Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

"And then..." Liu Qingjun casually pulled a chair to sit down, propped his chin, "look at your fortune."

Gu Bai

This master is too unreliable!

Gu Bai looked up and drank the juice of Shenxi grass. The taste was ok, a little sour and a little sweet.

It was originally a cold liquid, but after drinking it into the stomach, it gave birth to some warmth.

As time went on, the heat became hotter and hotter, and Gu Bai almost felt that he would be burned.

He was sweating all over with pain and looked at Liu Qingjun, who was well prepared for his spare time.

Liu Qingjun shook his head and said, "this is your destiny. I can't help you."

Then I have to restrain myself

Gu Bai clenched his teeth, and all his senses became pain.

He could only feel the burning pain in his abdomen, as if it were burning with fire. He wanted to burn his soul.

I don't know how long after that, Gu Bai clearly realized that the pain slowed down a little, and instead, it was a cool cold.

Very few, very shallow, but still make him feel comfortable for a long time.

Gu Bai closed his eyes tightly, so he didn't see it. On him, there was a faint blue halo. Halo along his body meridian flow, outlines a strange pattern.

Liu Qingjun stares at the light blue light. He clenches his sleeve tightly with his fingers. After a long time, he slowly closes his eyes and laughs at himself After all, I came back. "

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GU Bai woke up before dawn.

His consciousness gradually recovered, his fingertips could touch the soft mattress, the burning sensation in his body had disappeared, and his body was a little light.

He could feel the aura flowing in his body.

Gu Baiping was lying on his back. He opened his eyes to the window.

The dim moonlight fell on the ground. It seemed that something flashed in my mind, but I couldn't see it clearly.

After all What is it

He wanted to catch the light, but he couldn't recall it. The more you think about it, the more headache you have.

Gu Bai couldn't help but hiss.

"Waking up so early, I thought you had to sleep till tomorrow afternoon."

Then he heard the familiar languid tone.

"Master?" Gu baipiantou to see, only to find the corner hidden in a blue shirt.

When Xu just woke up, Liu Qingjun rubbed his eyes and pulled the corner of his mouth: "you sleep well, poor teacher. I can only spend the night in this reclining chair."

Gu Bai was a little guilty when he saw him. He lifted the quilt and drilled into it to make room.

He patted the bed and bent his eyes to Liu Qingjun with a smile: "master, sleep."

Liu Qingjun was stunned.

It seemed that the man appeared again in front of him when he was still a teenager. One eye is very bright, black as paint, but it is curved when laughing.

So the line of sight will be firmly attracted by that pair of eyebrows, and a little red mole between the eyebrows will also be vivid.

The boy always smiles when he looks at him.

He also gave up half of the bed, and then patted the bed, Lang Lang as star: "elder martial brother, sleep here."

Liu Qingjun closed his eyes and opened them again. Only Gu Bai was looking at him.

The youth in memory, like an unknown dream, dissipates gently.

Liu Qingjun sighed. He should have been used to it for so many years.

In the end, he lay down on the edge of Gu Bai.

In fact, since his practice, meditation has long replaced sleep, but he still keeps the habit of sleeping at night.

Habits are always hard to change.