my non-human girlfriend

Lao Jiu sipped his wine, his eyes rolled wildly, "Didn't you say it's okay not to ask?"

"Okay," Fu Zixu nodded happily, "Then let's talk about the fact that I'm about to die, and I'm going to disappear completely."

"Let's continue discussing the topic just now." Raising his eyelids, Lao Jiu put down his wine glass, and his attitude changed 180 degrees, after all, whichever is the lesser of the two.

Fu Zixu didn't force it, as long as he achieved his goal.

"Yao Weihan, hey," Lao Jiu sighed resignedly, "I'm telling you the truth, in fact, she also has your spirit in her, because of you back then, she gained strength that was different from ordinary people. Turning into a ghost, the root cause of the injustices she committed is you, so the marriage between you two can be regarded as a cause and effect."

"In addition to your profound merits and virtues, it is nothing to save this little injustice. This is also a karmic cycle for you, and you are destined."

After finishing the last sentence, Lao Jiu looked at Fu Zixu vigilantly, "Don't ask me why you have so much meritorious deeds. This belongs to the scope of secrets that cannot be revealed. I said that you will be struck by lightning, so don't ask me."

Every day, he used the cover of not revealing the secrets of the sky, but the old nine didn't want to talk about it, and leaked it to whoever he wanted?Fu Zixu rolled his eyes at Lao Jiu.

Fu Zixu has long been used to rolling his eyes, and Lao Jiu doesn't pay attention to it at all.

"Old Nine," Fu Zixu poured wine for himself, "it's okay to use my merits to save Yao Weihan, but you can't get married, you think of a way, think of a way before I die, or I'll take you with you."

Smiling and raising his wine glass to Lao Jiu, Fu Zixu spoke lightly.

Lao Jiu stood up and walked around twice, sighed leisurely, lay down on the recliner and swayed, "You can make things difficult for me."

"If you tell the truth more, why should I make things difficult for you?"

Fu Zixu turned around, put his arms on the back of the chair and supported his head, looked at Lao Jiu who was always uncomfortable, and smiled friendlyly. In fact, this Lao Jiu is good in everything, but the problem of being willing to play tricks can't be changed , always with a beating look.

Looking at Fu Zixu, Lao Jiu suddenly laughed. After laughing for a long time, he restrained himself a little, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Old Xu, it's not that I don't tell the truth, it's the truth, I can't tell it."

"Don't let the secrets out." No need for Lao Jiu to say, Fu Zixu helped her connect.

"No," this time it was Lao Jiu who retorted, looking at Fu Zixu with tears from the corners of his eyes, "It's the truth, it's too heavy, I can't bear it."

"You..." Fu Zixu paused what he was about to say, and changed the subject, "Let's talk about Yao Weihan first."

"It can be saved," Lao Jiu sat up from the rocking chair, and took out a golden dagger studded with jewels from his pocket. It was very small, but the size of a palm, but the workmanship was extremely exquisite.

Lao Jiu looked at Fu Zixu and waved, "Come here."

Now that Lao Jiu agreed, Fu Zixu felt relieved, and sat on the sofa across the small table from Lao Jiu with his unfinished wine glass, "Then what?"

"Wait," Lao Jiu raised his eyebrows with a smile, and with a malicious look, he raised his hand to take Fu Zixu's wine glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Then, the wine glass was placed on the small table in the middle. Lao Jiu looked at the golden dagger in his hand, stretched his fist over the wine glass, and cut his wrist open without hesitation.

Fu Zixu sat by and watched, waiting for what Lao Jiu would say next.

When half of the goblet was filled with blood, the blood on Lao Jiu's wrist stopped flowing out, and the wound healed automatically.

"It's your turn." After touching the newly added scar on his wrist nonchalantly, Lao Jiu signaled Fu Zixu to reach out.

Also without hesitation, Fu Zixu clenched his fist and put it on top of the wine glass. Lao Jiu struck without mercy. The golden dagger also cut Fu Zixu's wrist and filled the remaining half of the wine glass.

"Okay," hiccupped, Lao Jiu wiped Fu Zixu's wrist with his fingers, and the wound healed, "wait for me."

Putting away the dagger, Lao Jiu got up and walked to the side, picked up a snow-white writing brush, then kicked the expensive carpet on the ground casually, leaving a large space, and then dipped the writing brush in the blood of the two of them, preparing to draw symbols on the ground .

The moment the brush was immersed in the blood, the whole brush seemed to come to life, absorbing the blood, until there was no trace left in the cup, and the whole brush became blood red and translucent, like the best blood jade.

Holding the brush, Lao Jiu stood in the middle of the open space, calculated left and right, lay down on the ground, and began to draw bit by bit.

When the blood fell on the shiny jade floor, the dazzling red and pure white were particularly dazzling. Within a few seconds after Lao Jiu wrote the pen, the originally red blood gradually emitted golden shattered light.

After Lao Jiu painted the entire floor, she stood in the middle, surrounded by golden runes, rising slowly, as if forming a golden cage, but looking closely, it seemed to be clinging to a It is only on invisible objects that they become this shape.

Standing in the middle, Lao Jiu picked up the pen and tapped the last stroke between his eyebrows. The blood-red pen turned back to its original color, pure and flawless white.

Lao Jiu slowly closed his eyes, murmured something, and slowly raised his hands, "Tianfa Dungeon, with the power of supreme merit, break it!"

The words fell, the golden light flourished, and in the next second, all the golden light burst open at the same time, and the entire room was filled with golden light, which disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

After injecting so much blood just now, Fu Zixu didn't have the energy to stand up at all, so he could only look at Lao Jiu who opened his eyes in the middle, "broken?"

"Otherwise? How can I make a mistake when I make a move." Opening his eyes, Lao Jiu pinched his neck. He was somewhat tired from drawing the formation spell for an hour or two just now.

"Well, do you have a vacant room at your house? It's too late, I'll sleep at your house." After the matter was settled, Fu Zixu looked at the completely dark sky outside, and then looked at the current time, and didn't want to move at all.

"Choose whatever you want, anyway, it's just the two of us, just don't sleep with me."

Lao Jiu didn't care about it, and picked up the previous wine glass, poured himself wine, lay down on the recliner, and swayed leisurely.

"Where is your room?" Fu Zixu was indeed a little tired now, he just wanted to take a rest quickly, and didn't bother to pay attention to Lao Jiu's nonsense.

"The messiest room is mine. You can find it yourself. I'll sleep later."

Closing his eyes again, Lao Jiu seemed a little tired.

Fu Zixu nodded, and found a smaller room by himself. After washing, he lay on the bed, but suddenly his sleepiness disappeared.

Looking up at the lamp above his head, Fu Zixu felt as if he knew for the first time what missing was.

Ao You has been by her side for this period of time. Basically, the other party will appear wherever she is, like a shadow, even more reliable than a shadow. She left like this suddenly, and always feels that there is something missing around her. .

Squeezing his fingers, Fu Zixu tried his best not to think about it, sleep is the only thing to do now.

But the more he thought about it, the more counterproductive it became. After an hour of tossing and turning, Fu Zixu looked at the dozen or so sketches under his hands, but he still didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There was a knock at the door.

"Old Xu, I know you haven't slept yet, so I came in."

The old nine's voice came from the door.

"Come in." Feeling the feeling of insomnia for the first time, Fu Zixu leaned against the head of the bed and decided to give up sleeping.

After Fu Zixu agreed, Lao Jiu opened the door with two bottles of wine and came in.

Seeing the blush on Lao Jiu's face and the blurred eyes, Fu Zixu felt a little regretful, the promise just now was too hasty.

"I don't take in drunkards here, if you're drunk, get the hell out of here."

Looking at Lao Jiu very mercilessly, Fu Zixu continued to paint.

Lao Jiu kicked the door behind him, "I'm here today, but to tell you the truth, if you don't want to listen to me, you can get out."

He said he was going to get out, but he actually sat down on the chair in front of Fu Zixu's bed.

One bottle of wine per person, Lao Jiu leaned on the chair as if he had no bones, Fu Zixu took a sip of the wine, and continued to accept it, "Let's talk."

"Boring." Putting the wine bottle aside, Lao Jiu sneered, looking at the unresponsive Fu Zixu, "Your attitude makes people not in the mood to tell stories, you know that?"

"If you love to talk, don't talk, don't talk out, when you go out, close the door for me."

I'm too lazy to deal with Lao Jiu. Fu Zixu knows Lao Jiu, the more you want to know what the other party is, the less he will talk about it. If you are not interested, she will insist on talking.

Lao Jiu was so angry that he stared at Fu Zixu for a long while, but it didn't work, and he was tired of staring, so he waved his hands discouragedly, "Forget it, I really can't do anything about you."

Picking up the wine bottle, Lao Jiu stood up and patted Fu Zixu's shoulder with the other hand, "You are a very lucky person."

"What do you mean?" Also without raising his head, Fu Zixu didn't feel lucky or not.

"In the end, the nine of us will all die for you, and you will live, lucky one."

With his head lowered, in Fu Zixu's ear, Lao Jiu's voice was very low and smelled of alcohol, but Fu Zixu heard it clearly.

The movement of his hands stopped, and Fu Zixu finally had some emotional fluctuations. He raised his head and looked at Lao Jiu in front of him, "What do you mean?"

"Sky secrets, don't let them out."

Straightening up, Lao Jiu swayed slightly, took a sip of wine with a smile, turned around unsteadily, and walked out. When he went out, he really didn't forget to lock the door.

"You're drunk, what you say doesn't count."

Lowering his head, Fu Zixu looked at the painting in front of him, but he couldn't let go of his hand. He spoke in a low voice, as if he was speaking to the people outside the door, or to himself.

Fu Zixu didn't know whether this sentence was true or not, but now she felt a feeling she had never had before. That feeling was indescribable and unexplainable, but it was very strong.

It was so strong that my heartbeat almost stopped.