Soot, Moonlight, Vodka

The moment Chen Zhuo clicked into Xia Zhifeng's live broadcast room, his head was in a daze.

The interface of the live broadcast room shows that Xia Zhifeng is playing a shooting game, which should be a very popular one, so many people are watching, and the popularity is hundreds of thousands.

Xia Zhifeng was distracted by the system notification that Chen Zhuo came in, and was shot in the head by his opponent, knocking him out of the game.

"Welcome boss." Xia Zhifeng's voice came from the live broadcast room.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, and it's even a little strange. The voice heard on the phone is different from the reality.

The high-end sound card and live broadcast equipment magnified the details of Xia Zhifeng's timbre, and matured a lot.

The moment he heard the sound, Chen Zhuo exited the live broadcast room, and by the way, also logged out his account and deleted the app.

"Goodbye, boss." Xia Zhifeng's voice made it impossible to hear his emotions: "Let's end the broadcast today, bye."

Game exits.

——"It's a pity that there is a chance in this round."

——"The anchor has no energy"

——"Little brother, don't go, let's play a few more rounds! I haven't seen enough!"

—— "Next time come to the duo ~ please bring ~ my brother's skills are really good QAQ!"

……

Chen Zhuo put down the phone and was about to take a shower when the phone rang suddenly.

A phone call came in from an unfamiliar local number.

Generally speaking, Chen Zhuo would not answer calls from unfamiliar numbers. Someone would naturally contact his agent about work matters, and those who would take the initiative to contact him were all friends, and unfamiliar numbers were either scams or sales.

But Chen Zhuo picked up the call, put the phone to his ear, he didn't speak, and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

There was a blank sound in the phone, and the other party didn't speak, only the vague sound of flicking a lighter could be heard.

Chen Zhuo thought, he should hang up.

Why don't you hang up?

The other party continued to remain silent, as if he was afraid that Chen Zhuo would hang up the phone if he spoke.

For a while, the people on both ends of the phone could only hear each other's breathing.

In silence, all things are possible.

The other party could be a salesman, a liar, a prankster...or it could be Xia Zhifeng who called from a new number after his phone number was blocked.

"Hello?" Chen Zhuo broke the silence first.

The person on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, like a slight sigh, and hung up the phone.

Chen Zhuo looked at the "Call ended" on the phone screen and thought, what a strange call.

It's also strange to answer the phone and not hang up for so long.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night on the weekend, Chen Zhuo received another strange call.

He picked it up again, and as soon as he connected, he heard loud dance music and a strange male voice: "Hello?"

"You are?" Chen Zhuo said.

"There is a young man with red hair who drank too much at our place," the male voice said, "Look at the notes on his phone, he should be the closest to you, who are you? Can you come and pick him up? He is so drunk that he can't leave No one cares about him."

"Where? I'm going now."

"18 Zhongyuan Street, Rose Night."

When Chen Zhuo was driving, he was reminded of the speed several times by the navigation.

Rose Night is a nightclub, Chen Zhuo passed through a group of men and women, and was led by the bartender to the booth in the corner.

Although the place was dim, the lights were shaking, and people were mixed, Chen Zhuo still found Xia Zhifeng at a glance.

Xia Zhifeng lay unconscious on the table, holding a half bottle of vodka in his right hand, and there were other drinks and fruit plates in a mess on the table.

"He hasn't paid the bill yet," the bartender reminded.

Chen Zhuo took out his credit card: "Swipe the card, thank you."

After paying the bill at the front desk, the bartender helped Chen Zhuo carry Xia Zhifeng to the back seat of his car.

Chen Zhuo posed for him well so as not to be short of breath, and then touched Xia Zhifeng's forehead, as if he had a fever.

Xia Zhifeng was very drunk, his cheeks were hot, and his body smelled of alcohol. Chen Zhuo took him to a nearby clinic first to make sure that he was not suffering from alcoholism, and then bought anti-alcohol medicine, then turned around and returned to his home.

Originally, he wanted to take Xia Zhifeng to the hotel, but the hotel required an ID card, which was inconvenient for Chen Zhuo, so he had to reluctantly take him home.

The process of getting people upstairs was difficult. Xia Zhifeng became heavy when he was drunk, his arms hung on Chen Zhuo's shoulders, his cheek was pressed against Chen Zhuo's neck, his legs didn't move at all, and he was dragged by Chen Zhuo into the elevator.

The moment he opened the door of the house, Chen Zhuo felt that he was saved. He was sweating in the winter, but fortunately there was no wind tonight.

He reluctantly put Xia Zhifeng on the sofa, and was about to change his shoes, when he turned around, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

Chen Zhuo froze.

"Hmm..." Xia Zhifeng murmured and hugged Chen Zhuo towards him.

"Wait..." Chen Zhuo was exhausted from getting Xia Zhifeng up just now, and now he has no strength to break free, and fell back on the sofa.

Xia Zhifeng was half-drunk and half-awake, all he knew was that he would never let go of the person in his arms, his red hair rubbed against Chen Zhuo's back, his lips were half-open: "...I'm so thirsty."

"Relax, I'll find you some water." Chen Zhuo tried to push Xia Zhifeng's arm away.

Xia Zhifeng shook his head, half-closed his eyes, his thick black eyelashes draped under his red eyes, making him look extraordinarily docile.

"Aren't you thirsty?" Chen Zhuo softened his tone.

"Ah."

"Let go if you are thirsty." Chen Zhuo seemed to be talking to a child, worried that the other party would not understand.

Xia Zhifeng and Lu Xingze were really similar when they were drunk, they both liked to mess around.

Xia Zhifeng tried his best to open his eyes, looked at Chen Zhuo drunkenly, and then exerted his strength instantly, pushing Chen Zhuo down on the sofa.

Before Chen Zhuo had time to react, his hands were controlled.

"Xia Zhifeng? Are you-um..."

Warm lips kissed up to Chen Zhuo's lips, Chen Zhuo only felt his heart go numb, and then the heat spread throughout his body along with his heartbeat.

Chen Zhuo began to struggle violently as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his face, and the kiss chased after him, interrupting his breathing and heartbeat without refusal.

He left him with nowhere to hide.

His refusal was useless, but Xia Zhifeng hugged him even tighter and more stubbornly.

Anger appeared in Chen Zhuo's eyes, and he bit down hard.

"Hmm..." Xia Zhifeng stopped in pain, touched the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, blood was already visible.

Then, a slap hit Xia Zhifeng's face heavily, knocking his head away. When he was shocked, Chen Zhuo pushed him off the sofa.

"……roll."

Xia Zhifeng had never seen Chen Zhuo so angry and disappointed.

Xia Zhifeng sat on the ground in a daze, with bloodstains on his lips, and red fingerprints on his left cheek: "I'm sorry."

Chen Zhuo threw the turmeric hangover pills in a plastic bag into Xia Zhifeng's arms, without even looking at him: "Go away after taking the medicine."

——"Mr. Chen's air pressure is so low today... Help, I've never seen him like this before."

——"When Mr. Chen is angry, his handsome value doubles."

——"Rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry. Don't look at people with good tempers, they also have tempers..."

Chen Zhuo took the third painkiller while reading the script and got a headache.

"Is it better?" Jiang Yu brought another glass of warm water.

"It's okay." Chen Zhuo said.

"Who is mad at you, I'll beat him for you." Jiang Yu gently shook Chen Zhuo's shoulder.

Chen Zhuo smiled: "It's nothing, I shouldn't be so kind and meddle in my own business."

He is now looking forward to the annual vacation in February, so that he can go to the racecourse to play, relax, and clear up the unpleasant memories.

Xia Zhifeng, he really didn't need to worry about him, luring wolves into the house.

Chen Zhuo thought that no matter how out of line Xia Zhifeng was, he would at least respect him and respect his bottom line...

Even if he was drunk, it was not an excuse to trample on his bottom line.

Yes, even when drunk...

Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo started to have a headache again.

His ambivalence flared up again.

He knew that Xia Zhifeng was impulsive when he was drunk, and he knew that when a person was drunk, he might do uncontrollable behavior.

He even wondered if he was going too far, if that slap was too heavy.

Although rationality can find many reasons for Xia Zhifeng to forgive him, but emotionally, Chen Zhuo just cannot accept his behavior.

Before he calmed down, he didn't want to see anything about Xia Zhifeng again.

While Chen Zhuo was rubbing his brows, a piece of local news popped up on his mobile phone. Someone jumped into the river by the Luxi River in this city to commit suicide——

Chen Zhuo immediately picked up his mobile phone and clicked in. After confirming that the person who jumped into the river was not a redhead, he put the mobile phone on the table angrily.

Well, from now on, I never want to see anything about Xia Zhifeng again.

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Copywriting: "After Becoming a Taoist Couple with the Disabled Demon Venerable"

Fu Lan has become a waste and a laughing stock recognized by the world of cultivating immortals. The original owner is the descendant of the first star fortune teller. Not only can't astrology and divination, but also can't practice. He was nicknamed "can't help the wall", embarrassing his parents , to shame the sect.

Coincidentally, Fulan is best at the technique of yin and yang divination. Unfortunately, when she passed through, she only had less than one year of life left. If she wants to continue to live, she must practice immortality.

Fulan does not know how to cultivate immortals, but only knows fortune-telling.

"This fellow Taoist, are you looking for the sword spirit who ran away from home because of your anger?"

"This eminent monk, please pay attention to the rotten peach blossoms in two months, otherwise Yuanyang will be lost."

"This alchemy cultivator, remember to be careful of the fryer when making alchemy recently..."

The sword master who successfully retrieved the sword spirit: "I will be your sword from now on."

Danxiu, the genius doctor who was saved from the disaster of blood and light: "Whether it's building foundations, forming alchemy or prolonging life, pills and tonics are all prepared for you."

The pure Buddhist son who avoided the peach blossom calamity sacrificed himself to help Lan to block the thunder calamity: "It doesn't matter, as long as the donor is not hindered."

Soon, the monks who looked down on Fulan saw with their own eyes that Fulan's cultivation was approaching the late stage of Mahayana, accompanied by top-level divine swords, spiritual pets and magic weapons.

It turns out that we don't need to be very troublesome and tiring to cultivate immortals easily (*?▽?*)

Fulan accidentally picked up a magic cultivator.

"Ah, beauty, count your fingers, today you and I are destined."

Dujie Moxiu, who was dying and vomiting blood: "?"

"But you seem to be dying." Fulan's folding fan raised Moxiu's chin: "Make a partnership with me, and I will save your life, how about it?"

"……Ah."

"Oh, yes."

Fu Lan dragged the great beauty Moxiu home, raised him healthy, and fully recovered his spiritual power!Then practice happily together!The upgrade efficiency is extremely high!

Afterwards, Fu Lan found out that his Taoist companion is the most ferocious and tyrannical Mozun lord with the highest force value in the cultivation world, and those who humiliate him will be revenged to the point of death.

Sorry to bother you.

Fulan ran all night, but luckily her cultivation was high enough, she was good at fortune-telling, and she was especially good at running.

He didn't know that after he escaped, Mozun searched all over the cultivation world like crazy, just to find his little Taoist partner who got married seriously.

The anecdote that the Demon Lord was abandoned by others spread all over the world of comprehension. Everyone was wondering who was so desperate. Finally, at the evangelization meeting, everyone watched the Demon Lord take off Fu Lan's mask, half-smiling : "Where do you want to go this time?"

Fulan and Mozun 1V1HE~

*Character Su Susu, with sweet feelings and a cool plot