Retire from the human world

Facts have proved that Shen Dong was indeed sleepy. He woke up in the middle of the night to make sure that he was still alive, and that his hands and feet were not a sword displayed in a museum glass window. He yelled at Du Heng emotionally, and then fell back to sleep.

After all, it wasn't hot summer anymore. Although the temperature remained high during the day, it was much better at night. There was a gentle breeze blowing in from the window. Shen Dong didn't touch the pillow in a daze, so he folded the blanket and put it on the pillow. The sleeping figure opened his hands and feet, and his arms rested on a warm and soft thing, which was very reassuring, and he slept soundly throughout the second half of the night.

When the alarm clock rang, he lazily rolled his eyelids.

The bed is so soft, I don't want to... Wait, something seems wrong!The landlord's furniture is very simple. The beds in the two rooms are wooden beds covered with only one layer of mat in summer, which is so hard that it can be used to correct a herniated disc.Especially for skinny people, sleeping on this kind of bed can cause a headache all over the body. Where does the softness come from?

Shen Dong raised his hand in a daze to caress.

It is warm, not too soft, and feels very firm and comfortable——

"Hey!"

Shen Dong suddenly jumped up from the bed, staring at the front with his mouth gaping: "Why are you here?"

Du Heng also slowly opened his eyes. The line from neck to waist was definitely a straight line. He spread his hands flat, relaxed his fingers slightly bent and placed them on his coiled knees. His long hair fell straight behind him, and a few strands fell on his well-proportioned shoulders. On the collarbone, it can be seen from a close distance that the skin color is not white, but a lustrous luster like jade. The eyes that were originally closed are slightly opened, and the light is really flowing, which is terrifying for a moment.

Apart from TV dramas, this was the first time Shen Dong saw someone posing in this standard cross-legged meditation pose.

The premise is that the other party is not sitting on his bed!

And most importantly-

"Where are your clothes?!"

Shen Dong looked left and right, there were only his own slippers on the floor, and the pillow that was thrown away in the middle of the night (...) Half of the blanket was here, and the other half was at Du Heng's place, and it just slipped down on his waist when he pulled it suddenly superior.

You said that all cultivators are dead houses, but what is below this open chest?

If you want to become a fairy, you don't need to have a few abdominal muscles to test, right?

Shen Dong wanted to hit the wall with his head in his arms. Du Heng's height and back were almost the same as him. The common saying is that they were all about the same height, short, fat and thin, but how could someone take off his clothes? There are no flat abdominal muscles. This is the eternal pain in Shen Dong's heart. He is so strong, but he doesn't even look at it when he bends his arms. ?

Worst of all, when he was sleeping, his right hand seemed to rest on—

On Du Heng's lap? !

Sitting cross-legged in this posture, the other person's hand could not be placed on the calf, so the answer almost made Shen Dong hit the wall again to confirm that he was not dreaming.

Du Heng opened his eyes and the first words were:

"Your alarm clock." It was still ringing persistently, serving as the background sound.

Shen Dong slapped the phone alarm clock to stop, then stared:

"Damn it, don't tell me, you are doing exercises, do you meditate without clothes?"

Now Shen Dong was holding on to the blanket stiffly, unable to pull it or dare to move it.

"...Do you know how to swim with your clothes on?" Du Heng answered irrelevantly.

"Do you mean that clothes increase the resistance? Let me go. The training class said that the aura in the human world is thin, but it didn't say that people in the cultivation world have to run around naked!" Shen Dong was in a bad mood.

"That's not true. If you want to get twice the result with half the effort, clothes must be a magic weapon, otherwise don't wear them."

"then you?"

"It's been a long time since I bought clothes." You Qi Ling Tianyi was sent out again.

"Why don't you buy it?" Shen Dong threw the blanket angrily, and jumped on the concrete floor to look for shoes to wear, "Aren't you rich? You can't even afford a piece of clothing?"

"No need." Du Heng still maintained that posture without moving. When he closed his eyes, his expression was peaceful and calm, and his eyelashes were densely covered on his eyelids, without even trembling.

"I've survived even calamity, what magic weapon do I need to get twice the result with half the effort?"

"That's not what you say!"

Shen Dong is irritable, should he be thankful that he is a poor man, clothes are cheaper than quilts, so he never has the habit of sleeping naked?And there is no pajamas to wear, they are all the kind of T-shirts that have been washed and faded with holes, which is not embarrassing at all. He can't understand why Du Heng has no grievances, what kind of thick-skinned is this?

There are even fewer and fewer public bathhouses these days. Almost no one would sit on someone else's bed with no clothes on, right?

"You can not wear the magic weapon version of the clothes after you pass the catastrophe? What kind of logic is this, I have never heard that after winning the swimming championship, you can go into the water without wearing a swimsuit! Do you understand that it is indecent?"

"..."

Du Heng actually wanted to say that many "people" in the cultivation world don't wear clothes, such as the dog outside the door.After many monsters take shape, their clothes are transformed by mana. Who would keep their clothes on while meditating?

But seeing Shen Dong about to go berserk, Du Heng still decided not to say anything.

He moved slightly, probably preparing to flatten his legs, but the blanket that was originally placed on his waist and abdomen had a tendency to continue to slide down.

Shen Dong simply slammed the door and went out, out of sight and out of mind.

What is this called!

Shen Dong, who picked up the cup and was about to brush his teeth, looked in the mirror and touched his chin. The stubble had grown a little, but he could not find the blade. He searched the bathroom and found that it was in the soap box. Rust appeared even after soaking in water. Shen Dong wiped it desperately with paper, and then bumped and bumped and endured the pain to finally get it done, three bloodstains appeared on the skin.

This month's expenses added another item, Shen Dong started to brush his teeth depressed, but found that the toothpaste was gone, looked in the mirror and found that his hair had grown in a mess, and it seemed that he wanted to cut it off.

Shen Dong saw Du Heng walking out of the room fully dressed in the mirror.

——Hmph, all cultivators have the ring version of the portable space, but it is definitely weaker than online novels, let alone vegetables with spring water for food, no up, down, left, and right soil, sky, the whole utility room.Probably it can only be used to release dead things, even pomegranates can't be stuffed in. There is a special way to put living things in it, or they can simply use a magic weapon to suck people in, it has nothing to do with the portable space.

Shen Dong's mouth was full of foam, and he couldn't help but ask with his toothbrush in his mouth:

"What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

Du Heng looked at Shen Dong brushing his teeth in the mirror with a strange expression.

"just looking around."

"Fuck, why don't you take off your clothes and practice the exercises?"

Shen Dong suddenly bit his toothbrush, his words seemed to be ambiguous.

"It was you who grabbed my collar and refused to let me go." Du Heng stood at the door of the bathroom without moving.

"Have it?"

Shen Dong spat out the foam in disbelief, and after thinking about it, it seemed, seemed, probably did dream about Du Heng last night.

The dream was intermittent, there was a beef noodle restaurant, a museum, the taxi driver, Yu Kun, and of course Du Heng. When these people gather together, what stories can happen in the beef noodle restaurant and the museum?Shen Dong swallowed a sip of water and gurgled his mouth, while thinking entangledly, what dream did he have last night?

"Then you fell down and continued to sleep while still holding my hand. I managed to pull my fingers out of your mouth."

"Pfft—cough cough!"

Shen Dong sprayed all the toothbrush water on the mirror, and even choked himself to death.

He bent down to cough desperately, and threw the toothbrush beside the sink, so Du Heng finally lost his sight of the poor toothbrush. He frowned slightly and stared at the three shallow blood marks on Shen Dong's chin.

"I must have missed supper. I was so hungry that I thought your hand was a carrot!" Shen Dong blushed from coughing and was still trying to save face.

Immediately he jumped up suddenly, thinking that maybe Du Heng was playing tricks on him:

"You talk nonsense! I never grind my teeth or chew anything when I sleep, and I don't even drool on the pillow!"

"You didn't bite, let alone gnaw, but I think you were probably brushing your teeth in your dreams at that time." Du Heng glanced pointedly at the toothbrush that was still covered with toothpaste foam.

"..."

What is brushing your teeth like?

Mess around in your mouth up and down?Treating human fingers as toothbrushes, do you have to "patronize" with gums and cheeks in place?

In an instant, Shen Dong slammed his head against the mirror to death!

What kind of bad luck is this!

Wait, and why did he put his hand on Du Heng's lap when he woke up?

"What else did I do?" Shen Dong asked with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"What else do you want?" Du Heng asked directly, but!

Why does this sound so inappropriate?

Shen Dong silently pulled off the towel, and immersed his whole head in cold water, maybe it was the wrong way to get up today!

Hearing the sound of Du Heng's footsteps walking into the living room, Shen Dong raised his head with water, as if he thought of something just now.By the way, Poyang Lake, yesterday Yu Kun swore that Du Heng was missing! !

"Are you socially responsible for both Spider-Man and Superman?"

"What is Spider-Man?" The highest assessment in the cultivation world did not have this point.

"Save the world, great hero!"

Shen Dong wiped off the water from his hair, walked out of the bathroom, and squinted ironically.

Du Heng was not affected at all, and sat on the chair with a little relaxation: "Will you become a fairy if you succeed in saving?"

"..."

"It sounds like it's possible. There is indeed such a thing as becoming a fairy with merit."

Shen Dong: Did you see, compared with the realm of comprehension, you have only a dead end!

Changing clothes and shoes in a hurry, Shen Dong took the keys and was about to go out to work, but suddenly found that not only the snorting little civet cat followed him to work today, even Du Heng followed him downstairs.

"Going out?" Shen Dong glanced back, with a strange expression.

"Hmm." Judging by Du Heng's expression, it didn't look like he had spoken just now.

"Just stop playing missing!"

Shen Dong ran downstairs quickly, and when he was about to open the bicycle lock with the key, he was held down by one hand.

"I'll take you there."

Du Heng said nonchalantly that there were people coming and going at the gate of this unit early in the morning, and passers-by couldn't help but glance here. It was obvious that Du Heng didn't get along well with the busy office workers in this community in the morning.

——What's the matter with this eerie feeling from waking up in the morning to now?

Shen Dong suddenly thought of the plot of the soap opera at eight o'clock, you know the newlyweds' first day at work.

"Come on, I'm delivering food. How can I get along without a bicycle? Are you driving a car to deliver food?" Shen Dong said angrily. He wanted to slap Du Heng's hand away, but in fact he moved away, his eyes still fixed on him. Hold on to the opponent's hand that has not been retracted.

Shen Dong now knew what the reason was, but he couldn't resist, his eyes just stuck to it.

He really wanted to kneel down and cry.

"What happened to you today?" Shen Dong raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Du Heng in doubt, "There is nothing wrong with the realm of comprehension? There is no need to fight in the Netherworld, and Shanhaiyigou burned down? Then you just stay at home, I don't want to One day you suddenly pounce on the ground and transform into your original form, you have to give me a long life! I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying inexplicably!"

"will not."

"Why not? The Netherworld even has Xing Tian. Can you be stronger than the Emperor of Heaven?" Shen Dong unscrewed the lock, pushed the bicycle and went out. Pomegranate spontaneously jumped onto the back seat, but was picked up by Du Heng and stuffed into it. In Shen Dong's arms.

"Hey?"

Shen Dong threw away the struggling civet cat, and quickly snatched the bicycle back: "I told you to stay at home and get moldy!"

"You call that home?" Du Heng glanced at the corridor, with a somewhat disapproving expression.

"Uh!"

It is true that a rented house cannot be called a home, but it is not a home. What is a home?Orphanage?It is completely impossible to live when he is an adult, Shen Dong said that he is a poor man without a house.

"Cultivators only have caves and no homes. If you can barely speak, you can't go anywhere alone."

"Yeah, I understand. You guys are ready to ascend at any time, why do you want a house as an inheritance?" Shen Dong rolled his eyes.

"So for a sword cultivator, if you don't have a home, you can just carry a sword."

"..."

Where is the sword, is home there?

——Shen Dong felt that he must have misunderstood it!