Otherworldly entertainment industry

All of Joey's ambitions have been devoted to the great entertainment industry, cultivation?What is that, you can protect yourself!By the way, it’s better to increase your lifespan in moderation. What’s the point of living as a thousand-year-old monster?

So fortunately he has such a wonderful physique, he can improve his cultivation by rolling the sheets, if he has to retreat, meditate and practice swords hard, don't expect Mr. Qiao to have any great achievements in this aspect for a lifetime like Mr. Qiao. up.

As for Ibel, at first he practiced according to Joey's words, largely because he couldn't do other things anyway, and he was idle if he was idle, so why not give it a try.In the end, this trial didn't matter, the two of them spent another night of madness, Joey's excellent furnace body, that place is really flexible and suitable, can expand and shrink, if someone else is so ridiculous/obscene , even if there is not a lot of bleeding/bleeding, it must be too swollen to see, but he is the only one who becomes more and more courageous as he fights, and he can't stop.

It wasn't until daybreak that Mr. Qiao's director's soul awakened, which allowed him to restrain the urge to fight another three hundred rounds, parted from Ibel's fiery lips, and pulled out a ambiguously fragrant/flashy silver thread, and then Reluctantly standing up, there was a "boo" sound at that part of the separation, because the environment was quiet and very clear, the two of them naturally couldn't ignore it, and the two of them who were playing just now blushed in unison.

"It's dawn..." Joey coughed, and opened his mouth a little awkwardly to break the awkward atmosphere. He looked down and saw that Ibel and himself were in a mess, full of traces of ambiguity, and he couldn't help but didn't know what to say. Well, he stopped for a few seconds before going down to put on his shoes, leaned over and hugged Ibel, "Let's go wash it together."

Ibel is almost a head taller than Joey. If someone was watching this scene, it would definitely feel very discordant, but Joey is strong enough, and it can be called easy to hug him. He walks to the bathroom in three or two steps In the living room, it wasn't until Ibell was put into the bathtub that I had time to see the stinky face of the other party.

Not only is he black and charcoal, but Ibel is so angry that if he has a hat on his head, he can fly instantly!

Being hugged by a woman (?) princess, or after being crushed all night, is definitely one of the most shameful things in the world!

But Joey didn't have time to observe his delicate (?) thoughts carefully. It was very late. As a director, he couldn't go too late, so he could only rinse the two of them carelessly, and then fished out Joey. Come to dry and put it on the bed/on the bed, he puts on his clothes and prepares to leave.

"It's still the same as last time. You will be able to speak and move in a short while. I still have to take a step ahead. See you next time... You can't resist anymore. They are all men—cough cough, you You are all men, don't be so stingy, you see you don't have a girlfriend yet, why are you so awkward, this is also a kind of cultivation, and it is much faster than ordinary cultivation methods, we are a win-win, try to accept me Well, maybe I'll fall in love with you slowly..." While putting on his clothes, he babbled to brainwash Ibel, what Joey said was so smooth that he almost confessed the important secret that he was a man, and when he realized it, something happened. In a cold sweat.

Seeing that Ibel probably didn't notice this small loophole, he felt relieved, kissed goodbye, and then quickly evacuated.

After going to the filming location, many actors had already arrived. Joey wandered around, and after less than half an hour, Ibel appeared.

Different from his weird look, his complexion is very good, and he has a radiant feeling. Obviously, not only Joey benefited from a hearty double cultivation, but Ibel is also like eating a elixir, without any indulgence/ The color of excessive malaise.

This day's filming was completed very smoothly under the joint efforts of two gods and men with extremely strong psychological qualities. Only some sensitive people can slightly notice that there is a very subtle sense of disharmony in the atmosphere of the set.

When work was over in the evening, Ibel hurried home without a moment's delay, causing the guilty Joey to look sideways a few times, and then he comforted himself by saying that he was very cautious in picking grass these few times, and did not reveal much. Flaws, Ibel will never doubt himself, hold your ground and don't fall into the trap!

Over there, Ibel hurried home and went straight to his younger brother Ymir.

Ymir is in a daze.

Iber stood in front of him for a long time, but Ymir didn't notice it. He was holding a thick gray-yellow sheepskin scroll in his hand, and he was leaning on the back of the chair. Slick and long hair, with the breeze blowing, causing layers of ripples, it looks like a painting when viewed from a distance and up close, and some people who don't open their eyes saw it, maybe they will become a nympho... But as a brother, I have understood it thoroughly Elder brother, Ibel put aside the phenomenon to look at the essence——

"The book is down."

Ymir was startled by the sudden sound, and after reacting, he looked down, and sure enough, the parchment book, which had been basically untouched since it was opened, was upside down.He said with embarrassment and hatred: "I'm practicing...reading backwards, why, can't I?!"

Ibel ignored him, took a step forward, bent down and looked closely at his younger brother's face for two seconds, and before Imir couldn't help but explode, he said lightly, "What's going on? Can't you rest these two days?" Okay? You have dark circles under your eyes."

Ymir was shocked when he heard the words, and took out a palm-sized silver mirror from his arms, checked his dark circles, "It turned out to be real...Damn..."

After that, Ymir gritted his teeth and muttered something very quickly in a very low voice, and the sky above his head almost condensed into a small dark cloud visible to the naked eye.

It was rare for Ibel not to make trouble. He stood there straight, but his mind was a little wandering, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Ever since he was picked grass last time, Ibel hasn't come to look for Ymir again. The two brothers live together, because one is avoiding deliberately, and the other is staying in his own place and is about to become immortal. They haven't met each other for ten days. .Ibel planned to catch/catch the person next time the person came again, but he still had no idea what to do after the person was caught/caught. Take one step at a time.

Facts have proved that he completely overestimated himself, not only was he not caught, but he again... Cough, if the first time can be blamed on himself for being assassinated, then the second time, after the double cultivation from beginning to end, how can he Have a reason to say it's none of his business?This made him feel very guilty and ashamed of his younger brother who was still foolishly waiting for him to catch/catch him.

At the same time, in the depths of his heart, another dark thought arose—he urgently needs to become stronger, and Ymir is also the same. There is no harm in the relationship... But just now thinking about it, I feel that I am too contemptible for thinking like this. People must insist on something in life. If they break all the bottom lines in order to survive, even if they live for 1000 years, there will be no harm. What's the point?

And once he had such an idea, Ibel knew that he could still think this way now, it was just that the matter was not so far away as to be imminent, so he could be arrogant, death is not scary at all when he is alive and healthy, only When its shadow is approaching, it will make people feel heartbroken. At that time, will he stick to this so-called bottom line?

Besides, strictly speaking, this matter is not harmful to people at all.

Besides, even if he refused openly, what about Ymir?His physique is much worse than his own, and one day / he will take a step ahead, leaving himself alone in this world?

Ibel thought a lot during this day, and was disturbed and chaotic. In the end, he went directly to Imir, but when he stood in front of him, he was always at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

Ymir is so proud, so obsessed with cleanliness, so awkward waiting for him to catch him back, if he knows what happened these days...

The more he thought about it, the more he found it difficult to speak. He struggled until Ymir threw the mirror, washed his face, and applied a layer of transparent ointment to his lower eyelids, but he still didn't say a second word.

Ymir solved the problem of dark circles under his eyes, raised his eyes, and said in disgust, "Ibel, why are you still here?"

The corner of Ibel's mouth twitched, ignored this, and asked instead: "You haven't answered me yet, what's the matter with the dark circles under your eyes? Didn't you sleep well?"

"It's none of your business!" Ymir rolled his reserved and beautiful eyes, moved his eyes down, and stuttered at him, "I'm so busy, can't I get dizzy? Oh, I'm so busy, so busy, you You better leave quickly and close the door for me by the way."

While talking, he jumped up and tidied up the spotless workbench, making a gesture of hurrying to see if I'm busy.

"Ymir." Ibel suddenly called him seriously, which made Ymir a little astonished. He knew that once his brother spoke in this manner, he had something serious to say, so he stopped and replied seriously, "What? thing?"

Ibel hesitated for two seconds, and finally said with difficulty: "Do you like... that person?"

"That person?" Ymir blushed reflexively. He felt his cheeks burn badly, and he immediately realized who the 'that person' Ibel was talking about. There is no way, if a person visits you every night Meng, you will not easily forget, "Like, like? How is it possible! I, I just have a festival with her, and I have to do it myself to express my breath! Cough, of course I don't, I don't like it, brother, what are you doing? Ask this?"

Ibel pierced him blankly: "You called me brother just now, and you stuttered."

Ymir's head was full of black lines, and he sprayed him with a sticky neck: "You are my brother! I don't like calling you brother, okay, then I/just call you Ibel, cut, who would like it..."

Ibel slapped him on the forehead angrily, "Do you think I don't know about your little problem? You stutter when you are nervous, and call brother when you feel guilty. How can you be stubborn?!"