The entire body of the vixen was trembling at a frequency visible to the naked eye. He was shaking so hard that even Chu He felt that if he continued to shake like this, he would be able to spit out his inner alchemy in the next second.

But Xiao Hu himself didn't feel that his mind was blank, and he didn't even know that the Demon Lord raised his hand and pressed it down at his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"——Okay," Chu He suddenly started to speak.

His voice was very special. The moment he opened his mouth, it was like a light splitting the chaos. The vixen was shocked, and the cold air in his internal organs surged, and he woke up in an instant!

The Demon Lord's hand stopped in the air, and Chu He said, "Go and serve the Second Young Master."

The vixen didn't even dare to look up at the Demon Lord, and he almost hit the door when he was robbing the way, but he couldn't even feel the pain and ran out staggeringly.

"..." The Demon Lord turned around and said lightly: "You really don't pick on anything."

Chu He smiled and re-buttoned the shirt buttons one by one. He was wearing a pale and plain face, but when he smiled and tied the buttons, the expression felt like it was indescribable, making it difficult to look away.

"I can't even do you," he said with a smile. "Of course I don't pick anything."

The hem of the embroidered gold-black robe made a strange and slight friction sound as his footsteps hit the carpet. In fact, he did not have three heads and six arms as he had been circulating in the underground world for a long time, and it was not even ugly or terrible. If he restrained his magic breath and walked on the street as a human, he would not even attract much attention except that he was different from ordinary people.

"I don't understand at all," the Demon Lord asked very interested, "Are you still worried about the nine-tailed fox? Is it because he is really mean, or is it because you still think he and Zhou Hui are really that apart?"

Chu He whispered: "Fanluo, do you think Zhou Hui led six groups to encircle Hells to suppress Hells? Is it because you are also very mean, or is it because he also suspects that you have such an affair with me?"

The Demon Lord Fanluo thought for a while and smiled and said, "I can't think of it, maybe it's both - but if it were me, my wife would have run away with her mortal enemy, this tone would probably be quite unbearable."

Chu He picked up the bowl of sugar water on the table that was brought by the vixen, walked to the bathroom and splashed it, saying, "We are not the kind of relationship you imagined."

When he walked, his steps were very steady, his waist was naturally straight, and his figure looked very elegant and graceful. Fanluo leaned against the door of the bathroom, raised his eyebrows and stared at his back, his eyes in the light and shadow were dark; however, Chu He seemed to have no feeling at all, suddenly said: "By the way, I told your evil ghosts not to enter the main house - I wandered outside Zhangshun's room last night, and was seen by my cooking aunt, and I almost scared to death. I got up in the middle of the night and called her for three or four hours of soul..."

As soon as he raised his head, Fanluo appeared silently behind him, pressing his naked and exposed neck with one hand.

“Continue.”

"... Today I had to pour a basin of dirty water on my brother who ran naked in the middle of the night before I wiped it over. Tell your evil ghosts not to cause trouble for Zhang Shun, I am the only brother."

Fanluo's lips pressed against his neck, and his laughter sounded a little dull: "I remember... it was the first time I saw you."

"Then you should still remember what I said that time."

"Remember." Fanluo said leisurely, as if he thought it was very interesting: "I was just thinking... You said that if Zhou Hui knew your current situation, would he want to kill the demon again, or would he want to destroy the Buddha again?"

Chu He had a strange look on his face, but before he could speak, he heard that the door of the study outside was knocked twice.

"Brother? Are you in there?"

Before Chu He could speak, the Demon Lord suddenly bit his neck!

As blood gushed out, Chu He grabbed the edge of the pool and groaned hard and unconcealed.

"Brother?" Zhang Shun shouted outside the door.

——Fanluo's canine teeth penetrated his blood vessels deeply. Because he couldn't suck it, a wisp of blood flowed down his half-naked back, shocking on his pale skin. Chu He gasped slightly, raised his head to say something, but opened his mouth several times and closed his mouth tremblingly.

The Demon Lord bit the small piece of particularly soft flesh on his neck and said, "Answer him."

"..." Chu He took a deep breath intermittently and sang: "I'm here! What?"

Zhang Shun's voice outside the door sounded a little confused: "Xiao Hu took a step forward and said that he accidentally disturbed you just now, and asked me to apologize to you! What are you doing?"

"……I see!"

"What's going on? What are you doing? Open the door!"

Fanluo's dull laughter could hardly be concealed. Chu He could no longer bear it and turned around and shouted, "I said I understand!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Open the door! Brother!"

"Get out and go to bed!"

Zhang Shun was obviously shocked. He blinked his eyes outside the door a few times before he said inexplicably: "Is he so angry... he is masturbating?"

Although this was a murmur, it must be hidden from the ears of the two people in the door. The Demon Lord almost laughed on Chu He, and smiled and stroked his palms, "Your brother is such a wonderful person - don't worry whether Zhou Hui likes him or not, I like him very much, hahaha..."

Chu He gasped and raised his clothes. The piece of flesh that had been sucked by blood had automatically healed, leaving only a red mark like a kiss mark, with bright blood around him.

The process of directly opening the inner pill to others to absorb spiritual power exhausted him. After a while, he was unable to grasp the Demon Lord's hand and "let go."

His fingers were as cold as ice.

Fanluo stood and he leaned over slightly. The Demon Lord stared at his side face in this condescending posture. After watching for a long time, he whispered: "I still miss your real face very much..."

Chu He said: "Let go!"

——Although he has fallen to the point where he has nowhere to live, and even his true body cannot be found, his unreversible aura can still be clearly revealed from the most subtle places.

The Demon Lord did not move, and after a while, he slowly pulled his hand out from his naked waist under his clothes.

"Okay," he smiled, "everything is what you want."

·

When Zhang Shun returned to the bedroom, he couldn't help but imagine the scene of his brother masturbating in the study alone, which felt a little horrible.

In his impression, Chu He is a silent, self-disciplined, calm and almost indifferent person: he is never surprised, excited, neither happy nor angry, and has few emotional fluctuations. He never has contact with the opposite sex, and even respects the intimacy from the same sex; his whole body is like ice cubes wrapped in a delicately tailored black suit, and even in the hot summer, it emits a chill that does not melt for years.

Such a person was a ascetic in ancient times, and a Puritan in the Middle Ages. Zhang Shun once doubted badly whether he had any indescribable hidden dangers, but one year when the two brothers went to the hot springs, he took the opportunity to see it, and it seemed that it was not abnormal.

Zhang Shun was a little upset about his brother.

When he knew that his father was still there, he was a little scared of this adopted son with a different surname.

Chu He is said to have been brought into the door by his second-married wife from outside when his father remarried. The reason why he is called "it is said" is because Zhang Shun had never seen his nominal stepmother. At that time, he was five or six years old and was sent abroad to live with his grandparents for a while. When he came back, he heard that his stepmother died of an accident.

Chairman Zhang became a widower for the second time, and he completely stopped marrying again. He got along with his two children alone. At that time, although Zhang Shun was still young, he had already known under the influence of the people around him that Chu He was an adopted son, and he was an adopted son who might threaten his heir status. Children don’t know what inheritance rights mean, but they still have instinctive care and food; under the instigation of the people around him, they did embarrass Chu He, a cheap brother.

When Chairman Zhang found out, he was furious and called him to change the people around him, and scolded him: "Chu He is your brother! Since you have called him brother, you will treat him as your biological brother in this life!"

Zhang Shun was the most rebellious moment and immediately spoke back: "I don't have this cheap brother, I don't recognize him! If you like to recognize him, you will recognize him!"

In a fit of anger, Chairman Zhang practiced the monk's law. He beat Zhang Shun to tears with a leash and fried pork with pork. He couldn't get out of bed for half a month. This was not over yet. From then on, the old chairman would just catch Zhang Shun and nag, which made Zhang Shun more and more dislike Chu He, but he didn't dare to do anything else.

Everyone says that Chairman Zhang is biased towards adoptive son, which makes his parents and children afraid, so he is timid with his brother.

Only Zhang Shun knows that it is not the case.

He still remembered that late at night when he was beaten, he woke up in a daze from pain and thirst, but heard a soft conversation coming from the bed. He immediately pretended to be still asleep without moving, secretly opening his eyes a crack, and saw Chu He, who was a teenager, sitting in the armchair, Chairman Zhang stood on the ground, bowing down, and his expression was very... humble.

He never imagined that his father could be associated with Qiangong, but at that moment, the first thing that emerged in the young Zhang Shun's heart was indeed this word.

"...Ashun is still young, and pranks are limited. If you beat him like this, it seems that I can't tolerate others..."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I will definitely not be able to--"

There was a silence in the bedroom. Zhang Shun was afraid that he would be discovered, so he immediately closed his eyes and kept motionless, making a slight and steady breathing sound.

"No next time," Chu He stood up and walked out, "——You can beat the Buddha's bones in nature?"

Chairman Zhang was behind him, and his underwear was soaked with cold sweat. Chu He walked to the door and pointed at Zhang Shun on the bed without looking back, saying, "He is thirsty, feed him some water."

...

Everything that night was so real in Zhang Shun's childhood memory that it was so clear that it became a bit fake. Many years later, he could not tell whether it was a real conversation or a hallucination caused by pain and high fever; he only knew that his father had never touched himself after all, and Chu He was always respectful to his father in front of him, and never had the kind of condescending and domineering look.

But from then on, he felt a little bit in his heart - his father was afraid of Chu He.

This feeling is hard to describe, let alone prove it, and it even seems very nonsense. However, although Zhang Shun never ran to his father to verify it, nor did he mention it to anyone; this vague guess and feeling has always been deeply rooted in his heart and has not disappeared over the years.

Maybe it was because Xiao Hu left that night and Zhang Shun slept alone. In a trance, he tossed and turned many dreams. One of the dreams was that he was a child who had a bad move against Chu He. He tricked him to the warehouse late at night with the excuse of getting lost in the mansion, turned off the power switch and locked him all night. The reality was that he sneaked back to the bedroom to sleep. Chu He was locked until the next morning before the servant found out and released him. However, in the dream, he returned to the dark warehouse and quietly looked at his brother in the dark.

Chu He faced him sideways, sitting cross-legged in a brilliant lotus. His face was peaceful and peaceful, with a soft halo like white jade; he was surrounded by ghosts, and all of them were lying on the ground. There were countless souls in the distance, rushing towards him with long crying from the vast dark night.

Zhang Shun floated in the air in a daze until Chu He opened his eyes and looked at him, asking softly: "Did you dream?"

Zhang Shun nodded without knowing what to say.

"The Zhang family has made money," Chu He said softly, "I saved this dead soul by you that day."

Zhang Shun's pupils opened slightly, and his brother flicked his forehead and said, "Go back and sleep."

Zhang Shun fell into a messy dream again, and then his eyes changed and turned into a white hospital ward. Chairman Zhang, who was so thin that he was discolored, was panting hard on the hospital bed.

"Ashun..." He held his only son's hand tightly, "I have left the family business to you, your brother... From now on, you have to rely on him to take care of him, and treat him as your biological brother..."

Every word was like rubbing bloody sand, and the light of life in his father's eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

"You have to listen carefully and listen to his words...Ping An and Sustainable, you have to be...Ping An and Sustainable for the rest of your life..."

His father loosened his hands and closed his eyes.

Zhang Shun's whole body trembled. He wanted to cry but couldn't cry. He felt a sour blood clot in his throat, and even his saliva was filled with fiery blood.

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid," Chu He whispered when he appeared behind him, "He's going to reincarnate."

Zhang Shun choked and asked, "You - what, how do you know? Why do you..."

Chu He sighed softly, "I just know."

Zhang Shun's voice was blocked, his eyes were red, and his temples were as painful as if they were drilled by a bead. He gritted his teeth and held back his tears, turned his head to look at his father on the hospital bed, wanting to see him for the last time.

——And then he saw that his father's eyes were opened at some point, and two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down.

"Zhang Shun..." He heard his father screaming quietly, "Zhang Shun, come here, Zhang Shun..."
To be continued...