After Marrying an Evil God

Inside another dormitory.

"That...Hello?" Jiang Yan raised his hand to greet the rest of the dormitory.

The young man stood quietly, without any response, and didn't even look up at him.

"..." Rude.

Jiang Yan, who is used to enjoying the attention and sought after by the public, is rarely ignored so much. The fox grinded his teeth and approached: "Don't be nervous, I won't eat you..."

The boy was frightened, and immediately stepped back, his face delicate and pale, and his appearance was timid.

Jiang Yan narrowed the eyes of the fox.

Oh, it looks pretty good.

He approached in twos or twos, lowered his voice, and said in the boy's ear: "There is a camera in the room. If you don't want to be scolded **** after the show is broadcast, you should say hello to me now, and say hello, do you understand?"

He also mentioned that because of the beauty of the remaining sound, beauty is to be praised, how can it be abused.

After speaking, he stepped back and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect us to be in a dormitory." Then he winked vigorously with the camera behind his back.

Say quickly, hello.

Yu Yin hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Hello, do you understand?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

Okay, it has made a lot of progress.

Little Kraken's ability to understand human language may still have a billion problems.

"Well, let's take a shower first. I was tired from recording for a day. The bathroom is over there." Jiang Yan said, lowered his voice again, "There is no camera inside."

Privacy is still necessary, and the program crew can't be so crazy that even cameras are installed in the bathroom.

Yu Yin nodded slightly, turned and went into the bathroom.

He also didn't smell the nasty human breath on Jiang Yan, which made him feel at ease.

The simple-minded Kraken didn't think about why he couldn't smell it.

A long, long time ago, humans thought that eating shark human flesh would lead to immortality and that shark human tears could be turned into pearls and sold for a lot of money, so they went to sea to find shark humans and hunted them aggressively.

The former is a rumor at all, but there are still countless sharks killed as a result.

The siren are two completely different species from the sharks. However, because of their similar appearance to the sharks, they were mistakenly regarded as the target of hunting. The siren’s combat power is much higher than that of the sharks, and can always kill humans. Humans then use weapons to retaliate, and the two clans forge a feud.

After that, the mackerel no longer led the way for lost ships. Later, the Sea-Monster tribe had even more traditions. When ships on the sea came across, they used singing to lure people over, dragging people down and drowning.

With this origin, the siren has an innate hostility towards humans and is not close.

If it hadn't happened to the bottom of the sea... he wouldn't have come to land.

Yu Yin closed the bathroom door and filled a bathtub full of water.

This is the only human tool he is familiar with. After all, he has always needed something like a bathtub since he went ashore.

After the water in the bathtub was so full that it was about to overflow, Yu Yin took out the salt shaker he carried with him and sprinkled some sea salt into the water.

Then he stepped in and sank into the water, letting the wet and salty water cover his whole body.

In the next second, a huge dark blue fish tail sprang out of the water and splashed a lot of water.

Early in the morning, Qi Baicha turned over, subconsciously wanting to hug the person next to her.

As a result, he only touched the cold railing.

He opened his eyes and looked at the strange environment. It took him a while to realize that he and Mr. Fu lived in the school dormitory last night, sleeping on the upper and lower bunks.

After marriage, the two seldom sleep separately. Occasionally, they split rooms because of small quarrels. For example, when they notice that the other party is serious and hesitate, the quarrel is usually halfway through. It's turned off.

When Fu Mingye met the funeral team on the way home from get off work for the first time, he realized the short and fragile life of human beings. After returning home that day, he has been depressed, afraid that one day Chacha will leave like those people and become a funeral car. Black-and-white photo on top.

Qi Baicha carefully cooked a table of dishes. He didn't move a bite, but said that he had no appetite. Qi Baicha asked what happened, but he refused to say. Qi Baicha's questioning repeatedly made Fu Mingye more irritable, and he just blurted out "you don't understand".

Qi Baicha looked at him and said nothing.

Only that night, the youth packed up the bedding and left the bedroom.

Fu Mingye was confused: "Chacha, what's wrong?"

Qi Baicha lowered her eyes: "I sleep in the living room."

Fu Mingye was scared and quickly got out of bed: "What are you doing? How cold the living room is."

Qi Baicha smiled: "You don't understand."

Qi Baicha never drove Fu Mingye out of the bedroom when he was angry, and would only go to the living room to sleep on the sofa with his bedding.

This bitter trick was a test of Bai Ling against Fu Mingye.

——It's not hard, Snow God can't feel cold.

Qi Baicha was carried back to the bedroom by Fu Mingye forcibly when she was still laying on the bedding on the sofa. After that, President Fu knelt on the bed and said a bunch of "The company has troubled too much", "I accidentally brought my emotions home", "Sorry "My wife spared me" and so on.

Qi Baicha looked at him: "I'm not angry about this, you can take your emotions home, you can tell me that you are upset. Don't pretend to be okay, don't hide it from me, don't let me be excluded."

Fu Mingye raised his hand and surrendered: "It must be next time. Is Mr. Qi calm down now?"

Qi Baicha said with a cold face: "No."

Fu Mingye leaned forward and kissed him hooliganly, and overwhelmed him on the bed: "What about now?"

Qi Baicha: "..."

So the two reconciled happily as before.

...They are really slimy.

Suddenly, I didn't see Mr. Fu when I woke up. I was still a little lost and unaccustomed.

Qi Baicha sat up, took off her pajamas, ready to change clothes.

Fu Mingye just came out of the bathroom and saw the young man undressing. His slender waist was dazzling and eye-catching.

He blew a whistle: "Ms. Qi is really in good shape."

Qi Baicha's movements did not stop, and he took off his shirt directly, exposing the entire snow-white back skin.

I'm an old husband and wife, so of course I won't be twitchy when I change my clothes.

"Not as good as classmate Fu who is diligent in exercising. He has eight pack abs." Qi Baicha looked for in the bed, "Where is my clothes?"

"I washed it and dried it last night," Fu Mingye said, "I'll get it for you."

Summer clothes are enough to wear for one day, how can I keep them till the next day.

Fu Mingye thought about that question last night and couldn't sleep. He knew it was a coincidence. He had slept in the temple for thousands of years and had never gone out. It could not be that Qi Ye in the world.

But thinking about it this way makes it even more uncomfortable.

Chacha knew the name Qi Ye, but it wasn't because of him.

Cha Cha cares about other men.

Even if it is a paper man from a history book, Lord Cthulhu is very sour.

The jealous **** is so unreasonable.

Lord Cthulhu couldn't sleep, it was boring and tangled.

As soon as Lord Cthulhu became entangled, he wanted to find something to do, do something weird.

So he got up and washed all Qi Baicha's clothes.

After washing, I feel a step further in the direction of virtuousness.

Ten seconds later, Fu Mingye came over with a wet dress, "Ah, it doesn't seem to be dry yet."

They can even squeeze out the water to make the floor wet, and they have another job of mopping the floor.

Qi Baicha: "...You don't think that moonlight can dry clothes, do you, Mr. Fu?"

Mr. Fu, who has no life experience and common sense, was silent for three seconds: "Can't you?"

God's clothes are not stained with lint dust, and even if they are dirty, they can be cleaned directly with magic techniques. He doesn't know much about the way humans dry clothes.

I haven't seen it either. The richest man does not need to wash his clothes himself.

Qi Baicha: "..." It was not unexpected at all.

After all, it was Mr. Fu who was able to fry the kitchen until the neighbor called the police.

"You got up to do the laundry after I fell asleep?"

This is not Mr. Fu at all. He has never had anything to do with housework.

Of course, Qi Baicha doesn't do much housework except for cooking. They have part-time workers to handle it.

Fu Mingye: "No thanks, I should."

Qi Baicha asked: "Then what am I wearing today?"

"Through mine." Fu Mingye took it for granted.

Qi Baicha applauded his great idea: "Excellent, people all over the country know that I was sneaked by you last night." Their clothes models are not the same at all.

"...That's what I said." Fu Mingye took out his cell phone, "I'll call someone to send clothes over."

Qi Baicha choked silently.

After Fu Mingye finished the call, he looked back and saw that Qi Baicha had wrapped himself in the quilt again, his body was tightly wrapped, only his head was exposed.

He was delighted when he saw it: "Aren't you hot?"

Qi Baicha cautiously said: "I don't have any clothes on." It's okay to change clothes briefly in front of Mr. Fu. It is very dangerous to live in the same room without wearing one.

It is easy for him to think of something that happened before.

It's not that Qi Baicha didn't feel it... Fu Mingye was a little different from ordinary people.

Most of the time, he was gentle and worried about his feelings. Regardless of whether he was in bed or under the bed, he respected his lover very much.

Only occasionally when the love is strong, Qi Baicha can still detect that Fu Mingye has been suppressing something.

Fu Mingye loves to control and dominate, and he is even more potentially possessive. He could feel that countless times Mr. Fu wanted to leave a permanent imprint and mark on him to declare his belonging, but in the end he was reluctant to create even the slightest trace of bleeding.

Like a man-eating beast, he carefully retracted his minions and kissed its soft and fragile rose.

Qi Baicha consulted a large amount of information and learned that some humans are born to control and have some special hobbies. Will Mr. Fu be one of them?

Is it just because you love him that you are embarrassed to bring it up?

He didn't want Mr. Fu to endure anything for him. God had gone through many winds and waves, and it didn't hurt to play with Mr. Fu.

So he tried to seduce the well-dressed Mr. Fu back from get off work without an inch, because he heard that this can best satisfy a man's desire for control.

Mr. Fu is really crazy like never before.

Of course, Qi Baicha is also very tired.

He couldn't figure out why he had such a bad physical strength when he encountered such a thing.

At that time, Cthulhu almost released his nature in an instant. Cha Cha's beautiful and alluring appearance is too capable of inspiring the dark side of the evil god, so that he just wants to ignore the cry of the young man and encroach on people severely.

But Qi Baicha didn't cry or ask. He felt distressed when he saw the person in a mottled suit. He hugged the person in his arms and coaxed guiltily.

After all, I still couldn't do it casually.

I love him so much, even the darkness of nature can't overwhelm his pity for him, and he is reluctant to hurt him.

Thousands of worlds, countless evil gods, Qi Ye was the most humiliating one.

He may be able to usurp the position of Eros, maybe he will become the best one.

...

The clothes were delivered quickly, and Fu Mingye handed Qi Baicha: "Here."

Qi Baicha put down the quilt, put on a T-shirt and pants, and then found no socks.

He asked: "Where are the socks?"

"Wear sandals in summer, what socks do you want?"

Qi Baicha glanced at the stairs of the double bed slightly disgustingly.

He has a slight habit of cleanliness. I don't know how many people have stepped on this staircase, and he doesn't want to step on it barefoot.

Fu Mingye knew what he was thinking at a glance, and laughed, "So love to be clean."

Qi Baicha: "You want to take care of it."

"I'll take care of it." Fu Mingye opened his hands, "jump down, I will follow you."

Qi Baicha was very suspicious: "Can you catch it? Don't break your arm."

"Don't underestimate my eight-pack abs? Hurry up, even if you fall, I will give you a back cushion." Fu Mingye raised his chin at him.

Qi Baicha pursed her lips, judged this height, and the impact shouldn't hurt Mr. Fu, so she jumped off.

He was firmly held in his arms by Fu Mingye.

He hooked the person's neck for the first time, and his legs were wrapped around the person's waist. Almost all the weight of his body was supported on Fu Mingye.

Fu Mingye hugged him, relaxed, and ridiculed: "Teacher Qi, I asked you to eat more meat, it's still so light."

Qi Baicha put her feet down and stepped on Fu Mingye's shoes.

"Hi... Teacher Qi, why are you stepping on my foot?"

"You made the floor so wet, where do I step on?"

"Fine." Fu Mingye smiled and put Qi Baicha on the lower bunk bed, "I'll get you shoes."

"Don't move, let me drag the floor later."

Qi Baicha sat cross-legged on Fu Mingye's bed, watching Fu Mingye busy going up and down.

He didn't notice the corners of his lips, and it faded quickly.

Very happy, but also a little sad.

I want to be in charge of Mr. Fu for a lifetime.

He thought that he would never find a person as good to him as Mr. Fu in his life.

No matter what you think about thousands of years later, the sweetheart is exactly what you are right now.