How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

These confessions that belonged uniquely to Fan Wujiu could only be spoken in his heart.

He knew that if Jiang Luo recalled the past, he would only feel that his master was so despicable and dirty.

In that era when everyone regarded reputation as life, no matter whether male or female, anyone who suffered such an insult would wish the other person dead!

But at this moment, he was thinking about himself...

Fan Wujiu wanted to stop him, but he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

And he thought of Huo Yancheng, the clone he had ruthlessly cut off. Would they be like this every day?

Thinking of this, Fan Wujiu's bad nature couldn't help but run away. He thought, why should he deserve his goodness?

It is clearly me who made them what they are, all the happiness is theirs, but all the pain is mine?

Fan Wujiu pressed Jiang Luo's neck hard, wanting only to possess him completely, until he could not help but vomit physiologically, and then Fan Wujiu held him in his arms.

Jiang Luo said: "You are really good."

Fan Wujiu held the back of his head, and a low rumbling sound came from his chest: "You forced me to do this. Why did you do this?"

Jiang Luo smiled softly on his chest, brushed his chest muscles with one hand, looked up at him and said, "Do you like it?"

Fan Wujiu didn't understand why he said such ambiguous words, but at this moment he felt that the weather was beautiful and the atmosphere was very good, so he hummed softly: "I like it."

Jiang Luo chuckled and asked, "Are you still willing to leave me?"

Fan Wujiu was deeply saddened, and he tightened his arms. He lost his composure for the first time.

But he understood that this was because Jiang Luo had no memories of his past life. If he had memories of his past life, how could he continue to get along with him as if nothing had happened?

Fan Wujiu slowly closed his eyes and said, "I can't bear to leave you, but so what? You will leave me sooner or later."

It was the first time that Jiang Luo met such an awkward person, and he thought to himself, is it up to you to decide whether I leave you or not?

Shouldn't I be the one to make the decision?

Maybe Jinglin will leave you, but I... I think I still need to think about it.

Jiang Luo got up from his arms, stretched out his hand to him, and asked, "Are you feeling better? Get up!"

Fan Wujiu pulled him back into the hot spring. After regaining his strength, he smiled mischievously and said, "You started it first, so you can't blame me. Jiang Luo, my little Jinglin, it's been a long time since I've taken good care of you."

As he spoke, he held Jiang Luo's lips, sucked hard, and gently placed him where he had just been lying.

Jiang Luo frowned and asked, "Fan Wujiu, what do you want to do?"

Fan Wujiu chuckled: "It's rude not to reciprocate. I want to see whether you like me more or I like you more."

As it turned out, Fan Wujiu was still better.

No one knows where Fan Wujiu learned these dirty tricks over the past thousands of years, but a young and inexperienced person like Jiang Luo is still no match for this old hand.

Jiang Luo gritted her teeth to prevent herself from making any sound, but her cheeks were unusually pink and tender, probably because of the hot spring bath!

The hot spring itself can promote blood circulation, and Jiang Luo had just been exhausted, so he was having some difficulty breathing.

He begged Fan Wujiu: "You...be gentle, I...I can't breathe."

Fan Wujiu kissed Jiang Luo gently, and there was a faint fishy smell on his lips, as well as the unique scent of hot springs.

Fan Wujiu said: "If you like, I can teach you. Back then, I learned a lot of skills, and I have tested them all on you."

Now Jiang Luo understood. No wonder Fan Wujiu felt that he would leave him. With the way he was causing trouble for others, anyone would want to leave him.

Moreover, I was extremely insecure in my previous life. After losing my parents and sister, I became particularly sensitive and depressed.

Maybe an ancient god does not have these worldly worries, but Jiang Luo understands Jinglin very well.

Now he actually can't stand Fan Wujiu a little bit. If he didn't know what kind of person he was, and if he wasn't willing to sacrifice his own life to save him, Jiang Luo might still hate him very much.

Jiang Luo held Huo Yancheng's shoulders, a tear rolled down her cheeks. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and left a row of tiny teeth marks on his shoulder.

Blood seeped into the gaps between his teeth, and a fishy-sweet smell came from it, but Fan Wujiu was unaware of it and was still kissing Jiang Luo gently, but with a little more force, making Jiang Luo's breathing more unstable.

The hot spring was splashing with water, and the tree that blooms all year round dropped many petals, turning half of the hot spring water pink.

I don’t know if the little bird on the tree has become a spirit, it flew away and disappeared long ago.

It was not until the sun set that Fan Wujiu used his strong arms to carry Jiang Luo back to the room.

Jiang Luo was wrapped in his coat, looking very small, like a frightened little animal, and fell into a deep sleep.

After settling him down, Fan Wujiu got up, put on his clothes, and went to the yard outside.

The housekeeper Xia Kucao stood there quietly, his eyes calm, and asked, "You left your immortal spirit with him, causing you to lose most of your cultivation. Is this the reason?"

Fan Wujiu coughed lightly and said, "Why? Are you jealous?"

Xia Kucao chuckled, brought him a cup of tea, and said calmly: "Am I jealous that you didn't really win his heart in both lives? Lu Qing, you are the son of the ancient gods, you have your own responsibilities and obligations. I advise you not to waste yourself for him anymore. It's not too late for you to take back your immortal roots now, otherwise you..."

Prunella Vulgaris said nothing more, but just snorted lightly.

Fan Wujiu smiled roguely and said, "When do you think I have ever taken on the responsibilities and obligations of an ancient god's son? Besides, Father God has never left me any responsibilities and obligations. He only wants me to enjoy my days as a god and doesn't want me to sacrifice myself for the world like he did."

All fathers probably think this way and don't want their children to follow in their footsteps, even if they are ancient father gods.

Xia Ku Cao sighed and said, "But you shouldn't give him your immortal root. Your father God didn't ask you to give up your life. Are you doing him justice by doing this?"

Fan Wujiu, however, came forward and half-huggled Xia Kucao, grinning and saying, "Brother Xia, I know you have always regarded Father God as your father and brother, and me as your brother. It's because when I was born, my blood enlightened you, making you, a Xia Kucao, a spirit. But you don't have to keep this favor in your heart. I don't regard you as a housekeeper either. From now on, you don't have to stay in Nanchun Mountain all the time. Find a blessed place wherever you think is good and build a mountain and a palace!"

After saying that, Fan Wujiu turned around happily, but was stopped by Xia Kucao again: "Stop right there! Do you think I really want to be your butler? If it weren't for the fact that you are the only son of Father God, do you think I would take care of you? The last time you came back, you lost your immortal root, and I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Now I finally know that you gave the immortal root to him! You..."

Fan Wujiu interrupted him, and walked out with an attitude of not wanting to hear anything. He said, "Shut up, I'm leaving now. I'm going to go find Old Pine Tree to drink some wine!"

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to Xia Kucao's chattering and turned to walk out the door.

Xia Kucao was very helpless. He sighed and finally said, "Lu Qing, you are really hopeless!"

It was not until Fan Wujiu walked away that Xia Kucao said in a cold voice: "Come out!"

There was a rustling sound in the corner. Jiang Luo, who should have been fast asleep in the room, slowly walked out from the corner. He bowed slightly to Xia Kucao and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xia, for helping me hide my body just now."

He knew that with his level of cultivation, he would definitely not be able to hide it from Fan Wujiu.

Xia Kucao's attitude towards Jiang Luo was completely different from before. He said, "You don't have to thank me. If it wasn't for taking back his immortal root, I wouldn't have done this. If he knew about this, he would definitely not let me go. But I have no choice. Even if I risk my life, I can't let Father God down."

Jiang Luo was silent for a moment, but only asked one question: "His name is Lu Qing?"