Chapter 182

In this strange world, Hongjun wandered around alone for a day, visiting the nearby Taoist temples and Buddhist temples, and when he wanted to step out of this realm, he was rebounded by the dream world, and his steps were limited in place.

He lowered his eyes to the concrete road on the ground, and suddenly a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

The vast world of the flood is incomparable, the mountains are all over the wilderness, and the mountains, rivers and land draw a map of the mountains and rivers, which is enough to rank the grade of the innate spiritual treasure. Not only that, but there is also an endless sea around the desolation, and there is even a secret place such as returning to the ruins at the bottom of the sea.

But this dream world—

The little one is pitiful.

The lights are bustling, the tall buildings are lined up, the roads are full of driving tools, and you can see things flying in the sky. But the owner of this dream has never stepped out a few times in his life, and his impression of other places remains vague.

Such a "concept" naturally cannot construct a complete dream, it is no problem to deceive Zhun Ti, and when you meet someone like Hongjun, you can see through the problem at a glance.

In Rahu's previous life, his body was really weak.

Hongjun thought of the young man's pale face and the lingering smell of medicine in the room, and his calm heart suddenly moved.

Named distressed.

He had seen Rahu's flamboyant posture to the point of madness, but he never thought that at some point, Rahu would stay in a cramped room, drinking bitter medicine, and looking at the scenery of the world from a small window.

The more you suppress yourself, the more you want to be free.

Hongjun walked back, purple clothes were dusty, and they were incompatible with the flashy city. He walked in the midst of the crowd, but no one looked at him, and a path was split in the middle of the road for him to pass, as if everyone was respectfully avoiding the saint.

The pedestrians present did not feel this way, and continued to walk on the trajectory of their lives, only the "camera" that was out of the cognition of the immortals recorded this scene.

For a while, several people were stunned in some monitoring rooms.

Hongjun had no strong sense of his own existence, and after using a blinding method to avoid unnecessary gaze, he walked to the tall building where Rahu was.

The green environment under the high-rise building is very good, the small bridge and flowing water, full of antiquity, wash away the hustle and bustle of the city, and it is one of the most high-end residential areas in the whole city. However, these can't get into Hongjun's eyes at all, and in his heart, the best place is only Zixiao Palace.

Not one of them!

It was the dojo that he and Rahu had jointly built, and it took tens of thousands of years to set up.

The footsteps paused, and the Hongjun was free.

"I said I had to think about it calmly, but I always thought of those things—" He looked up at the first floor of the tall building, where Rahu was, "Rahu's time with me is at most a part of the years I have experienced, but it is this part that makes other memories less important. ”

With Rahu there, that's the most vivid color.

The red-clothed and black-haired Chaos Demon God snatched his sight as soon as he appeared, smiling wantonly and passionately, as if he didn't care about anything else.

Hongjun found that he was very decisive back then, and he took a fancy to Luo Hu and became a Taoist couple, avoiding the risk of being pried into the corner of the wall by Chaos Qinglian afterwards. Between him and Rahu, no third party is allowed, and there will be no more things similar to Chaos Qinglian and Pangu.

Lotus is just a small thorn.

Hongjun thought about it like this, and he didn't mind it a lot, so he was ready to fly up.

As soon as he moved like this, a glass of water poured from the window in the next second.

Hongjun avoided it dangerously, and then looked up, and found that there was an extra figure at the window, and the other party said sadly: "Take the stairs for me." ”

Hongjun glanced at the door at the entrance of the building, and moved there silently.

Forget it, fulfill this dream of Rahu.

Faced with the metal door that needed to be unlocked by the password, Hongjun did not press the idea of the password, and passed through the door without blinking his eyelids.

"Help—it's haunted!"

In the security room, the middle-aged man who was checking the monitoring at his post knocked over the cup and ran out in a panic, which confused the people next to him.

This dream world is infinitely close to reality, so that when Rahu crossed his legs in the living room, waiting for Hongjun to climb the stairs slowly, the landline at his home rang first.

"Answer the phone!"

In the kitchen, the mother, who was busy cooking, shouted.

Rahu pursed his lips, picked up the phone, and lazily "heed".

Then his expression became strange, and he asked about the owner of the community? And insinuating whether it is haunted? He vaguely ended the conversation, and as soon as the phone hung up, he walked in the direction of the door, grabbed the handle and twisted the door open.

Outside the door, it was Hongjun who had just arrived.

Dressed in an ancient robe that is unearthly among the immortals, his white hair is tied into a crown, his face is like a beautiful jade, and he is handsome. If you don't care about the scene of discord at this time, the other party is like an immortal who walked out of the theater of a certain Xianxia movie.

Rahu curled his lips, "Yo, I actually know how to arrive ten minutes early." ”

Hongjun looked behind him, "Won't you let me in?" ”

Rahu, who was blocking the door, heard the sound of his father's door opening, and immediately closed the door of the living room with his backhand.

Under the cover of the door, Rahu said quickly: "Change your dress, dye your long hair black, and make it shorter, and your clothes will be similar to mine, and don't wear such anachronistic robes, your dress will frighten them." ”

Hongjun used a spell to change at his urging.

What appeared in front of Luo Hu's eyes again was a young man with short black hair, the divine light in his eyes was restrained, his skin was fair but not excessive, and the overall maintenance was at the level of "mortal".

Luo Hu looked up and down, "Conjure up a bag of fruit for me in your hand, as well as health products, my dad likes to drink tea the most, you can get a jar of good tea." ”

Hongjun: "......"

Under the command of Rahu, Hongjun's empty hands had more things, and two bags of different things were carried by his side, which made him more vulgar.

Finally, Rahu smiled with satisfaction: "Come in." ”

Hongjun's heart suddenly burst out, and he felt that the front was a bit like a tiger's den in Longtan.

However, he was not even afraid of the ancestral dragon, how could he be afraid of mere mortals. Hongjun followed Luo Hu into the living room, and as soon as they appeared, Luo's father, who came out of the study, looked at the two with a smile. The elegant and easy-going temperament is different from Rahu, but the smile of the middle-aged man is definitely the same as that of his son.

"Guests?" He asked Rahu.

Rahu said slowly: "It's not a guest, it's my man." ”

Father Luo's expression froze slightly.

Hongjun instantly relieved his heart.

In this place, the only thing that needs to be paid attention to is Rahu.

Then when the time for the meal came, Rahu's mother came out of the kitchen, wiped her apron with her fingers, and her face was kind, and she couldn't find the sharpness of her work at all.

When the "family" is seated at the dinner table, the time for the real test comes.

Hongjun looked at the rice bowl in front of him expressionlessly.

It's piled up on top.

White rice, Dongpo meat, juicy, fat meat shimmering with white flowers. After Rahu finished the food for him, he gently lifted him under the table.

Hongjun looked at him, only to see Luo Hu silently open his mouth and say, "Smile." ”

Laugh?

He didn't really want to push himself.

Under the gaze of Rahu's parents, Hongjun frowned slightly, and the chopsticks were not picked up for a long time. Then the hand he put on his thigh was held, and Rahu was light on the surface, his fingers grasped him tightly, and his palms were slightly overflowing with sweat, proving his seriousness.

The divine thoughts communicated at a rapid pace, and Rahu tried to persuade him.

[Meaning: Take a bite.] 】

【I don't want to eat it.】 】

[Here is my dream, I promise that the taste has been adjusted, it is the taste of the elixir.] 】

【……】

Under Rahu's repeated assurances, Hongjun reluctantly picked up the meat with chopsticks.

This kind of thing - I'm afraid only the Witch Clan likes it.

After passing the first hurdle, Rahu did not interfere with his preferences anymore, explaining to his parents: "He likes to eat fasting, so he ate a little bit before he came. ”

Father Luo smiled: "I don't know his name yet, don't you introduce it?" ”

Luo Hu sat precariously, "His name is Hongjun, his gender is male, he loves me, his age is negligible, he is only older than me, he is currently unemployed, and he has not been assigned a formal job-" Finally, he added reluctantly: "The future is broad, and he is favored by the behind-the-scenes boss of a large company." ”

Hongjun almost choked.

In your mouth, is Heavenly Dao such an image?

When Luo's mother heard that his family was not bad, she immediately became worried, "Then his parents ......"

Luo Hu said casually: "Both parents are dead, and there is a car and a house. ”

The car is Kowloon agarwood.

The house is Zixiao Palace, and he has half of the property rights.

Looking at the stunned two, as well as Luo Hu, who was open-mouthed, Hongjun didn't know what expression to use. So he calmly continued to eat with chopsticks, as if he was tasting the taste of different kinds of pills, in order to dispel the embarrassment of the room.

The atmosphere behind was tried by Luo's mother to save it, "In that case, son, what happened to the child you talked about before?" ”

Luo Hu poured himself a bowl of soup without raising his head, "My son has not yet been born, and he will be thrown to bring it to him in the future." ”

His words immediately erected the image of a scumbag for him.

Rahu's parents looked at each other.

After reacting, the middle-aged man immediately slapped the table, "No! ”

After Rahu looked up, he changed his stern tone and became compromised, "Take it home, we will take your children after we retire." ”

The palm of his hand patted Luo's father gently, and Luohu's mother said gently: "You two are still young, the road ahead is not easy, while we still have a little energy, we will solve some troubles for you, believe us, we are all from the past, and we know that it is not easy to take care of children." ”

Rahu smiled so brightly that his eyes lit up, like a spark igniting the ice field and tearing apart the feelings that had been frozen in it for countless years.

This dream-

He could probably sleep laughing until he woke up.

"Okay."

After hearing his response, Hongjun looked at him with some disapproval in his eyes.

[Rahu, this is a dream. 】

[I know. 】

[Words are cause and effect, you should not promise what you can't do.] 】

[But I'd love to-]

Rahu's spirit was bright, and while talking to his parents, he mischievously added a lot of dishes to the Hongjun bowl. Hongjun couldn't find a chance to talk to him, so he could only bow his head to eat these things, and when the dish was put in his mouth, he suddenly found that the taste was no longer an elixir!

A smell of vegetables mixed with acquired turbidity spreads in the mouth.

Hongjun's chopsticks trembled.

Rahu, believe it or not, next time you will add Coptis chinensis to your pill!

After a lunch, Rahu's parents had a general understanding of Hongjun's situation, and when they looked closely, they found that the more they looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye, and it was difficult to find fault with it.

Luo Hu knew that although Hongjun had not preached, he already carried the breath of the Heavenly Dao on his body, and there were traces of the Heavenly Dao, and it was easy for mortals to let down their guard when they saw it.

Who can guard against the way of heaven?

In the face of Hongjun, his parents could only put their minds at ease, entrust him to this young man they met for the first time, and consider future arrangements for Hongjun.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks and looked at Hongjun who had accompanied him to lunch with a smile.

There were faint tears in his eyes.

Hongjun held him with his backhand.

At the same time, Luo's mother in the living room had already gone to the kitchen with tableware, and the middle-aged man sitting opposite them smiled with relief when he saw their actions.

"Hongjun, my son has always been more willful, can you take care of him?"

The world of dreams shook slightly, and the sounds were blurred.

The day of the flood is coming—

"Yes."

Hongjun didn't think so much about it, and calmly spit out the word.

There are some things, no matter how rational thinking is, it is useless, only when you really encounter it, you will find that your reason will be affected, your calmness will be broken, and everything will follow your heart.

He wanted to continue walking with Rahu.

To this end, he is willing to accept this dream overture, and repair the trust that has broken between them.

The frail young man in the dream lowered his head slightly, his appearance faded, and the blood-like red clothes were draped over his body again, as if to find the taste of loneliness for him.

When he woke up again, Rahu was still Rahu.

The dream disappears.

In the Sumeru Palace, Hongjun walked to the side of the bed and pulled open the curtain of the bed to let the sunlight outside the window shine in. On the bed, the red-clothed beauty he had raised with all his heart buried her head in the futon, and didn't look up at him regardless of whether her stomach was suitable or not.

Hongjun thought about his mood and said, "If you want to cry, cry." ”

In an instant, he got a resounding word "roll".

Very good –

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