I Treat You Like Buddies

Du Jiu didn't expect that the ghost king would be so innocent and admirer of platonic spiritual love, but he couldn't give him this.

As a actor, he can give up everything, only his feelings must be restrained. This is his second lesson when he receives training.

Those colleagues who play cannon fodder small supporting roles and even live in Harmony World are more open than him, not to mention the various abuses in the wonderful plot, and even have to make purple and purple with different people. Many of them came back and did not accept it. Psychological counseling is to choose to wash away the memory, he is much lucky in comparison.

In addition to having to be hit by a car, whipped and slashed by a knife when playing cannon fodder, it is more fun to enjoy the role of a male partner.

And the reason why he prefers the romantic world is precisely for this reason. The second male in the romantic world is also powerful without money. After he takes over, at least the quality of life is absolutely first-class. In addition to acting in emotional dramas, he really enjoys it. of.

Therefore, he must not fall back to the cannon fodder list again, and must stick to the male support list.

It is precisely because he is born with weak emotions and will not indulge in playing the world, like those colleagues who resign and run away at every turn, that's why the boss especially valued him. Taking the pressure from above gave him a chance to come back again, and he could not live up to the boss's expectations.

That's why he was willing to stay in the last world. Anyway, it was just a circle. Besides, he also enjoyed it, didn't he?

It's just that Qin Jiuzhao was the only person from start to finish, so he wouldn't have any extra feelings anymore.

He frowned and said, "My soul? You want me to die?"

"Of course not now." The ghost king's cold fingers crossed his eyebrows, and a strange light flashed in Tan's dark eyes, "When you die, I want you to promise me that your soul belongs to me."

Du Jiu frowned even more tightly: "Then you wait slowly." He is less than thirty now, unless there is an accident, and he doesn't want to die young.

The ghost king raised his eyebrows and showed a meaningful look: "I will wait."

Du Jiu was suspicious, did he see that Yan Jiu was dead soon? Think about it, after all, it's the ghost king, maybe you can see some signs of death, such as black clouds on his face and shadow clouds on the top of his head.

But he must be disappointed. He is destined to get nothing. His soul is systematically kept. The moment Yan Jiu died was the moment he left the world.

He slapped the hand of the king of ghosts and took a sip of his coffee: "If you are willing to wait, then wait. I still have work to do. You are free."

As soon as he raised his foot to leave, the ghost king floated in front of him and blocked him: "More!" A pair of black eyes stared at him, "Did you forget that there is one more thing."

Du Jiu followed his gaze and looked over, and finally landed on his lips. He understood clearly, and laughed in his heart: "You said that kiss?"

"Yeah." The King of Ghosts took a step forward, raising his chin behind his hand, his eyes gleaming, "Yes, this is what you promised yourself, you can't help but admit it!"

"I didn't say not to admit it." Du Jiu narrowed his eyes, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and hooked his finger at him, "Come here."

The King of Ghost glanced at him suspiciously, but he leaned forward obediently.

Du Jiu stretched out his hand, inserted five fingers into his cold and smooth gray hair, buckled the back of his head, pulled his head down, and kissed his cold and pale lips.

This was the first time Du Jiu had completely voluntarily kissed someone since he could remember. The ghost king's lips were as cold as the jelly taken out of the refrigerator. He couldn't help but licked it gently.

The ghost king's pupils shrank, and the next moment he turned away from the guest, holding Du Jiu's chin to deepen the kiss.

He kissed without rules, like a wolf dog with a bone, gnawing and biting completely by instinct, sweeping through Du Jiu's mouth like a storm.

The moment the two tongues touched each other, Yin and Yang converged, and the cold Yin Qi collided with the hot Yang Qi, instantly forming a strong current flowing along the tongue to the whole body.

Du Jiu's body softened, and a bad cry was secretly heard. He immediately backed away to end the kiss, and then kissed again. He was afraid that the real affection would cause Changchunsi.

However, the two of them seemed to be attracted by a magnet. They couldn't separate. He couldn't open his mouth. He could only use his eyes to signal to the ghost king. But when he met the ghost king's eyes, he was shocked and saw his originally dark eyes. His eyes were covered in blood red, and the two reds at the end of the eyes split like a spider web, spreading toward his cheeks.

He stared at him without blinking, as if he was going to be swallowed in the next moment.

In fact, he did the same. Du Jiu had no time to react. He hugged him and turned around and pressed it on the countertop. The coffee cup was swept away, and it just fell into the pool. The air suddenly spread thick. The fragrance of coffee.

The pajamas were torn apart, and the body covering his body was clearly cold, but his body was extremely hot, as if it had been lit, and he even couldn't help asking for the coldness.

Excessive stimulation made Du Jiu lose his mind, or that he and the ghost king have lost their mind, leaving only the most primitive appeal.

The moment Du Jiu was entered, Du Jiu was sober for a moment. While regretting that he had not succeeded in the counterattack, he couldn't help but shouted coldly. Unexpectedly, the ghost king's stuff was also cold. Is this the legendary duality of ice and fire? day?

Before I could think about it, I was dragged into the rhythm of desire.

It lasted all night from the desk to the sofa in the living room to the wall to the bed.

Then everyone fainted.

Du Jiu was awakened by the ringtone of his cell phone. After one sound, he opened his eyes, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted again.

Lin Qian called and asked him why he didn't come to work today. He got over it with a cold and fever.

He held his head and sat up slowly, the memory returned, and scenes from last night appeared before him, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"What's going on?" He asked the system. What happened in this affair last night was obviously very abnormal, it was even more terrifying than the smashing-medicine and vincent, at least he was still conscious when the vincent happened, which was like last night, completely controlled by desire.

He is really self-inflicted and cannot live. If he knew he was killed, he would not pretend to be × to kiss the ghost king.

The system has had enough sugar and satisfies, and said cheerfully: "If you set a problem, you will resist each other but also attract each other. It all depends on the thoughts in your heart at that time, but the price is a bit high.

"What's the price?" Du Jiu rubbed his temples, turned his head and found that the ghost king was there, in a standard burial style sleeping position with his eyes closed. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong. Upon closer inspection, the red at the end of his eyes became red. It was unusually shallow, and the patterns on the robes became looming, even worse than after the last thunderstorm.

"That's the price." The system said, "After all, people and ghosts have different paths. You are not Qiao Niannian, and you have a blood bond with him. Your yang will erode him, and his yin will also affect you."

After speaking, I didn't hear Du Jiu answering, but when he saw him staring at the ghost king, he was startled and asked, "Why, what's wrong?"

Du Jiu: "I'm just curious, how did he put his clothes back on after finishing the work." He lifted the quilt and revealed his naked body. Why is he naked, so why can't he just put it on?

System: "..." Is this the point? ! Are you listening to its explanation? !

Du Jiu dragged his sour body out of the bed, almost kneeling under his feet, the play of humans and ghosts was terrible, he had experienced what a small death was, it was really terrible.

The only benefit is that it saves the cleaning step.

It was even more terrifying to see the pale and vivid face in the mirror.

"Fortunately, I can't stay in this world for long." He has lingering fears. He needs to do it once every ten days. If he keeps doing this, he will lose more than ten years of life. Moreover, this **** is not good at all. What's the difference.

In such a comparison, he would rather be with Qin Jiuzhao, who has recovered his memory, than with the ghost king, even though the ghost king is much cuter.

Counting the days, there are still twenty days before the end of the plot, which means that you only need to persist for two more times to get out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Never come back to these gods and ghosts in the next world."

System: "You should first think about how to solve the remaining two sessions naturally and unpretentiously."

Du Jiu frowned, let alone, this is really a big problem.

He could do it regardless of his body, anyway, Yan Jiu could only live another twenty days at most, but the ghost king could not do it with him at the risk of dissipating.

It was an accident last night. I guess even the Ghost King himself didn’t expect it. But with the lessons learned from last night, he probably won’t be willing to come a second time. In addition, he hadn’t thought about it before. All he wanted was His soul, it is not easy to want him to take the initiative.

However, Yan Jiu is not an active person in accordance with the person's design. After an accident and a lesson, he will only reflect and be vigilant. How could he make a second mistake.

"Give me some advice."

He was thinking about countermeasures while brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The system pondered for a moment, and then responded with a ding sound: "Yes! Give yourself medicine! I can sponsor Wow with friendship-medicine!"

Du Jiu: "..." Forget it, he should think about it himself.

However, it turns out that he was too concerned.

The King of Ghosts stayed asleep until noon before waking up, and he was wrapped around him almost from the moment he woke up. His eyes were bright and the look was like a wolf dog seeing a bone he likes, and he could not wait for the next second to pounce on him.

Du Jiu took the tonic from the shelf and put it in the cart-the man who was hollowed out couldn't afford to hurt him. Feeling the coldness of the people behind him, his face was expressionless: "When are you going to get off me?!"

He endured it at home, and estrus in the public, even if people can't see it, there are ghosts, okay.

Also, how did he do it all the time! It's not a person, ah, forget it, it's really not a person.

"No." The ghost king hugged him, licking his neck like a puppy, "You are mine."

Du Jiu: "I took back what I thought was called the ."

System: ⊙o⊙)?"

Du Jiu: "It should be called <Teddy Ghost King>!"