I have special high-cold skills

It's not very far away, but Fusheng can only rely on his physical organs without spiritual power. Although his eyesight is better than ordinary people's, he can't see the other person's face clearly.Fusheng could only vaguely see the lines of Hongjun's face.His chin is pointed and extremely beautiful, his face is a little thin, his complexion is white and crystal clear, standing there quietly, like a beautiful statue.

After smiling, Hong Jun tilted his head in surprise. Fu Sheng was about to turn around and enter the house when he saw the man standing in front of the flower garden slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

People are prettier than flowers.

Although this word may not be suitable, but Fusheng couldn't find any adjectives for a while.Hongjun seldom smiles, probably because things are rare and expensive, so that people's eyes shine.The exotic flowers and plants are beautiful, but they are still a little less angry. Just standing there, Hongjun forms a beautiful landscape, and people can no longer pay attention to other things.

Fu Sheng just raised his eyebrows, turned his head and entered the room for fear of being tricked by a beauty.

The body of the unicorn does not need supplementary food, so Fusheng usually sleeps through breakfast, but there are two human beings in this courtyard, breakfast can be delayed, and lunch can't be ignored, but with Hongjun around, these things can be ignored. He doesn't need to ask.

At noon, Hongjun brought a porridge.

Fu Sheng was sitting on the bed reading a book of travel notes, and wrinkled his nose when he saw the bowl of porridge with nothing but white rice in it: "Don't eat it."

Hongjun moved a stool and sat in front of the bed in a down-to-earth manner, and said, "You are just sick, so you can only eat light food."

Fu Sheng said, "I don't need to eat."

Hongjun lowered his eyes slightly: "Your current body can no longer support itself."

Fu Sheng looked at him in astonishment, then said indifferently: "It's okay, I don't feel hungry anyway."

Hongjun said: "Or do you have no strength to hold it?" Yu Bi handed over the bowl.Those silver eyes were calm and deep, as if nothing could be seen into them.

Fu Sheng looked at the not very big blue and white porcelain bowl, his fingers trembled but he didn't take it. He didn't know where he was exposed, but he didn't like the feeling of being forced to be exposed, but he had no reason to be ashamed of this. Hongjun got angry.His brow furrowed more and more.Hongjun filtered the thick white porridge with a spoon to cool down clumsily, and said softly, "It will make you feel better after drinking it." This kind of coaxing tone made Fusheng a little shy and embarrassed, and turned his face to the side and frowned: "I don't want to drink it. .”

Hongjun pursed his lips, and his voice softened: "Good boy."

Fusheng hadn't heard him speak like this for a long time, and it was unclear for a while, and he was indeed even more uncomfortable with Hongjun's behavior. He held back and couldn't help but said: "Do you think you are coaxing children?"

Hongjun said, "Drink?"

Being confused by him, and having no reason to lose his temper, Fu Sheng could only say: "Leave me alone!"

Hongjun said, "Can you handle it?"

Fu Sheng said angrily, "The spoon is still fine!"

Hongjun said "uh" and didn't speak. Fusheng saw that he was holding the bowl and was still cold porridge in a clumsy but gradually coherent way. He wanted him to put it down, but all of a sudden he just stared at the cold porridge hand. I stayed for a while.Hongjun didn't seem to notice Fusheng's gaze, but just looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand intently. This kind of utensil made by human research is beautiful and fragile, and it is not very useful but indispensable to human beings. Hongjun is first contact.

His expression doesn't seem to be any different from usual, it's faint, as if nothing can be seen by him, and everything has nothing to do with him, he is like a passerby, reading thousands of sails, leaving no trace of existence in the end trace.But Fusheng felt that at this moment, he was more focused than before.

Hongjun lowered his eyes, his silver eyelashes looked like a small brush, and he was sitting beside him.Fu Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Those eyes were not looking at him, Fu Sheng was a little scared, afraid that when he raised his eyes like that, the Milky Way would converge in his eyes, the starlight would shine brightly in his eyes, and the most beautiful things in this world would be condensed in those eyes that encompassed everything.I was afraid that because of that glance, I would once again disregard my self-esteem and fly to the flame.

And at this time, he thought of another pair of eyes, a pair of equally beautiful eyes.The blood-red eyes were like a cluster of blooming flames, more coquettish than rubies and brighter than dewdrops.

Fu Sheng pressed her forehead irritably, and finally repeated what she said before: "Let it go, I will do it myself."

The spoon hit the porcelain bowl and made a crisp crashing sound, Fu Sheng let go of the hand that was pressing his forehead, looked directly at Hong Jun and said, "That's it for me, leave me alone."

Hongjun stared at him with silver eyes, and said for a while, "You only have eyes that can't lie."

Fu Sheng didn't know what he was talking about, but he knew he couldn't continue asking, so he just kept silent.But Hongjun said: "It will take five more days to leave this world."

Fu Sheng thought, at that time, I am afraid that he will become Hong Huang's ordinary person.

However, there are many prehistoric treasures, and there are also many spiritual treasures that can increase lifespan. He can be a happy, long-lived ordinary person.

Just when he was immersed in living as an ordinary person in the future, Hongjun whispered: "From now on I will be a qualified Taoist companion."

Fu Sheng opened his mouth slightly, glared at Hongjun as if he had seen a ghost, then settled down and said, "Since when did Master Daozu start to like joking?"

The silver-haired man seemed a little lost, but it was only fleeting.He thought for a while and said, "The human said that every couple will have the seven-year itch—that is, there will be some friction over time, as long as it passes."

After hearing this, Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment, feeling that his brain cells were not enough, the corners of his mouth twitched, resisting the urge to send the two people outside the attic into a different version of hell, trying to calmly say: "Oh. What they said Partners. We're not."

Hongjun frowned, his expression unclear.

Fu Sheng clenched her fingers tightly under the quilt.Pretending to be nonchalant, he used his other hand outside to turn over a page of the travel notes spread out on the quilt and continued to read.

"Stop making trouble." Hongjun said softly.The room was very quiet without the sound of porcelain clashing.However, the occasional chirping of birds outside the window can easily arouse the inner restlessness.Fu Sheng was a little irritable.But I don't know what to worry about.

Hongjun paused for a moment and said in a slow tone: "Shall we make up?" This is the little he has learned from humans.

Fu Sheng's lips trembled but he still couldn't hold it back. A painful crescent moon imprint was embedded in the palm of his hand hidden under the quilt. Fortunately, he didn't have much strength and didn't cut it to reveal his blood. , Don’t make trouble with you. We are already in the past tense, do you know the past tense? If you don’t know, I can teach you, and I guarantee that it will be more appropriate than the human beings outside.”

Hongjun frowned, and looked at him without blinking: "I don't want to know what is the past tense."

Fu Sheng said, "I don't want to know about the reconciliation either."

Hongjun said: "I don't want to argue with you. I think we are still the same as before."

"Before?" Fu Sheng said with a long tail, and said in a cool tone, "Was it when I chased you with shamelessness, or when you sealed my memory?" Thinking of the unbearable past, Fu Sheng's inner anger was aroused churn.He couldn't understand Hongjun's approach.Memory is the most precious thing for a person, just like a travel note spread out on a notebook, and memory is the content in the book, without the words on it, it is just a stack of empty blank paper, nothing like all the paper The difference is that even if some words are printed, it is no longer the same book as before.People will be reincarnated, but he with no memory, washed soul, is no longer that person.Fusheng couldn't forgive Hongjun who fiddled with his memory like this.

For Hongjun, this relationship is just a toy that can be manipulated.Up to now, it is no longer possible to get along like this pretending that things don't exist.Fusheng looked straight at Hongjun, no longer dodging.

That expression is arrogant and stubborn like a beautiful peacock.

Hongjun's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the half-covered smear of silver made people couldn't help being amazed. He pursed his lips, and the perfect lip line drew a straight line.

As one of the only surviving Chaos Demon Gods, he is blessed by nature, the Dao can't do anything to him, the Dao of Heaven coexists with him, and he, who shouldn't have feelings, put it on this unicorn born in the beginning of the prehistoric era for the first time.Hongjun didn't know why the other party had a charm that he couldn't ignore. Every move of the other party affected his mind. For this rebellious unicorn, Hongjun did not hesitate to go against the way of heaven.But he didn't know what went wrong, and he found that the distance between the two was indeed drifting away.

This discovery made him puzzled, confused, and even unable to maintain his previous composure.He began to panic, not knowing how to make up for the rift between the two.No matter how hard you try, it seems to be of no use.In his opinion, his little unicorn obviously still has feelings for him, but he refuses to be with him anymore.Hongjun doesn't understand love, he still doesn't know what went wrong.

So he can only accompany his unicorn, hoping to fill the "seven-year itch" that humans call.

Be it demonic or Luohu, Hongjun thought, as long as Fusheng returned to him, it would be as if nothing existed.

However, Fusheng's resisting eyes and expression made it difficult for him to calm down, making him feel powerless.

very sad.

Hongjun glanced at the porridge in his hand.The result of staying up from early morning to noon did not disappoint him, he said: "Drink the porridge first, it's getting cold."

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Chapter 55

Fu Sheng's words got stuck in his throat, and he said no, he shut up and felt panicked, so he glanced at him angrily.