Don't suck me, I'm not sweet {wear book}

Wen Nong was stunned for a while. Since he was a child, no one had ever told him that, so his eyes turned red involuntarily.

In the next second, Lu Dao's scorching breath swirled around his neck.

Wen Nong turned off the ignition instantly, pressed his forehead with one hand and pushed him away: "What a virtue! What are you doing?"

Lu Dao was pushed back, but he laughed happily, took his hand and stretched it to his mouth, opened his cuff and gently bit his wrist: "Big brother, I'm a little hungry."

Wen Nong: "!"

Almost forgot, 20 days has arrived.

gg.

But Lu Dao didn't intend to bite his wrist, and his eyes were still normal.

only……

Wen Nong couldn't help it anymore: "...What are you doing with my hand?"

"Sweet." Lu Dao rubbed his hand, "Take a few breaths of the warm and thick immortal energy, you will feel refreshed."

As she said that, she grabbed a piece of his flesh, opened her eyelids and looked at him with a smile, and said vaguely, "It's cool."

Wen Nong was silent for two seconds, stretched out his left hand and took off his left boot.

Lu Dao: "?"

Wen Nong raised his leg high and started walking.

The young master who was kicked in the middle fell to the ground, holding his chest and vomiting blood: "Pfft——"

No blood, just a bunch of spittle stars.

"I'm dead, I'm useless—"

His buck teeth groaned, his front paws made a cross in shock, his big ears and tail were erect, and he was uncertain.

The actor rolled all over the ground: "Ah Wei is dead——"

Wen Nong put on his shoes, wiped his hands and took out the hard-boiled egg in his bosom, warmed it with spiritual power, and peeled most of the shell.

The young master who returned home with a majestic mental retardation rolled out of rhythm, kicking his legs on the floor non-stop.Suddenly a hand patted his forehead, and he stopped immediately.

"Daomo, open your mouth."

Lu Dao obediently opened his mouth, and stuffed a boiled egg into it.

Wen Nong clapped his hands: "Stuff your stomach first, what do you want for lunch?"

Lu Dao chewed on the bird's egg, his cheeks bulged, and his fingertips channeled spiritual power to write in the air: "Dumplings."

Wen Nong raised his eyebrows, he just ground the flour two days ago just to make dumplings.He nodded: "Okay, you play with Baoya first, and I will do it."

Lu Dao puffed his cheeks and nodded, still unable to get up on the ground.Wen Nong had no choice but to pat him down and got up to go to the kitchen.

Only then did Bao Ya struggle to retract his forked front paws, and slipped to Lu Dao's side to sniff him.

Lu Dao swallowed the bird's egg, lay on his side and coughed a few times.Bucktooth poked his head forward, stroked its fur, and took a few breaths, his eyes were red and blue.

"Listen, if one day I can't hold your mother down and bite your mother on the ground, you will use all your strength to grab dad away and throw him into the underground bath. You have the spiritual power given by dad, you can do it, understand? "

There was doubt in the eyes of the buck-toothed fox: My parents?

Lu Dao got up and rubbed his hairy head to teach him a lesson: "You idiot, I am your father, and the second master is your mother! Do you understand?"

Bucky's front paw split again, and he nodded.

Only then did he clap his hands in satisfaction, let out a long breath, and floated towards the kitchen.

Wen Nong turned his cuffs to his elbows, adjusted the stuffing, and rolled out the dough.He was preoccupied with thinking about things, but he didn't delay his handwork. The round dumplings were filled every two seconds, and the grate was full.

Who was that boy who turned into light ashes in his arms?

When he thought of that scene of meteoric decline, he felt a sense of myocardial infarction.

He frowned and put the wrapped dumplings over, wrapped in warm hands.

Wen Nong was taken aback, turned his head and said to him: "Why are you walking without sound? You are scared to death."

Lu Dao grinned, "I teleported here."

Wen Nong was not in a good mood: "The kitchen is important, the ancestors who only eat and can't cook go out to play, don't make trouble."

Lu Dao flashed behind him: "Who said the young master can't do it, as long as you teach me, I can do anything."

He saw dumplings in his sea of ​​consciousness the day before yesterday, and he was very curious about them.

"Don't be like a koala, and turn down the temperature a bit, I don't need a sauna, thank you, you're making me have a fever."

Lu Dao then lowered the temperature, but still leaned against him, bent over and put his head on Wen Nong's shoulder, watching him deftly make dumplings: "Wen Nong, is this delicious?"

"It's delicious." Wen Nong pushed him uncomfortably, "The main reason is that it's your first trip in a few days. There is a custom in my hometown that people who travel far away have to eat a bowl of dumplings to keep them safe."

"You are so worried about the young master, why don't you go with me?"

Wen Nong stopped and turned to look at him in surprise: "What?"

Lu Dao embraced him from behind, held his flour-stained hands with both hands, tilted his head and looked directly at him: "Come with me to Lingwu Mountain."

Wen Nong was caught off guard: "I'm so weak, going there will only hinder you..."

Lu Dao's hand caressed the back of his hand, and he clasped his fingers tightly: "Nonsense, you are not weak at all." He rubbed Wen Nong's side face, "You are by my side, but I have endless energy. Besides, it can be as short as three days, or as long as half a month, how can you bear the young master to be exposed to the wind, sun and rain outside? Maybe the young master will be skinny and skinny when he comes back!"

Wen Nong couldn't help laughing: "It's only a few days, as for the young master?"

"Why not?" Lu Dao lightly rubbed his fingertips, "Not for half a day, not even for a moment."

Wen Nong had goosebumps all over his body: "Let go of your hand and talk again!"

"I don't, I won't." Lu Dao smiled close to him, "I won't let go if I don't agree."

"you--"

"Promise?" Lu Dao squeezed his hand clumsily making dumplings, "Say it quickly."

Wen Nong's earlobes turned red, and he muttered, "I really want to wrap you into dumplings and steam them."

Lu Dao snuggled up to him and smiled: "You are the dumpling wrapper, the young master has no objection."

"Fuck you! Hey let go of your hands, you don't know how to bag, get out!"

"No roll, no roll."

Poor Xie Xie with the fork in the Changli Palace waited for a long time, but he still didn't get his parents' lunch.

It cramped with grievance.

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