Burning fire

Zhou Qizun went to the pet store this day to buy a cat litter for Miss Spades.

There is a sofa and a bed at home, Zhou Qizun shouldn't have spent such a waste of money, but that beast of spades is too good, it's a little monster, it's really rare for the aura of the mountain ghost, and at night it would burrow into Zhang Jueming's arms when he had nothing to do, Zhou Qizun every day If you reach out to catch people in the middle of the night, you have to bring a stupid cat.

Too bad.

So he made a special trip to bring a cat litter back, and when he entered the door, he punched Miss Spade in front of her eyes and ordered, "This is your cat litter. If you have a cat litter, don't go to bed."

Zhou Qizun rubbed the cat's head: "A beast must look like a beast."

"I..." The spades girl stared at her light bulb eyes, she just wanted to scratch Zhou Qizun's face.But he was afraid of being punished by Zhang Jueming, so he had to swallow his anger.

"Where is Lord Shangui?" Zhou Qizun asked.

Spade is upset: "He is..."

"Oh, it's upstairs. I can feel it, you can shut up now." Zhou Qizun smiled.

Girl of Spades: "..."

Ever since the ghost fire was added to the Lingtai and he relied on Zhang Jueming's aura to survive, Zhou Qizun could always sense where Zhang Jueming was.

Although he has become Zhang Jueming's vassal completely, which is not much better than a parasite, to put it disgustingly, but he is still a little happy.

This feeling is very subtle - there is an extra hook between the two of them, so that he is no longer afraid that Zhang Jueming will leave him without faith, and Zhang Jueming will also have an unspeakable sense of security.

Miss Spades was so angry that she gnawed on the cat's litter, Zhou Qizun turned and went upstairs, and found Zhang Jueming in the room.

Zhang Jueming held a pair of scissors in his hand, facing the mirror, gesturing to cut his hair.

Zhou Qizun blinked, and walked behind Zhang Jueming: "Do you want to cut your hair?"

"..." Zhang Jueming looked back at Zhou Qizun helplessly, "Didn't you promise me to cut it last night?"

"Bai Yuxing came yesterday, and you lied to him that I went to my hometown and haven't come back... you can't keep lying to me, can you?" Zhang Jueming raised his long hair with his hands, "How can I have such long hair? Meet someone?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Qizun felt a little pity, he put his hand in Zhang Jueming's hair and grabbed it, "But it's very beautiful."

Zhou Qizun actually doesn't like men with long hair, and always thinks they are sissy, but Zhang Jueming is different.

Especially Zhang Jueming's waterfall-like black hair, hanging down his waist, made his face extraordinarily fair and delicate.It's like the fairy in the painting who came out of the painting in ancient times.

These few days Zhou Qizun likes to comb his hair...Of course, before killing Zhou Qizun, he would never have thought that he would have such a hobby.

Quitting smoking for his daughter-in-law, combing his daughter-in-law's hair, coaxing people with sweet words... Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue just thinking about it.Sure enough, one should not be too presumptuous or too arbitrary, otherwise, the face will be slapped with a slap, and one side will be slapped, and the other side will be able to smile sweetly.

"But I have to go out all the time, and I can't stay in the attic all the time." Zhang Jueming glanced at Zhou Qizun.

"Just stay there, Jinwu Zangjiao." Zhou Qizun grinned, "Anyway, she is a little beauty."

"..." Zhang Jueming blushed, "Can you be a little serious?"

Zhou Qizun curled his lips, pinching Zhang Jueming's long hair like an old rascal.

"..." Zhang Jueming had no choice but to say, "If you like it, I will change it to you later..."

"Huh?" Zhou Qizun was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I'm teasing you. You're so good."

"Okay, let's cut it." Zhou Qizun kissed Zhang Jueming on the face, "You look good no matter what."

Zhang Jueming opened his mouth and his neck was red, and pushed Zhou Qizun, a stinky rascal, out of the room.

Zhou Qizun was pushed out of the door by Zhang Jueming, and he walked downstairs staggeringly, and saw that the spade girl had fallen asleep lying on her back in the new cat bed.

Zhou Qizun stretched his waist, pushed open the door, and stood at the door to bask in the sun.

Just after showering for a while, there was a thumping cry in my ear.Zhou Qizun frowned, turned his head and saw that it was Duan Ziyang from upstairs who ran down.

"Let's go! Play your temper! Don't come back if you have the guts!" Duan Ziyang's mother shouted at the entrance of the corridor, turned her head and left after shouting.

Zhou Qizun's gaze was fixed on Duan Ziyang's neck, and he squinted his eyes to look carefully. This time, he saw a golden scale on Duan Ziyang's neck.

"The crescent-shaped one is Nilin." Zhang Jueming had finished cutting his hair, and came to Zhou Qizun's side, "The golden dragon fell into a devil and did a lot of evil. He hates mortals, hates the world, and doesn't believe in human emotions. In the end, his Nilin is still The golden one is protecting the life of a young man."

"It's ironic." Zhang Jueming lowered his eyelashes, his expression was clearly thinking about something.

"Are you sad?" Zhou Qizun took Zhang Jueming's hand and asked.

Zhang Jueming shook his head: "Guo Chonghui deserved what he deserved. He harmed so many people. It's just..."

Zhang Jueming: "I was thinking, Guo Chonghui and I..."

"It's not like." Zhou Qizun said immediately, "There is no comparison."

"As for you, you just like to think wildly." Zhou Qizun gently pinched Zhang Jueming's finger, "First of all, I am not Liang Xuan, and secondly, you are ten thousand times better than Guo Chonghui."

"Believe me, you are the kindest and best one." Zhou Qizun smiled.

Yes, there is always injustice in this world, there is always ugliness and indifference, but there is no such thing as righteous rot.Just the source of those passions and courage...

Zhang Jueming looked at Zhou Qizun.

Zhou Qizun could always guess what he was thinking, so he leaned into Zhang Jueming's ear and said, "You have to figure out that it's not just because of me that you are like this. Rather, it's because of you that I am like this." That's why I love you so much."

As soon as his ears warmed up, Zhang Jueming smiled extravagantly.

Duan Ziyang was still sobbing against the wall.

Zhang Jueming sighed: "Aren't you going to coax him?"

Zhou Qizun shook his head: "No need now."

Zhang Jueming looked far away, and saw a one-legged old man on crutches walking across the road.

It's Duan Xierong, Duan Ziyang's grandfather.

The old man was not flexible in one leg, and it took a lot of effort to hobble over.Zhang Jueming wanted to go over to help, but Zhou Qizun grabbed him: "He doesn't like being supported by others."

Seeing Duan Xierong walk up to Duan Ziyang, Zhang Jueming took out a handful of colorful candies from his left pocket and two small car models from his right pocket.

Duan Ziyang suddenly burst into laughter: "Grandpa, I'm already 14 years old, I don't play these anymore."

"What's wrong with being 14?" Duan Xierong glared at him, "You're still crying at 14."

"I don't." Duan Ziyang wiped away tears immediately.

"If I told you to go, you really wouldn't come in! Take your grandfather home with you!" A woman's shout came from the corridor, and the voice sounded a little crying.

Duan Ziyang and Duan Xierong looked at each other, and the grandfather and grandson walked home side by side.

This world is muddled and messed up.Who can tell how good it is and how bad it is.Just remember that it can always pass when it is dark, and please wait when it is cloudy, because the sun, its original appearance is big and warm.

"You can go to the barber shop to get it done later." When the grandfather and grandson walked slowly into the doorway, Zhou Qizun took a closer look at Zhang Jueming's hair.

He clicked his tongue: "Your skills..."

Zhou Qizun: "It seems that this small shop of ours can never be a barber shop anymore, it will definitely close down."

Zhang Jueming: "..."

"Then why don't you accompany me later?" Zhang Jueming said.

"Okay. Just tonight. We'll go out to dinner and get our hair done. What would you like to eat?"

"I'll listen to you."

"Then hot pot."

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