The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

"You are really squeamish, is it that scary? A grown man looks like a girl, are you ashamed?" Lu Qiuxue felt chills from the two people embracing each other, and she subconsciously blurted out sharp words.

After speaking, she seemed to realize that her behavior was somewhat inconsistent with the gentle Bai Yueguang's image. She quickly changed the subject: "Let's get back to the topic and continue with the plot. Don't be stunned."

DM nodded, and the rest of the plot continued as usual.

Fortunately, after those real spiritual summoning rituals, the subsequent plots were relatively normal. Occasionally there were some minor problems, but nothing major happened and no one was injured. After the group finished the plot, it was already eleven o'clock in the night. They went back to their respective homes and dispersed.

When Wei Jin left, he lazily said to the groveling shopkeeper: "It's basically okay. Nothing happened. It's not scary at all. It seems that those rumors are all lies. However, the staff who summoned Bixian with me was very good at acting." good."

"Although I didn't scare Mr. Ben, there is still hard work without credit. Remember to give him a salary increase when I go back." He left with his girlfriend Shi Shiran.

Song Jiu was obviously frightened by the supernatural incident that happened in the previous church. When he returned to the dormitory, he was depressed and looked a little dazed, as if he had not yet come out of the scary atmosphere.

Lu Lie's eyes darkened.

If he hadn't been worried about Xiaojiu's young age and shed tears at that time, he would have eaten the person long ago. He was so distracted before anything happened. If it really happened, there was no guarantee that he would go crazy. He was wrong.

After all, he couldn't bear to see Xiaojiu like this, so Lu Lie tried his best to please people, conjuring up a sweet-looking little cake from behind like a magic trick.

Song Jiu's eyes were attracted by the icing on the small cake, and his eyes were a little red: "When did you buy it? Why didn't I know." He vaguely remembered that the two of them came back together and did not go to the cake shop or supermarket.

"Little fool, it's all my fault. I insisted on playing the script and didn't take Xiaojiu's feelings into consideration. Please forgive me." Lu Lie handed over the small cake like a treasure, his sharp-lined phoenix eyes showing aggrieved flattery. , avoiding talking about the cake that appeared out of thin air.

The word "please" appears on that handsome face, which is a bit inconsistent and funny anyway.

Song Jiu laughed through tears and took the cake: "Okay, I forgive you."

In fact, he didn't mean to blame Lu Lie. He was just unlucky enough to bump into a ghost and it had nothing to do with Ah Lie. He said this just to reassure Ah Lie and not blame himself.

Hearing this, Lu Lie raised his lips and hummed. Looking at Song Jiu who was tasting a small cake in front of him, he added: "I heard that there is a very efficacious temple in S city. There are many people who pray and fulfill their wishes every day. I think it should be effective. Tomorrow happens to be the weekend, so we have enough time to climb the mountain, and I want to get a title on the gold list.”

Lingshan Temple was very famous, and Song Jiu had heard about it from Song's mother, so he agreed.

The summer sun is so scorching that the bamboo vegetation around Lingshan Temple has been left drooping and listless. A long staircase stretches down from the mountainside, and there seems to be no end in sight.

At the peak of the incense popularity, there were a lot of people, and many people gave up halfway through the climb.

Since coming to this small world, Song Jiu has not exercised much. His body is weak. He was fine at the beginning, but later he felt tired and hot. He could hardly breathe with every step and had to stop and rest every time he climbed a step.

Out of breath.

Lu Lie handed over a bottle of electrolyte water and turned his back to the opening: "Come up, I will carry you. The current speed is too slow. I am strong enough to run fast, and it is more than enough to carry you."

Song Jiu raised his head and glanced at the two-thirds of the stairs left. Hesitating again and again, he climbed up resignedly and put his arms around the boy's neck. After stabilizing it, he gave a worried warning.

"If you can't hold it anymore, put me down."

Lu Lie hummed, and carried the boy firmly on his back, weighing it several times. It was too light, so he needed to eat more meat.

The two of them slowly walked up the remaining stairs.

The sun was very bright. When we reached the finish line, we were so tired that we were panting and breathing irregularly. Perhaps because of our special physique, we didn’t sweat much.

Song Jiu has long been accustomed to strange things.

Lu Lie's body was always cold. At first he thought it was due to malnutrition. Later, even if his nutrition was balanced, it was still as cold as ice.

"Are you stupid? Just put me down if you can't hold on any longer. Why do you have to hold on and make yourself miserable?" Song Jiu patted the boy's back and helped to straighten his breathing.

Lu Lie gasped, with a rare smile on his face, a smile that amazed the years.

Those frosty phoenix eyes were lowered.

Looking at him, he said: "I carry my whole world on my back, how can I let it go? No matter how tired I am, nothing can compare to the sweetness in my heart."

"Glib tongue." Song Jiu blushed and couldn't help but reply.

After the two had a good rest, they bought incense and candles and knelt down in front of the golden statue.

A monk dressed in plain clothes leaned next to him: "Sincerity brings wisdom, the two donors can ask for fortune-telling to predict their future fortunes." He bowed and added, "Donors, don't worry, except for the incense candles, other items including asking for signatures are free. Free.”

Since it’s free, give it a try.

Song Jiu took the bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks, closed his eyes and got rid of distracting thoughts. All your wishes come true, please sign. Shaking the bamboo tube while thinking, the bamboo stick fell to the ground when the prayer was over.

——Sign it.

The monk saw the three words on the bamboo stick and smiled kindly: "This donor has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. At first glance, it seems that he is destined to be rich and noble. It is true."

Song Jiu thanked him, then turned to look at the handsome boy beside him: "A'lie, please ask for one too." The task target is handsome and talented, with extremely high quotient, so he will definitely be the one chosen.

Lu Lie looked at the pair of clean eyes looking over, was silent for a while, and agreed.

Just like everyone else, he followed the steps step by step and followed the ritual, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

——Sign up.

The worst and most unlucky sign happened to fall on the ground and break into two pieces.

Song Jiu didn't believe that. He always thought that these forms were just coincidences. Whether the result of the lottery was good or bad was a matter of probability, so he didn't care. But why did the bamboo stick break when it was Lu Lie's turn?

The young man looked a little unhappy.

Lu Lie's eyes darkened for a moment, then he picked up two pieces of bamboo sticks and shrugged nonchalantly: "Maybe they are too old. The bamboo sticks are moldy and hairy. It is normal to break them in half. You should change them."

He returned the bamboo sticks and bamboo tubes to the monk, threw a few hundred dollars into the merit box, and said, "If I break it, I will pay it to the Buddha."

Lu Lie took the young man and left the main hall.

The bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks are carefully made from the best raw materials and have been consecrated. In the hundred years since the previous abbot to the current abbot, they have never been broken or even damaged at all.

Today it suddenly stopped.

The monk knew that something might be wrong, but he was not wise enough to see it. He held the broken bamboo stick and was about to cry without tears. He was about to be reprimanded by the abbot again. Later, when the senior brother saw the broken bamboo stick, his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly ran to the backyard.