[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

Bian Que fell into an unprecedented problem.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess made by Xu Fu at all, but Zhuang Zhou looked at him eagerly...and that group of disgusting "devil seeds" kept begging in his ears like noisy flies. , I can't understand how Zhuang Zhou has the patience to appease everyone!

Fewer than 100 people survived, and only [-]% were old and weak, women and children, and only a few people still had some human characteristics left in their bodies.

Zhuang Zhou was regarded by everyone as a savior, Bian Que turned his head in disdain, he was the only one who knew how to heal, and he had to ask him to save Zhuang Zhou.

Sure enough, after Zhuang Zhou appeased everyone, he quietly pulled Bian Que to do ideological work.

"Ah Que, these people are all victims, they are very innocent; we can't get out for a while, so why not stay here temporarily, these people are not a threat to us, let alone me."

"I looked around and found that the gossip formations around are a bit complicated. It doesn't look like the handwriting of decent people, but it can't help me. It only takes a while to crack it. The main reason is that the villagers here... Although I don't participate It is a mundane matter, but now the mystery is difficult to solve. This place has nothing to do with the person who harmed you, and you must not turn a blind eye. Since Ah Que took me in and helped me find Xiao Kun, no matter how you say it, I will help Ah Que clean up. Injustice."

Zhuang Zhou's sincere expression makes people's hearts move.

"Stupid." Bian Que cursed in a low voice, annoyed.

Bian Que stretched out his hand to grab Zhuang Zhou by the back of the neck, and pulled him aside. Zhuang Zhou knew that this ideological work had not been accomplished, so he showed Bian Que a melancholy look like an elder who hated iron and steel, which tickled Bian Que's heart. .

Bian Que, who didn't agree, snorted coldly, and said: "It's up to you, Mr. Sage, let's go back to Jixia and stay."

"A Que, you promised to take me in~"

——Is the beauty trap not enough?The method that appeared in the dream should not be wrong, Zhuang Zhou thought.

"It's not your turn to remind me." Thinking that he couldn't beat Zhuang Zhou, Bian Que felt depressed; Zhuang Zhou always acted very weak in front of him, but they both knew that Zhuang Zhou was far ahead of Bian Que. On; Bian Que hopes that he can surpass Zhuang Zhou, become stronger than Zhuang Zhou, and then protect and protect him.

If you want to become stronger, you need to develop more toxic drugs, conduct experiments and surgeries, and enhance your abilities...until you can hold Zhuang Zhou in your arms.

Zhuang Zhou sighed softly, looked at Bian Que but his eyes wandered to another place.

Bian Que's current appearance is inseparable from Qin State. In recent years, Qin State has been eyeing Jixia. Many years ago, King Qin's sudden death and power fell into the hands of his relatives. People with the fate of the emperor star have never been able to control the real power. Perhaps it is because the Qin Emperor Yingzheng fate is really lucky-the treasury is full, the army is strong, and there are batches of talented people in his hands. Turmoil cannot shake the solid foundation.

What's more, what protects the foundation is something that only a few people know - a terrible weapon.

Speaking of the late King Qin and Miyue who is now in power, Zhuang Zhou still has some impressions; his ability to predict illusions was favored by everyone a long time ago, and countless forces wanted to To recruit him, King Qin was also one of them, having met Zhuang Zhou.

Bian Que was wary of these people, he didn't want to reach out, and Zhuang Zhou didn't withdraw his hand.

So Bian Que faced Zhuang Zhou's pitiful (?) eyes every day, and his whole body was not well.

Zhuang Zhou has been breaking the formation for the past few days, the surviving people headed by shopkeeper Zhao did not dare to neglect, and took out the stored food to treat them, lest they neglect Bian Que and Zhuang Zhou.

Bian Que couldn't trust these people, so he took away the ingredients and cooked porridge for Zhuang Zhou himself.

After a busy day, Zhuang Zhou was so sleepy that he could hardly walk, his hand holding the spoon was so soft that a lot of porridge leaked out of his mouth, and the sticky white rice porridge stuck to the corner of his mouth.

After watching this scene for a few seconds, Bian Que snatched Zhuang Zhou's spoon and bowl, and his blue eyes showed disgust: "You can't even eat a bowl of porridge, Mr. Sage is really elegant."

Then without any explanation, he scooped up a spoonful of white porridge and stuffed it into Zhuang Zhou's slightly opened mouth.

Zhuang Zhou squinted his eyes, chewed a few mouthfuls vaguely, and swallowed it. It didn't feel bad. He just said, "Ah Que, thank you..."

Another spoonful of porridge was stuffed into his mouth, Bian Que interrupted: "Concentrate on drinking the porridge."

Bian Que, if you have the guts to admit it, you are in love with Little Butterfly!What are you trying to do against your will!Still not a man! ?

You give me a bite and I take a bite. Shopkeeper Zhao who came to deliver the bedding at the door stood still for a long time, his old face turned red.

Shopkeeper Zhao wondered how the two got together. Zhuang Zhou didn't seem to have that kind of meaning for Bian Que at all—he sighed that the young man had so much energy. He put down the quilt at the door and left silently. People in the village and town Having seen the hope, everyone is full of energy. Shopkeeper Zhao has a lot of things to do.

Bian Que was very satisfied with Shopkeeper Zhao's wit and interest, and didn't come in to disturb him to eat.

Zhuang Zhou's soft and cute eating porridge pokes Bian Que's blood bar to be emptied. If there is an image to describe it-it is the scene where his blood bar is crazy, and he is giving himself crazy milk with a big move.

——It doesn’t matter whether the teammate got the milk or not, the milk has to ensure that you don’t die is the right way.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, under the dim light, the corners of Zhuang Zhou's eyes were moist; Bian Que was a little stunned, and Zhuang Zhou wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

"Ah Que," Zhuang Zhou called Bian Que who got up to wash the dishes, "When I was young, I saw that other people's children were fed porridge by their mothers like this. At that time, I was very envious. I also had such a scene in my dream... Today, finally It's a dream come true, thank you."

Bian Que had some difficulty breathing, and his inconsistency was already a sign of him: "Master Sage, are you laughing at me for looking like a woman?"

Zhuang Zhou snorted and was amused, he propped his chin with his hand, the warm orange candle light illuminated Zhuang Zhou's side face, half of it was bright and half was dark, his clear emerald eyes stared at Bian Que: "Ah Que is not like a woman."

"It's more like..." Zhuang Zhou thought for a while, "My lover."

With a bang, the bowl fell to the ground, and the broken pieces of porcelain scattered on the ground, just like Bian Que's broken mind that no longer exists.

"You," Bian Que's voice was very hoarse, "—love me?"

Bian Que didn't get an answer, and Zhuang Zhou's even breathing indicated that he had fallen into a boundless dream.

Forget it, Bian Que thought to himself; Zhuang Zhou probably made a joke of his nervousness.

He picked up the quilt outside the door and made the bed, and put Zhuang Zhou who was sleeping on the table with his arms pillowed on the bed together.

...Zhuang Zhou has treated him so well that there is no bottom line, why not... just promise him once?

The author has something to say: Tell Tian Tian loudly whether this chapter is sweet or not!

Insert a small piece of letter x for the benefits of genuine readers~

Many years ago, I was humiliated and you played a Qinglian sword song for me,

Many years later, I will steal the kun with a gun only for you,

Now I am with you to steal the red, the blue, the big dragon for you,

Just in exchange for the bottle of wine in your hand.