Who is not a fairy?

This series of actions happened in the blink of an eye, and He Xu didn't have the time to think about it. After catching Song Yu, he felt relieved and found that his entire back was wet with sweat.He moved his muscles and bones, and the two pieces of flesh on his back couldn't stop being sore.

Xiong Yihui clutched his chest and shouted, "Oh my god!"

After shouting, he went to look at He Xu's face. He Xu was drooping his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. He raised his head as if he was staring at him, and his eyelashes spread out, releasing a few strands of inexplicable tears. Light.

Xiong Yihui's heart sank slightly and he didn't speak.

He Xu leaned over slightly, put one arm around Song Yu's shoulder, and passed the other hand through the crook of his knee, and hugged him like a princess.

Xiong Yihui immediately ran to the Beetle very knowingly, opened the car door for He Xu, and He Xu thanked him and got in.

The engine roared: "I just saw you sitting at the door, as if you were waiting for someone?"

He Xu put Song Yu's head on his lap: "Yeah, after I sent the broadcast, I was afraid they would not be able to find the broadcasting room, so I waited downstairs, but no one came."

"So, there are only three of us in this village now?"

"perhaps."

Xiong Yihui's hands fumbled in the locker for a while, and he touched the pack of cigarettes he was smoking just now, and there were two more. He threw one to He Xu and returned it to the original owner: "Xiao Song just...what happened?"

He Xu frowned, and the obvious worry finally appeared in his indistinct expression: "I don't know, before the people in Tongdao Village disappeared, he had such symptoms, but I didn't pay attention at that time, it was me not good."

There was a hole in the windshield, and there was no need to open the window at this moment, and the smoke was blown out of shape. Xiong Yihui comforted him: "Maybe he was too tired. His pale face just now surprised me."

He Xu looked out the window and gave a low "hmm".

The road was wide, Xiong Yihui was holding the steering wheel loosely, following He Xu's line of sight, he involuntarily returned to the towering giant tree.

Xiong Yihui asked suddenly: "What do you think this tree is?"

He Xu: "Didn't you just say that it was an NPC who prevented us from leaving the village?"

Xiong Yihui smiled "Hey": "There is something shameful outside, we can't let us go out."

He Xu was silent for a moment, and understood what he meant: "If Tongdao Village disappears on the map, it will inevitably cause panic in the whole world. Now that the technology is so advanced, it is only a matter of time before it can be attacked. So the best way is to separate us, suddenly It wasn't the living people of Tongdao Village who disappeared, but the three of us."

Xiong Yihui: "One click, smart."

He Xu glanced at him, ignoring his insignificant praise: "Then why are there traces of life in another copper rice village?"

Xiong Yihui said: "Didn't you say at the beginning that not only the living people but also the dogs are gone? There are no people, no dogs, and along the way, there are no chickens or ducks. Although there are plants, none of them have leaves. They're all dead—do you understand me when I say that?"

He Xu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It's just..." Xiong Yihui scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, and then he scratched a lot of his hair, "All natural things are dead, except the three of us, do you understand now?"

He Xu couldn't help lowering his voice: "A civilized world that is opposed to nature—do you think this is the world of gods?"

Xiong Yihui hurriedly said, "That's what you said."

He Xu laughed.

Xiong Yihui is a little clever, but lacks courage—in other words, he is so clever that there is only a layer of window paper left, and he refuses to be the one who punctured the window paper.

Xiong Yihui also smiled, and glanced at the rearview mirror after laughing: "That tree should not only be wary of us going out...but the words behind it are not very pleasant, I am a little embarrassed to say."

Basically, when it comes to this, it is short of writing four big characters "Quickly ask me" on the face, and most people just go with the flow and ask out of their own curiosity.

It's a pity that He Xu is obviously not an ordinary person. After hearing this, he smiled and nodded: "Then don't talk about it."

Xiong Yihui: "..."

He was silent for three seconds, decided to pretend that nothing had happened, and continued with a very natural shy face: "We know that although technology is advanced now, there are still many things that science cannot explain. The most intuitive example is yours. Power, so many times when people pray to gods and worship Buddha, it is not completely useless."

He Xu: "Yes."

Xiong Yihui said: "We believe in many things. Things with high credibility are often mysterious, and mysterious things are often ancient, so I thought about the ideas of my ancestors, and suddenly thought of this tree, which has been recorded."

He Xu: "What is it?"

Xiong Yihui smiled kindly: "When I was studying, I even took a Chinese textbook, which is Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou". Later generations use the toon as a metaphor for the father—if I remember correctly, the fire seed is called the seed of the gods, the king of the gods, and... the father of the gods."

He Xu raised his eyelids, and the eyes of the two collided through a thin mirror, and Xiong Yihui could almost hear the crisp "thump".

Xiong Yihui smiled and said, "I'm just making a random guess, so don't take it to heart. You see, because man and nature are in opposition, all natural things cannot enter the realm of the gods. Only we have entered. This shows that at least one A person is a god, and not only a god, but also a god that has a close relationship with Tinder, because there must be other modern gods in this village, but none of them appeared, which shows that ordinary divine power is not enough to enter the God Realm."

Xiong Yihui's opening sentence, "Just a random guess", is like a gold medal for avoiding death.

It's also a loss for He Xu, if he were to be replaced by Song Yu, he would have been flustered for a long time, and his old background had been figured out.

After what he said, it was clear that he was targeting He Xu and Song Yu. After all, of the two of them, one made sesame cakes with briquettes, and the system of becoming a god was completely different from others; the other went too far, colliding with others Divine power, the reason for which is unknown, and amnesia.

No matter how you look at it, there is suspicion.

He Xu lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "What about you?"

Xiong Yihui was taken aback: "Huh?"

He Xu said generously: "Ah Yu and I are gods, there is no doubt about it, but you are an ordinary person, how can you enter the God Realm?"

Xiong Yihui smiled: "Didn't I get your credit? Besides, I have nothing to do to exorcise ghosts and call back souls. Maybe Tinder saw that I did a good job and sealed me as a demigod."

He Xu wanted to say something more, but suddenly his subordinate's head moved. He looked down, and Song Yu woke up.

The situation was critical just now, and He Xu didn't have a good grasp of his strength. Although he woke up, his head was still groggy. Song Yu lay down relaxed for a second, and suddenly straightened up at ninety degrees. Xu's shirt, to touch his chest.

His hands were cold, and as soon as he touched his skin, he Xu had goose bumps all over his body. He Xu let out a low "hiss", frowned reluctantly, but tried to relax his body.

After a while, Song Yu came back to his senses, and hurriedly pulled down He Xu's hem: "You have just subsided your fever, be careful of catching a cold."

He Xu glanced at him: "Hands are so cold."

Song Yu put his hands behind his back and said helplessly, "I'm sorry."

He Xu laughed suddenly, the laughter came without end, before Song Yu could react, he felt warm in his palms, he lowered his head, and saw He Xu stretched out two warm hands, holding each other like holding a baby. live his.

"Is it still cold?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, the tips of his ears blushed uncontrollably, but his grip on He Xu was strong.

Xiong Yihui was in the front row, watching the whole process from beginning to end, with a loveless expression on his face, and a roar in his heart: Bastard, do single dogs have no human rights! ?

Single dogs... dogs... really don't seem to have human rights.

When the two of them were sticky enough, Song Yu remembered and apologized to Xiong Yihui.

Xiong Yihui waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm fine, I haven't lost a single hair. But Xiao Song, what did you think of me at that time, you gritted your teeth, as if we had a blood feud for eight lifetimes."

Song Yu couldn't help but look serious: "I saw He Xu was injured by the root of the tree that chased us before, and the root was right where you were, so I couldn't be more angry..."

He paused, and the air suddenly became subtle.

This is not a sentence of "dazzled" or "too tired".

When there was a dead silence, Lord Yan in his stomach broke the silence first.

The viscera don’t care what’s going on in your head, you only know that the crying child has milk to eat, and is “gurgling, gurgling” there desperately.

Xiong Yihui touched his stomach and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's leave this alone, let's go back to the hotel for dinner. Today is the winter solstice, we have to eat dumplings!"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but once he said it, it aroused the greedy worms in his stomach: pork with cabbage, eggs with leeks, shepherd's purse and shrimp...

The three of them swallowed their lunch whole, and at the moment they were screaming with hunger, Xiong Yihui immediately stepped on the gas pedal, accelerated, and rushed to the hotel.

After parking the car, I went straight to the kitchen. Seeing that the dumplings were not enough, I took out tomatoes, eggs, and two potatoes, fried tomato scrambled eggs and hot and sour potato shreds.

He Xu caught a glimpse of Song Yu standing at the door, writing down the ingredients they used stroke by stroke in a small notebook, and couldn't help laughing.

Xiong Yihui was pouring dumplings into the pot: "What are you laughing at?"

He Xu lowered his head to cut potatoes, with a smile still on his face: "It's nothing."

"Don't bully others all the time, what a child, honest and grateful, how can you laugh at others? Come on, Xiao Song," he said, waving at Song Yu, and the big lala commanded the honest man to work, "Come here and chop the tomato."

After Song Yu finished writing the ingredients, he let out a "hey" and picked up the kitchen knife excitedly.

It's a pity that he has more heart than energy, and cutting a diced tomato can cut his finger. It was Xiong Yihui who took a band-aid from his pocket and stopped the bleeding for him.

Although there were some twists and turns, I still had a meal anyway.

The four large plates were wiped out in the blink of an eye. After the meal, He Xu washed the dishes, Song Yu stood aside and talked with him, and Xiong Yihui knew he was a light bulb, so he rolled away.

He Xu washed the dishes very quickly. After flushing the water twice, he put it aside. Song Yu, a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't help but want to wash the dishes again, but He Xu slapped his paw off: "I have an injury on my hand, what did you touch?" water."

Song Yu reluctantly responded.

In order to divert his attention, his eyes wandered in the kitchen. After turning around for a while, he suddenly lowered his head to look at his toes, and said with some hesitation: "I bought food for you yesterday. When I got out of the elevator, I saw The couple at the opposite door are... what are you doing, the man is holding your face. "

He Xu: "Yes."

Song Yu: "Aren't you surprised?"

He Xu said: "Yesterday I sent you a message, and you didn't receive it even though there was a notification tone on your phone. You wouldn't lie to me, and the phone wouldn't lie to others. Knowing that there is a deviation, just like today."

Song Yu nodded, still having lingering fears: "If I really attacked Master Xiong at that time, I..."

He Xu smiled: "No, I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Song Yu responded in a muffled voice, and suddenly hugged He Xu from behind. He Xu frowned: "Don't make trouble, the apron is dirty, loosen it."

Song Yu shook his head, wrapped one arm around He Xu's narrow waist, and pinched his chin with the other, raised it slightly, and then kissed him.

He Xu half-closed his eyes, feeling like he was being gnawed carelessly by a big golden retriever.

Song Yu's body temperature has risen, especially in the mouth, it is so hot that the place touched by his tongue has softened into a puddle of water. He took off his clothes, so he didn't notice the worry that flashed from the corner of Song Yu's eyes.

He didn't forget the moment when he saw the man pressing He Xu's face, a surge of violence suddenly surged in his heart - the desire to wring his head off.

Soon, it was like an illusion, but the cold sweat on the palm of his hand told him that he really thought so.

It was a completely unfamiliar self, slowly waking up.

Song Yu was upset, so he didn't notice when He Xu touched his lower abdomen. When he came back to his senses, he found that not only the lower abdomen, but also the entire upper body had been wiped with oil. His shoulders were wide and waist thin, and his muscles were covered. A thin layer on the bone, like a cheetah with great beauty and strength.

He Xu thought for a moment that he was pinching this truncated waist on the bed, not to mention how emotional it was!

He touched his upper body all over, and was about to go down, when someone poked his waist suddenly, He Xu's legs softened immediately, and Song Yu grabbed him.

He Xu raised his head and was about to stare at him, but Song Yu kissed his eyes: "Listen."

He Xu pricked up his ears and listened for a while: "What are you listening to?"

"The sound of running water."

"what?"

"The faucet is on."

He Xu: "..."

Ha ha.

He kicked Song Yu, cleaned the dishes, turned on the faucet, ignored Song Yu, and went back to the room to wash up.

When Song Yu went upstairs, he found that he was making rapid progress, his face was already buried in the pillow, his eyes were closed, and he wondered if he had fallen asleep.

To be on the safe side, he turned off the light, washed up lightly, and got into bed together.

One o'clock in the morning.

Song Yu couldn't sleep any more, and was still snoring slightly, but someone opened his eyes in the darkness.

He quickly put on his clothes, all in black, and then rode on the little yellow car, kicked his feet, and drove across the road like a gust of wind.The figure will not be heavier than a flying swallow.

Because he stepped on it desperately, he arrived at the daytime scene in a short while, the roots of the tree were quietly stuck in the ground, and the truncated root tips were scattered on the ground.

The man took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision, then he squatted down/body, took out a bandage from his pocket, it was the one Song Yu used to stop the bleeding, and he opened it carefully, " "Slap" and slapped it on a cut root.

Nothing happened.

The man waited for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, he was about to go back on his bike. After kicking his feet, he still felt unwilling. He looked back for the last time, just one look, but firmly nailed him to the spot——

From the position where the blood was stained, a young sprout suddenly appeared.

So slender that a strong gust of wind could blow it over, but it is a bud indeed.

A green light shining, bringing this dead tree back to life.

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I'm a little busy recently, sorry for the late update