Without the-for-tat just now, Youguo, who lost his wife and fell off the horse, sat on the rooftop against the wall and tried to put together his tattered sniper rifle.

However, the sniper rifle that was cut to pieces by Zen Yuan Shier with a spell could no longer be restored to its original state, and Youguo endured it again and again, and couldn't help but stretch out his leg and kick the thigh of Zen Yuan Shier, who was sitting on the side.

The muscles of the hard thighs were as hard as rocks, and the feet of Youguo kicked hurt, and the ankles were still held by the Zen Monastery and couldn't move

Zen Yuan Shier's hand held the knife all the year round, his hand was full of thick calluses, and his rough palm grabbed Youguo's ankle and rubbed it heavily, and Youguo's fair skin was soon rubbed out of a touch of red under such force.

Youguo tried to break free but found that he couldn't, so he simply stood motionless, holding the corpse of his sniper rifle with a sad face, and shed two tears bitterly.

Zen Yuan Shier lost the fierce color just now, like a cat, he used his paws to tease Youguo beside him from time to time, Youguo was still angry in his heart, and avoided the hand stretched out by Zen Yuan Shier and said viciously: "Don't touch me." ”

It's just that such an expression with a clean face really has no deterrent effect, and the Zen Yuan raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Angry? ”

You Guoxin said you can't see it? Pumping the ankle that was still held in his hand by Zen Yuan Shier, Youguo threw the fragment of the gun in his hand to Zen Yuan Shier, "You say, what should I do?" ”

Zen Yuan Shier looked at the pile of debris and smiled, "Your gun is not good, do you want to blame me?" ”

How can a sniper rifle as a man's romance endure such an insult from the Zen Academy, Youguo raised his voice and almost cursed, "I spent more than two million to order!" ”

Zen Yuan Shier threw the spell in his hand expressionlessly, and said to Youguo: "My 100 million." ”

Youguo: ...... How can it be compared.

Compared with the weapons of the Zen Academy, the price of the Youguo gun is indeed a small one, Youguo held his breath in his heart, closed his mouth and stopped talking, and after a long while, he said a little stupidly: "When did you determine my identity." ”

Zen Monastery said casually: "I'm not sure, it's just a temptation." ”

"But when I found you gone, I'm sure."

The five senses of the Zen Monastery are so keen, if he pays attention to Youguo's movements, Youguo's movements will definitely not escape his eyes.

Youguo was furious, "Then you still hit so hard!" ”

Youguo still remembered the knife that sent chills down his spine not long ago, but if he didn't dodge so timely, but if the force thrown out by the Chan Yuan was a little more accurate, the result of his broken appearance would definitely not be able to escape.

Youguo was angry and didn't understand, squinted at Youguo for a few seconds, the corners of Zen Yuan's mouth curled up and said coldly: "Are you sure you want to argue with me about this?" ”

Remembering the deeds of kicking the Zen Monastery down the stairs and knocking his nose to bleed just now, Youguo was silent, "Then two clear?" ”

The Zen Monastery even agreed, and the two of them blew the night breeze for a long time, and the deep night fell white snow flakes at this moment.

The snowflakes slowly fell on the tip of Youguo's nose and were evaporated by body temperature, Youguo's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the snowflakes falling one after another, and his tone rose: "It's snowing!" ”

This is all worthy of Youguo's happiness, although Zen Yuan Shier thought so in his heart, the corners of his mouth rose because of Youguo's expression.

After laughing, Zen Yuan's face froze, and he pinched his eyebrows and wondered how he had become naïve.

Fortunately, Youguo didn't know what was going on in the heart of the Zen Temple, otherwise he would have to kick him twice.

Today's snow is the first snow, Youguo sighed, his face was red from the low temperature, Youguo cleaned up the tattered sniper rifle parts on the ground, and said to the Zen Yuan who was sitting motionless on the side: "Let's go, go home." ”

Zen Yuan Shier's hand straightened up on the ground, "Hmm." ”

The two of them walked side by side on the deserted street, the street lamp illuminated the way home, Zenin Shier and Yuguo's hair was covered with snowflakes, and the first thing Yuguo did when he got home was to go to Megumi and Tsumiki's room to take a look.

The two children slept soundly, and Tsumiki smacked her mouth and whispered in her dreams.

The two of them have been talking about the snow for a long time, and they should get a big surprise when they wake up tomorrow morning, but Youguo didn't wake the two of them, and quietly exited the room and closed the door.

Compared with his nominal father, Zen Yuanshier, the blood father, was much more irresponsible, and he said indifferently when he saw Youguo come out: "Is it necessary?" ”

You Guoxin said that there was no need for that, but in view of the experience of your father, it became necessary to be unnecessary.

"You like Megumi very much." Zen Monastery even said lightly: "He likes you more too." ”

Youguo glanced at Zen Yuan Shier speechlessly, "...... Isn't that a matter of course? ”

If Hui is given a multiple-choice question, who will save Youguo and Zen Yuan Shier first, Hui will definitely say save Youguo without hesitation.

Compared with the Zen monastery that allows him to live and do it, any normal child will prefer Youguo.

However, the Zen Academy, who had never understood what was called a weak heart, sneered, "A little ghost without a conscience." ”

Youguo was not happy with the Zen Monastery and said Hui: "That's your son." ”

Of course, Zenin Shier knew that if it wasn't for the fact that Megumi was his son, he wouldn't have made the decision to send Megumi back to his house if he awakened his talent for spells—even if he hated Zen Temple, Zen Yuan Shier also knew that the future of a gifted spell master in the Zen House would definitely be more promising than by his side.

Zen Yuan's thoughts wandered a little, and Youguo noticed that he was absent-minded and reached out and waved in front of his eyes.

Zen Yuan Shier subconsciously held the arm shaking in front of him, Lingding's wrist was like a broken bamboo pole in the hand of Zen Yuan, Zen Yuan Shier suddenly smiled, lowered his head and approached Youguo.

"What would you do if I said, I want to sell him?"

Youguo's face immediately had frost on his face, and he stared at the face of the Zen Monastery and said coldly: "Then he can do without you as a father." ”

Zen Yuan Shier couldn't see the joke in Youguo's eyes, he was not angry, and his smile brought some relief.

"Very good." The Zen Monastery was even lazy, the emotion in his eyes was bottomless, but his tone was playful: "I'm going to be jealous of Om."

Zen Monastery even took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and it was extinguished

Bend said coldly, "Are you sure you want to argue with me about this?" ”

Remembering the deeds of kicking the Zen Monastery down the stairs and knocking his nose to bleed just now, Youguo was silent, "Then two clear?" ”

The Zen Monastery even agreed, and the two of them blew the night breeze for a long time, and the deep night fell white snow flakes at this moment.

The snowflakes slowly fell on the tip of Youguo's nose and were evaporated by body temperature, Youguo's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the snowflakes falling one after another, and his tone rose: "It's snowing!" ”

This is all worthy of Youguo's happiness, although Zen Yuan Shier thought so in his heart, the corners of his mouth rose because of Youguo's expression.

After laughing, Zen Yuan's face froze, and he pinched his eyebrows and wondered how he had become naïve.

Fortunately, Youguo didn't know what was going on in the heart of the Zen Temple, otherwise he would have to kick him twice.

Today's snow is the first snow, Youguo sighed, his face was red from the low temperature, Youguo cleaned up the tattered sniper rifle parts on the ground, and said to the Zen courtyard who was sitting motionless on the side: Out of the house and standing in the courtyard, snowflakes are thrown in the air like shredded pieces of paper.

The smoking addiction of the Zen Monastery is not formed in a day or two, how can it be so easy to quit, Youguo stared at the Zen Monastery Shier who swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog for a long time, and suddenly said: "Give me one." ”

Zen Yuan was stunned for a moment, he glanced at Youguo, did not refuse, raised his hand and threw the cigarette case in his pocket to him.

Youguo took out a cigarette in a daze, and put the cigarette to his mouth to light it as he learned from the movements of the Zen Temple, but it was windy in the courtyard, and the flame of the lighter was so weak that it was blown out by the wind as soon as it was hit.

Zen Yuan Shier looked at Youguo's clumsy appearance and laughed in his heart, unlike him, the well-behaved and clean Youguo was incompatible with things like cigarettes, and seeing Youguo learn from him to smoke Zen Yuan Shier was like seeing a child stealing adult clothes.

He simply hooked his finger at Youguo, and his voice was hoarse: "Come here." ”

Youguo thought that Zen Yuan Shier wanted to help him light a cigarette, and obediently came over to his face, Zen Yuan Shier was tall and long-armed, and his palm was pressed forward against the back of Youguo's head, Youguo suddenly approached, and the cigarette roll on Zen Yuan'er Shier's mouth was pasted on Youguo's unlit cigarette butt.

The smoke and the breath of the two of them were intertwined, and Youguo looked directly at the thick curly eyelashes of the Zen Yuan Shier who was hanging his head, and forgot his mind for a while, until the Zen Yuan Shier in front of him let out a mocking: "Inhale." ”

Youguo subconsciously followed the order of the Zen Monastery and took a sip, the choking taste went down his mouth into his lungs, the strong smell made Youguo unacceptable for a while, his mouth was dry and astringent, and Youguo coughed violently in the smoke.

It was just a puff of cigarette that made him feel embarrassed like this, and the cigarette in Youguo's mouth was taken away from his mouth and snuffed out, and Zen Yuan Shier chuckled and said, "Don't touch this kind of thing, children." ”

It took several breaths of fresh air for Youguo to recover, and he said with some dissatisfaction after listening to the words of the Zen Temple: "We are the same two years old!" ”

The Zen temple let out an "oh", and the eyes didn't matter.

Why does he think Youguo is younger than him?

One puff was enough to make Youguo stay away from such a thing as cigarettes, and he avoided the approaching Zen Monastery with some disgust to open the white smoke that drifted away, and the Zen Monastery grabbed his wrist and didn't let him go, Youguo said in disgust: "Don't come near me if you smoke." ”

Zen Yuan Shier thought that Youguo was quite bold, and the grass on the grave of the last person who dared to speak to him like this was three meters high, but when he turned his head and thought about it, if Youguo cowered in the face of him, he would probably find it boring.

Extinguishing the cigarette, the smoke was quickly swept away by the wind, and the Zen Yuan even exhaled and looked at Youguo, "It's tasteless." ”

Youguo said with disgust, "Not necessarily. ”

Zen Yuan's eyes touched Youguo's lips, and then laughed, "It's really gone." ”

He lowered his head and approached, and grabbed the rabbit that wanted to run away before Youguo noticed his vigilance, and his cold hand was on the same cold cheek, and Zen Yuan Shi'er and Youguo grinded their ears and sideburns, jokingly: "Do you want to smell it?" ”

He didn't say anything, but his next move solved the problem.

Youguo's eyes trembled, and Zen Yuan Shier had already lowered his head and bit his lip, with a fierce and predatory aura.

Like a hungry wolf who never knows contentment.

Youguo tilted his head, and in addition to the snowflakes flying in the sky, his vision was a touch of dark green, like a dark dense forest.

Holding Youguo in his arms with strong arms, Youguo wrapped his arms around Zen Temple's shoulders, and the two stumbled into Youguo's room.

The violent, spark-like heat that collided with gunpowder swept through the bodies of Youguo and Zen Temple, and the temperature difference between extreme cold and extreme heat made Youguo's face appear slightly drunk like drunkenness.

Yuguo, who was clutching the black hair on the back of Zen Yuan's head, thought in a trance.

The smell of smoke does fade a lot.