God's Chosen Saturday

After the two of them practiced the sword, Luo Chongshuang felt his stomach was empty, and there was a "cheeping" sound.

Fu Canzhen smiled coldly: "You are very good, and you are quite hungry."

Luo Chongshuang didn't make any rebuttals at all. Eating is a big deal, and it won't hurt him to force Lai Lai a few words. He replied without any shame: "I'm a heartless eater."

Accompanied by the hearty smile of the other party, Luo Yingcheng's cold and mechanized voice sounded: "I'm sorry, your charm index has increased."

Luo Chongshuang was rather puzzled: "So he likes me like this?"

"Come on, number FZ8874," Luo Yuncheng inexplicably encouraged himself: "Fuck him, sleep with him, and make him fascinated all day long."

"...Young man, I always feel that there is something wrong with your thinking, it seems to be a little colored."

"If you have yellow in your heart, everyone will be yellow."

"Don't be beaten up, don't start, don't push yourself, I'm pretty capable now!"

Having said that, Luo Chongshuang has long since given up resistance. If he does not complete the task, he will stay in this world forever. He does not want to occupy other people's bodies all the time. Other people's bodies belong to others after all, no matter how good they are, they are not his own.

What's more, not everyone would cherish the body of the original owner like him. He didn't know the situation of his original body for the time being, and he didn't know if he would be messed up, or even do some color deals to seek benefits.

"If I complete the mission in this world, can you tell me a little bit about the condition of my original body?"

"Yes, number FZ8874."

For the first time, Luo Chongshuang felt happy that Luo Yuncheng had finally become an individual: "Baby, Dad is very satisfied with you!"

"Father, do you owe a day?"

Luo Chongshuang looked up, and Fu Canzhen stared at him coldly.

He reached out and pinched Luo Chong's soft cheeks: "What are you laughing at?"

Luo Chongshuang always kept the mission in mind: "I really want to call you a son, but I can't beat your father."

"I suspect you are scolding me, and my fist is hard."

"What can't be done, pretend to be XNo.1."

"Little prince, you've changed. I haven't seen you in just three days. You can make my fist hard several times. You're really gone."

"Are you just hard in your fist?" Luo Chongshuang smiled slightly: "Is your dick hard?"

Fu Canzhen gave two "tsk tsk" sounds: "It's really floating, you dare to seduce me blatantly, you coquettish old rabbit."

Luo Chongshuang was unmoved: "Who made me feel ashamed when I was old?"

"Sorry, your charisma index has gone up."

The corners of Luo Chong's mouth curled up, thinking: "This silly boy can increase his charm index by just saying a few words. This time, I will definitely not have to stay for another 15 years."

Luo Chongshuang rubbed his hands secretly, trying to force himself to conquer the city in Fu Canzhen's heart, and make him a puppet in his hands as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Luo Chongshuang felt a sense of disgust in his heart. He had never given his lover to anyone, unlike Fu Canzhen, who gave the original owner to others. Most of the time between him and his lover was good. , only occasionally going to extremes.

"Sorry, your scum index has risen."

Luo Chongshuang: "I can't even think about it???"

Luo Yuncheng sneered disdainfully: "This moral model does not allow you to beautify yourself in any way."

Luo Chongshuang: "You damn dog man will only make my face full of question marks every day."

After the two finished breakfast, Luo Chongshuang wanted to go back to the house, but Fu Canzhen stopped him from leaving.

"Little prince, don't leave yet, come and write with me. I haven't practiced calligraphy with you for a long time."

"Do you know what you call me?"

"what?"

"You call me little prince!"

"What's the matter? We have been shouting like this since we were young."

"Since I'm a prince, of course I won't stop if you tell me to stop."

Fu Canzhen looked at him with weird eyes: "Then what do you want?"

Luo Chongshuang raised his face confidently and arrogantly: "But you are coquettishly coaxing me!"

"What if I don't?"

"Then I will be a wayward little prince."

Fu Canzhen let out a "puchi" laugh: "I wonder if you are the original little prince?"

"It goes without saying that it will be replaced as if it were fake."

Fu Canzhen didn't entangle for a long time on the issue of authenticity: "Since you don't want to practice calligraphy, then exercise with me. I'm talking about the kind on c, I really wish for it."

"Are you still human?"

"No, I'm just a dog man who makes you cry and drive you crazy."

"Young man, you are very self-aware," Luo Chongshuang compromised without backbone: "Then I'll practice calligraphy."

"Little prince, those who know current affairs are heroes."

Luo Chongshuang didn't dare to guarantee his level. After all, he never practiced calligraphy. In the last world, even during the college entrance examination, he could only write square and square characters. It's a bit awkward.

After the college entrance examination, Luo Chongshuang never practiced calligraphy again. What he wrote most was his flamboyant signature, which his own mother couldn't recognize.

However, the original owner of this body, Chu Yumo, was able to write beautiful calligraphy. He is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although he is not a Han Chinese, he grew up here and knows the importance of good calligraphy.

When he was a child, Fu Canzhen could not write well and was beaten by the teacher. It was Chu Yumo who comforted him. Later, when his father had to check his homework, it was Chu Yumo who stayed up at night and kept his eyes open to copy homework for him.

The handwriting between the two is more familiar than anyone else, Luo Chongshuang dare not write rashly.

Holding the pen in his hand, he hesitated for a long time and did not dare to write. He stared blankly at the blank paper. After a while, a little ink dripped on the white rice paper.

Fu Canzhen asked, "Little Prince, what's wrong?"

Luo Congshuang remembered that this body had been seriously injured. On the day Fu Canzhen returned triumphantly, he saw his brother who was taken as a prisoner's trophy on the street. He hadn't seen him for many years. At night Chu Yumo wanted to commit suicide and cut his wrist with his right hand, but he lost too much blood, fell asleep and had a fever for more than half a month, and since then his right hand has been unable to lift things, but the original owner has been hiding it from him.

Luo Chongshuang let go of the pen and sighed heavily: "I can't write anymore."

"why?"

Luo Zhongshuang's long and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, intertwined to conceal conspiracy: "My hand was injured before."

Fu Canzhen knew it well, picked up his right hand and looked at the scar on it carefully: "It's been a year, isn't this wound healed?"

Luo Chongshuang shook his head: "I will never get better in this life."

Fu Canzhen smiled lightly: "Then let me teach you, just like we did when we were young."

Luo Chongshuang looked at him in surprise. Under the gaze of the other party, he picked up the pen and waited for the next text.

Fu Canzhen's rough palm was caressing the back of Luo Chongshuang's smooth hand, but one hand was caressing Luo Chongshuang's waist, and the dark strokes outlined each word on the snow-white rice paper.

Luo Chongshuang felt his heart itch, he thought this must be the most real throbbing in the original owner's heart.

He still loves him, that must be the case.

Luo Chongshuang smiled: "General, I haven't seen your chicken feet for many years. It seems that you have made great progress."

The warm air exhaled by Fu Canzhen sprayed all on Luo Chongshuang's ears: "Of course, after three days of farewell, you should look at him with admiration."

Luo Chongshuang felt a little itchy, and broke free slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to hug his waist tightly.

"General, please respect yourself!"

"What if I say no?"

Luo Chongshuang said truthfully: "Then I have nothing to do."

"If there's nothing wrong, just stay there and don't move."

"Squeeze your neck, say whatever you want."

"I found that you have really changed a lot. Before, you were dull and didn't talk all day. In fact, you have a lot to say to you."

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

Fu Canzhen smiled: "Are you jealous? You don't want to see me staying in women's rooms all day long."

Luo Chongshuang behaved consistently: "I'm just a little prince with no feelings!"

Fu Canzhen said to herself: "I just take it as your acquiescence."

Luo Chongshuang's face was full of question marks: "Don't you think, I want me to think."

Just as Fu Canzhen was about to speak, his newly married concubine pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she entered, there was a scene of two big men hugging each other, which caused a great shock to her young heart.

"You???" She pointed at the two of them, not knowing what to say for a long time, and she didn't dare to scold Fu Canzhen directly, so she had to use Luo Chongshuang: "You are so shameless, you male vixen! You even seduced the general!"

Luo Chongshuang's face darkened, and he struggled to get rid of Fu Canzhen's embrace: "I beg you to hook him away."

Fu Canzhen didn't let go of her hand, and even secretly used her strength to hug her tightly. He just said: "Next time you come in, ask someone to inform me, don't come in directly."

The face of the other party changed, and the beautiful face instantly contained tears from the early morning: "General, I am worried about you."

"I think you should worry about yourself first." Luo Chongshuang glanced at Fu Canzhen: "General, if you don't leave, my reputation as a male vixen will be completely wiped out."

Fu Canzhen didn't respond, nor did she say anything.

Luo Chongshuang sneered, no wonder these two people ended up like this.

"Why does the general like you, you male vixen?" The man carried his ruthlessness to the end, and what he said hit the nail on the head: "The general killed your people and captured your brother. The soldiers of Daqing were stationed in your former Your homeland is already the land of Daqing, you and the general have a deep blood feud, if you have a sense of shame, don't try to deceive people with sweet words."

What Fu Canzhen said was bloodless, he hugged Luo Chongshuang tightly, and refused to let go.

"So what if there is deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood," Luo Chongshuang said in a loud voice: "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, my brother is not as good as others, and cannot guard the people of the country. Thanks to the grace of the current sage, I have forgiven my brother and other relatives. As long as my loved ones are still alive, I am satisfied."

Luo Chongshuang spoke loudly, not only for these two people, but also for the eyes and ears of the Empress Dowager outside.

If he wants to live well in this world, he must not hinder the eyes of His Majesty and the Empress Dowager. Even if Fu Canzhen dies in the future, he will be able to live well and even prepare a pension for himself.

But it would be better to finish the task and leave earlier.

Thinking of this, Luo Chongshuang said with a smile: "I love the general, and I also admire the general. It doesn't matter if the general doesn't like me. I don't care how many women he has."

When Fu Canzhen heard these words, she turned angry: "Shut up, don't say any more."

Shut up and shut up, Luo Chongshuang couldn't bear this grievance, even if he heard that his charm index had improved again, he didn't feel happy.

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