Fu Qi's tone was as cold as ever, and the bottom of his raised pupils was dark and deep, shining with an indescribable light.

Jiang Shen rubbed his exposed elbows, and inexplicably felt a cold flutter quietly brushing over, "Brother Qi, what you said, you can't support her for a lifetime." ”

"Who's going to raise her?"

Fu Qi's eyelashes blinked slightly, his thin lips hooked, and he sneered.

This little guy is a little rich woman now, and he has to start with a million in savings.

Across a door, Ji Jiu was lying there like a thief, with his ears against the wooden door, listening to the corner of the wall silently.

“……”

Ji Jiujiu's face was tense, and his expression was very serious, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this behavior.

The little rabbit ears that haven't come out for a long time are unbridled and tentative, and there is a translucent light on the tips of the snow-white fluff.

Almost her whole body was attached to the light-colored wooden door, and the ink-colored clean hair was spread out behind herself, and the little girl pursed the corners of her lips, just in time to hear Fu Qi's words, "She doesn't look down on mortals." ”

……

That's right.

She is an immortal, and if nothing else, she has at least tens of thousands of years to live, but mortals only have a few decades of life, and for her, people are really too fragile.

But this time, Fu Qi is also a mortal.

Even if he has the primordial god of Fengqi living in his body, Fu Qi is always a mortal.

He will be old, he will be in pain, he will be afraid, and maybe even if he is not paying attention, his whole person will be gone.

When Fu Qi was full of gray hair, she looked like a teenage girl in the earthly world.

When Fu Qi was about to die, she was still like this.

The world says that people and ghosts have different paths, but mortals and immortals are not.

Ji Jiu chirped the fluffy rabbit ears on the top of his head, and drooped a little listlessly.

She is only 3,000 years old, and she has not yet experienced a love tribulation, but she knows that the love tribulation is something that a god must experience, and this is their fate.

However, this number of lives, can it be interfered with at will, and whether the number of lives will be affected by some sudden factors.

Then she doesn't know very well.

After all, she's just one, she's just pure, and she hasn't experienced a love catastrophe yet-

Little bunny.

Ji Jiu looked up at the sky sadly at a 45° angle.

*

When Jiang Shen left happily with his brother Meng, it was already dark.

Although he was the happiest one shouting "housewarming banquet", he still felt sorry for his brother in the end.

In Jiang Shen's eyes, he Qi Brother couldn't afford to rent such a good house at all.

So a small group of people had a very simple dinner at home and drank a little wine by the way.

Ji Jiu licked the corners of his lips and kindly reminded him, "Drinking hurts your kidneys." ”

The crimson pale lips opened slightly.

Facing Fu Qi's lazy ink pupils with a slight smile and drunkenness, she suddenly blinked, sat upright, and behaved.

The young man's posture was casual and casual, his slender forearms were on the cold edge of the back of the chair, and the wide sweatshirt hugged the young man's figure.

But he was smiling again.

A few people ate for a long time, and at about eight o'clock in the evening, they realized that they were leaving.

Jiang Shen was in a daze, he didn't know what his mind was thinking, and before he reached the door, he sat on the ground like a child, and his long arms clamped Fu Qi's waist, crying with a handful of snot and tears:

"Woo woo pray brother ......"

"You only have one kidney, woo woo woo ......"

"You can't do it in the future, if you can't enjoy the joy of family, then how lonely you are......"

Fu Qi: "......" What is this bastard forcing forge.

He twisted his wrist indifferently.

Ji Jiujiu has always been very well-behaved, sitting there, holding a cup of hot milk he gave her, grabbing the clean cup wall with two small hands, sitting on the sofa, the white and tender calves are swaying, lowering his head melon, and drinking in small sips.

…… It's kind of pathetic.

Fu Qi made up for it, and felt that it was probably like -

Wine ** friendly and well-behaved and sensible little daughter.

Realizing what he was thinking again, Fu Qi's expression sank suddenly: "......"

What the fuck is this bullshit idea.

*

The community is quite large, and Jiang Shen was carried by a few brothers who were not so drunk, and followed Fu Qi in a daze.

"Wait for me."

The little girl wants to go downstairs to breathe, but she hasn't been here much, and she is not familiar with life, and she is afraid that she will lose it.

Fu Qi naturally stretched out his hand to her, the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes was rarely wiped out by him, the young man slightly sideways, pursed his lips, and his voice was low and lazy:

"Come here, Ji Jiu, follow my brother."

"Oh!"

The little girl responded crisply, her pace quickened, she raised her eyes, and secretly glanced at the other party's drunken hazy eyes, and her little hand was in his palm, blinking.

“……”

The girl's hands were soft, like soft clouds rippling in the blue sky.

No wonder the ancients called it Roujing.

The boy led her like a child, and it was almost the end of August, and the evening wind was still with a blazing temperature, and the wind blew, dust, and branches and leaves swayed.

Fu Qi squinted his eyes slightly, glanced lightly, and inadvertently fell on the other party's obviously stiff expression.

Him: "......"

But strangely, seeing Ji Jiu's obviously unnatural expression, he didn't have the idea of letting go.

The force in his hand tightened a little.

"What are you doing hiding so far away," the young man's voice was low and contained a quiet smile, "I'm afraid that my brother will eat you?" ”

“…… Not really. ”

Ji Jiu avoided his gaze, a little nervous.

Although she was presumptuous and ate a lot of tofu from Fengqi in the heavenly realm, Fengqi's hand was never let by him.

Feng Qi said that hands can only be held by important people.

Under the unknown dim street light, Ji Jiujiu glanced at Fu Qi's side face again, and pursed his lips a little nervously.

A fine layer of sweat soaks out of the palms.

…… If he is the wind prayer.

He shouldn't take the initiative to take her, right?

The little girl sighed silently.

Fu Qi lowered his eyes, "? ”

What does this little guy think about all day long?

*

Fu Qi didn't actually drink much, and his thoughts were very clear, but today he was busy all day, and then there was alcohol in his body, and after sending Jiang Shen and them away, he was directly nested on the sofa.

The young man half-curled up his slender body, his eyes closed, his thick curly eyelashes hanging quietly, and his eyelids were covered to cover his dark and dark pupils.

Ji Jiujiu's fingertips were still held by him and did not let go.

Her eyes were complicated, she took a deep breath, and her delicate and soft voice was very tentative:

Fu Xiaoqi ...... Fu Qi? ”

The girl's fingertips stared at a little light of pale blue, and when she saw that Fu Qi didn't react, her not very easy brain suddenly fell into a tangle.

Although, if Fu Qi woke up and recalled that he had held her hand, would he feel that he was an old brute?

——

The old mother interjected:

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