Pick up a zombie and raise it together

Yes, it seems that pinching is very addictive: "Eat, you can eat very much recently."

Looking back, Zhang Cheng seemed to have such a thing, and immediately regretted: "I have to lose weight!"

"No!" Bai Wuyang firmly refused.

"Why? I cut it myself, not you!" Zhang Cheng looked up at him depressedly.

Bai Wuyang pondered for a while, and said in a low voice: "It's very comfortable to hold."

"Very..." Damn, what kind of answer is this, Zhang Cheng's old face turned red again, but for some reason, the idea of ​​losing weight disappeared in such an instant.

Bai Wuyang lowered his head, kissed him, and moved towards the bed with his arms around him.

Zhang Cheng suddenly panicked: "What are you doing? Xiao Shi hasn't slept yet..."

"I just fell asleep after practicing calligraphy, and now I'm lying on the bed outside." After Bai Wuyang finished speaking, he pressed him onto the bed...

Under Zhang Cheng's strong protest on the pretext of having class the next morning, Bai Wuyang's strength was finally not squeezed out too much this time. After the affair, at least he still had the energy to hold Bai Wuyang's hands.

Bai Wuyang's fingers are long and slender. He obviously has lived for hundreds of years, but there is no trace of roughness at all. He looks like the pampered young master.Indignantly, Zhang Cheng took out his callused hand from chalk and put it together with his: "It's so annoying!"

Bai Wuyang actually smiled slightly, gently stroking the shadow on his palm.

"Hey, look, does this black shadow look a bit like a phoenix now?" Zhang Cheng exclaimed in surprise.

But Bai Wuyang's expression remained the same: "Yes."

"Then, the black spot next to it is yours?" Zhang Cheng carefully identified it, and found a smaller round shadow next to the phoenix-shaped shadow.

Bai Wuyang nodded: "It should be."

Zhang Cheng held his hand: "We have to find Guiyu quickly and return your soul to you."

Bai Wuyang stroked his hair, but this time, he didn't speak.

"However, how do I get my soul out of the palm of my hand? Could it be that when the time comes to make a cut, they will return directly to the jade? No, no, my palm seems to have been injured before, but the wound healed soon... It’s really good to have this, and you don’t need any medicine.” Zhang Cheng showed off joyfully, and now in front of Bai Wuyang, he talked a lot more than before, “Hey, you should know the method, right?”

Bai Wuyang was stunned for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't know."

"Ah?" Zhang Cheng looked at him in surprise.

While playing with his fingers, Bai Wuyang said, "I originally had a book at home, about ghost jade. My father told me where the book was before he died. When I found it, there was only half of the book left."

"Then...even if we find Ghost Jade, there is still no way..." Zhang Cheng's heart sank.

Bai Wuyang pursed his lips and reached out to pat him on the back: "Go to sleep, there will be a solution when the time comes."

Zhang Cheng closed his eyes obediently, but in his heart, he still couldn't help feeling a little uneasy...

The author has something to say: rhinitis and headache are dead...

By the way, I have to take a few days off if I have something to do, and there will be no daily updates before October 10th... Of course, it shouldn't be updated every time...

I found that there were a lot of overlords fried out yesterday...

52. Ghost Jade Returns ([-])

52. The return of the ghost jade ([-])...

After standing on the podium for two full classes, Zhang Cheng slumped directly onto a chair in the office with a sore back.

Recently, his old bones seem to be a bit inflexible. After a few movements, his bones are sore. Could it be that he has some kind of premature aging disease?

Reaching into the drawer for a piece of beef jerky, just as he stuffed it into his mouth, Chu Rui also pushed open the office door and walked in.

"Eating again? Why is your appetite so good recently?" Chu Rui said as he walked over and put the lesson plans and textbooks on the desk.

Zhang Cheng chewed the beef jerky helplessly, and replied inarticulately: "I'm not stupid, what disease do you think I have never had?"

"Sick?" Chu Rui looked him up and down several times, and couldn't help laughing, "How can you look sick with a red face and a happy face, I think you are free?"

This seems to make sense, Zhang Cheng sighed, took out the beef jerky from the drawer and handed it to him: "Do you want some?"

Chu Rui shook his head: "No, I don't want to eat."

"The sweet potato?"

"No."

"Duck neck? Super spicy!"

"...No, thank you."

"Let me see and... oh, dried salted fish?"

Chu Rui finally had black lines all over his face: "How much food do you have in your drawer? Have you cleaned up the refrigerator at home?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head seriously: "No... there are more in the refrigerator."

"..."

"There's another orange, do you want to eat it?" Zhang Cheng finally dug out a different one from the bag in the drawer.

Chu Rui shook his head helplessly: "Thank you, I don't like snacks."

Zhang Cheng continued to lie back on the back of the chair, and said while eating: "I didn't like it before, but I don't know what happened recently. Could it be that people have to gain weight in middle age? I'm not that old..."

Thinking of Bai Wuyang's tender little face, Zhang Cheng couldn't help feeling depressed.

28 years old should still be considered...youth, right?

"Your situation really made me think of a possibility." Chu Rui's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked at Zhang Cheng with sympathy in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng was taken aback by him: "What, what's possible?"

Chu Rui glanced at him hesitantly, and finally suppressed the unspoken words: "It's okay, don't worry, you are definitely not in that situation."

After finishing speaking, Chu Rui didn't seem to want to chat with him anymore, so he pulled his chair and sat down.

Zhang Cheng's heart became even more disturbed: "Hey, what's the possibility, please stop talking about it like this!"

Chu Rui shook his head, casually picked up a book on the table and opened it: "I told you that you are definitely not."

The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched: "It's not a terminal illness, is it? Is there any other disease whose characteristic is that you like to eat?"

"No, no, definitely not, don't think about it!" Chu Rui turned around and looked at him, explaining very carefully.

His attitude made Zhang Cheng feel even more mysterious, he put down the beef jerky in his hand: "You don't want to say that I will die young, do you?"

Chu Rui then shook his head: "No, no, how is it possible."

Zhang Cheng cleared his throat: "Then just say it, I can bear it."

"Are you sure?" Chu Rui looked at him hesitantly, "I really don't think it's necessary, you can't be that..."

Zhang Cheng generously closed his eyes: "Come on!"

Chu Rui said hesitantly: "This sudden appetite for snacks is very similar to...pregnancy!" As he spoke, his eyes still glanced at Zhang Cheng's belly that couldn't be covered by a thick coat.

"Huai..." Zhang Cheng almost choked to death on the beef jerky in his mouth, and subconsciously covered his stomach, "Damn, what are you looking at, I'm fat! Fat!"

Chu Rui withdrew his gaze from his stomach, and said aggrievedly: "I have already said that you are definitely not in that situation, but you still have to let me say, tell me, you are still anxious, grumpy, and have a big appetite. This is really true. ……puff……"

At the end, Chu Rui couldn't hold back himself, and burst out laughing.

Zhang Cheng was depressed all over. He picked up a piece of dried sweet potato and threw it at him: "Get up! You're just pregnant!"

Zhang Cheng felt more and more that the gentle impression Chu Rui left on him when they first met was really unreliable.

Chu Rui stretched out his hand, caught the dried sweet potato, and threw it on the desk.

Zhang Cheng inadvertently glanced at the back of his hand and found a blue spot the size of a one-yuan coin on it. He couldn't help being a little surprised: "Huh? You have a birthmark on your hand? Why didn't I notice it before?"

Chu Rui froze for a moment, retracted his hand and looked at it: "Oh...it's covered with a layer of paper." He peeled off the top piece of paper with his other hand, raised it at Zhang Cheng, and threw it aside.

Zhang Cheng closed his eyes forcefully, and rubbed the center of his brows: "I haven't done anything recently, why does it look like I've worked overtime for dozens of days?"

Chu Rui turned his head back, and took a pen to write and draw on the book in front of him: "Probably a problem with mentality? Is there anything bothering you recently?"

Zhang Cheng thought about it, Xiaodan and Xiaoshi's education problems, the unsoundproof carved partition in the room, the increasing weight, the ghost jade that disappeared...it seems that there are really many things!

Zhang Cheng stuffed a piece of dried sweet potato into his mouth with emotion: "It's really not easy to be in charge!"

"You are in charge? I thought the one in charge must be yours." Chu Rui answered casually.

Zhang Cheng choked immediately, and thinking about Jiang Yibin's words about the emperor, he became even more depressed.

How could Bai Wuyang's quiet demeanor be more imposing than him?

Chu Rui looked back at his face being poked in pain, couldn't help laughing, and changed the subject sensibly: "Hey, by the way, I remember if you have a birthmark on your hand?"

"Birthmark? I didn't..." Zhang Cheng raised his hand while denying it, and the black shadow on the palm of his hand caught his eyes instantly, "No...that's right, there is one."

Just now he forgot that he still had these two treasures in his hands.

There was a light knock on the door. I don't know if it was a student. Zhang Cheng quickly sat down and swept all the snacks into the drawer: "Please come in."

He is the closest to the door in this office, so this sentence is usually spoken by him.

The door opened in response to the sound, and it was Chen Yaqian who poked his head in. Then, Yan Lingshi appeared behind him, and rushed into Zhang Cheng's arms, "Uncle!"

"Why are you here?" Seeing that Chen Yaqian was standing at the door and did not intend to come in, Zhang Cheng