Sitting in the blue seafood-themed restaurant in the Ginza shopping plaza, he remembered that the first time he came to this restaurant, he came with Xue Yan. At that time, I had a card of 200,000 yuan won from Jiangbei Eagle in my pocket, so I dared to walk into the door of the restaurant, and I had to touch the card from time to time to feel sure. Although there is no such pie falling from the sky now, the monthly payment he receives from the underworld every month, as well as the deposit for the repair project given by the ten halls, is already a lot of money. Prison Painting is now a proper rich woman. At this time, when I entered and exited this restaurant, I had no pressure at all, but I had a lot of emotions and thoughts.

Seeing the prison painting staring blankly at the fish tank in the restaurant, Xue Yan ordered a few dishes first, and then stretched out his hand to shake it in front of the prison screen, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ordered." Xue Yan said loudly. Compared with the first time he came here to dine, Xue Yan was also much calmer, and he was no longer looking around like the first time, and the unique temperament that only belonged to Lord Yan invisibly exuded. The two of them sat in the restaurant, doing nothing, but it became the most attractive scenery in the restaurant.

Prison Painting took the menu and saw that the few dishes that Xue Yan had ordered were all her favorite dishes last time, and she didn't see any other dishes she wanted, so she returned the menu again.

"I'll eat what you ordered." She explained.

Xue Yan then ordered a few more snacks and it was over.

The two sat quietly. Xue Yan, who successfully coaxed the prison painting, was in a good mood, putting one hand on the table, and his fingers knocked on the table. Place your other hand on the back of the deck. Prison Painting sat aside, and at first glance it looked like Xue Yan was putting his arm around her shoulders.

Prison Painting suddenly remembered what Hu Cai told her, and asked, "Xue Yan, have you ever heard of killing gods?" ”

"Killing gods? Yes, what's wrong? Xue Yan felt her hair fall to his exposed forearm, slippery and very soft, which made him feel uneasy.

"I've heard he's joined the WTO."

"What?" Xue Yan seemed surprised. "Killing the gods into the world? How could he? ”

Seeing that Xue Yan seemed to know something about killing gods, he asked in the spirit of gossip: "Tell me first, do you have a grudge against the unicorn?" ”

"You know everything about unicorns?" Xue Yan was even more surprised, and immediately sat up straight, and the expression on his face became serious. "There is no enmity between the god of killing and the unicorn, but the god of killing needs the bones of the unicorn to do something. This matter has to start from 5,000 years ago. ”

"The god of killing is the most indifferent god in heaven and earth. He has always been indifferent to the mundane desires of praying for blessings and wealth, but he is very keen on killing. Countless people who lick the blood at the knife point regard it as the protector of the battlefield. But in the past 5,000 years, the god of killing has not bothered to respond to the prayers of the battlefield. The people of the world do not know, and they all think that killing God has ignored the affairs of the world. In fact, the reason why the god of killing is like this is because of a woman. ”

Hearing this, the gossip heart of the prison painting became more active. Look, how else can it be said that it is a red face and a curse? What kind of beauty will kill the gods? She blinked and motioned for Xue Yan to continue.

"Five thousand years ago, the God of Killing found a holy place for cultivation from the wilderness. It is a desert near the Northland, because of the coincidence of the topography and the magnetic field, a different magnetic field has formed. This alien magnetic field was simply unusable for ordinary cultivators. But it's a great place to kill gods. The anomagnetic field also had a certain degree of influence on the local area, and the first supernatural beings in the world appeared. ”

"There's a girl named Ah Fei who is one of these Adepts. Ah Fei was only sixteen years old at the time and suddenly discovered that he could control objects with his voice. This ability made her rejected by her family and people. They bound her and cremated her to God. The idea of cremation to the gods was just the speculation of the locals themselves at that time, and there was no such thing. The god of killing was passing by at the time, and when he heard that they were going to burn a girl to sacrifice to the god, he thought it was funny, so he saved Ah Fei. ”

Ah Fei saw the methods of the God of Killing when he saved her, although he didn't know the true identity of the God of Killing, he also knew that the God of Killing was not an ordinary person. She was abandoned by her relatives, and there was no longer any concern between heaven and earth. After the god of killing saved her, she regarded him as the most important person in life force, followed him, served the god of killing like a maidservant, and took care of him meticulously. ”

"But the god of killing is a god who is high up and despises all beings, where is such care needed? He soon grew tired of Ah Fei's follow, and ordered Ah Fei not to follow him anymore. ”

"And then? Ah Fei won't be grief-stricken and jump off a cliff to commit suicide, right? "Draw it tightly

Guess wildly according to the routines in the vulgar romance drama.

"Hehe, how can it be so exaggerated?" Xue Yan was amused by the words drawn in prison. Ah Fei was very sad, but he didn't give up and insisted on following the killing god. But the God of Killing is the most indifferent god in heaven and earth, and he will not be bored enough to spend time with an admirer, concentrate on local cultivation, and ignore Ah Fei's efforts and dedication again and again. Later......"

"Later, the god of killing came out, Ah Fei was old and dead, and there was only a pile of white bones left, didn't he?"

Xue Yan was amused by the prison painting again, touched her hair and said, "What are you anxious about?" If it's so calm, what's the story? ”

The prison painting was stunned by her action, and her cheeks turned crimson as soon as she "brushed". The interactions between the two at home before can no longer be regarded as ambiguous. If you want to say that you are sure of the relationship, it is even more nonsense. They have been married for 400 years, what relationship do you have to determine? From a macro point of view, this is clearly a matter of course. But prison painting is a person who has never been in love, and she was taken down like this, she is really wronged!

She shrank her head and glared at Xue Yan resentfully. Xue Yan's smile was even hotter, she didn't dare to look at it when it was hot, so she immediately stopped looking over it.

"So what the hell is going on? My imagination is limited, so don't whet me. ”

"Got it, I'm going to say it now, don't worry, we'll have a long time." As he spoke, he put the hand that had been touching her hair directly around her shoulder, and shoved her into his arms.

She was about to resist, but he leaned his face directly to her other shoulder and said into her ear, "I'm going to get to the point......"

The movement of the prison painting's struggle suddenly softened out of curiosity. She endured his teasing and listened with her ears pricked up.

Over time, although the God of Killing has always ignored Ah Fei, he has also become accustomed to Ah Fei's existence. Suddenly, one day, Ah Fei went out at sunrise to look for food, but did not come back at sunset. ”

"Where did she go?" The prison painting sounded like a curious baby, and the questions kept interrupting Xue Yan's narration. Xue Yan hugged the prison painting into his arms again as if punishing, and the restless hand stroked her soft long hair again.

(There is one more update this afternoon, thanks for your support!) ）