Shi Xing is doing something wrong, don't fucking cook and harm the world! "
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670.
Hello everyone, my name is He Junle, and I am a magician by profession.
Let the barrenness become an oasis, let the dead wood give birth to flowers, let the scorched earth fill the sky with flowers and butterflies, and...
Let children with poor skills feel the great harmony of natural life while lying down,
That's my job.
671.
Murong Jihua knelt on the ground, his expression could no longer be described as colorful, it was so colorful that it was even worse than the colorful clouds in the sky.
His sunglasses were broken on one side, and the colorful glazed pearls inlaid on them were scattered all over the ground, but the person involved didn't feel distressed, and only looked sideways, revealing a clear section of collarbone.
He Junle looked at him from top to bottom.
When the dull pain in his body gradually eased, and the little rage in his heart was gradually infected by some unknown emotions, He Junle felt less angry now.
He even staggered down from the bed, pinched Murong Jihua's jaw on the slope, straightened his face, and made him look directly at him.
"Look at me, Murong."
His voice is clear and clear, with an indescribable bewitching meaning.
"It's me instead."
672.
Murong Jihua started to regret when he saw He Junle's white lips in pain;
This emotion reached its peak when He Junle kicked him off the bed.
——My Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother sent the son Guanyin to the joyful seven fairies, Ba la la, the little devil fairy, the great sage, the Monkey King, the great sage, the Monkey King, and the Yongle emperor!
What is the so-called biological instinct, is it really good at this kind of thing from birth!
673.
— Before the colorful fireworks exploded in the brain, Murong Jihua felt it all at once, and a cool hand clamped his jaw.
As soon as he turned his head, he crashed into a starry sky.
...
nice.
The romantic sentences in the brain's dictionaries still had time to pile up words, Murong Jihua heard him say:
"It's me instead."
674.
Change…
I…
Come.
675.
... Line 8, it seems that I have struggled for so long, but I still can't escape the fate of lying flat and suffering
This time the car overturned, and there was no reason to even argue about the counterattack.
Murong Jihua thought so.
676.
He looked at the limp natal bird in his hand, and felt helpless in the world because of the impermanence of fortune.
—However, the expected pain did not come.
- He saw He Junle, took out a crystal jade bottle, turned it upside down, and slowly - approached the listless little bird brother.
"He Junle, you!?"
Murong Jihua was stunned;
Murong Jihua was shocked;
Murong Jihua was moved.
"Shut up and don't talk, and don't look down—hiss,"
He Junle's voice became hoarse:
"Look at my face."
677.
The greatest magician is not just talking.
Murong Jihua was surprised to find that his listless little friend, a bird, started to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye after being bathed in the fairy energy of the jade bottle!
Full of magic, it is shocking to see!
However-
Due to the rapid growth, when it was about to enter the jade bottle, it was severely stuck by the mouth of the bottle.
"The greatest magician in the world!"
Murong Jihua held his heart devoutly, "What should I do?"
He Banxian looked slightly tired due to wasting too much spiritual energy in the previous cooking work, but after taking a deep and steady breath, he smiled at Murong Jihua:
"It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. Do your best and be ashamed of your heart."
He lightly touched his pious disciple's forehead with his lips:
"It's time to witness the miracle."
678.
— Violently, he knocked down the jade bottle and suppressed the monster bird inside!
Murong Jihua & He Junle: Hiss——
Murong Jihua & He Junle: ... ...
Murong Jihua & He Junle: It hurts so much, fuck me...
But at least it's in.
"He Junle..."
"Wait, don't move."
"that… "
"Now, bear with it."
"no… "
"...?"
"You said that, the shining light over there, it can't be a telescope."
"...It seems to be true."
——Then they heard a familiar female voice with a crisp "嘿!", and the flashes of the distant equipment disappeared.
"..."
"..."
He Junle trembled his eyelashes: "Let's continue."
679.
For thirty minutes, He Junle had only one thought:
A magician is really not an individual job!
The spiritual power is like an hourglass passing with time, which makes him stop and urge the jade bottle to rest for a while. It moved again and again, almost breaking.
And the owner of the monster bird...
His brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were closed tightly, his face was flushed, and he was out of breath, as if he was the one who was attacked by the magic bird.
He Junle suddenly had other thoughts.
Enduring the pain, he approached Murong Jihua's face inch by inch, releasing his breath on the other's eyelashes:
"Little friend, is my magic trick any good?"
680.
It's over.
The demon bird's magic power is even stronger!
681.
Murong Jihua opened his devilish eyes:
"I'm awake."
He stretched out his hand to touch He Junle's trembling eyebrows:
"Okay, tell me."
He Junle grabbed the opponent's wrist almost immediately, exhaling like blue:
"bring it on."
682.
So Murong Jihua bullied himself;
Mr. Magician throws away his helmet and armor.
Facts have proved that what a man says in bed cannot be trusted;
The same is true for the next.
Murong Jihua should know an epilogue:
He Junle said it—be polite.
683.
He Junle heard the wind behind his ears, concentrated his mind and held his breath, and turned his back to the loess;
Murong chased the moon month by month, his blood flowed, his back to the blue sky.
The food and grass had already been dispatched, and the soldiers and horses started to move. At that time, the whales and the waves were crashing, the dragons were fighting and the fish were terrified.
684.
There is only one thought in He Junle's head:
I'm dead.
There is only one thought in Murong Jihua's head:
I'm dead.
685.
The difference is that one hurts and the other....
686.
Mr. Magician turned himself into a salted fish, was pierced by a stick, and roasted on the fire.
"Forget it," He Xianyu almost gave up struggling,
"Let's just leave it at that, it's only an hour at most... as long as he's happy."
But Murong Jihua didn't want to open which pot and which pot to lift, he suddenly stopped the action of grilling salted fish, and asked cautiously:
"... feel it, don't you?"
687.
Have your grandma's legs! !
688.
But looking at those beautiful eyes wrapped in Qingwu, He Junle didn't say anything after all, he even struggled to vomit a bubble:
"… fine."
689.
Murong Jihua pursed his lips.
— Just when He Junle was ready to continue to be tortured, a pair of thinly gloved hands suddenly pinched his gills:
"Man, remember to look into Ben's eyes the next time you lie."
—He tried to change the angle of the rack on which the salted fish was grilled, so that the fish would become more tender.
690.
He Junle suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"right here."
Murong Jihua showed a sinister smile.
691.
What is the taste of ecstasy.
That's probably how it is.
—The silver bottle is broken and the water squirts out;
—Flying snow and tears in June;
—Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early;
- Baishou does not regret reading late.
692.
On the second day, Murong Jihua's computer hard drive had 3 gigabytes added as a matter of course;
He Junle started to have a fever in the early morning until he fell asleep and still can't get up.
693.
He Junle had a fever and a headache, he really wanted to sleep, but Murong Jihua's noise from time to time made him sleep unsteadily.
— "How did you manage Cui Guanshi? Was it very difficult for you to invite the thirty-six old men from the Royal Royal Hospital!?"
"Yes, it is young master, they are already on their way..."
"Sophia, how fat are you? Is it difficult for you to make eighty-four Chinese delicacies in two hours!?"
"Yes, yes, the boss, the maids are doing their best to prepare meals for the young lady..."
"Su Xiaomo, what are you—huh? Xiaoqiu is here too. Hahaha, welcome to Murong Mansion as a guest. The most important thing I need is money. Xiaoqiu will stay with me in the future."
"Thank you Brother Murong!"
"Thank you, brother Jihua!"
"Brother Jihua...can I call you Dad?"
"Xiaoqiu, don't mess around!"
"It's okay, Xiaomo. Of course."
"dad!"
"Why!"
694.
He Junle could hear well at first, and even the fever didn't feel so bad anymore.
However, a brain that is too advanced will operate consciously without the master's prompting:
Su Xiaoqiu (godson) → Murong Jihua (godfather)
Su Xiaoqiu (brother) → He Junle (brother)
He Junle (?) → Murong Jihua (?)
He Junle: "..."
695.
After a while, there was silence outside the bedroom;
After a while, He Junle heard the sound of footsteps.
It's the smell of money.
696.
Murong Jihua walked to the bed and saw that He Junle still had his eyes closed. He bent down slightly, touched He Junle's forehead with his lips, and muttered to himself:
"Aren't you awake yet... Tsk, it's all my fault."
"..."
"Isn't it cute when you're asleep?"
"Heh-heh, although I saw a lot last night, it shouldn't be a problem to take another picture of a sleeping face as a screensaver.