After Marrying the Evil God

The man who entered the door was very handsome, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with slightly raised Ruifeng eyes, and he was particularly graceful and charming when he laughed. It's just that Qi Baicha is the only person who is fortunate enough to see this big president's smile often.

As soon as Fu Mingye entered the room and took off his suit jacket, he was naturally picked up by Qi Baicha and hung on the back of the chair.

"You still wear formal clothes on such a hot day, right?" Qi Baicha raised his hand to untie Fu Mingye's tie familiarly, "Remember that today is your birthday? I made a lot of food for you..."

He was suddenly taken into his arms.

Fu Mingye embraced Qi Baicha's waist, lowered his head and curled his lips around his ear: "Hold you and it will be cool."

Qi Baicha's body is always cold throughout the year, lower than the normal temperature of the human body. Fu Mingye was worried before, but couldn't find any abnormalities, and could only be attributed to his special physique.

He was right. Qibai tea is indeed a natural snow-skinned flower appearance, ice muscle and jade bones. Sleeping in a hug is the most comfortable summer night, so Fu Mingye couldn't put it down.

God and heaven and earth live together, and Fu Mingye has forgotten his true birthday. This so-called birthday was just fabricated when he applied for a human ID card, and it doesn't make any sense to him today.

But thinking that there is a young man in the family who prepares his birthday seriously, everything is full of meaning. Fu Mingye immediately left all his official duties and rushed back.

"Eh." Qi Baicha leaned on his chest and said softly, "Don't move, the tie hasn't been untied yet."

Fu Mingye pulled off his tie with one hand, strode to the table and sat down: "Did so much? Chacha is becoming more and more virtuous."

Qi Baicha pursed her lips and took a seat opposite Fu Mingye: "You like it."

"How can I not like what you did?" Fu Mingye said, reaching out to pick the spring bamboo shoots on the plate.

He didn't actually need to eat human food, but he would definitely want to eat tea and tea.

And the tea is really delicious.

Just halfway through the chopsticks, Qi Baicha pressed his wrist.

Fu Mingye paused and looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Qi Baicha held the knife for cutting the cake, and said gently: "Make a wish first."

He has carefully prepared for this birthday for so long, so there is no reason to eat directly without opening the cake.

Although the young man took a plastic knife and spoke softly, Fu Mingye saw a posture of "If you don't follow the procedure, I will hack you to death."

Fu Mingye weighed it down and carefully put down his chopsticks: "...OK."

The little human wife he married is extremely gentle in all aspects, and never angry, but sometimes is unhappy, even if she is smiling, she can feel an inexplicable chill.

Fu Mingye is not willing to make Qi Baicha unhappy. Although he knew that this wish would not be heard at all.

God has endless life, but not without death. The death of a **** is called fall, and it is true that the three souls and seven souls are scattered, and there will not even be in the afterlife.

There have been countless gods in the world, and immortals can cultivate in the day after tomorrow, but gods are all innate, and they can be roughly divided into four categories.

The first to appear and the strongest is the God of Nature. The sun, moon and stars, wind, thunder, rain and snow are all natural. The **** of nature is an ancient god, who only sleeps and is extremely difficult to die. Take the Snow God as an example. Unless all the glaciers on the earth melt, the snow mountain collapses, and there is no more snow in the world, the Snow God will die. Except for the Snow God, the gods of nature are all asleep now.

In addition to the gods of nature, there are also gods of all things, such as dragon gods, flower gods, tree gods, and lamp gods. These gods are also tired of the changes in the world, and they are all sleeping.

In addition, there are the gods of art specializing in certain skills, such as the **** of music, the **** of music, the **** of dance, the **** of forging, the **** of forging, the **** of weaving, weaving clothes... As more and more skills are lost, countless skills The **** fell in the long river of time, and the rest fell asleep.

More, it is the **** of prayer that came out of faith. If people believe that a piece of land can protect them, this piece of land will give birth to a **** who protects them. If people believe that the mountain can keep them safe for generations, the mountain will give birth to the people of the mountain **** to protect the mountain. People make wishes to the gods, and the gods fulfill their wishes and accumulate their merits.

However, now is the Age of the End of Dharma, people no longer believe in gods, and those praying gods who relied on their vows to gain power gradually lose their power and almost fall to death, leaving only one, the evil god.

Cthulhu was born from the evil thoughts of all things, and among all things, people have the worst evil thoughts, even more terrifying than demons and ghosts.

Belief will wither, human hearts are sinister but eternal, and all creatures have greed, so the evil **** can live forever.

All the greed, selfishness, ugliness, resentment in the world, all the voices and prayers with negative emotions, will be heard by the evil gods. He will look at his mood to satisfy the wishes of some of the creatures, and accordingly, the other party will have to pay the price to make the evil god's power stronger.

However, Cthulhu can satisfy the countless wishes of the world, but his own wishes are difficult to realize.

Thinking of this, Fu Mingye's eyes were slightly gloomy.

He has never heard the voice of his lover, and the tea is indeed too pure and flawless.

He was born in thousands of years and met such a clean person for the first time.

Let him like it at a glance.

Fu Mingye opened the bow on the box, which contained a fruit cake. The sweet cream is dotted with fresh strawberries and cherries, and the soft and delicious mango layer is underneath. The chocolate plate says "Happy 27th birthday, Mr. Fu".

Fu Mingye curled his lips unconsciously, a thin smile in his eyes.

Qi Baicha puts candles on the cake and lights them up. There are 27 candles, no more, no less.

He handed Fu Mingye the cone birthday hat presented by the cake shop: "Put this on."

Fu Mingye refused: "It's too naive, I can't wear..." This goes against his noble status as an evil god, and human cubs will wear such ridiculous hats!

Qi Baicha turned off the light with a "pop", and looked back, the snow-white face was illuminated with the extinguished candlelight, and the eyes under the long eyelashes were shining brightly and brightly.

"..." Fu Mingye put on the top hat silently.

There is such a beautiful wife in the family, of course everything depends on him.

Qi Baichafu laughed again: "Close your eyes and make a wish. I will sing to you."

He gently clapped his hands: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Fu Mingye didn't take these human birthday rituals to heart, but listening to Qi Baicha's soft and soft singing, his heart softened, and he closed his eyes and became pious, tacitly agreeing to the desire that no one listened to.

I want to be with Cha Cha... to live forever.

After Qi Baicha sang the song, Fu Mingye opened his eyes. In the moment of staring at each other, it was clear that there were endless ribbons hidden in each other's eyes.

Qi Baicha reminded: "Mr. Fu, you should blow out the candles."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Fu Mingye blew out the candle in one go.

Qi Baicha turned on the light again, and the room was re-lit. He stretched his eyebrows and said in a brisk tone: "You can cut the cake."

He really wanted to know what wishes Fu Mingye made, but unfortunately there is a saying in the world that birthday wishes are not effective.

Qi Baicha wanted to say that it would be effective if he said it, because he can help realize...

He is the **** of nature, not the **** of prayer who specializes in helping people realize their wishes. He can't hear the voice of mortals, but most things are still within his power to cast a spell.

It is a pity that God cannot make a mortal immortal. This is against the laws of nature.

Holding a plastic knife, Fu Mingye cut the cake into eight equal portions and served one portion for Qi Baicha. The two began to have dinner in a warm and sweet atmosphere.

Fu Mingye took a sip of red wine and raised his brows: "Where did you find tea and tea for the vintage Romanie Conti?"

There is nothing to meet or find... Wannian Xianniang also has an entire wine cellar.

"There is nothing you can't do without money." Qi Baicha took a sip of the red wine.

He took the fork and sipped the cake. Qi Baicha has a good-looking bone and a very elegant and gentle taste. The red lips are covered with white cream, and the crow green long eyelashes trembled with the blink of an eye, like a gentle painting.

Fu Mingye liked it more and more, calling out, "Tea."

"Huh?" Qi Baicha raised his head, his eyes were blank, and there was a cherry in his lips.

Fu Mingye stood up and leaned over to kiss him, licked the cream on the tip of his tongue, and swept away the cherry in Qi Baicha's mouth.

Qi Baicha's eyes opened slightly.

"Thank you Mr. Qi for the fruit cake." Fu Mingye sat back and looked at him with a smile, "It's very sweet."

"..." Qi Baicha hurriedly lowered his eyes, picked up a strawberry with a fork, and concealedly fed it into his mouth, "You eat your own, what do you do to grab mine?"

Fu Mingye teased: "Because Cha Cha blushes so cute."

Qi Baicha was shocked and covered her cheek: "Is there?" How could it be possible, it was not the first day of marriage, how could she blush and heartbeat because of a kiss...

Fu Mingye squinted and fell on the back of the chair: "No, but this scared look is more cute hahahaha—"

Qi Baicha directly picked up a piece of butter cake and gave him a battered face, and said softly: "Say it again."

"..." Fu Mingye looked at the instantly noble and glamorous wife, bowed his head and admitted, "I was wrong."

Qi Baicha raised his chin: "Go and wash it off."

Fu Mingye wore cream on his face and obediently went to the bathroom to wash his face.

If the group of directors of the company saw the appearance of the two-meter-eight-meter-old president who is usually a little sheep, they would be shocked to drop their jaws on the ground.

Taking off his childish birthday hat and cleaning up the cream on his face, Fu Mingye looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. It was very good. He was still a handsome and innocent Cthulhu.

Walking out of the bathroom, Fu Mingye saw that Qi Baicha had put the leftovers in the refrigerator and was clearing the dishes on the table, and hurriedly stepped forward: "I will leave it to the nanny to clean up tomorrow."

Qi Baicha said: "It's still early anyway."

"It's getting late." Fu Mingye hugged him from behind and let out a low laugh, "After drinking red wine, I want to drink white tea."

"..." Qi Baicha said softly, "Strong exercise is not suitable after meals."

Fu Mingye kissed him on the cheek, lowering his voice.

"Then kiss you longer."