I have special high-cold skills

Those innocent eyes stared at him like a stranger.

Maybe after an unknown day, the long waiting and waiting will only leave a body of exhaustion and frost.But hundreds of years, he has been so tired.

During the 200 years of running around, he met Qingshi by chance.

The child was the same as the last time we met, looking at him with unusually hot eyes.It seems that there is still no real distinction between family affection and love, but it seems to have changed, with scruples and hesitation.

Fusheng and Hongjun have come to this point, and they are inseparable from Qingshi, but Fusheng didn't make a move. One is that the two are both the pinnacle of power in this small world, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. Two, after all, it is a thing of the past. Sheng is no longer in the mood to pursue it now, and Qingshi Sanlai is still his child after all.It's a fault of not raising a godfather, and one day you will understand when you are young.

This time I found Pei Qing's reincarnation, and Fu Sheng personally raised him, as long as Gu Changan wanted, he would be satisfied.This kind of feeling of cultivation is good, but it's a pity that Gu Chang'an followed the temperament of his previous life, he had no desires or desires, and he didn't know who he followed.

However, something unexpected happened.

On the day when Gu Chang'an came of age, the sky of the entire Eastern Continent was dyed black, and the long-lost godhead reappeared, sneaking into Gu Chang'an's heart with lightning speed.Fu Sheng didn't panic either, he probably lived for a long time, and nothing seemed to touch his heart.

After all, the dark godhead will not hurt Gu Changan.

The awakening of the Dark God caused turmoil in the whole world, demons danced wildly, and elves hid.

Guangshen opened his calm and waveless eyes, and then closed them again.

Fu Sheng is tall and tall, with a pair of blood-red eyes that are calm and calm.

His silver-gray pupils were opened, and his waist-length black hair was windless. He seemed to be confused for a moment. The returning Dark God raised his chin slightly. With a layer of dreamy halo, he closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, the Dark God smiled and murmured softly.

--"I am back."

It was as if the sky had cleared up after the rain, the sky was shining, and the dark clouds covering the sky gradually dispersed.

The returning Dark God took back everything he once had, including power, memory, and emotion.

Fu Sheng finally showed a smile.

This is probably the purest smile in these hundreds of years, full of happiness.

It is clearly the same person, but the mood is completely different.

Hundreds of years later, the world has changed a lot. Fusheng and Pei Qing did not mention the past. The two walked around the market in a good atmosphere and ate special snacks.

Pei Qing stopped in front of a stall, staring intently with his head turned sideways.

Seeing that he didn't follow, Fu Sheng also looked back.

It was a small, gray and unremarkable stall, without any conspicuous place on the street.The stall owner is an ordinary-looking little girl with a table and two baskets.A canvas signboard reads "Zhang's Sophora Cake". There are quite a lot of customers for such a stall that can be said to be a craving.

It's just that Fusheng has a psychological shadow on Sophora japonica cake, and doesn't like it very much.

Pei Qing was a little dazed, and seemed quite interested.

Shopping is a kind of fun, and Fu Sheng didn't intend to use spells, so he pulled Pei Qing to line up.

The two looked refined, and deliberately used a technique that made people instinctively ignore them to prevent them from being watched. Now the people who were queuing up in the crowd had to notice, and they were stunned.Pei Qing frowned slightly, and embraced Fusheng in his arms without saying a word.Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment and didn't struggle.

Alone for more than 200 years, the father of 18 years, suddenly being protected by this man in his arms, his old face couldn't help but feel a little warm.Fu Sheng joked in a low voice to cover up his discomfort: "Good boy, you already know how to protect your father."

Pei Qing's eyebrows twitched and his deep voice was as calm as water: "Then daddy is going to put me to sleep tonight?"

Fu Sheng was thrown back as a joke, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I'm not serious!" But he didn't see a smile flashing from the corner of Pei Qing's eyes above him.

The arms around his shoulders tightened, and Pei Qing responded nonchalantly.Fu Sheng couldn't please her, so she resentfully stopped making fun of it.

After queuing for a while, it was their turn. The girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old covered her lips and exclaimed "ah" when she saw them. Selling Sophora Cake. How much does the customer want?"

Seeing that Pei Qing had no intention of opening his mouth, Fu Sheng said, "Two copies."

The little girl packed two packs deftly.Fu Sheng handed over a gold coin.The little girl was a little distressed, before she could speak, Fu Sheng said: "You don't need to look for it." Seeing the little girl opened her mouth to say something, Fu Sheng waved her hand: "I only have gold coins. I don't accept free money either." The girl opened her mouth and blushed. Embarrassedly accepted the gold coin: "Thank you!" Fu Sheng smiled and pulled Pei Qing away.

Huang Chengcheng's oiled paper bag contained more than half of the bag of Sophora japonica cake, each of which was half the size of a fist, and Fu Sheng handed a bag to Pei Qing.

Pei Qing took the paper bag and stared at the pastry inside, frowning slightly.

Fu Sheng was a little surprised, he sniffed, the aroma was tangy, and the appearance was good, he asked curiously: "Why? Don't you like it?"

Pei Qing looked at him, and said slowly, "I don't like it." His long black hair was not standing up as usual, but was loosely tied with a plain white hairband and hung behind him, with some broken pieces. The hair hangs on the side of the face, the difference between black and white is huge, and it sets off the fair skin, the silver-gray eyes are light, but not cold, like a pool of clear spring, clean and clear.

Fu Sheng's heart skipped a beat.This face and those eyes reminded him suddenly of Hongjun. Compared with the lofty Daoist ancestor who had no desires and desires, he was equally indifferent, but Pei Qing was more emotional, and more often the two were almost indistinguishable from each other.

He hastily withdrew his gaze and took a Sophora japonica cake and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulged suddenly, and he said vaguely, "It's delicious, do you want to try it?"

He couldn't see Pei Qing's expression, but only vaguely felt that the other party really had to take one and taste it. Fu Sheng peeked over, and Pei Qing's two white jade-like fingers held the soft, waxy and still steaming pastry, and took a delicate sip. Taste, like a nobleman who does not touch fireworks.

Noticing Fu Sheng's gaze, Pei Qing lifted his eyelashes slightly to look at him.

Being spotted peeping by the other party, Fu Sheng simply looked back generously, swallowed the last mouthful, and asked pretendingly, "How does it taste?"

Pei Qing blinked, rolled his silver-gray eyes with a flat complexion, seemed to be thinking about the aftertaste, and said for a while, "Not bad. But I don't like it."

I didn't quite understand why the other party didn't like the taste even though they thought it tasted good, so Fu Sheng didn't struggle, and just said: "That's fine, if you don't want to eat it, you can leave it to me."

Pei Qing moved his gaze to his abdomen: "Can you eat it?"

Fu Sheng raised his chin, and said disdainfully: "Two packs of pastries, I can't help you." In fact, cultivators and gods like them don't have these needs, that is, they don't eat or drink, so all the food goes into it. The body will automatically be decomposed and dissipated.

Pei Qing suddenly patted his abdomen, Fu Sheng was numb and took a step back, glaring at him: "What are you doing?"

Pei Qing said calmly: "Be careful of your belly getting bigger."

Fu Sheng sneered: "Are you kidding me?"

The corners of Pei Qing's mouth turned up slightly and then calmed down without any trace: "Yes."

Fu Sheng stared at Pei Qing suspiciously, the Dark God after his return was a bit weird, this illusion of the unknown made Fu Sheng feel a little creepy.He stared at Pei Qingyun's bland expression and almost saw a flower.Noticing Fusheng's eyes, Pei Qing tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

Fu Sheng coughed dryly: "Cough, there is something next to your mouth, you should wipe it off."

Pei Qing approached him and lowered his head slightly, put his cool lips on them, and they fell apart as soon as he touched him, straightened up and looked at Fu Sheng who was standing stupidly on the background board, with a half smile: "Have you wiped it clean?"

There were people coming and going in the street, and no one noticed what happened to the two of them just now, but Fu Sheng's cheeks were still hot, and he gritted his teeth: "How shameless are you in public?"

Pei Qing looked indifferent: "No. I want you."

Fu Sheng's face turned green with excitement.

The author has something to say: a lot of homework! ! !Be busy like a spinning top.This chapter has been written intermittently for many days before finishing ORL

←v←Actually, I want to update the article about the prostitute next door.

God, God, why do you live in Two-dimensional!Angry lick! ! ! QAQ

By the way, this article is now 22 words. I am afraid. I originally wanted to get it done in 10,000+ words.

But it's almost the end, at most two chapters...?

Finally, I would like to thank Xiao Ying, little baby, for the landmines

Chapter 67

From eating on the street to the end of the street, Fusheng expressed his satisfaction, clutching his stomach that hadn't changed much from time to time and lamenting, while Pei Qing mostly just watched quietly as he clamored that he couldn't eat any more. Bu's eyes sparkled again at the next stall.

Whenever Fusheng brought snacks to Pei Qing's lips, he never refused.

But for hundreds of years, Fusheng's feeling about this world is not so bad. In other words, for Fusheng who has experienced the three worlds, it has become an instinct to integrate into it, and the eagerness to go back to "home" has long been Wandering away in such a long time, it is not even known to him which is his real "home".

Is it the 21st century with advanced technology at the beginning, or the prehistoric world where time is wasted, or this strange different world continent.Everywhere has his home, but nowhere is his home.

So - what is home?

He couldn't tell the difference himself.

The man leaned his Fusheng against the wall, his lips and teeth were entangled, his black hair was mixed together without distinguishing between you and me, his suppressed panting was dissipated by the mocking shouts, and someone whispered softly in his ears.

"—Wait for me, I'll come back to you after I kill him. Okay?