When the magic stick summons cute pets

Ye Changsheng, who was half asleep and half awake, heard the faint sound of suona coming from outside the window, as if someone's dead were going to a funeral, and there was a creepy and strange feeling in the bustle of blowing and beating.There was a cold wind blowing leisurely on his face, and with the sound of the suona that was near and far away, goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He opened his eyes and got up from the sofa to check the time.Three o'clock in the morning is the most cloudy time of the day.Sighing, he walked barefoot to the barrier He Jiuzhong set up for him, and looked inside: "Are you asleep?"

He Jiuzhong stopped meditating, slowly opened his eyes and looked in Ye Changsheng's direction.

"The feng shui of this house is not very good." Ye Changsheng leaned on the door frame and vaguely pointed in the direction of the living room, "It's especially bad near the living room."

He Jiu raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"So, anyway, you're just meditating," Ye Changsheng saw He Jiuzhong's answer, and immediately tried to negotiate, "The bed is not too small, just give me half a bed for one night, I promise I won't touch you, how about it?" ?”

He Jiuzhong smiled coldly, closed his eyes, and let himself enter meditation again.

"Hey! Wait, let's discuss it for a while! I'll give you the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor, can I sleep on the floor?" Seeing that the negotiation broke down, Ye Changsheng, who was standing outside the barrier, had a sad face and hurriedly cut off the land for compensation, "This little living room It's too cloudy inside, I can't stand it alone without the mahogany door."

He Jiuzhong still ignored him, Ye Changsheng looked at his pet's extremely cold and ruthless side face, and sighed again, feeling that it was probably the first time in history that he, the owner, could treat him like this.

Stretching out his hands and scratching his head, he sat down with his back to the barrier, casually touched a red string and tied the piece of jade that he took off earlier to his neck.

In the quiet darkness, two yin and yang fishes with strange colors are swimming slowly in the boy's black pupils: There is no way, let's just suffer like this, I don't know what is going on with this "Prince Pet Contract" Before, He Jiuzhong would never let him die.

Stretching out his hand and scratching his face, he yawned a little, closed his eyes, leaned against the barrier and fell asleep in a daze: After a few days, he got a big ticket, and he went to change houses immediately!

The sound of steady breathing came from a short distance away. He Jiuzhong opened his eyes, and Ye Changsheng, who passed the door, suddenly squinted his eyes and looked out the window. After hearing a slight burst of flames, the living room was dirty. The air gradually became clean again.

He walked slowly to the door, slightly raised his hand, and removed the barrier.

The sudden disappearance of the supporting point made Ye Changsheng, who was leaning on the barrier, immediately fall on He Jiuzhong's leg behind him. Go to Ye Changsheng, who is sleeping soundly at this time.

Although he is over 20 years old, Ye Changsheng has an obviously more youthful face. His facial features are obviously delicate but not aggressive. Combined with a palm-sized face, it doesn't look amazing. , but it is so pleasing that it is difficult for people to have any guard against him.

He Jiuzhong's gaze shifted slightly to the corner of his eyes.

Even after one night, the wound scratched by the female ghost's nails still hasn't healed. On Ye Changsheng's white face that seemed to be shining .

By coincidence, almost before He Jiuzhong understood what he was doing, he subconsciously reached out and touched the wound on the corner of Ye Changsheng's eye—by the time he realized it, the wound had completely healed under his hands.

He Jiuzhong looked down at his hands, and his scarlet eyes flashed with confusion: Is this also the impact of the contract?

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't draw any conclusions, and then glanced at Ye Changsheng who was sleeping soundly. The delicate Mozun finally showed kindness once in his life, bowed slightly, and threw him back on the bed.

Ye Changsheng slept very well that night, and slept almost without dreams until 10:30 the next morning.

Rubbing his sleep-swollen eyes, he touched the remote control of the air conditioner from the head of the bed and turned off the air conditioner with a "beep" sound. He sat up and looked around, seeing that He Jiuzhong was not in sight, and jumped out of bed. She put on a pair of slippers and stomped towards the living room.

The man in black in the living room was sitting on the window and looking out with his eyes slightly squinted. The too glaring sunlight shone directly on him, making his entire face dizzy.

Ye Changsheng wandered through the living room to the washstand to brush his teeth. When he looked up, he saw the corners of his eyes intact. He stopped brushing his teeth slightly, and a clear smile flashed across his eyes.

After washing up, he came out to look at He Jiuzhong, seeing that he was still fresh and clean without a drop of sweat after being exposed to the sun at noon in August, and said enviously, "Aren't you afraid of the heat?"

He Jiuzhong glanced at him, with a half-smile: "You can do it after cultivating the devil."

Ye Changsheng walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the takeaway list, flipped through it, and said with a smile on his face, "I think I am suitable for cultivating immortals."

He Jiuzhong sneered and jumped out of the window. His height of nearly 1.9 meters showed full pressure in this low house.

"Do you have any taboos?" Ye Changsheng was looking at the takeaway, and suddenly seemed to think of something again, "Or do you have already fasted the grain and don't need to eat?"

He Jiuzhong walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, then asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to wash and cook by yourself?"

Ye Changsheng waved his hand: "I'm afraid of killing someone... If I die now, it might be a tragedy of one dead body and two dead!"

He Jiuzhong turned his head to look at him coldly, but the other side didn't notice anything, he just swipe at the takeout list with his hands, then took out a phone from the gap in the sofa, and looked at the number on the takeout list and talked to himself. Set up lunch.

"What is that? A messenger?"

Ye Changsheng glanced at the mobile phone attached to his ear from the corner of his eye, then blinked, and He Jiuzhong suddenly smiled slyly: "I suddenly feel that maybe one day, you will fall in love with this place."

I ordered a few favorite dishes to fill my stomach with He Jiuzhong, and seeing that the clock was almost on the "twelve", I quickly put away the bowls and chopsticks, and pulled out a box from the stacked boxes in the living room , and then took out a dark red box from it.

"Locust tree?" He Jiu turned his attention to Ye Changsheng's box, "You have weak yang fire, light horoscope, and parasitic yin and yang fish in your eyes. Wood?"

Ye Changsheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "In the beginning, life is so fierce. At that time, I thought, maybe we can fight poison with poison?" After finishing speaking, he glanced at the man beside him, touched the tip of his nose, and thought deeply: Well, although this Huaihuai Wood is useless, but now that he has He Jiuzhong by his side, isn't it just fighting poison with poison?

He leaned over and took out a small carving knife from under the sofa, took the pagoda tree in his hand, and sat on the sofa.He Jiuzhong heard what Ye Changsheng seemed to say in a low voice, and then he saw the Yin Yu in his left eye move suddenly, and his hand quickly carved on the piece of locust tree.

Once he sank into his own world, Ye Changsheng was completely different from his usual appearance.His complexion was very cold, and although he could vaguely see a trace of the swimming of Yin-Yang fish in his pitch-black eyes, he could not see the slightest wave of emotion belonging to him in his eyes.

After a whole afternoon, Ye Changsheng finally stopped his hands until the sky darkened.Exhausted, he leaned back on the sofa for a while, then tore off the gauze on his left hand, and after tearing the troubled wound on his palm again, let the blood slowly drip on the already somewhat delicate puppet. eyes.

"What's the meaning of this?" He Jiuzhong stood behind Ye Changsheng and looked at the self-mutilation movements of the clouds and flowing water, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Zhao Meng is well-known in the industry for his belief in Buddhism. In the past few years, he has spent money everywhere to invite Bodhisattvas to put them in the house. I don't need blood to cover up the hostility of that female ghost. I'm afraid she won't be able to get in. house." Ye Changsheng was talking, and checked the puppet in his hand again, until he was sure that there was nothing wrong with it, then he wrapped it in a piece of cloth and put it in his pocket.

He Jiuzhong walked up to Ye Changsheng, looked down at him busy looking for gauze to bandage himself, after a while, he suddenly asked, "Why didn't you ask me?"

Ye Changsheng was lowering his head, biting the end of the gauze with his teeth, and tied the knot with the movement of his right hand. When he heard He Jiuzhong's words, he didn't even lift his head: "What are you doing wasting your strength with a wound that won't die?"

He Jiuzhong didn't seem to expect that Ye Changsheng would respond to him like this.Mingming admitted that he was afraid of death, but by now he should have really discovered his convenience, and Ye Changsheng's attitude was incomprehensible.

Appreciating his tightly wrapped left hand, he sighed secretly that the past two days had really been a toss, Ye Changsheng shook his head and secretly vowed to go to the temple in a few days to get rid of bad luck, stood up and looked up at the man standing beside him. The man who looked at him raised his brows and smiled: "But I'm thankful for the wound on my face."

— What a weirdo.

As He Jiuzhong thought about it, there was a slight smile in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

The author has something to say:

Ye Changsheng: (teasing) Tell me honestly, when exactly did you fall in love with me?

He Jiuzhong: ...

Ye Changsheng: Talk and talk.

He Jiuzhong: (irritated, in a low voice) If you don't sleep anymore, you won't be able to sleep tonight.

Ye Changsheng: (smiling) Oh~