Zhong Ai Qingqing

The flowers are small and white, full of rustic game, the most common kind on the mountain.But at this moment, it seems that there is a feeling of warmth touching the bottom of my heart.Pfft~ It's really hard to imagine that little demon bending over to pick flowers with a straight face.

"By the way, I found some rice in the jar. I cooked white porridge, would you like some?" The young man served tea and water to Lord Shangshen courteously, serving him carefully in front of and behind the bed.

Zhong Ai's ferocious face relaxed, and there was a smile in his peach eyes. He held the soft glutinous white porridge that Longsu had just cooked in his hand, and put a spoonful into his lips. It was hot and sweet, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.When he spoke to Long Su again, his voice was not gentle: "Xiao Yao, have you cured your poison yet?"

The young man stopped serving the porridge, his back was facing the bed, Zhong Ai couldn't see his expression, after a while, the young man's low and depressed voice with a bit of crying came out.

"Well, it's solved. I'm really useless. I obviously wanted to protect you by wearing a powerful armor, but I was saved by you. I owe you two lives. What should I do? I'm afraid I won't pay in this life." Cleared."

Behind him came the unelegant voice of Shangshen chugging and drinking the porridge. With the porridge in his mouth, he mumbled, "The God has saved countless souls, and he never expected any one to repay his favor. Rest assured. If you don’t pay it back, why bother.”

Zhong Ai, maybe to you, I am just a kitten and puppy you rescued by the side of the road.But for me, the short moment when you stopped for me is already the most indescribable warmth in my life.

May the years last forever, only in this moment.

"Xiao Yao, have another bowl!"

The Siyi Shangshen knocked on the empty bowl in his hand confidently, and ordered it to be filled again.

At that moment, Fan Er, the lonely and noble god, was completely shattered.Remembering that he snatched his roast chicken last time, so that such a heartless foodie can become a god?Long Su shook his head, took the bowl in his hand, and handed over the bowl of porridge that had just been filled with a soft cloth.

Not to mention, this little demon Long Su is really good at craftsmanship, after the poison is cured, why not take him to the upper realm and stay in the palace to cook?

The only sound left in the room was the sound of Zhong Ai snorting and eating porridge.

That night.

The young man took care of the delicate God, and after checking the house was safe, he consciously went to sleep outside.

Zhong Ai leaned on the bed and looked at him, half clothed, with long silver hair falling down, like the Milky Way pouring down from nine heavens.

He turned his face sideways, a faint shadow fell on the snow-like eyelashes, carelessly picked up the oil lamp beside the bed with a pick, looked at the back of Long Su pushing the door away, and said something calmly : "Stay here."

"No, there's no need, I'm going out to sleep." Long Su stammered as he choked on his footsteps.

Zhongai Shangshen narrowed his eyes, and said clearly and clearly without any doubts: "If the Shangshen told you to stay, then stay, don't talk nonsense."

There was a blush on Long Su's face in an instant, he thought of what Shangshen had said when he met Shangshen for the first time.Is it today?Ahhhhh!

He dawdled over from the door with a blushing handsome face, feeling uncomfortable, he didn't know where to put his hands, and his heart was beating wildly.Walking to the bedside, the boy's mind was already in a mess, his face was as hot as burning, and he didn't know what to do.

The man sitting on the bed coughed, kicked a quilt to the ground, pouted his mouth and said: "Tonight, I will live here. I don't need to live outside the door from now on."

Long Su stared blankly at him.

No. Should it be overwhelmed?

Zhong Ai, who was leaning on the side of the bed, raised his lips: "What's the matter? Do you still want to go outside the door to suffer from the cold? If it gets to the ears of your demon masters, you will think that the god of the upper realm treats the demon race lightly."

It turned out that they were not sharing the same bed.So lost, so lost.

However, it is also very happy to be able to sleep in the same room.

Long Su was dumbfounded.After thinking it through, Zhong Ai paved the floor with joy and joy. Zhong Ai only looked at him when he told him to sleep in the house, and he showed such a happy look as if he had won a treasure, and felt that the little demon was really cute and easy to coax.

Hey, where did such a loyal and honest little demon come from.

Shangshen lay down, closed his eyes, and turned his body to face inside again.

Ordinary people feel hungry and tired easily, which is extremely troublesome.It only took half a day to eat and sleep and eat again, and now it will be a long time to be a mortal, but fortunately there is someone who is willing to serve him, so it is finally easier to bear, let's get used to it slowly.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the sleeper on the bed is breathing lightly, his eyelashes are trembling, his lips are light-colored, the silver hair on the blue bamboo couch is scattered like flowers, and a strand of silver tip hangs on his chest, like a painting on an ink scroll. picture scroll.The young man lying at the foot of the bed climbed up lightly, carefully covered the person on the bed with a neat quilt, and put down the light gauze curtain.

Lying at the foot of the bed again, although the ground was much warmer than outside, it was still slightly cold. The boy curled up and covered himself with the quilt, his long and narrow eyes gradually closed heavily, and fell asleep like a kitten.

On the third day, Zhong Ai suffered from poisoning for the first time.

He has been a god for nearly ten thousand years, and this is the first time for a mortal to experience the feeling of birth, old age, sickness and death. He was so dizzy and his limbs were weak. Lying on the bamboo couch, he felt dizzy.On weekdays, I only see him treating others, but now he is also a lingering patient on the bed, what a feng shui turn.

The blood of Hei Zhen is indeed extremely poisonous.

The young man cooked the medicine according to Zhong Ai's instructions, poured the thick bitterness into his mouth, and with a movement of the tip of his tongue, Zhong Ai automatically analyzed the ingredients of this bowl of soup in his mind: Zhu Chi two coins, gentian hay one coin , plus winter lotus, bitter thorn...

Long Su scooped up another spoonful of amber honey and brought it to his mouth. Zhong Ai put down the medicine bowl, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the red, swollen hand that was bitten while holding the spoon. The bee stung, Zhong Ai didn't show any emotion in his eyes, he closed his eyes and swallowed the spoonful of honey.

After taking the medicine and seeing better, Zhong Ai hugged the quilt and scolded that black poison kid ten thousand times in his heart, and still felt puzzled ten thousand times.

During the night, my body fluctuates from hot to cold, sometimes it feels like I’m on fire, and sometimes it feels like I’ve fallen into a deep ice cellar.

The wet cloth to wipe his forehead was changed again and again, Zhong Ai on the bed was talking in his dreams, Long Su hesitated, took his hand and coaxed him softly, the other hand still kept wiping his sweat beads.

The person on the bed closed his eyes in pain and murmured, "It's so hot, so cold."

The young man carried his own quilt to the bed and covered him. Zhong Ai kicked and kicked the quilt on his body violently in a coma.When Zhong Ai kicked the quilt again and muttered about being cold, Long Su finally gave up the useless act of covering him with the quilt, but he had no choice but to take off his boots and hug him.

"Zhong Ai is good, neither cold nor cold."

Shangshen unconsciously hugged the warm body in front of him tightly, Fang was honest for a while, and after a while he punched and kicked again, frowning and screaming hot.

Long Su endured the pain from being hit on his body, and concentrated on turning the monster power in his body into a slightly cold breath, and the medical doctor pressed his face comfortably to his not-so-broad and solid chest, and calmed down again.Seeing that it was effective, Long Su kept turning the demon power to relieve his fever.

Zhong Ai in his arms calmed down like a well-behaved little silver bird. Long Su imitated the way his mother patted him sleeping when he was young, and patted him clumsily. There was tenderness in his long and narrow eyes, tossing his messy silver hair After a little tidying up, the night was dark, the young man ran his fingertips through the silky long hair, and his heart was beating in the finally quiet bamboo house.

The world I want, I just want to coexist with you.I love the feeling of holding you in my arms so much that I regard it as a gift from God.Zhong Ai'en, one day you will go back and stand above the ten thousand heavens, then, just at this moment, let me protect you well.

At night, Zhong Ai made a fuss a few times unconsciously, and Long Su calmed down again and again, and the sky became brighter, and the silver-haired man fell into a deep sleep. Long Su was also extremely tired, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

There is not much rice left in the jar.

Long Su felt that he could eat whatever he wanted. When he was in Yunwu Mountain, he was always bullied by his brothers and sisters. It was common for him to eat a full meal with scars all over his body. In the worst times, he even ate aquatic plants and small shrimps in the mud. Pass.After being evicted from the house, I felt much more at ease.

But Zhong Ai cannot be wronged, now that he has a mortal body, he needs to be taken care of carefully.For the first time in his life, little brother Long Su felt that life was a major event that he had to be cautious about.Early in the morning, he dug up the herbs that Zhong Ai taught him to identify, beat some animals, and went to the nearby hills to change his daily household.Before the middle of the sun, he used his demon power to rush back quickly to cook and boil water for Zhongai Shangshen to take a bath.

The quilt is newly changed, and the summer is about to pass, and the weather is getting cooler.Two quilts were placed on the bamboo couch for Zhong Ai, which made it much warmer.

The few vegetables in the willow basket and the half bag of rough noodles were exchanged with pheasants and mortals from the nearby hills. The round chickens were stuffed into his hands by the mortal sister-in-law who saw that he looked good. Long Su thought about it. Change some tricks and give Zhong Ai something new to eat.

He also bought a copy of all kinds of playthings on the big market. A windmill made of reed leaves was inserted beside the basket.

It had only rained in the early morning, and a drop of crystal water was condensed on the tip of the bamboo leaf. The young man walked through the bamboo forest with a basket in his hand. The breeze blew, and the water dripped along the leaf tip onto the puddle on the stone, making a crisp ding-dong sound. .

He walked around the bamboo fence, put the basket under the eaves, and quickened his steps to open the door and go in.

The quilt was neatly folded, and the shepherd's purse porridge cooked for Zhong Ai in the morning showed traces of being used, but the bowl was already completely cold.There is no one in the house.

he's gone..

Long Su sniffed, closed the door with expressionless hands and feet, sat on the bamboo steps, in a daze, then buried his face in his sleeves silently.

The little bird landed on the bamboo branch and twittered and flew away.

The joyful voice of a god who was fooling around sounded: "Little demon,