"Baohong, those men outside are good to you, just to sleep with you, you must be more careful when you are alone outside!" My dick roommate Wu Jiechao greeted his goddess again. He has a very strong relationship with me, and he always turns on hands-free in front of me when he calls, and he never shies away from it.

"And what is your purpose in being good to me?" There was a cold interrogation on the phone.

Actually, to be honest, it was me who chased a girl and couldn't capture it for a long time. And in the case that she doesn't have a good impression of me or even dislikes me a little, if that girl asks this question, most likely she will end this spare tire relationship. And there are only two reasons for ending this relationship, one is that she thinks the suitor is a good person, but she has no feelings for him, and she doesn't want him to be in prison, so let him go as soon as possible. The other is that he didn't treat him as a spare tire at all, and felt that it was a trouble, but because of the situation, he was embarrassed to speak, and finally he couldn't stand it, so he mustered up the courage and found an opportunity to let him stop pestering himself. In the first case, generally speaking, girls of course think that the more spare tires the better, unless an uninteresting spare tire is in a hurry to pierce the last piece of relationship paper and confess, the girl will be helpless to issue a good person card. The probability of this situation is very low, women demand kindness, men demand good conditions, and dedication, which is basically non-existent in real life. As for the second situation, even many girls with average or even deviant looks will encounter it. In the face of the stalker of the dick, there are still things that have to be spoken, otherwise they will kick their noses in the face.

Although I don't know much about this Zhang Baohong, according to my understanding of Wu Jiechao, what is about to happen should be the second situation.

"Of course I'm different from them!" Wu Jiechao even smiled when he said this, and he really fulfilled that sentence: What is more terrible than Dick Silk is that he doesn't know that he is Dick Si.

"Oh? Tell me what makes you different! Aren't you here to sleep with me? The phone was still cold, and it was mixed with some disdainful torture at the moment.

Wu Jiechao still kept smiling, and said with a unique magnetic voice: "Not only the bed, but even the sofa, balcony, kitchen, living room, and bathroom I can do, well-how?" "Dudutu, he hung up before he could finish the phone.

Wu Jiechao suddenly asked me eagerly: "What's the matter, the phone suddenly hung up, is there no signal?" Nothing will happen to my Baohong, right? ”

"Maybe the phone is out of battery, or maybe it's ......" I said partly selectively, after all, he might be very sad if the other part was said.

"Or what? Don't whet my appetite! He tensed for a moment.

Sure enough, if the person next to you is a secondary and second-class patient, and you are not a couple of lovers, then not only will you not find that person cute, but you will often have the idea of killing him. What's more, this second-class patient has no discipline at all, burning eggs.

"People are as their name suggests!" I don't want to say anything more if I leave those words behind. Only Wu Jiechao was left alone to ponder the meaning of Zhang Baohong's words. I think he might be the real Shi Lezhi.

Afterwards, I left my dorm room to take part in my dissertation.

The tense dissertation defense was over, and after saying goodbye to the doctoral director, he packed his luggage and went to the train station to prepare to go home. My name is Zhang Goudan, an orphan under his fence, the name was taken by my deceased father, I heard my uncle say that it is because the name is cheap and easy to raise, maybe the implication is that I hope that my adoptive father can raise me, whether I will be successful in the future depends on my own creation, I can give me a meal and three meals. However, the actual situation is very different, my uncle is very frugal with himself, but he is very generous with me. He is a yin and yang gentleman who looks at feng shui, and he also opened a fortune telling parlor to make a living, not to mention, he is really very spiritual, but he never helps me calculate, never. I was on the train, thinking about the secret my uncle had promised me to tell me after I finished my studies. With a reminder of the arrival of the train, I got off the train, and then my uncle warmly took my luggage and walked into his car, and I gradually fell asleep.

"Dan'er, let's go into the house and rest first, see how tired you are these days," said the uncle. I was relieved that I had already arrived home. I saw that the luggage and everything had been moved into the house, maybe I was really tired, I couldn't take care of anything, I walked into the room and planted my Simmons, I felt so comfortable, I didn't want to do anything.

This lasted less than a minute, and I felt almost relaxed, and I smiled, and I turned around and asked my uncle what secret he was going to tell me.

My uncle did not speak, but took me to the ancestral hall and asked me to kneel down with a handful of lighted incense and give my parents' last photo.

Uncle never held back the tears in his eyes, and blinked vigorously at the portrait, this action caught me, as a stepson, a little unprepared. I don't know how long it took for my uncle to return to reality from his inner world of emotion. For so many years, my uncle has worked tirelessly to raise me alone, and when I think of this, I am speechless.

The uncle spoke first, alleviating the embarrassing scene. He said: "Gou Dan, your father told me that if you can live to grow up to adulthood and make achievements, you can tell you your life experience, and now that you are a doctoral student, I can no longer hide it from you." Then he talked to me about the blood and tears of my parents.

My father was an extremely advanced cultivator, and my mother was a painted skin demon who had practiced for thousands of years. And when they are cultivating, they all encounter a bottleneck that they can't go up to, and if they can't break through this bottleneck, they can't make their cultivation to the next level, and if they want to break through this bottleneck, they have to cross the calamity, and they are each other's calamities.

At first, they both wanted to kill each other, so my mother calculated that this would be a ruined temple on my father's way back to the mountains and forests, and she had a preconceived idea and waited for an opportunity, so my mother slipped into the ruined temple at night. But I didn't know that the ruined temple had already made my father write countless spells. But because of my mother's deep cultivation, my father didn't feel her presence, and she quietly watched my father meditate in this ruined temple.

She changed her face countless times and used all kinds of seductive voices, but my father's mind did not waver in the slightest.

"Sitting still? Megumi Yanagishita? I think you're an impotent and incompetent. Mother muttered quietly, and began to plan to give up the hunt tonight, but she slowly realized that she could no longer get out of the ruined temple.

Maybe it's because my mother hid it so well that although my father was powerful, it wasn't enough to feel where she was, although the truth was like this, but then my father said: "I'm an ordinary man, how can He De abolish your thousand-year-old cultivation for his own selfishness, you can do it, may you not harm living beings after you attain the Tao." When my mother heard this, she couldn't do anything. Because although she is a skin demon, she is used to seeing those so-called upright spirit masters who kill innocents indiscriminately, but it is the first time she has encountered a monster who is willing to sacrifice her cultivation to achieve a monster who does not know her nature. Mother's cheeks turned very red and her heart was beating faster, maybe this was the first love of a painted skin demon. The perfect image of the father has been established in the mother's heart, and because of this, the mother cannot do it.

The bloody thing is what happens later. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the window, and my father suddenly woke up, well, it turns out that the reason why my father was so unstable and even willing to sacrifice himself as a demon was because he was asleep, and he was still talking about dreams that he didn't even believe in.

Just as I was about to complain about how my mother could not know such a situation after reading people for thousands of years, something even more bloody happened. This gust of wind is cool, blowing my father into a burst of urine, and my mother's painted skin demon is attached to the wall, although my father can't see where she is, but my father is a child's body, and the Tao is extremely high, if a bubble of child urine is poured on the wall, where can my mother resist, it must be a collapse of cultivation.

When my father pulled out his little friend, my mother had to beg for mercy, after all, this wall full of charms could not be used by her demonic powers. Well, the truth is not actually like this, because when my father took out the little friend, my mother glanced at that position, and her eyes suddenly lit up (ahem, the point is up to it, after all, there are four walls, and there is no place to hide, which is probably it).

At this time, the mother seemed to have seen through everything and said, "That's it, it's my destiny to have this calamity, and I can't survive this calamity, so you can do it." So out of the wall came a beautiful woman who fell into the city. The father forcibly endured the urge to urinate, looking at the mother, a beauty that is rare in a thousand years: Chu Chu's moving eyes, flushed redness, cherry mouth, accompanied by deep breathing of the undulating mountains (it should be E cup), for a big man like him who practices in the deep mountains and old forests all day, where can he still bear it, not to say that it is a beauty, it may be that the mother animal is afraid to react. But as a cultivator with a deep path, he had to be reserved. But one thing is true, they are attracted to each other, but they regret their advanced practice because they can't do it.

Looking at his delicate and elegant Confucian appearance, his mother lowered his face and said the most bloody words I have ever heard in my life: "Since the little girl has cultivated, you are the only one who looks at me like this but does nothing, you are a righteous gentleman, if you don't dislike me as a monster, the little demon is willing to serve the son for the rest of his life." The mother's praise and statement to the father made the father more affectionate towards the mother.

As a son, I'm almost worried about my father's IQ, so he really doesn't want to know what those who are not righteous men and gentlemen have done to their mother when they see their mother's appearance, and I want to stop talking at this moment. may confirm the saying: people in love have an IQ of 0.

But since the father is a pure yang body and the mother is a feminine body, once the heavenly thunder stirs the earth fire, let alone the tribulation, even the previous hard work and accumulated cultivation will be lost. After getting to know each other in depth this night, they moved together to the bamboo house where their father practiced on weekdays. I started chirping day and night, and after about ten months, I came to this world.

My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, perhaps because I had become mortal, or because I had become a real doom for both of them, because my father was depressed after my mother left, and he soon went with her. I was taken care of by my father's friend on his deathbed, and (I don't know what benefits were given) and the man agreed.

So why did I know about another version other than what my uncle told me?