Chapter 967

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Allen Chu: "..."

After Ta Xianjun kissed him three times in a row, he stopped kissing. Although his eyes looked so wet and thirsty, he still restrained himself and held Chu Wanning in his arms.

He sighed heavily: "Tell me, am I dreaming again..."

The man has always been arrogant and unruly, and it is rare to have such a nasal voice and a low voice against Chu Wanning's shoulder. Chu Wanning was startled and somewhat understood.

In this world, no matter which soul or fragment the ink burns, he knows him best.

Allen Chu raised his hand, touched his shoulder and back, patted him like he did when he was a boy, and said: "It's not a dream. Let's go back to the room with me."

Ta Xianjun was drowsy, but also very stubborn, muttering: "I won't sleep. I won't go back."

Chu Wanning said helplessly: "...What are you doing?"

Ta Xianjun was unhappy, so Ta Xianjun started to make trouble. He groaned, as if he was still aggrieved: "You turned out the lights, and you didn't come to look for me. You just deliberately made me angry..."

Obviously this person was the emperor of the human world in the previous life, but when he was drunk and rubbed against his neck, Allen Chu had an inexplicable illusion that he was like a beautiful concubine who was jealous and competing for favor.

Allen Chu felt speechless for the thoughts that emerged at this moment, and finally had to say: "Didn't I learn it from you? It was you who only said that the lights were turned off, and people who didn't dare to come in would sneak in in the dark. .I saved face for you."

"...? It's a joke. Who wants you to give me face?" Half asleep and half awake, he was also very crazy, "I will destroy the world, there is nothing I dare not..."

The voice slowly became softer.

"Chu Wanning..."

"Um?"

"Wan Ning..."

"..."

At the end, it became a soft voice, no different from when I was young and green: "Master..."

Allen Chu was silent for a while, then raised his hand and touched his hair.

"Um."

"If I wake up tomorrow, will you still be there?"

Allen Chu closed his eyes and repeated a sentence that he had often repeated in the past two years: "Go to sleep, I will always be here."

Only then did Ta Xianjun feel at ease. After a while, the sound of even breathing could be heard. It turned out that the drunk emperor felt at ease and finally fell into a deep sleep. Allen Chu held him carefully and returned to the room. The person lying on the couch had a straight face and no anger. He was no different from the young boy he had collected back then who was holding an oil-paper umbrella to save earthworms.

The poison flowers have faded, and the nightmare will never come again.

only--

"Then why did you lose my bag of tips!" Immortal Tao suddenly kicked off the quilt and shouted in his sleep.

"I'm going on a blind date! I'm going to win... win... Taobao Villa's big gift box... there are five hundred copies..." a rare treasure of the Chun Palace atlas.

Fortunately, the second half of the words became a vague mumble, and Chu Wanning did not hear it.

But even though Chu Wanning didn't know that the ultimate goal of his blind date was to get the erotic storybook, when he faced this man who was still talking in his sleep while he was asleep, he still put his hands on his forehead and had a headache.

Even if he died, he would not tell Xue Meng that the reason why he threw away the brocade bag given to him by Mo Ran was because Ta Xianjun shamelessly embroidered the "Eighteen Touches" in the erotic storybook on the brocade bag.

Compared with the "Peace Sutra" embroidered by Master Mo, who would be willing to wear Shibamo...

In addition, he would not tell Mo Ran even if he died. In fact, he did not lose the tip bag that was so slippery in the world and had the temperament of stepping on the immortal king. Instead, he locked it in a wooden box that only he could open. inside.

Along with everything he had ever given him.

-

The next day, Xue Meng got up early.

It was rare to be under the same roof as Chu Wanning. He planned to go out and buy some of Master's favorite breakfast to honor others. But when I walked downstairs, I found that a table by the window of the inn was already filled with a sumptuous breakfast, and Mo Ran was setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

When he looked up and saw him coming down, Mo Ran smiled and said: "Get up so early?"

"..."

Although it has long been known that Mo Ran has a mental transformation every three days, it is really weird to feel it directly. Xue Meng was a little stiff for a while, and stood there for a while before humming vaguely.

"I made you laugh yesterday. That's how I do sometimes."

Xue Meng scratched his head again and said uncomfortably: "Forget it, I haven't seen your jokes for a day or two." Then he walked to the table, looked around carefully, and couldn't help but ask: "You and The shopkeeper borrowed the kitchen?"

"Yes." Grandmaster Mo looked at him with a smile, and placed a plate of crispy fried dumplings in front of him, "I still have a whole life of boiling porridge simmering on the stove, it's almost ready. Can you do me a favor and go play three bowls with me?"

"Oh." Xue Meng responded and followed the ink into the small kitchen.

The lid of the pot was opened, and the rice porridge inside evaporated mist and fragrance. You could see the plump shrimps and fish fillets. Mo Yan neatly filled three bowls out, and Xue Meng was beside him to help find the ingredients.

The two-piece soft-boiled egg is placed on the steaming porridge, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, minced tender green onions, burnt and crispy, and drizzled with a few drops of sesame oil. It is delicious and delicious.

Xue Meng was curious and couldn't help but ask: "T... uh, would you do the same thing yesterday?"

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