"Here we are." Mo Qiang glanced at Ling Chen in the midst of the fireworks, "You guys get along very well?" In the eyes of Mo Qiang, Yang Jian's can't get along with Ling Chen, and it can be said that he doesn't match Ling Chen.

"It's good." Ling Chen took the initiative to take the shovel from Mo Qiang's hand, "If you fry it again, it will be mushy." After turning it back and forth a few times, it was put up and placed on the edge of the pot, "You go and add firewood." ”

It seems that he has returned to his youth in an instant, a stir-fry, and a squatting stove. Ling Chen has always consciously assumed the position of cooking, Nuoqiang stir-fry is either old or mushy, and it is difficult to swallow at all, but adding firewood can be just right.

So when the two cooperated, Nuoqiang obediently went to be the one who lit the fire, and never needed to be said.

"Alas," the demon qiang let out a long sigh.

When he poured shredded meat into the pot in the early morning, he glanced at him, "Something?" "I have known Nuoqiang for a long time to maintain human beings, and I have thoroughly touched the human nature, and at first I recovered the demonic Nuoqiang, and I was not sure that he could understand the dawn of the morning, but today it seems that he is still the Nuoqiang he knows, and the stove and sigh are still the young people in his memory, young and windy.

"I remembered our previous time, and suddenly sighed, I envied us at that time, I was not annoyed or annoyed, but now everything is different." Demon Qiang tilted his head, a sad and yearning expression.

"Longing for yearning, add firewood to be leisurely, there are too many, I'm about to be smoked to death by your smoke." Chen Chen pinched his nose and choked and sneezed again and again, Mo Qiang immediately withdrew his hand when he heard it, and looked at the Xinghong stove dumbfounded, the shredded meat did not take long to stir-fry, but there were signs of paste, Ling Chen didn't care about being choked to death, and scooped up the poor shredded meat from the pot with his hands.

"I didn't say you, your heart is so hard that you can't concentrate, look, you can't eat." The meat is baked over a high fire, and the surface is black. "I made the same mistakes before, and I can't change them now, and I haven't cooked for many years, so why bother again."

"I didn't do it all by setting up a banquet for you, so I showed my hands anyway to show my heart." In the world, Ling Chen is his most cherished friend, they relied on each other for such a difficult time, and later because he killed Ling Feng, the relationship between the two deteriorated for a while, and they couldn't change the position that Ling Chen occupied in his heart, so he wanted to kill him in the early morning, and he had no regrets.

Although the Demon Qiang is not expected to really do anything to him in the early morning.

"None of the dishes you cook can be eaten except for this tomato scrambled egg, forget it, don't poison me." The disgusted "Bah, Bah, Bah" in the early morning changed, "If you really want to express your heart, why don't you send me a few more boxes of skin cream, it's very easy to use." ”

"I've got a lot of this stuff." Mo Qiang slapped his palm on Ling Chen's shoulder, heroic, "But you're using it on someone, and he can let you use my things?" Mo Qiang was faintly worried in his heart, I don't know why Yang Jian was very hostile to him, how could he see how unhappy he was, except for Yang Can's incident, he didn't offend him in anything else?

But Yang Can rescued him, and he also paid a brother to him, why is he still unfriendly to him?

Could it be that he is really that unlikable? The demon fox touched his nose suspiciously, shrinking slightly. This doesn't necessarily require Yang Jian to like him, but he doesn't want Nezha and Ling Chen to be embarrassed.

Especially in the early morning, until now Mo Qiang was unwilling to lose such a good brother. Ling Chen's position in his heart is the same as that of the Magic Night, but it is different, no matter when, he can not trust others, but he will resolutely trust Ling Chen.

This kind of affection is what the world calls family affection.

"It's okay to have good things, and which one is going to do it." Ling Chen's deliberate misinterpretation of Demon Qiang's words, some things will be buried forever over time, Demon Qiang doesn't have to know, and now that he has Yang Jian, he no longer has other thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Demon Qiang nodded in agreement, with a touch of his fingertips, a gust of wind blew out the stove, got up and patted Mo Qiang's shoulder, "Okay, let's go to the front of the palace to eat." Farewell today, I don't know when we will see each other again. ”

"You?" Ling Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, "You know? ”

"I'm a dignified protector of the Demon Realm, can I not know anything? With his feet, you can imagine that he coerced and lured you to leave the demon world with him. I really don't understand, why does he regard me as an enemy, if he says that he cares about Yang Can's matter, don't I make up for it? Mo Qiang said a few words in the first few words, but then he purely complained, hooked the corners of his lips and said gently, "That's what I said, but he is the one who lives with you after all, care about him more in everything, think about it from his point of view." He can give so much for you, and I am relieved to hand you over to him. ”

Yang Jian's heart once had an insurmountable high wall, and Mo Qiang was very optimistic about being with him in the early morning, and always felt that in this relationship, once he was invested, the last person who was sad and lost must be Mo Qiang. Yang Can's death was caused by him, and Yang Jian's madness was born, how could such a person really like the early hours of the morning, but there was only a flash in the pan, and he disappeared suddenly.

From the perspective of protecting the short, Mo Qiang kept warning Yang Jian to stay away from Ling Chen, and even arranged some things that should not be said in order to prevent Yang Jian from possibly going to find Ling Chen, could it be because of the fiber car that he would hate himself?

"Hey, what, do you still have a connection with the car?" Demon Qiang came to his senses, slapped his palm on the head, and used some force, "I forgot, I have been matching you with Xianche before, no wonder he hates me." "If I knew that the two of them would be reconciled, I wouldn't have rushed to be a bad guy like a dead person.

Ling Chen walked in front with two plates of black whirring vegetables, and Mo Qiang followed leisurely with his empty hands, thinking of the glorious history for a while, he couldn't help but slap his head, and the loud voice of Ling Chen turned back in surprise, and the red marks were imprinted on his forehead.

"Self-abuse addiction, this is?" Ling Chen stuffed the plate to Mo Qiang, and rubbed the tender skin without scruples, "I said you, you're not young, why can't you always get along with yourself." "In the past years, Ling Chen and Nuo Qiang were the ones who took care of each other, and Mo Qiang rarely cared about others, squatting in his own world every day, blindly accepting Ling Chen's relationship, not knowing it, which led to a habit under the formation of a long-term pattern.

The two of them don't know it in this mode, but some people will be tasted, who let them cheekily do ambiguous movements there at the gate of the Demon Temple.

Nezha slipped around the garden, and walked to the Demon Temple, on the way, he saw a beautiful red rose picked one casually, pinned it to his waist, and planned to give it to the Demon Qiang, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a big scene of fire, and hurriedly rushed up and pushed away the early morning.

Ling Chen focused on kneading the Demon Qiang, defenseless, fell backwards, and fell into a warm embrace, Yang Jian stared gloomily at Ling Chen, the two looked at each other, and suddenly they were kissed on the lips, and when they didn't come back to their senses, the warm mouth was captured by the soft spirit tongue, and when Ling Chen fell into a daze, Yang Jian let him go, stuck to his earlobe, and whispered in a voice that could only two people, "If there is a next time, don't blame me for doing something out of the ordinary in public." "I said that my feelings for Moqiang were very simple, and I was able to make such intimate movements in front of him, and I really lacked a lesson, when he died!

What is the taste of vinegar turning over the river and the sea, Yang Jian can finally experience this feeling of being sour, and his hatred for Demon Qiang has deepened again.

I don't really have much time to get along, and I didn't expect Yang Jian's exclusivity to be so strong in the early morning, so I couldn't help but be surprised, and I could only coax in the case of fried hair, "That's even, I'm just subconsciously moving." The explanation was pale and weak, and Nezha glanced at Ling Chen fiercely, as if he had done something hateful.

"I warn you, don't have a next time, I can only touch the Demon Qiang." Nezha hugged Moqiang's waist tightly, for fear of being robbed, "I'll chop off your claws next time." ”

Demon Qiang is in the clouds and mist, full of meat and vegetables, and the picture is obviously harmonious, how can it suddenly be tense, Nezha is too shocked, right? "It's not early, let's take a seat quickly, don't make people wait long." Competing with Nezha is definitely the stupidest behavior, and it is not as simple as directly ending the topic.

Nezha muttered red lips, as if arguing something, and Mo Qiang glanced at him with a pair of warning eyes and swallowed sullenly. Yang Jian was more straightforward, pulled the morning and sat down without saying a word, and placed people between him and Mo Han.

The action just now in the early morning left a deep shadow on Yang Jian, and before he had time to talk after the meal, he was dragged away by the arm. "Skin cream" turned around in the early morning, thinking about the baby, and looked at the demon Qiang longingly.

"I have a lot of this plaster, and I don't need him." Yang Jian took Ling Chen's hand and left the Demon Realm without compromise, and was finally able to get rid of the shadow of the Demon Qiang, and unconsciously a faint smile overflowed from his mouth.

Ling Chen was keenly aware of the changes in Yang Jian's mood, and followed behind Yang Jian like a little guy, alas, did he really care so much about the existence of Demon Qiang?

So far, he has been burned, and the first time Mo Han proposed to the magic night to open the game, it has been a long time since the last time he played mahjong.

Demon Han this person is the most tired of gambling, last time at the beginning of the luck was very good, many times self-draw won a lot of money, and then the magic stone inexplicably rose, lost many times in a row, and each time lost very miserable, after that, the demon world has a gambling game, Mo Han only watch the cards, never on the table.

This time he can take the initiative to propose, proving how strong the desire to survive is, he has seen Nezha making trouble, and he will never give up without turning the world upside down. The magic night ordered people to withdraw the banquet table, and the good buddy put his arm around the shoulder of the magic stone and shook it to start, "Let's go, I haven't played for a long time, my hands are itchy, this time we don't play mahjong, but play cards instead, and by the way, I will show you a rare card skill." ”

In the 21st century, Shen Ye, as the young master of the Shen family, in addition to liking to watch all kinds of dog blood, likes to watch movies, especially the God of Gamblers series, and is particularly keen on the shuffling skills of the God of Gamblers Chow Yun-fat, and he has also practiced secretly, but it is a pity that he has not grown up after studying for so many years.