I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Shen Mirage originally thought Xiao Li would refuse.

Or hit him angrily, no matter what.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party really thought about it, and then he heard the other party say coldly: "Okay."

Xiao Li smiled after talking, his black eyes seemed to fall into the snowflakes, and his expression was very touching. He always likes to keep a distance with people. Once he gets his initiative to get close, it is like the snow on the horizon. Floating in the palm of your hand.

The light in the kitchen was dim, and Shen Mizhi did not turn on the headlights, only the night light of the range hood above his head was shining brightly.

Shen Mirchi squeezed his hand tightly, hugged him into his arms forcefully, picked off the snowflake, dyed it with love, and became warm and soft.

——Yes, although the time to get along is still short, Shen Mirage has already discovered the hidden side of Xiao Li in private.

In other words, apart from the fact that he was interested enough in the dungeon, Xiao Li was indifferent to other life matters, even with a little childishness.

This includes all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation. For example, he always picks up what to wear without considering the occasion and collocation. For example, if Shen Mirage is absent, he would rather choose to order a takeaway than to cook a meal by himself.

If you ask, you can get Xiao Li's righteous answer: "Now that the takeaway is so developed, it's unnecessary."

Whether it is "unnecessary" or "too lazy to do it," this conclusion is open to question.

However, Shen Mirzhi has no objection to these small problems of his lovers in private, and instead enjoys the ordinary sense of husband and wife that he cooks for each other every day, of course, not now.

The current Shen Mizhi was encircling Xiao Li and pushing him between the corner of the kitchen door and the wall. He rubbed the young man’s delicate face back and forth with the tall bridge of his nose, and asked with solemn eyes: "Then you can open it now. Eat it?"

He could hardly wait for Xiao Li's reply, so he couldn't help kissing the other person.

At first it was gentle, but afterwards, Shen Mirage's movements always became more...

More fierce.

Xiao Li finally found a suitable adjective.

That feeling was as if the world was about to end in the next second, and Shen Mirzhi only had time for this kiss to say goodbye to him, so he used extra force, wanting to swallow him directly.

He is like this every time.

"Okay, okay," Xiao Li let him kiss for a while before patting the other's handsome face hard, "feed me first, and then you, eh?"

Shen Mirage watched Xiao Li leave the range of his arms unhappily.

Xiao Li was about to go to the eggplant in the pot. Before he moved much, he heard the young man saying in a low voice: "That can't be eaten, put it down, I will cook a new dish."

"No need." Xiao Li shook his head, "It's a bit salty. Make a bowl of water before eating."

………

After eating a meal, Shen Mirchi seemed to still be worried about Xiao Li's "Feed him", and his dishwashing action was significantly improved. Xiao Li originally wanted to help him, but he almost smashed a bowl and hurt his fingers. Later, he was driven back by the youth.

He lit the cat for a while, then turned his head to hear the lively recitation from the balcony:

"Ms. Gu once again saw the former Mrs. Gu, but compared to the previous elegant and dignified, her dress became a girl before marriage, wearing a pretty short skirt, and there was another one beside her. A man acted ambiguously towards her!"

"Zong Gu can't bear it anymore. He is so angry that his eyes are cracked. He can't wait to flash directly in front of the woman opposite and question her loudly! Mr. Gu immediately told the driver to stop the car and go to catch—"

Xiao Li opened the balcony door at this moment.

The microphone was interrupted to read, and he floated innocently in the air, turning towards Xiao Li with the sinful manuscript in front of him.

Xiao Li: "Why do you suddenly want to read this again?"

Fu Zige: "Just stay on the balcony and can't watch TV. You can only use it for entertainment."

And Sin Tian has been fiercely resisted and ashamed from the beginning, and now he is numb, and at some point he can already get some fun from Fu Zige's reading.

For example, if Fu Zige reads impassionedly, then the chapter representing Sin Tian is successful. If Fu Zige is weak, the chapter is dull and unable to impress readers, then Sin Tian will revise the text, and the two ghosts will fight each other. The blow fell into a pair of partners.

"Why don't you watch TV?" Xiao Li stepped aside and asked puzzledly.

Fu Zige jumped a little higher and looked into the kitchen. After confirming that the kitchen door was closed, he whispered: "I'm a little scared of your boyfriend. He is even scarier than the ghosts in the copies I have seen. When I was...very..."

He said intermittently.

Since Shen Mirage moved here, Fu Zige has changed the base from the sofa to the balcony.Because one night, when Xiao Li came out wet in his pajamas and sat next to him, Shen Mirage looked at him as if he wanted it to be frightened on the spot, and the microphone rolled into the balcony on the spot.

Fu Zige didn't say anything, he asked pitifully: "He will always live here?"

Xiao Li comforted him: "Well, you have to get used to him."

"But I think he wants to kill me." Fu Zige said in horror, "Don't say it's me, there should be all creatures close to you..."

With Xiao Li's presence and absence, Shen Mirage was completely two people.

"No," Xiao Li said softly, holding the microphone, placing it in the old seat on the sofa, "He won't annoy me."

Fu Zige rolled back into the gap of the sofa, feeling the long-lost softness, and said coyly, "Really?"

Xiao Li nodded at him.

The microphone believed him very much, and Fu Zige reassured him and watched the variety show recorded by him again.

As night fell, the night enveloped the earth. The residential buildings in the distance were lit up one by one, and the patter of rain slapped on the glass windows, but did not bring the bleak moisture into the house and were isolated from the outside. .

After finishing the housework, Shen Mirage habitually sat next to Xiao Li, reaching out to hug him.

Xiao Li didn't hide, he leaned into the other's arms, and simply turned to lie on the young man's lap, looked away from the TV in front of him, and looked up at Shen Mirage.

The intrusive hair slipped from the boy's forehead, revealing his delicate facial features completely. The tail of his eye seemed to be perched with a butterfly, flapping its wings with each eyelash flapping.

Shen Mirzhi stretched out his hand like bewitched and touched Xiao Li's eyelashes.

Xiao Li held his hand midway.

Shen Mirage curled up his lips: "Didn't you say you want to feed me?"

"It depends on your answer." Xiao Li squeezed the man's hand.

Shen Mirage's smile gradually deepened: "Okay, you know everything you want to ask."

Xiao Li didn't look at his face. He looked at the chandelier overhead in the living room. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that large and small halos spread out from the chandelier and fell to the ground.

"What kind of god are you?" Xiao Li asked after a long time.

Whenever he mentioned this topic, Shen Mirage held his hand instead. He seemed to be more anxious than Xiao Li who asked the question. He was afraid that Xiao Li would leave him: "...I was born too early. Deep sleep, only woke up a few days ago, without title."

"title?"

"Well, like Nykes, the night is her title. I don't come out often, so I don't have a title." Shen Mirage said in a calm tone.

Xiao Li rolled over on his thigh, "Go on."

He didn't ask specific questions. Shen Mirzhi could only pick from his own common sense something he thought Xiao Li would be interested in: "Those titled gods, except for the main god, are basically not very strong. The fraud is that he every day Doing nothing, running back and forth in every world, all to fool humans."

...But never forget to put eye drops on the "rival in love".

Xiao Li couldn't laugh or cry. Seeing that Shen Mirage was about to say that it was the criticizing meeting of the god of fraud, he quickly stopped: "I don't care about fraud."

Shen Mirage stopped.

Xiao Li stared at him: "I read a passage in the library of the adjudication prison. It said that gods were once ghosts."

"Indeed." Shen Zhidao, his appearance looks exactly like ordinary humans, even more like humans than some of them. He patiently explained the origin of the gods to the lovers on his knees, as if saying A story that has nothing to do with him, "In the beginning, the world was chaotic, supporting the Stygian Abyss, but it happened that the world was violent, the Styx overturned, the abyss fell, the chaos shattered, and countless ghosts came out."

Stygian overturned...

When Xiao Li heard this, he suddenly remembered the horizon phantom that he saw when he first entered the instance, that is, countless black shadows ran out of a river of sky.

"The powerful existence among them, seizing this opportunity, swallowed the fragmented chaos, salvaged the phantom of the Styx, reborn, and became a god."

"Gods were once ghosts, and naturally they need the power of rules to nourish them. Therefore, they borrowed the power of chaos and used order to construct a copy of reincarnation. Because of this, they can obtain the power they need from each world."

Xiao Li listened carefully: "What about reality?"

Shen Mirage was silent for a while and said: "Reality is a well. It is the turning point where the chaos once supported the world, causing the power of the gods to not spread to reality."

Because of this, reality can survive to the present.

"The barrier that protects it is now weakened a little bit, until the mouth of the well is completely dug up by the power of the god, and a hand will fall into the well.

well.

Xiao Li nodded thoughtfully, just like the description that appeared in the world of Sintian's novels, and if it were to that point, reality would move toward the fate of Atlantis.

The microphone over there listened to their conversation, was frightened, shivered and rolled around Xiao Li.

Shen Mirage noticed its movement and suddenly turned his head to look at the microphone. Before he could speak, Xiao Li raised his hand and covered his mouth: "Don't speak, be nice to them."

"I don't like you being kind to them," Shen Mirage said in a low voice, as if a little bit aggrieved. He is like a big cat who acts like a baby to his master. "You are better to them than to me."

"You are different." Xiao Li thought for a while and gave this answer.

Shen Mirage squinted his pale eyes and asked threateningly: "Where is it different?"

It seemed that if Xiao Li's answer could not satisfy him, he would directly throw the opponent down.

Xiao Li said: "They are friends and you are boyfriend."