Lovers torture themselves every day

The alarm sounded in Fu Siyuan's heart, he wished he could muster 120 energy to deal with the original body, where Ji Yan and Ji's father were having a good time.

The father and son have many common hobbies. For example, they both like tea tasting. Sometimes when they encounter good wine, they share it with each other. Ji Yan said, "Dad, I have a bottle of wine here. Would you like to try it later?"

Ji Yan had his own ideas since he was a child, and Ji's father and mother were always busy with their own affairs, so they gave Ji Yan free-range education.

They get along more like friends than parents.

Ji's father was overjoyed, before he could speak, Ji's mother glanced at her husband lightly, but her tone was as gentle as ever: "No, you still have to drive later."

Ji's father swallowed the words 'you can stay here for one night'.

The father and son looked at each other, and both could see the helplessness and connivance in each other's eyes.

Ji's mother was in a good mood. She opened the TV series under the eyes of several people, found the Thai drama she had been watching recently, and watched it happily.

As we all know, Thai drama is a very magical genre.

It is not limited to all kinds of human ethics and social concepts, as long as it can be filmed, it will be broadcasted. It combines dog blood and sourness together, small freshness and strong flavors fly together.

What Ji's mother is watching now is a drama about the ethics of a wealthy family.

The protagonist comes from a prominent background, but the relationship between his parents is extremely strange. There are many brothers and sisters around him, and a group of people live in intrigue every day.

Hearing this language for the first time, Fu Siyuan looked up for a while.

Mother Ji explained the plot very enthusiastically. She pointed to a character that is currently out of the factory and said: "This is the father of the protagonist."

After another character appeared, Ji's mother said, "This is the protagonist's mother."

Immediately afterwards, the protagonist's mother had a tryst with the lover, and a scene of immoral literature was staged on the way. The lover wiped the actor's neck with his lips, and said softly, "You're here again?"

A handsome face, accompanied by a deep voice, his gaze is as real as it is.

The protagonist's mother raised her eyes lightly, she also had a beautiful face, her fingers were light white, she gently caressed his lover's face, and said with a low smile: "Yes, after all." His tone stopped, his gaze was charming, and he uttered a few words in a low voice. Word: "How can domestic flowers have the fragrance of wild flowers."

The attraction between the two is full, and when their eyes meet, they are like spider webs connected into threads, full of ambiguity.

The eyes of the three of Ji's family remained calm, they drank tea and chatted.

Only Fu Siyuan, who was sitting next to Ji's mother, had undercurrents in his eyes, various complex expressions appeared on his face, and his fingertips kept rubbing and bouncing, as if he was engaged in an unknown battle between heaven and man, or as if Finally got through some of the magical Ren Du Ermai, and finally slowly held the palm of his hand.

Fu Siyuan stared at Ji Yan.

Ji Yan raised his eyes after feeling the gaze, and seeing his lover smile at him, he couldn't help being a little confused, why he felt that Fu Siyuan's gaze had become much more fanatical.

Is it an illusion?

After the family finished their meal, Ji Yan's parents left.

Sitting lazily on the sofa, Ji Yan said to Fu Siyuan, "I planned to go out with you today, but my parents came."

The world of the two of them disappeared in one day, and Ji Yan felt quite embarrassed.

After all, he just said yesterday that he wanted to accompany Fu Siyuan.

Fu Siyuan seemed to have no regrets: "It's okay, I should be with my family." There was a smile in his voice, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Ji Yan stared at Fu Siyuan for a few seconds, then looked away calmly.

It is now afternoon, and the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on Fu Siyuan's side face. His face is well-defined, his deep and charming voice is accompanied by a warm yellow halo, and he is gentle and handsome.

This scene should be very romantic, the lover is handsome and handsome, the evening breeze is gentle and warm, everything looks beautiful and gentle.

but!

Ji Yan just felt a little weird.

It's probably because I've gotten used to the behavior of Fu Siyuan's sand sculpture recently, and I'm not used to seeing him so serious.

Ji Yan said: "Have you basked in the moon recently to absorb spiritual power?"

Fu Siyuan's stepping through the void on the roof that night left an indelible impression on Ji Yan. From then on, no matter how handsome his lover was, he still remembered the scene of that night in his heart.

Fu Siyuan said: "It's gone." His voice was deep, with a slight embarrassment on his face, as if he was starting to feel embarrassed because of what he had done: "It's impossible for the moon to absorb spiritual power and step through the void."

Ji Yan's heart moved slightly.

His eyes were focused on Fu Siyuan's head. Could it be...already healed?

Ji Yan blinked his eyes, and was about to speak, Fu Siyuan smiled and said proudly: "I have another way."

Ji Yan:.

Hearing this tone, you know it's still not good.

With a sullen face, he asked Fu Siyuan curiously: "What way?"

Fu Siyuan licked his lips, looked at Ji Yan like sparks from a prairie fire, and the temperature in his eyes was already hot.

Alarm bells rang in Ji Yan's heart, he removed his back from the pillow little by little, sat up straight and looked at Fu Siyuan.

Fu Siyuan smiled slightly, as if he was afraid of Ji Yan's rejection, his tone was very soft: "Are you willing to make a contract and become a lifelong companion with me?"

Ji Yan:.

How should I put it, he always knew that Fu Siyuan's mind was not very good.

But at present, this situation is a little more serious than he imagined.

Fu Siyuan was actually panicked.

Forming a Taoist companion contract is an extremely solemn matter. Some people in the cultivation world hate bondage, so they are unwilling to sign this contract.

As a person who doesn't understand the contract at all, Ji Yan's asking this question is actually a bit deceptive.

While Fu Siyuan despised himself for being despicable, he couldn't help but expect Ji Yan to agree.

The air became silent at this moment.

Ji Yan remained silent, Fu Siyuan's heart was beating like a drum.

Forget it, he pursed his lips to comfort himself, this time he was really too impatient.

The matter of signing the Taoist companion contract...you can wait.

Fu Siyuan forced a smile: "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Just when Fu Siyuan thought that there was nothing to do, the young man in front of him suddenly said: "Yes." The voice was very clear, like pearls falling to the ground, and it was like the sound of heaven in Fu Siyuan's ears.

Fu Siyuan couldn't believe it, his fingertips trembled slightly, and even his tone trembled: "Really?"

Ji Yan said: "Really, I am willing to sign a Taoist companion contract with you."

Just now during the long silence, the light in his lover's eyes dimmed, but he still forced himself to smile. When he saw it, he felt that someone had pinched him in his heart.

Just treat it as coaxing him to be happy and cooperate.

Fu Siyuan was overjoyed when he heard the words.

He took a deep breath to suppress his excitement, and took out the things he had prepared a long time ago.

Ji Yan watched helplessly as Fu Siyuan took out a stack of yellow paper from his bedroom.

It is about a few millimeters thick, and there are circular symbols drawn on it. He roughly looked at at least 30 of the same patterns.

Ji Yan thought complicatedly, this is also... hard work.

He touched the stack of yellow paper with his fingertips: "What do I need to do?"

Fu Siyuan said softly: "I need a drop of your blood after I draw the spell."

Ji Yan asked: "Where is the blood?"

Fu Siyuan said: "Fingertips."

Ji Yan was even more relaxed, he thought Fu Siyuan wanted something from his heart.

It's easy to prick your finger to get a drop of blood.

Ji Yan said, "Draw it."

Fu Siyuan responded, then pricked his fingers with a needle, touched the yellow paper between his fingers, and began to draw some patterns.

After seeing those red marks, Ji Yan frowned indiscernibly.

Fu Siyuan has practiced many times before, and the movements of his hands are extremely smooth, and a pattern can be completed in a few breaths.

He withdrew his hand and said to Ji Yan: "After these charms glow, you will bleed your own blood."

Ji Yan's eyes fell on the yellow paper that Fu Siyuan had drawn, and then looked at his lover in front of him.

His eyes are focused.

His tone is gentle.

He has a handsome face.

His brain is really not working!

Do you think that if you draw a circle on the yellow paper, the yellow paper will automatically glow? !

It's impossible even with blood!

Can you wake up a little bit? !

If Ji Yan's inner complaints could be turned into bullet screens, Fu Siyuan would probably be drowned by now.

But unfortunately, no.

So Fu Siyuan looked at the yellow paper expectantly.

A few seconds passed and nothing happened.

30 seconds passed and still nothing happened.

One minute passed, and a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, and the yellow paper with Fu Siyuan's infinite expectation trembled, Fu Siyuan's eyes lit up, and he even held his breath.

The yellow paper trembled lightly in the eyes of the two, and then was blown to the ground by the wind.

It was light and fluttering, like a feather falling to the ground, without even splashing a dust.

Ji Yan couldn't bear to look at Fu Siyuan's expression.

He leaned over to pick up the thin paper that fell on the ground, and said softly, "Do I still need to bleed?"

Fu Siyuan shook his head slowly and slowly.

He was like a puppet whose strings had been removed, his movements were slow and stiff, he didn't know how badly he had been hit, he lost all energy, his head was downcast and depressed.

Ji Yan felt distressed and amused at the same time, he felt uncomfortable seeing Fu Siyuan's baffled look, but he couldn't help but curl his lips.

He pressed the corners of his upturned lips with his fingers, and said slowly: "Actually, we have a contract."

Fu Siyuan was suspicious: "Where?"

The original body should not have such spells.

Ji Yan said, "I'll get it for you."

He went to the room and found the marriage certificate of the two, opened the red book, pointed at the stamped stamp and said seriously: "This is it."

"Having this shows that we are." Ji Yan said in Fu Siyuan's tone, "Tao couple."

Fu Siyuan touched the seal, his fingertips felt uneven.

Spiritual power is too scarce in this world, he can't step through the void, he can't even sign a Taoist partner with this person.

He looked down at the contract (marriage certificate) in this world, and looked at the smiling faces of the two people in the photo, his eyes darkened.

"Can this contract be terminated?"

Ji Yan: "Okay." The divorce is considered to be dissolved.

Fu Siyuan looked at the photos of Yuanshen and Ji Yan, and slowly raised his lips.

Since he can't sign a contract with Ji Yan in the cultivation world, then this is not bad.

Fu Siyuan thought to himself, he had to find a way to get Ji Yan to terminate the contract.

The author has something to say:

Fu: I have to find a way to get a divorce.