Male god strategy plan

Jijiwan ran away in a hurry, leaving a mess for Jianren Qihai.

Looking at the mecha wreckage all over the floor, and the "mentally handicapped children" who made people feel dizzy, Jianren Qihai didn't know whether he should run to chase them, or catch Gojo Goku and beat him up first.

"He ran so fast, I thought I could see his real body." Gojo Satoru sighed disappointedly.

With a leap, he jumped off the mecha that was split in half by him, and landed smoothly.

I swept my toes around in the pile of wreckage, as if trying to find one or two interesting things from it.

Wutiao Wu Maomao was unhappy: "Why did you run so fast and didn't bring others with you?"

Jianren Qihai's mouth twitched: "Did I cut off your leg?"

He stopped him from chasing him, so obviously he didn't want to chase him!

"Ah, it's so boring!" After finishing speaking, Wujo Wutiao's toes gradually raised the mecha's head, ready to kick the puppet's head out.

As soon as this ball is shot, it will be affected within a five-mile radius without accident.

Jianren Qihai squinted his eyes, silently took out his machete, and said in a light, cold and rigid voice: "If you can't control your feet, I will chop it up for you."

The half-meter-long machete dazzled his eyes, and Gojo Satoru's back shivered instantly, like a well-behaved cat, silently retracting his feet.

Rolling his head on his toes, he felt aggrieved like a child: "Nana understands that you are a murderer."

"..."

Qihai Jianren's facial features began to distort towards his aggrieved big baby.

If possible, I really want to burn his mouth flat.

Fortunately, he finally restrained his murderous intentions by relying on his determination to not be surprised over the years.

"The puppet manipulation technique of Jiqiwan is the current leader, and the range of techniques is extremely wide, and it can even monitor the whole of Japan."

"There are so many clones, it's only a lunatic who will directly anal with you."

Don't you have a clear understanding of your own strength? !

There is no hope of arrest, and Jian Qihai didn't bother to follow up. Although the threat is strong, the danger is not strong.

Since Jiwan said that he would go back by himself, he would definitely be able to go back by himself.

Jianren Qihai looked at his watch, adjusted his goggles, turned around and walked back: "It's almost time, go back and catch up on sleep!"

Worked overtime yesterday, rested today!

This is the reasonable adjustment system.

"Just left? Don't you want to catch up?" Gojo Satoru twitched his lips playfully.

Jianren Qihai took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Didn't you let him go?"

Are you so embarrassed to ask me? !

Don't you just want to let the machine pill to add trouble to Ninzu Yushi?

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, not ashamed but proud: "Isn't this very interesting? It is the basic quality of a love rival to make trouble for a rival in love. I follow professional ethics very much!"

"...idiot!" Don't you just look at other people's beautiful parents, just like little girls like dolls in other people's hands.

You know a wooly like.

"Let's go, you Wujo Wu let him go, and I will report the truth to the higher authorities. You should prepare your self-criticism in advance! I can't help." Jianren Qihai was too lazy to waste brain cells with him, and raised his foot toward the convenience shop.

I haven't eaten breakfast yet, let's deal with it first.

Gojo Goto kept up, step by step, crackling like a Chinese New Year firecracker in his mouth: "Nanaming, why don't you write the report for me, your writing is better than mine, and your thinking logic is also better than mine. Better than me, even your writing is much better than mine. A 3000-word report will kill me, really. Nana Ming~~You can write for others~"

Gojo Satoru put his shoulders on his shoulders, pressed his whole body weight on his body, and rubbed his cheek against his face forcibly: "Nana Ming~ Write and write~"

"Nana Ming~"

Assi...

I really want to stuff Wujo Wudu into the sewer!

Was he a repeater in his previous life?

"Get out!" Jianren Qihai finally couldn't hold back, and cursed out this concise but multi-level word.

One word was soul-stirring, and he felt much more comfortable after shouting it out.

"You actually told me to fuck off?" Wutiao Wuxizi held his heart, feeling quite hurt internally, "Our revolutionary friendship for so many years, you actually told me to fuck off, I was hurt."

Qihai Jianren opened the door and entered the convenience store without changing his face, and bought himself a favorite bread.

Gojo Satoru's voice was still nagging incessantly: "Nanaming, we have a friendship in the same bed, I'm really hurt!"

"It takes ten servings of Daifuku with the flavor of Kikufu edamame fresh cream to comfort my wounded heart, and I want dessert."

"Rang Rang, I'm off work, hurry home." Jianren Qihai bypassed him and left.

"Are you going back just like that? Are you going to leave your handsome, delicate and frail companion behind?"

"You are delicate and weak, and people all over the world are dying of illness."

Gojo Satoru looked at his resolute back when he left, put away his joking look, and shook his head helplessly.

Oops, what kind of evil did this do? Even Nana Ming started to be passive and sabotage, the magic world is coming to an end!

After struggling with the kitchen all morning, Yushi Ninzu boiled a big pot of porridge with mushrooms and shredded chicken.

He asked someone to deliver a portion to the late risers, and he ran to Brother Cun's room with the cold porridge.

"time to eat."

"Right now." An indistinct voice came from the bathroom.

Shinobu Yushi put down the porridge, propped his chin with one hand, guarded the bathroom door, and looked at the slender figure at the other end through the frosted glass door.

There are many lights and shadows, and the hormones are bursting.

As expected of an athlete's physique, how long did it take to recover so quickly.

There was nothing wrong with his walking posture, and the desire to win in his heart was once again provoked.

It seems that we have to work harder today.

I didn't play well yesterday, let's make persistent efforts today!

Yukimura Seichi didn't know that his head was full of pornographic thoughts.

When he pushed the door and came out, he met his gaze directly, scorching hot and anxious, like a wolf and a tiger.

From the distance from the bathroom to the dining table, those eyes never left his body along the way, which made him feel terrified.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Yuuto Ninata blurted out the compliment in spite of his brain: "You look good."

"..." With so many advantages, this is the only thing you can think of?

"Try the shredded chicken porridge."

Yukimura Seiichi took it silently, not knowing how he cultivated his character of being a house husband.

He swears to God, but he has never been asked to take the initiative to arrange meals.

"Are you free recently? You still have time to cook." Yukimura Seichi blew on the porridge, his slightly curly hair outlined his fair face, indescribably gentle and elegant.

The smooth skin is like an egg that has been peeled off its shell. A man who is about to be in his third year has such good skin with little maintenance.

Ninja Yushi watched him eat seriously: "No, it's quite a lot of work, but the number of surgeries has decreased recently, so focus on management."

"That's good, I'm not so tired, I should start training." Yukimura Seichi tasted the porridge, it was delicious, and the shredded chicken melted in his mouth.

"The porridge is good. I feel much better today. I plan to leave the hospital and report to the training office tomorrow."

After hearing his intensive arrangement, Yushi Ninzu smiled subconsciously: "You really dare not relax for a moment, so you can start thinking about training after you get off the ground."

"But you went to training, what should I do." His face moved closer unconsciously, his fingers crossed the table and hooked the back of his hand little by little.

The index finger lovingly slid across the bony fingers, making his hair stand on end.

There seems to be an electric current in the body, from the fingers to the tailbone.

"Ahem..." He didn't swallow a mouthful of porridge, but choked himself.

"What was done in the past is what is still done now."

"Isn't it difficult to meet once a year?"

Yukimura Seiichi nodded after thinking for a moment: "Almost, refer to the meeting frequency in the past eight years."

If they successfully participate in the US Open, this relationship should not continue.

I don't know if it's lucky or not.

But it is probably impossible for him to give up tennis.

It is even more impossible for Ninja Yuto to give up being a doctor.

To sum up, the meeting frequency should refer to the past.

If we don't meet each other immediately, then we have a chance to meet once every two or three years?

Ninja Yuuji felt thunderbolt.

Seeing you once every two or three years is not dating.

That's going to the grave.

We can still see each other once a year when we go to the grave.

Fortunately, Murakami was hospitalized, so they had time to find a relationship.

If they were discharged from the hospital, one would fly all over the world, and the other would be trapped in the hospital every day.

Talk about a woolen love, talk about cotton have no chance!

If it weren't for the brain tricks acting as a demon, his love would have already come to an end.

Maybe, he can no longer make up for the fault of breaking up.

The quarrel was so stiff at the beginning, and we had to avoid each other when we met in the future.

It's all right now, although the crisis has been lifted, I'm in a hurry to fall in love again.

Once back to before liberation.

Think of his love affairs that ended without a cause, and the fear of long-distance relationships is unforgettable.

Looking at Yukimura Seiichi's cold-hearted, heartless appearance.

If he didn't take the initiative, he specified that he would not take the initiative to find him.

Ninja Yushi thought with his chin resting, and glanced at him seemingly absently, his beautiful eyes full of seriousness.

After a while, he solemnly said, "Why don't we get married!"

"Cough cough..."

Yukimura Seiichi was choked by success again.

God damn it, can't he have a peaceful breakfast?

Is it so easy for people to propose marriage now?

Open your mouth to come.

It's a sin to be pretty.

Yushi Ninzu: "The love of adults is too fragile, and I don't want to talk about it. I have lost passion and love. Desire, the emotion is so thin and pitiful."

"Some boyfriends disappear after chatting. It's better that marriage can give each other a sense of security, or marriage can give people security."

Shinobu Yushi pulled out the chair, knelt down on one knee, and pulled out the ring that was prepared 800 years ago but never had a chance to use: "Would you like to put my surname on it?"

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the ring with reddened eyes.

However, upon hearing his words, Shengsheng forced back the tears that were about to overflow.

He put down the spoon in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped his lips slowly.

No matter what time it is, it always has a calm, elegant and picturesque expression, and its face is always gentle, but its tone is unquestionable: "You take my surname."

Gan!

Shinobu Yushi looked up at him while maintaining a half-kneeling posture, which is a bit troublesome~

He pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Yukimura Seiichi shook his index finger: "No, you take my last name."

Ninzujing City is ugly, okay!

Shinobu Yushi stood up with the table, leaned down and wrapped him in his arms, his scorching breath sprayed on his neck and stirred up a fine fluff: "Then, one three five seven you go, two four five Me? You take my last name."

The majestic breath was hot, wrapping him tightly.

The corners of Yukimura Seiichi's bright red lips pulled out a bewitching arc, and he grabbed his collar and pulled it down. The extremely aggressive beauty rushed towards his face, making him short of breath: "Are you confused? Let you For once, do you really think of yourself as one?"

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The author has something to say:

Little Wolf: We have to find a way to convince him.

Your Majesty: The issue of sovereignty cannot be compromised.