I can't get enough to feed you

Wang Chengcheng's dead face has remained expressionless for thousands of years, like a walking statue with an expressionless face, which makes people doubt whether there is a human soul under her human skin.

The old man who looked even older than Kong Lianfeng, with age spots on his face, hummed and said: "It's dangerous to go here, I didn't expect that I will come to kill me when I am old."

Kong Lianfeng glanced at the old man angrily, thinking of this old man. Aunt Huang tucked her hands into her sleeves, raised her eyelids, and said in a cold voice, "Except for Xiao Kong, who else is younger than you? Let the old man see and see."

The old man immediately shut up, and Wang Chengcheng said indifferently: "Let's go, everyone, this trip is dangerous, and there is a chance of survival in the midst of the big murder. If you don't take action, will you just watch millions of people in Tianjin Wei being sacrificed alive?"

"This is a great merit." Aunt Huang glanced at the rainy sky, and lifted her feet together with Wang Chengcheng. The way forward is unknown. Except for Wang Chengcheng's expressionless face, which can be said to be beyond life and death, Kong Lianfeng and the others all had expressions on their faces. Heavy exactly the same.

One arm of Ji Xuanyuan was bent, and Meng Xiaojiang was sitting in the crook of his arm. Ji Xuanyuan's other hand was protecting Meng Xiaojiang's back, and Meng Xiaojiang was supporting the big black umbrella.

The two were facing each other, and it was also a typical posture of an adult holding a child. Ji Xuanyuan relied on his height of 1.8 meters [-], and compared with ordinary people, he was also extremely powerful, so he hugged Meng Xiaojiang like this.The petite little boy was leaning in his arms, his chin was resting on his shoulder, his brows were wrinkled as he looked at the rainy sky.

Ji Xuanyuan didn't know the sorrow in Meng Xiaojiang's heart, touched his waist, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of laundry soap on Meng Xiaojiang's body, and sprayed water every step of the way, more and more black fog in Tianjin city and never stop The rain is nothing to him.

As long as the little boy in his arms is still intact in his arms, his world will always be safe, happy, worry-free and fearless.

"Where are we going?" Meng Xiaojiang lay on Ji Xuanyuan's shoulder, quietly stretched out one hand, and caught two drops of rainwater. The rainwater fell on the palm of his hand, and he was even more distressed, with black dust in it.

"It's impossible to go to the park in such a big rain, why don't we go to the movies?" Ji Xuanyuan turned his footsteps and went as soon as he said it. When he arrived at the local movie theater, he was not neglected.

Theoretically, it was raining today, and it was morning again, so there should be very few movie theaters at the moment, but a group of people in front of them had already started fighting.

Ji Xuanyuan stood holding Meng Xiaojiang in his arms for a while, and watched the people fighting and talking non-stop, "Days come and go", from "Day to your mother" to "Day to your ancestors", I don't understand this small Why did the people at the scene of the group fight get into a fight, but they probably figured it out. The anti-counterfeiting personnel who sell everything from movie theater tickets to screenings are all movie theater staff.

Ji Xuanyuan suspected that the distribution of the spoils was unfair, and the staff finally rose up to beat the vicious capitalist movie theater owner, skinned him and divided his money, took his wife and robbed him of his wealth.

Meng Xiaojiang lay listlessly on Ji Xuanyuan's shoulder, and yawned lazily, weak all over. Ji Xuanyuan hugged him and turned around to leave. The two of them were going to find another place to spend the day.

Ji Xuanyuan was going to find a restaurant to have a big meal, but there was always not enough food, his stomach would never be full, and the breakfast was really unsatisfactory, Meng Xiaojiang lazily held an umbrella in one hand, With one arm around Ji Xuanyuan's neck, the tip of his red tongue was exposed, and he yawned again.

"Have you found a restaurant yet?" Meng Xiaojiang asked while holding an umbrella, squinting her eyes, and wanted to sleep the first time she fell.

Strange, why am I so sleepy?Did I not sleep last night?

Meng Xiaojiang thought in a daze that Ji Xuanyuan had already walked three blocks with his beloved little boy in his arms, and passed seven restaurants, ranging from Western-style to eight Chinese-style cuisines, all of which were chaotic, not diners. They fought each other, diners and restaurant staff.

Along the way, today's gang fights are more interesting than watching a movie. Ji Xuanyuan shook his head and sighed: "I say you people are too fragile! Can such a little bit of resentment affect your emotions? Really say People in the world are headed by human beings, and this grandma's is worse than a beast to me!"

Half of Meng Xiaojiang's face was stuck to Ji Xuanyuan's shoulder, the black suit cloth was damp with rain, and the tip of his nose was filled with the clean, warm and warm smell of Ji Xuanyuan's body.

He took a deep breath, and felt that Ji Xuanyuan's words scolded him too. He has lived to this day, but he still can't help feeling that he belongs to human beings.

Meng Xiaojiang wanted to refute, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand layers, he thought he was so sleepy, I'll sleep on Mr. Xuanyuan's shoulder for a while, he shouldn't throw me off after a while, right?

After Ji Xuanyuan finished speaking, his head turned cold, and the big black umbrella splashed all over the ground, falling on the ground like a flower withered.

The pattering rain poured down from the sky, which caught Ji Xuanyuan by surprise and covered his face. He hugged Meng Xiaojiang and was about to say something in surprise, when suddenly Fuzhi opened his eyes wide. Ji Xuanyuan immediately threw Meng Xiaojiang across with both hands. Come over and let the little boy lie in his arms, in a posture of lying in his arms.

"Xiao Jiang!" Ji Xuanyuan let out a roar, he stretched out his hand to pat Meng Xiaojiang's face, and shouted hastily, "Meng Xiaojiang! Meng Xiaojiang!"

A few times in a row, the young man in his arms blushed, rainwater fell on his face, and the rainwater slid down his face. Ji Xuanyuan leaned close to Meng Xiaojiang's face, watching him sleeping sweetly and ignorantly like a child, watching the rainwater dripping from his slender and thick Trembling drips from her eyelashes.

"Ji Xuanyuan." The female voice called his name softly, "Meng Xiaojiang has been summoned, and the way his seven souls and six souls are fixed in his body is very strange. Now in his body, the seven souls and six souls are missing six souls and five souls. Soul, after being away for too long, I am afraid that the remaining souls will also be annihilated in the world."

Ji Xuanyuan raised his hand, and the big black umbrella that had landed floated above his head. He hugged Meng Xiaojiang, lowered his head and kissed his dear boy on the forehead, took off his suit jacket and covered the boy, and turned to look at the umbrella holding the paper. The umbrella is like Su Daji walking in the misty and rainy Jiangnan.

"Fox, let's go." Ji Xuanyuan brushed Meng Xiaojiang with both hands, and in an instant the rainwater evaporated from the boy's body and he became clean again.

Ji Xuanyuan rides the wind, with a black umbrella covering his head all the time, followed by Su Daji, with nine huge fox tails rippling in the wind behind him, unknowingly aroused by Ji Xuanyuan's hostility.

It's just that when she looked at Ji Xuanyuan, she saw him looking down at the dreaming boy in his arms, but he smiled again, like the gentlest spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River.