Please fall in love with a dangerous god

The blue dragon's screams resounded through the clouds.

Bo Yin originally wanted to kill the blue dragon, but in the end he stopped and only broke off two dragon horns.

He felt that Yu Zhehong would not want to see the dead body.

After Boyin subdued his coercion, the other four-color dragons appeared. They were shocked and angry when they saw this, and beat the blue dragon violently on the spot.

"You're molesting people again, aren't you!"

"I told you earlier that it would cause trouble, but you still don't believe me!"

"Until the dragon's horn grows back, put me in confinement!"

The blue dragon squeaked and screamed, and was carried back by the clansmen without any dignity.

It can be seen that although the dragon clan is romantic, there are still a few people who are not sober.

Although they beat the blue dragon violently, it was obvious that they did it deliberately for Boyin to see, and they looked at Boyin with fear.

——Yu Zhehong immediately understood that the group of dragons knew Boyin's true identity.

The blue dragon was going crazy with anger: "Why are you like this..."

"To shut up!"

The fellow clan quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away, as if avoiding some devil.Now it's just a broken horn, and it can grow back every few years. If it dies, it will grow a fart!

Boyin watched coldly, but didn't stop.

The start of this fight was thrilling, but the ending only left the onlookers bewildered.

There are no more fights, but the damage is still there.

The clouds are maintained by formations, and if the formations are broken, the clouds will disperse.The white ground made a sound like an earth dragon turning over, trembling and cracking gaps.

With a light swipe of Boyin, the formation was repaired.

He came at his fingertips, but others were even more shocked——

It's like cutting an apple open, but putting it back together is as difficult as skyrocketing.Of course, the structure of a formation is much more complicated than that of an apple. Thousands of formations are required to maintain the entire cloud layer, and it takes at least 1000 third-level spiritual workers a week to build it.

But what Boyin did was put together thousands of broken apples.

The spiritual power used during this period has reached an unimaginably terrifying situation.

After finishing the finishing work, Boyin left, he had lost interest in staying here any longer.

Yu Zhehong hurriedly said goodbye to Gu Zhiyuan: "Grandpa Zhiyuan, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Gu Zhiyuan, who watched the excitement at first but was shocked to the point of losing his voice after Boyin made his move: "..."

Suddenly scared.

That night.

After all, Yu Zhehong still took Boyin to play until the evening before going back, but it was not in the Yunzhong Market, but in the ancient town of Caisan City.

It happens that there are few people at the bottom, so take a good stroll.

The alley was dark at night, and the bustle was in the sky, but it was still very quiet here.

After dinner, they returned to their residence.

The red lanterns at the gate of the courtyard swayed gently in the night mist, as if welcoming them.

"Teacher Bo, you are so sassy today." Yu Zhehong smiled, "You can have some candy tonight."

Well-behaved students who abide by the agreement will of course give sugar!

Bo Yin ignored him.

Does this person treat him as a human cub?

Yu Zhehong piled sugar on the table and went to take a shower. After taking a shower, he lay on the sofa and played with his mobile phone. He looked through the backstage of Green Pigeon.com, which he had forgotten for several days, and suddenly saw a green letterhead.

——It turned out to be a signing text message from the editor on the site!

And looking at the date, I sent him a text message on the site after he sent the first message.

The second thing he said was that the manuscript box was updated regularly, and later he even forgot to check the response, so this legendary signing text message, which was so hard to get, lay in his mailbox for more than half a month.

Yu Zhehong: "..."

His rookie list is about to expire.

He replied and sent the Penguin friend application, and checked the time: at 9 pm, the editor had already left work.

I can only look for it tomorrow.

Yu Zhehong dried her wet hair and shouted: "Teacher Platinum!"

Boyin appeared silently, and Yu Zhehong pointed to the watermelon on the coffee table, "Do you want to eat it? I just cut it up. It's still frozen."

"There is a well in the yard, and I put the watermelon in it. I think the taste is different from putting it in the refrigerator, and it's better than that."

The well in the yard is under the jasmine tree. When he shook the watermelon up with a well rope, the watermelon was also covered with wet petals.Although she knew it was an illusion, Yu Zhehong still felt that the watermelon also had the scent of jasmine.

Boyin found that Yu Zhehong's "cutting" did not mean cutting the watermelon into pieces, but putting half of the watermelon in front of him.

Yu Zhehong plausibly said: "Watermelon is meant to be eaten this way."

He handed the spoon to Boyin, with a smile in his eyes waiting to see the excitement, as if he was looking forward to seeing Boyin holding the watermelon and eating it.

Bo Yin didn't get what he wanted, knocked on the table a few times, the watermelon turned into small cubes and was neatly stacked in a metal box, and he ate a piece with a small metal skewer.

Yu Zhehong regretted: "Poverty is particular!"

He soon had a new idea, "Teacher Bo, let's eat in the yard."

You can see the bright starry sky in the courtyard.

……

Insects were singing, and the courtyard was filled with the fragrance of jasmine.Yu Zhehong was wearing a white vest and black shorts, with a hat covering his face, fanning himself with a cattail fan like an old man.

It is impossible for people who have entered the spiritual realm to be affected by the surrounding temperature. In Boyin's view, this is another manifestation of Yu Zhehong's inexplicable ritual sense.

Even Yu Zhehong's white vest is different from ordinary ones, it has a sense of design, and there are ethnic patterns on the edges, which are the same style as the hat on his head.

His arms and legs were white, like freshly washed lotus root joints.Looking at it this way, his legs seemed to be the same as those of ordinary people, but they were powerless to hang down, and his ankles were so thin that they seemed to break if they were folded.

——If it wasn't for the disability, these legs must be shaking restlessly now.

Bo Yin had no reason to think this way.

Yu Zhehong lifted the brim of his hat, and suddenly saw a very light purple tinge appear on Boyin's chest.

The purple mood usually represents regret, regret, regret.Why did Teacher Bo suddenly feel this way?

The purple was fleeting, Yu Zhehong thought he was wrong, and his thoughts went to Boyin again, watching him in a daze like a pensive one.

Bo Yin looks really attractive, like a bunch of flowers picked by the Creator from the nine heavens, watered with ice and snow and placed in the world.

The person he was looking at was a little confused and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Teacher Bo, I discovered a secret," Yu Zhehong laughed, his eyes sparkling, "You like sweet things."

This is the result of his observations in the past few days. From the sugar bowl, to the ice powder, to this box of watermelon, Bo Yin received it very naturally.

Boyin paused and looked at him: "Like it?"

The protoss don't need to eat, and the number of times Boyin eats is even more rare.But in the age of the gods, there were also many gods who liked food.There is also fine wine, there is a protoss who indulges in the golden cup every day, but he has tasted it, and he also thinks that the spicy taste is very strange, it cannot be called "beautiful".

Those are very distant memories.But from a long time ago, he did find "sweet" more acceptable.

If this is what he likes, then he really likes sweetness.

Yu Zhehong seemed to have discovered a new continent, staring at him and couldn't stop laughing.

——Teacher Bo, who loves to eat sweets, seems to be suddenly tainted with fireworks.

He pushed his half of the watermelon over, and dug out the middle piece with an iron spoon and put it in Boyin's metal box.

"This one is the sweetest, I usually save it for last." Yu Zhehong said, "Now it's yours. Is it sweet?"

Boyin ate it as he said, and seeing Yu Zhehong seemed to be looking forward to it, he added one more word of evaluation: "... sweet."

Yu Zhehong got a satisfactory reply, and her eyes were so happy that she rolled her eyes.

He especially wanted to share his good mood with Bo Yin: "Teacher Bo, I signed a contract!"

In her previous life, Yu Zhehong was already a manga author known as an old thief, but now that she is affirmed, she still can't help being happy.

Platinum gave a "huh".

Yu Zhehong: "It is said that it is a particularly difficult website to sign, but I passed it once!"

Boyin felt that he was like a puppy wagging its tail begging for praise, and raised his hand to tap a little light on Yu Zhehong's forehead.

Yu Zhehong looked up: "?"

Bo Yin asked softly, "Is it sweet?"

Yu Zhehong was stunned.

That burst of spiritual light swirled around in his body, consolidating the state of entering the spirit that he had just reached.This feeling is hard to describe, it's not the sweetness on the tip of the tongue, but it seems that the whole soul is full of sweetness.

He had read so many books, but he didn't know that there was another way to turn spiritual power into sweetness.

Yu Zhehong's watermelon knife stopped halfway, and the sweet juice flowed on the slate.

He knew that Bo Yin didn't mean anything by asking this question, he was just asking whether it was sweet or not, but he still had a throbbing heart.

Yu Zhehong couldn't help covering his face, and cooled himself down with his hands that had been iced by well water, and then said:

"……sweet."