Please fall in love with a dangerous god

Yu Zhehong's emotional expression was too obvious, Bo Yin said: "I am not familiar with the God of Dragon Mark."

So there is nothing to be sorry about.

But the way Yu Zhehong looked at him seemed more...

Bo Yin couldn't describe this look in his eyes, like a faint blue lake, clear and clear, with a little melancholy.He had never seen this kind of look on Yu Zhehong before.

— he was feeling sorry for him.But he clearly doesn't care.

Bo Yin felt that he was not uncomfortable.

He seems to be born with a lack of emotion, and even his clan thinks so.He appeared mechanically, and when he walked out of the breeding ground, the metals that accompanied his soul polluted the entire breeding ground, turning it into a silver-white wasteland.

Even his kin fear him, whispering that he is as cold as those machines.

The birth of a god does not require a man and a woman, only one party is fine. His mother god is the god of water, but he can't have much emotion for the god of water.

Without emotion, there is nothing.If you can't understand other people, then you can't understand.To be misunderstood and feared is to be misunderstood and feared.

He doesn't get hurt by emotions, doesn't have to get out of hand, and is always precise.

...he thought so.

But why, when Yu Zhehong looked at him like this, his heart seemed to really become a little heavy, making it unbearable for him?

He lowered his eyes and restrained his emotions.

Gu Zhiyuan came back after watching the excitement, and knocked Yu Zhehong on the head: "Don't look, hurry up and clean up the stalls. Which store wakes up so late like you, it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

Yu Zhehong covered her head: "You are watching too!"

Gu Zhiyuan: "Hmph."

The group started to walk again, Yu Zhehong quietly grabbed Bo Yin's sleeve.

Boyin looked down at him, Yu Zhehong smiled.

Bo Yin felt that the strange tremor in his heart seemed to intensify.

The cloud market is huge, and many diners have mechanical life around them.The two get along well, very naturally.

Yu Zhehong felt several powerful auras, followed one to look over, and was slightly stunned, "Then... is it Kunpeng?"

Bo Yin said: "Yes."

The spiritual creature was not in the market, but outside the clouds and mists. It could be vaguely seen as a big white bird with shining blue scales on its body.

There is a fish in Dark North, and its name is Kun.It turns into a bird, its name is Peng.

Its long wings and tail dragged behind, and there was no end in sight. Yu Zhehong remembered that ancient sentence with just one glance——

Its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

It is really white and flawless like cloud silk.

Looking carefully, there are many other ancient creatures in the Yunshang market, which is many times more lively than the previous few days.

The descriptions in the textbooks in the original world appeared in front of my eyes like this.

Only now did Yu Zhehong have an idea of ​​how grand the Mountain and Sea Festival in Colorful Umbrella City is.Among these strange spiritual creatures, the Dragon Clan didn't seem so obtrusive anymore.

Several people arrived at Gu Zhiyuan's booth.

As a local tyrant, Gu Zhiyuan's stall is also extraordinary.

Most of the other stalls are simple and simple, but his is a very beautiful hot pot restaurant, which is located on a high place of clouds, taking advantage of the wind.Whatever you cook here, the fragrance will be wafting all over the place ten miles away.

Of course, land prices are also so high that mushrooms faint.

Gu Zhiyuan changed into a chef outfit, and greeted Yu Zhehong at the same time: "Hurry up and change clothes, showing our professionalism!"

Gu Zhiyuan is probably the only shop owner who makes custom clothes for the shop assistants every year.

He started to cook the pot on the long platform, and within a short while, the rich and spicy aroma spread, overwhelming all other aromas.

Mushrooms in other stalls whispered:

"Grandpa Zhiyuan has opened the door!"

"It's a pity that once he comes, we won't be able to win..."

"Ah, I really want to eat, but I need to see the stall..."

The discussion of the mushrooms also attracted the attention of other diners.

All the pot bottoms for the Shanhai Festival have to be boiled on the spot, and Gu Zhiyuan is still busy, so the store is not accepting customers for the time being.

There was a blue dragon in Yu Zhehong's mind, and for some reason he thought of fishing.

He took a snow-white table, took out the painting tools from the space ring, and began to write.

What he drew was a picture of five dragons.

The old man makes the hot pot base, and the young man draws with a brush, the two are very different.

Gradually, many people gathered on the left and right sides.

When Yu Zhehong paints, his eyes are only filled with pictures and pens.When he was in Chinnes, he often held his paintbrush all day long, even forgetting to eat, and Boyin was very used to it.

When the youth looked down, the little red mole looked very beautiful, like a grain of cinnabar.

The crowd was bustling, and he was in the middle of it, and for a moment he had the artistic conception of a world of his own.

Among the onlookers, a young man in a green robe and earphones shook his folding fan and said, "Little descendant, your paintings are very lively."

Another grandfather who looked like his companion said, "Indeed, Xia Maliang is a pen monster. Are you interested in learning to paint with me?"

A monster in the shape of a western lady said: "Don't listen to him, I think you are more suitable for oil painting!"

The small teapot next to her nodded proudly.

Yu Zhehong: ... This world is really fantastic!

But he didn't ask for a teacher, and he refused with a smile.

There are more and more diners stopping by.The dragon shape gradually formed on the paper, with graceful and unrestrained lines.To be painted, lifelike.

The man in Tsing Yi pushed down his glasses and was the first to applaud: "Good!"

The old man looked at Yu Zhehong and was relieved: "Not bad."

Yu Zhehong didn't draw with a brush for a long time, and thought it was not very good, but he could still see it, so he put it at the door to dry.He smiled: "Thank you seniors for your support, do you want to come in and have a hot pot before leaving?"

Gu Zhiyuan also finished the bottom of the pot, and both sides were finished almost at the same time.

Over there, spiritual power was used for the final cooking, which shortened the time to a few minutes, which also aroused applause.

Yu Zhehong has a bright and beautiful smile, which can please the elders very much.Ma Liangbi said to the person in Tsing Yi beside him, "What do you think?"

The man in Tsing Yi thought: "It's been a long time since I ate the Paxia offering, how about trying it today?"

Paxiagong is the ancient name of hot pot.

The old man responded, and the lady waved her fan and entered the shop with the teapot.

"Hey, this store is well designed."

"It is said that the boss only opens the door on this day of the year. We are lucky."

"Fellow Daoist's vision is not bad."

……

Their bodies were full of aura, and many little spiritual creatures followed suit, and the store was filled with more than half of the seats in an instant.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere in the store became more and more lively.Yu Zhehong is also helping, almost all the diners like him, and the center of him is laughter.

Yu Zhehong couldn't control his excitement, so that he ignored Boyin for a while.

Bo Yin was used to being alone at first, but now he felt uncomfortable.

He stood silently for a while, then his figure dissipated and left here.

Not far away is Yunhu Lake. Gu Zhiyuan's store is on a high place, and the clouds and mist in the courtyard pour into Yunhu Lake like a waterfall.It's very quiet here, almost no one is there.

Bo Yin remembered what he was doing when he was alone.

- Assembling machinery.

That's what he did for many, many long days and nights.

The mechanical white owl of Chinnes, as well as countless buildings, were born in this way.

Boyin sat down by the Yunhu Waterfall and tapped her finger.

He used a blinding spell, and in the eyes of others, he was just a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes sitting alone by the cloud lake.

The young man looked very indifferent, with thin gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and the chains of the glasses hung from both sides.He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, with slender and beautiful hands, assembling those tiny mechanical parts.

It's certainly an appealing picture, and nobody doesn't like nice things—

"Hello, sir." A voice came from diagonally above.

It was a girl in a red dress, and Boyin saw that it was a flower demon.The flower demon's face was almost as red as her skirt, "You, can you... exchange contact information with me?"

Bo Yin looked up at her.

The flower demon suddenly felt like a drum beating.

It's not a heartbeat, but... a feeling of inexplicable fear.

This good-looking young man can't be described as "cold" in general. In his eyes, he is no different from a drop of water or a speck of dust.

It was a look of indifference to everything.

She couldn't help but took a step back.

Bo Yin realized that this was a courtship behavior.

Almost all life will have this behavior, the reasons can be many, such as being attracted by appearance.However, no one has ever behaved like this to him.

Outer, outer...

The flower demon wanted to run away, but then she saw an incredible scene: for some reason, there were some ripples in those ice blue eyes, but instead of facing him, she turned her head to the side——

Looking at a young man in the shop not far away.

The young man in a wheelchair in the crowd is more beautiful than Rose, and of course the flower demon has noticed him before.

The flower demons wanted to get close to them when they saw beautiful things, but the wheelchair youth received too many invitations of all kinds, and the flower demons didn't think they could win, so they didn't come forward.

Staring at the young man in the wheelchair for a few seconds, the figure of the young man by the cloud lake dissipated, and appeared beside the young man in the wheelchair the next moment.

The flower demon suddenly realized something, and shook her head amusedly.

This is really, really...

It turned out that she had found the wrong partner.

Yu Zhehong took a break halfway, his face was flushed red by the heat, and he felt like he smelled like hot pot.Most of the voting buckets were full, and there were more and more people, and there were no seats left.

"Teacher Bo, I was looking for you." He said, "Grandpa Zhiyuan also asked us to eat."

He grinned and gestured to get the smell of his hands onto Bo Yin's sleeve.

Boyin applied a cleansing technique to him, but his eyes were not on him, but on a girl who wanted to strike up a conversation again.

Under his gaze, the girl said: "..."

Sam closed her mouth.

Boyin glanced at Yu Zhehong, and all the small slips of business cards in his pocket floated out, turning into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Yu Zhehong: "Pfft."

He was not surprised at all that people like Bo Yin would have a strong desire to possess, even if it was a white owl, Bo Yin would not touch anyone, let alone the humans he raised.

Boyin: "You are not allowed to bring anything else into Chinnes."

Yu Zhehong: "?"

He tilted his head.This sentence is a bit weird, as if it is a bit of an attempt to cover up.

But he was so hungry that he didn't know what to do, and abandoned the subject,

"Teacher Bo, I think you will definitely like this." Yu Zhehong scooped up a bowl of ice powder, sprinkled raisins and hawthorn on it, and stuffed it to Boyin without any explanation.

Bo Yin was led by him to sit on a small table for two, with ice powder in his hand: "..."

He still remembered the moss noodles last time.

Yu Zhehong: "This one is sweet!"

Bo Yin didn't seem very willing.

He took a slow sip.

The spoons in the store are all cute. The one in Boyin's hand is a little pink bear, with his expressionless face, there is a strange contrast.

Yu Zhehong covered his face and laughed, as if he was suddenly poisoned.

Boyin still had the spoon in his mouth, looking at him, his eyes seemed to be asking: "?"

Yu Zhehong: "...hahahahahahaha!!"

He started knocking on the table.

Bo Yin: "..."