Abandoned son to become god

Looking at the cold Zong Heng in front of him, Shen Qi began to talk nonsense seriously: "To be honest, I feel that there is a spooky atmosphere outside today, and I am afraid that Master will be afraid, so I came to recommend the pillow mat. I don't know if Master may move. Give me a little corner?"

Zong Heng stood upright like snow, his voice was low, his eyes were cold and he said: "Nonsense!"

"Master!" Shen Qi rushed forward and hugged Zong Heng's thigh, and said with a mournful face: "I have a heart of innocence, and I'm afraid that those ghosts will take advantage of Master, so I can't leave Master today anyway!" "

Zong Heng's eyebrows twitched a few times, and he reached out to pick up Shen Qi.

Shen Qi had sharp eyes and quick hands, he grabbed Zong Heng's belt tightly, as long as the master picked him up, he would grab the master's belt.

Zong Heng has never seen such a rogue method. He is the most courteous person in Yizun Pavilion. Now that he meets Shen Qi and breaks the bottom line again and again, he is even more passive now.

He tried to reason with Shen Qi, "Master is father, children in this world never sleep with their father."

Shen Qi said forcefully: "Then I will be No. 1 in ancient and modern times."

"As a teacher, you still need to practice."

"I promise to keep my breath quiet."

Zong Heng was speechless, and looked at Shen Qi with cold eyes.

Shen Qi was completely unafraid of the sight of the freezing man, he rubbed Zong Heng flatteringly, and said: "Master, it's late at night and the dew is heavy, can we go to bed?"

Zong Heng pursed his lips and stared at Shen Qi's ingratiating smile, and was defeated again.

Shen Qi followed Zong Heng, and came to the three-meter-high Babu bed, climbed up with both hands and feet, bent down and dragged the quilt on the ground slowly and earnestly, trying to keep every inch close to the ground.

Zong Heng endured the blue-veined thugs, and it was rare that he could not maintain a calm expression. He took the quilt neatly placed on the edge of the wall, covered Shen Qi's head, and said, "Use this."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Shen Qi kicked his feet aside after rubbing them clean on the quilt, and covered Zong Heng's quilt obediently, and lay down on the inside of the bed.

Only then did Zong Heng practice cross-legged and adjust his breath.

After a while, his pajamas were tugged lightly.

Then Shen Qi asked in a soft voice: "Master, it's very cold and dewy today, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'm willing to sleep with you."

Zong Heng ignored him.

Shen Qi continued: "Master, you must not be shy. As the saying goes, a master is like a father. Master, you are just sleeping with your son, so what are you afraid of?"

Zong Heng frowned slightly.

Shen Qi persevered and said: "Oh, I am really a caring disciple. In order to help Master not be shy anymore, disciple has decided that from today onwards, I will share the same bed with Master every day."

Zong Heng turned over, looking down at Shen Qi, who was still chattering, with cold eyes.

Shen Qi pulled up the quilt carefully, covered his mouth and revealed a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to talk, with a look of shyness and timidity, he whispered: "Master, are you so happy?!"

Zong Heng's answer was to put the quilt directly on Shen Qi's head, lay down beside him, and scolded in a cold voice: "Shut up!"

Shen Qi immediately lifted off the quilt, arched like a caterpillar like Zong Heng, licked his mouth, and was just about to speak.

Zong Heng was hugged in his arms with sharp eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth with his palm, and said in a deep voice, "Sleep."

Satisfied, Shen Qi adjusted his position, nestled comfortably in Zong Heng's arms, and fell asleep smelling the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.

After a good night's sleep, the tranquility was broken by screams.