When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

On that day, Fu Song returned to Xizhu Palace with God Zhu Ye, and wanted to find a reason to close the palace gate, but found that the one who was already familiar with himself directly found a side hall to live in, and chose to use The reason is still difficult to refuse.

"Dragon King's birthday banquet is over, Ah Song, Zhongshan was closed for a hundred years during Zhulong's recuperation period, and now it's less than halfway through, but you asked me to go there to find a place?" Zhu Ye looked like he had been ruined and then abandoned. He looked at Fu Song pitifully on the side of the bed, and after seeing him very speechless, he seemed to say casually: "Little Ah Xun has been in the West Sea for too long, originally as a newborn dragon, his dragon breath It's not stable, and now, if I don't give him relief, I'm afraid I'm going to explode."

Only then did Fu Song suddenly realize that after bidding farewell to the Dragon King of the Four Seas, Xianxun really seemed a little too active.

In the past, in front of Immortal Zhuye, not to mention flying clouds and fog on his body, he would hide behind him even if he said a word, wishing to stay far away from this god, but this time...

Moreover, this Lord Zhu Ye, who seemed to have never liked Ah Xun that much, had a very gentle expression this time.

After Xian Xun came back, his face was red. He thought it was because he drank too much monkey wine at the banquet, but he didn't expect it to be due to such a layer of reason.

"Thank you Xianjun for letting me know." Fu Song thanked him sincerely, nodded solemnly, then turned and left.

"Wait a minute." A lazy voice came from behind, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard, Fu Song turned around, and saw that Zhu Ye was already dressed loosely, walking over in a very unruly manner.

"In addition to the Dragon King of the Four Seas, Xiao Xianxun also has many sea generals mixed with fish and snakes. If you use... your own methods to help him relieve it, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate."

Fu Song was silent, looked at Zhu Ye's bright smile, pondered for a while, and said: "What do you think the fairy should be?"

"A Song." Zhu Ye called out, but there was nothing to say for a long time, Fu Song waited for a while, then raised his eyes to look at him.

"It's nothing." Zhu Ye chuckled, shrugged and shook the fan in his hand, looking really coquettish, "You don't have to worry, little Ah Xun, I will help him out this time."

Only then did Fu Song heave a sigh of relief, took a step back, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Fu Song."

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Early this morning, Fu Song was awakened by the piercing pain on his body like a knife cutting fire.

Just now, in the sleep wrapped in the brocade, he was so comfortable as if he was in a soft cloud, and it seemed that he was floating like a lifetime, but the pain came so violently that he woke him up all at once.

It seems that the weather is extremely hot today, and the melodious and melodious noises of playing at the edge of the Yaochi Lake on the 33rd Heaven have become so irritating and disturbing.

When Fu Song opened his eyes, everything was dark for a moment.

Ah Xun stood guard in front of the Xizhu Palace early in the morning, no matter who wanted to go in, he refused to accept it.

The little grass spirit who had the best relationship with him in the past was also gone by him baring his teeth. When the little grass spirit left, he cried and cried. It was really sad to see his best friend, but he didn't understand. It was the cheerful Xiaoxian who was looking for why he suddenly became so unreasonable today.

Xian Xun felt guilty when he saw the little grass spirit crying, but before he could call him out, he forgot all about it after hearing an extremely low, painful muffled sound from inside the house.

Even though he has crushed the hard pine flower ground in a hurry, and the nails on his claws are cracked and blood oozes out, but at this moment he is powerless to help Song's situation.

Just when Xianxun was extremely anxious and helpless, a white figure suddenly appeared beside him.

God Zhu Ye hadn't even had time to put on his clothes yet, revealing a large area of ​​his chest, and his hair was scattered. Instead of the neat and simple white jade unicorn crown of the past, it seemed to have a little more indescribable taste.

But at this moment, Xianxun naturally didn't have time to think too much. After seeing Zhu Ye's arrival, he felt as if he was facing a big enemy for the first time, with his back arched and his four toes tightly clasped on the ground that had been crushed by him. on the ground, a dull, menacing roar came out of his mouth.

With a sullen face, Zhu Ye ignored Xian Xun's naive provocations, and when he reached the palace gate, he passed Xian Xun and pushed open the door.

Xianxun's immature roar still continued, but what was suppressed by that coercion was as inaudible as breathing. Even so, he still tried his best to stand up.

Zhu Ye paused by the door for a moment, finally looked at him from the corner of his eye, and said, "I won't harm him."

Gritting her teeth tightly, Xiaoxian Xun, who had tears streaming down her face, whimpered as if she had suddenly received a promise, and fell to the ground unable to hold on any longer.

Already passed out.

Fu Song's condition is not good.

In fact, since he retreated to refine his soul a hundred years ago, he would go through the seemingly endless pain every 100 years during Zhengyang.

It has been like this for 500 years, and it has never stopped once in a hundred years, but he can't get used to it. Every time it comes, it even makes him want to die immediately.

The mattress under his body was already soaked in sweat, and the brocade covering it was also torn into cloth strips unconsciously by him. He didn't want to make noises to attract people who shouldn't come, but a coolness touched him, as if he had never After pulling himself out of the scorching feeling, he still couldn't hold back, and wept wantonly.

He was expelled from Zhuxian Terrace that day, and at the moment of falling, he also felt the pain of being crushed all over his body, but it was only for a moment-after that, he felt as if he was being crushed by his side. It was as if a layer of cold but soft water film wrapped him, and he was so comfortable that he no longer had any consciousness.

The feeling at this moment seems to be the same as that time...

Fu Song heaved a sigh of relief slowly, and at some point, he stopped making sex noises, the expression on his face gradually became serene, and finally calmed down, and fell asleep again.

In a trance, it seems that there has always been a pair of warm big hands slowly stroking his back. The gentle touch is like when he was a child. It made him feel safe and trustworthy, as if all dangers were far away from him. Far.

The low-pitched comforting voices gradually drifted away, but it seemed as if he had entered his own dream.

He has not had a dream for a hundred years, a dream in the bitter cold cliff thousands of years ago.

When Yimeng woke up, Fu Song was naked.

In addition, there is another person who is the same as the one beside him—Zhu Ye.

The moment he opened his eyes, Zhu Ye had already come to his senses. When he sat up on the extremely spacious bed, he squinted his eyes sleepily. He looked outside at another sunny day before saying: "A Song, why don't you continue to sleep?"

Fu Song put on his clothes silently, already remembering what he had experienced a few days ago, but why this time the pain of soul refining passed so peacefully and smoothly, needless to say, the fairy in front of him helped him.

When standing on the ground with bare feet, Fu Song was silent for a long time, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the gentle eyes of Lord Zhu Ye. At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling: I can trust him.Mood.

That is the moment.

"On the day of Fu Song's ascension, the last thunderstorm distracted his mind, causing him to suffer from lightning strikes and fires once every hundred years. The gods laughed at him."

Zhu Ye lay on his side, propping his head with one hand, hearing what Fu Song said at the moment, he didn't ask any more questions, just laughed, and said: "A Song should pay more attention in the future, this appearance is unreasonable. It's going to be painful."

Fu Song lowered his head, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

There were some faint consonances coming from outside the door, Zhu Ye on the bed seemed a little tired, and had already fallen asleep again, Fu Song was silent for a while, but in the end he didn't wake him up and sent him back to his own bed, and went out the door instead.

He was barefoot at the moment, and although the sky in the morning was not as cold as the mortal world, there was still dew, and the slight cold wind blew, but he felt a little chilly.

But lying in front of the door, Ah Xun, who was already sober, was still standing in front of the door so drenched.

"Stupid boy." Fu Song felt a little shy. Through Ah Xun, he seemed to see the silver dragon that was also guarding him at the edge of the bitter cold cliff thousands of years ago, but after thousands of years, after several changes, even the little dragon He couldn't remember the appearance.

"Is Xianjun healed?" Xian Xun let Fu Song hug him up, and burrowed into Fu Song's arms greedily, "Xian Jun hurts so much every time, Ah Xun looks good sad."

"It doesn't hurt so much this time." Fu Song gently stroked the cold scales on Xianxun's body, wanting to warm him up, but his exhausted body can't use any strength without a few days of self-cultivation, so he had no choice but to give up.

Protecting him with a large robe, he wiped off the cold dew on Xianxun's body, and then the little grass spirit who had been on the sidelines for a long time prepared some warm water and sent it to Xianxun's room.

When Xianxun was put into the water, he couldn't even stand upright, the wound on his foot was still there, Fu Song vaguely remembered that the body of the Dragon Clan was indestructible, but when every scale on his body fell off, it seemed like he had suffered a thousand wounds. It was like cutting into pieces with a knife, and the pain was unbearable.

"Ah Xun doesn't hurt." Xian Xun embarrassedly hid his paws under his stomach, looked left and right, and finally said with a shy face: "Xianjun, God Zhuye is really powerful, Ah Xun was hurt by him. I was so frightened that my legs went limp all night outside, but I couldn't move, but it was freezing."

... Fu Song's heart, which was still soft just now, suddenly turned into a stone.

He knocked on Xianxun's head expressionlessly, seeing him in a daze, couldn't help the smile in his heart, he saw the wound on his paw on the wall of the barrel as if he was afraid of the sting of water At that time, he still said softly: "Seeing you are pitiful, I allow you to eat one of the deep-sea lobster that Dragon Lord gave you tonight."

Xianxun's small eyes sparkled immediately after turning into a dragon body, and he almost rushed to hug Fu Song and cheer for long live.

A corner of white clothes flashed outside the door, and there was a noise from somewhere in the cold courtyard. The Xizhu Palace, which had been suppressed for several days, finally returned to laughter.

The author has something to say: I feel so sorry for my Ah Song QAQ

Zhu Ye (carrying a knife, feeling sad): I feel sorry for you and make him hurt!

Mother, die.

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QAQ Thank you Ah Jiu for giving the stupid author the landmine QAQ, you are still so lost in the middle of the night QAQ, come to my bed to warm you up.

九日殿堂扔了一个地雷投掷时间:2015-10-0700:14:24

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After working hard to update for so long, I finally reached [-] before Thursday... It was really not easy, and I burst into tears.