Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The young man didn't have the slightest bit of defense against him, and just lay on his neck obediently, so well-behaved that it made people feel heartbroken.

Zhuo An resisted the sour feeling in his eyes and patted his back gently: "I will always protect you and protect you from the malicious slander of the world."

This time, the young man had not experienced the unreasonable malice from the world. He looked blankly at Zhuo An, whose eyes were red, and asked him: "Are you sad?"

He seemed worried that Zhuo An wouldn't understand what he said, so he pointed at the end of his tear-stained eyes, "I saw you were crying."

Zhuo An wiped away the tears on his face and smiled at him: "I'm not sad."

"I just saw the most precious treasure this world gave me, and I was so happy..."

The young man tilted his head and looked at him, as if he was thinking about what treasure he was talking about.

Zhuo'an held his finger, lowered his tone, and coaxed him with a warm voice: "Are you willing to come with me?"

He looked at the hand stretched out by the man, hesitantly stretched out his dirty hand, and slowly shook the man's hand.

Under the cold white moonlight, he stretched out his dirty hands to hold hands with the gods, like dirty maggots in the gutter, hoping for the sunshine that could kill him.

"Can you give me a name?" He carefully squeezed Zhuo'an's hand, his pure black eyes were like a newborn child: "You give me a name, and I will go with you."

His throat was clogged, Zhuo An gently rubbed his brown hair that was stuck together, and once again said the name that had been in his mind countless times.

"How is Qingning?"

"If possible, I hope that you are the only clear and pure existence in this turbid world."

When he heard the name, his heart felt like it was tickled by some kind of soft feather...

"I like this name very much!" He agreed with a smile.

Zhuo'an no longer wanted to think about the looks of the people around him. He carefully held the young man in his arms and left here amid the various looks of everyone.

The crowd gathered together in twos and threes, discussing Zhuo'an's crazy words.

"How come this person looks like this but is mentally disturbed?!"

"What kind of good thing can you do if you can dig through garbage?"

"I can only rely on my face to deceive the little girl!"

"Look at that piece of trash he's holding in his arms. It's such a dirty thing, but he still thinks it's a baby!"

"Is it interesting to pick up a dead body from the trash can?!"

……

Although he knew that Qingning's wound would heal on its own, he considered the boy's pain and did not stop for a moment, carrying Qingning towards his residence in the human world.

Just because he was focused on Qing Ning, he failed to notice that the boy in his arms quietly poked his head out of his arms while listening to the rumors and slander in the crowd.

The pure black eyes turned into a turbid dark color.

He stared at the group of people who were unscrupulously spreading rumors about his god, and a very penetrating evil smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Rumor makers and those who maliciously slander others should swallow a thousand needles and suffer the pain of having their throats cut with blades all the time..."

He spoke silently with his lips, and his eyes faintly turned around among the group of people.

At the moment when the silent curse was issued, the group of people who originally despised Zhuo'an all covered their throats in unison, opening their mouths wide, but they couldn't even make the most basic wailing sound.

Qingning glanced at their miserable situation and felt a little bored. He blinked and regained his pure and confused look, and continued to nestle in Zhuo'an's arms.

Trying his best to disguise himself as an ignorant and naive child...

What a terrible world!

But I will leave this world behind for the sake of God...

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Zhuo'an put him on the pony next to the bathroom, squatted down and coaxed him: "Aning, stay here for a while, and I'll put water in for you to take a bath."

Qingning nodded obediently and sat on the small horse.

Seeing his well-behaved look, Zhuo'an gently rubbed his dirty hair and said like a child: "Aning is so well-behaved!"

After coaxing Qing Ning, he went to the bathroom to replace the bathtub with suitable warm water, adjusted the water temperature in the shower to just right, and placed the toiletries within easy reach.

After doing all this, he turned back and squatted down to ask Qing Ning softly: "Do you need me to help you take a bath?"

Qingning was stunned for a moment, then tentatively approached Zhuo'an, gently held his finger, and asked him: "Lord God, can you really help me?"

"Don't you think I'm dirty?"

"A-Ning is not dirty." His throat was extremely dry, and his voice became softer: "A-Ning is the purest and cleanest existence in the world."

"Lord God, you are the first person to describe me like this." He smiled, with a slight glimmer in his slightly narrowed eyes: "I am very happy!"

Zhuo An looked at him distressedly, carried him into the bathtub, and wiped the dirt from his face bit by bit.

The ragged clothes were washed away by the warm water and floated on the water like rags, unable to cover her slender body at all.

He had a lot of bruises on his body from being crushed by rubbish or bumped into. They were marked one after another on his body. From time to time, there were tiny blood streaks washed out by the warm water.

Zhuo'an's eyes turned red again, and a sour feeling filled them. He took a long breath and managed to adjust his emotions without crying in front of Qingning.

"Lord God, are you sad about the things on my body this time?" Qingning came up to him and raised his almost recovered arm to show him: "You don't need to be sad, these wounds will soon be healed. Restored.”

"When my body gets better, I will offer myself as a sacrifice to you. You can take whatever you want without any resistance."

"Aning, I think you may not understand yet." Zhuo'an sighed lightly, dipped his hand in shampoo, and washed his knotted hair bit by bit: "My kindness to you only comes from My love for you has no other purpose."

Qingning smiled and rubbed his face affectionately against his foamy hand: "Actually, no matter whether God has any other purpose for me or not, the moment you picked me up from the trash heap, I already It belongs to you."

[The world's evil thoughts mimic the love value +10, and the current love value is: 10. 】

The sudden electronic notification sound in his head was completely ignored by Zhuo An. He lowered his eyes and held warm water, and rinsed the foam from Qing Ning's hair bit by bit.

The originally clear warm water had long since become turbid after taking a bath in Qingning.

Just like the bad world, if you are infected with a little evil thought, it will become muddy and out of control.

Zhuo'an was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he turned on the air conditioner in the room and wrapped him tightly in a thick bath towel, and gently wiped his hair with the towel.

The boy's soft brown hair hung smoothly between his fingers, as well-behaved and docile as he was.

Just looking at it like this, Zhuo An felt like his heart was so soft.

He took a hairdryer and blew his half-dried hair, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the good and evil chain at his wrist.

The black and white chain that originally showed a flat trend was almost completely black at this moment, with only a trace of white that was too weak to be worth mentioning pitifully remaining in the corner.