But only he knew in his heart that he was not anywhere, so he wandered in the world in fear and helplessness for a hundred years.

"Qingjiang, what are you worried about?" After becoming a lover, this is a sentence that Fa Yanbo often asks him, but Qingjiang always laughs and does not answer, he can't describe this kind of uneasiness after finding a home and being afraid of being taken away. Fa Yanbo doesn't remember what stupid things happened to him when he hooked his soul for the first time, he doesn't remember that he poured aura and blood into a knife, and he can't recognize Qingjiang as the big knife at that time, he only feels that Qingjiang is always very sticky to him and loves him very much, but Qingjiang always has a heavy uneasiness in his eyes, and he won't disappear if he doesn't see him. How panicked he was, how uneasy he was, how obsessed he was with finding a place to belong to, no one knew these things, only Qingjiang knew in his heart. Occasionally, when he looked at the moonlight, he would think of the disdainful and reluctant look that the snow-white ghost had given him that night, and the white makeup she had thrown on him like a charity. He remembered how he had transformed, but he didn't remember the face of the female ghost, the white makeup that Qingjiang had been draped over his body, he wanted to find her, he wanted to find this person who helped him transform with blood and aura. And this is also one of the conditions for the head of time and space to ask him for help, so Qingjiang came to the head of time and space to help fight the war.

No one knew how excited he was when he saw his master, the aura on his master's body was exactly the same as hers, and Qing Jiang was almost sure at first glance that Fa Yanbo was the person he was looking for. After wandering for a hundred years, he finally found a sense of belonging in his master, and Qingjiang was very happy. For him, there really is nothing more important in the world than a home.

Although I don't know what Qingjiang is worried about, Fa Yanbo will still try his best to comfort him, Qingjiang likes to nest in his arms and be coquettish, like him to fill him, he will do it. Nestled in his master's arms and looking at his obviously worried eyes, Qingjiang exhaled slowly, this kind of uneasiness accumulated for hundreds of years is not feasible overnight, but he believes that he will slowly get better after having a home.

A few days after Zhong Xiaomei's farce, Qingjiang was seriously injured, so Zong San, who partnered with Qingjiang, had to go out on a mission alone, one person went to the yang world to hook the soul, and one person should be asked by the yang master to help suppress the evil spirit, Qingjiang couldn't go out, Zong San actually hoped that the master could accompany him to come up and go out on the mission, but each of the four people in the family had their own position, and the master had to stand guard in the Mingjun Hall and couldn't run away, so he had to come up and hook the soul by himself. is used to having a personal partner, and Zong San doesn't want to admit that he is a little lonely.

On this day, he went out as usual, but when he walked to the sun, he found his master waiting for him at Mingdaokou in his worldly clothes.

"Let's go, I haven't hooked my soul for a long time." Fa Yan smiled and took Zong San's hand.

"Master? How do you..."

"Ah Xuan, please let me change tomorrow's shift with him today, and I will rest in the afternoon." smiled and hugged Zong San and kissed him again, Fa Yanbo would not tell him how he threatened and lured his colleagues to change shifts with him. "Lead the way, Zongsan, I'll accompany you on a mission today."

"Okay..."Zong San nodded, took his master's hand with his backhand and led him to the mission location.

The old man on the bed was dying, changed his shroud and waited for them to arrive, Zong San originally wanted to put the old man into the soul detention card, Fa Yan Bo quickly took a step to put the human soul into the yellow talisman, and then folded a few folds and passed it directly back to the Ming Realm.

"Master?" Zong San looked at him puzzled.

"Wait, where you're going, I don't want to bring an extra light bulb." The thin words of the law curled the corners of the lips.

Led Zong San, who had changed into his clothes in the world, to a high-end café, and Fa Yanbo told him that this was a dessert shop opened by the Dryad in the human world, and the cakes here tasted very good. After that, he pointed to the cake in the cupboard and asked him to choose one, and Zong San chose the cream peach mousse cake. I thought that the host just wanted to bring him to eat the cake, but the owner packed the cake, wrapped a bottle of champagne by the way, and then took his hand and walked out of the café.

"Want to take it home and eat it?"

"Hmm."

Heterochromatic eyes blinked, Zong San didn't tell the master that he actually wanted to enjoy the cake alone with him, but meekly let Fa Yanbo take the hand and go. He pursued for more than 500 years before he finally found his wife, even if he was not the only one by his side, as long as he could still stay by his side, he should be satisfied, right? Zong San kept admonishing himself to be content, to be content...

Fa Yanbo took him to a motel, and looked at the heart-shaped big bed in front of him and was puzzled, "Aren't you going back?" ”

"Yes, we'll go back after helping you celebrate your birthday."

"Huh? Birthday..."Zong San suddenly thought of it when the master mentioned it, yes, today seems to be the day he successfully transformed, and it is his birthday that the master said. The previous war had been fought for five years, and he was left outside to live in worry every day, and naturally no one helped him celebrate his birthday for a long time, and even Zong San himself forgot about this day.

Fa Yanbo smiled, put the wine and cake on the bed, took out two goblets from his bosom and poured them with champagne, and then Lazongsan sat down on the bed.

"Happy birthday wife."

Now he finally knew why his master had accompanied him on his mission.

Zong San smiled and took the glass of champagne in his hand and drank it down, a trace of wine slid down to his heart with his graceful chin, Zong San stood up with a smile and lightly untied his shirt. The pink robes, blouses, and single clothes fell to the ground one by one, neither of them spoke, and the slight sound of clothes rubbing against the ground in the air was extremely clear.

The martial army of the Ming realm is the same as the army of the human realm, and when it goes in, it can't come out unless it's on vacation, but after all, the business volume of the Ming realm is relatively small, and it has just finished the war, and the military army basically only needs to do routine work such as patrolling the city, unless there are special circumstances, otherwise you can basically stay in the army for seven days and go home for two days.

Shujumaru had just had a holiday today, and he went back to his room to find a few clothes for the change of season to bring back to the army, and opened the cupboard and dropped a small bag of red flannel at his feet.

Opening the flannel packet, two jade bells tied with red ropes landed on the palm of his hand, and Shuzhumaru smiled.

It wasn't long after they got married, and they were still living in Evergreen Garden with their master and a colleague knife. It may be that they are newly married, and the owner is not a person who can suppress his lust in the first place, and their traces are not only in the master's room, but also all over the whole Honmaru, especially when it is hot.

Tian when the mountain and Xiao Ye are working together to weed, they have to pull the radish after weeding, tonight Zheng Bo said to stew radish pork rib soup, he is chatting with Xiao Ye with a match, Shan Mu Che and Xiao Ye put down the farm tools and walked over suspiciously,

Yama Che blew up her red face, picked up Xiao Ye, who was stunned, took out all her mobility and fled the scene, two nosebleeds silently flowed from the end of her nose, and the person who farmed and planted a state of slander was probably the only one in the world, and Yama was laughed at by his colleagues and wanted to cry.

A similar situation would happen almost once every two or three days in the summer, sometimes Qingjiang, sometimes Zongsan, and almost never seen Shuzhu Pill. Not only Yama Cut, but all the knives of Honmaru have been victimized,