. She straightened up in a panic, her eyes were pitiful, and she was about to cry: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's boring." He frowned, not knowing where the dryness came from.

The beauty asked cautiously: "Young master, do you think the slave's family is not well served?"

Zhao Wuya looked at her: "It's okay, you did a good job."

The beauty shyly said: "Then..." Zhao Wuya got up and strode out, the beauty clenched her red lips, reluctantly got out of bed, and went to wait on him.

Zhao Wuya wandered around the corridor several times, she stood at the door without daring to breathe a breath, seeing him walking, she suddenly decided: "Go and find a young man."

The beauty didn't dare to neglect, she lightly moved lotus steps out of the yard.Zhao Wuya sat and waited for a while, the beauty led a young man back, that young man was born extremely handsome, with red lips and white teeth, his skin was well maintained, delicate and tender as visible to the naked eye, as white as smooth jade.

Xiao Guan stepped forward, the beauty stepped back, Zhao Wuya stared at the young man: "Come here."

The young man took a few steps up, it seemed that he wanted to sit on his lap, but he didn't dare, he pursed his lips with a shy and innocent face, Zhao Wuya took his hand, it was fragrant and soft, as soft as boneless, he rubbed it After rubbing it, he suddenly dropped it: "Forget it, you can go down."

The young man was panic-stricken, and the beauty didn't like it, so she hurriedly dragged him away, not daring to disturb him again.

Zhao Wuya went back to the house, lifted the wine on the table to the roof, facing the cold wind, the moonlight was bright, he thought aimlessly: He has played with so many beauties, they all seem to be similar.

No matter how stunning and stunning, it seems to be the same in bed, and in the end I can't even remember the exact appearance of my face.

Presumably because there are too many?

He drank until he finished drinking, lying on the ridge of the roof hazy, the summer night sky was full of stars, and the stars were so bright that they seemed to fall into the sky at any time, he fell asleep in a trance, dreaming that he was lying on the bed, and someone was giving him a massage , the hands are a little rough, the index finger and middle finger have calluses, and the back is rustling and itchy when scratched, which is unexpectedly comfortable.

He couldn't see the massager's face while lying on his stomach, but he thought that person should be his Taoist partner, Zhao Fanghu.Hu Sanwan - it's really ugly.

He thought it was fun, and shouted: "Hu Sanwan!"

Zhao Fanghu stopped, twisted a small ball of flesh fiercely, and twisted it around, causing him to yell in pain: "Who are you calling? Who is Hu Sanwan?"

"Isn't your name just Hu Sanwan?" Zhao Wuya twisted his back, Zhao Fanghu snorted, and vaguely said something, it seemed to be his own name, it started with Hu, but it wasn't Sanwan, it was as short as a shooting star, he I can't hear you clearly, I want to ask again.He went on to say, "That's my name, don't you understand?"

"I know, I know." He grabbed his hand with his backhand, clasping his fingers tightly.His hands were dipped in essential oil, full of the fragrance of jasmine, his skin was rough, and the calluses were of different shapes, he could tell when he touched them.

It's him.

Zhao Wuya kicked his legs, woke up, and almost rolled off the roof.

He stared at Xingye, thinking what should Hu Sanwan be called?

He seemed to hate him for calling him Fanghu, and would frown every time he called him.

Thinking about his boss Cang Doushan's attitude towards him, maybe the name he gave was also fake.

He probably didn't recognize the name Zhao Fanghu in his heart.

After being a Taoist companion for so long, I don't even know his real name!Zhao Wuya suddenly felt extremely frustrated.

He started to try to talk to Hu Liao, and he wanted to know his real name.

But Hu Liao was obviously not willing to accept his kindness.

Zhao Wuya waved for too long and was too excited, and suddenly turned his head on the brakes. Even the elders in the family thought he had taken some medicine by mistake, so they specially checked whether his soul was the original one. Some things or code words in the past gave him a headache for a while.

It is understandable for the elders of the family to be like this, and it is also understandable for Hu Liao to resist his kindness, but he cannot understand that Hu Liao refuses to say his real name no matter what.

Isn't it just a name?

He was aggrieved.

Hu is even more aggrieved.

It's been so long, and he still hasn't escaped from the darkness. His eyes still can't stand the strong light. What's more, he will cry when he sees the wind. He often "cries" so hard that the blindfold is wet.Zhao Wuya wiped his tears for him, and the words he said were always so nasty, it made his skin crawl all over.

"Don't do this, can you?"

Zhao Wuya's heart was also tired: "You are always like this, it makes me very embarrassed."

"Then what do you want from me?"

Zhao Wuya squatted down to take off his shoes for him, Hu Yi carelessly forgot to resist for a while, and gave him an opportunity, he grabbed his little feet firmly, scratched the soles of his feet: "I want you to be good! "

"Pfft." Hu Liao couldn't help laughing, kept hiding, Zhao Wuya continued his efforts, scratching: "What's your real name?"

"Why tell you?" Hu Li shrank back, hid, kicked, and couldn't get rid of it, laughing until his stomach ached: "Hey, please don't scratch it, okay?"

"No!" Zhao Wuya continued to scratch, scratch and scratch, laughing so hard that he rolled all over the bed, out of breath: "Hu...huh!"

Zhao Wuya didn't hear clearly, so he increased his strength: "What are you talking about? Make it louder, I can't hear you clearly!"

"Woo!" Hu Leke kicked him vigorously, but he couldn't move. In the past, when they were similar in cultivation, they were always indistinguishable in fights. Now Zhao Wuya is better than Hu Lie. No matter how much Hu Lie kicks, he can't kick When it moved, Zhao Wuya was as steady as an iron tower.

"Nah, is that over?"

"Yes, yes, let me go!"

Zhao Wuya smiled contentedly, rushed forward to hug him and rubbed him: "The name sounds nice."

Hu Liao then kicked him: "It sounds good, it's called when playing mahjong."

Zhao Wuya rushed to kiss him: "I think it sounds nice, at least better than Hu Sanwan."

Hu Li became angry from embarrassment: "Get out of here! Die!"

Zhao Wuya let go, but he didn't "die", rubbed his ankle, and said in a slightly sad tone, "Why don't you believe me even though I've turned back?"

"Why should I believe you." Hu snorted, took the opportunity to kick off the bed and ran away, he couldn't see that he almost bumped into the doorpost, and escaped with bumps and bumps, Zhao Wuya looked at his back and laughed , smiled and couldn't laugh anymore, and sighed heavily.

On the same day, the news of Hu Liao's blindness passed to Weisheng from the Zhao family, saying that he would rest at the Zhao family for a few days.Weisheng didn't have any ideas, he felt that he was the only one left in the huge Huxianju, and he was even more lonely and cold.

Cangdoushan hasn't come back yet.

Maybe not coming back next month.

He is a little sad.

Qiu Weige came to him a few times, mostly to discuss with him the controversy over the content of the book, and would roll up her sleeves and cook a bowl of sweet soup when she was in the mood.Weisheng was already tired of reading those Confucian works, and now he is interested in popular folk tales and scarlet novels, but in order to deal with her problems, he was forced to read those difficult and obscure books again and again, making his hair a lot Lose.

Qiu Weige's appearance was so strange, as if he had counted the time, it made him a little uneasy.

When will the young master come back?

One morning, he got up and moved the bench to the threshold to read a book as usual, outside was shrouded in a faint milky white mist.He sat and watched for a while, and faint singing came from the street that day.

The song was getting closer and closer, and the Qingqingwowo who were addicted to the book suddenly woke up.

funeral song.

The funeral song came again, he looked down at the book in his hand, the book was blank, he couldn't remember what he read just now.

He is still in a dream and has not woken up.Everything in front of him is his dream, also a realm of black and white.

He has experienced the black and white realm several times, and he has always kept in mind Cangdou Mountain's advice: everything in the black and white realm is false.It's easy to survive black and white.

It was the first time that it was as real as this time.

He went back to the house and took the Doosan knife, no matter what it is, it can strengthen his courage.Walking towards the source of the singing with a knife in hand, he bumped into a group of mourners head-on. The leader was holding a wooden statue of a god in his arms, and the goddess with her head down reading a book had gentle eyes.

The line stopped.

Wei Sheng was suddenly terrified.

The leader looked up at him. He had no face, and his face was dark, like the work of a poor painter.But Weisheng could feel his eyes lingering on him, and the whole funeral procession was silent.

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