After Marrying the Evil God

Chapter 3 Premeditated

This sentence was like pressing a switch. The temperature in the room rose suddenly, and Fu Mingye picked up the person sideways. Qi Baicha hugged the person’s neck and buried his face in his arms, with long hanging eyelashes covering the dim light in his eyes.

This is not the first time. It was a nervous first time, and even made a joke—and it didn’t work out in the end.

Qi Baicha has been in love with Fu Mingye for two years and married for one year. When the love is strong, it is inevitable that there will be time to wipe, gun, go, fire. The most overwhelming time was on a rainy night, when the two hadn’t lived together, they were dating in the amusement park and having fun all day. When it started to rain at night, Fu Mingye drove Qi Baicha home and kept sending people upstairs.

It was raining heavily outside, pouring down like a pour, and the sound of crackling rain hit the throbbing heart. After Fu Mingye sent the man home, he was about to turn around and go downstairs, his sleeves caught off guard.

He turned his head and saw the thin and beautiful young man’s lips flutter, his voice was very soft, but he clearly passed through the heavy rain to agitate his eardrums: “The rain is so heavy… Stay.”

Everything is messed up.

They all know what this means. There is a word for rain or shine. Heavy rain will never be an obstacle. Fu Mingye has a raincoat and an umbrella. After going downstairs, he can get into the car directly. No matter how bad he is, he will never get a drop of rain.

But heavy rain can also be an excuse.

In the face of the ambiguous signal sent by the youth, heavy rain can be an excuse to stay grandiose.

Fu Mingye could have refused, but he chose to enter the door again and kissed the person against the door.

…You can imagine what happened later. From the living room to the bedroom, they were entangled and torn all the way, their clothes fell to the ground, and they kissed inextricably. Fu Mingye still remembered that human bodies are very fragile. He asked the youth if he could bear it. The youth froze for a moment, panting and saying, “Clean up beforehand.”

Qi Baicha is talking nonsense. God does not eat grains and does not need to clean up the body at all. But now he can only say that, it seems that he has been prepared.

When Fu Mingye heard the answer, his eyes darkened.

He smiled and said, “I really doubt that you calculated this rain, Mr. Qi.”

That really wronged him. Qi Baicha closed his eyes and thought, he doesn’t care about rain.

What is beating in the chest? Is it shocking? The heart of the Snow God is exquisite and clear, cold and quiet, as it has been for thousands of years.

Now this heart is not under his control.

The invitation to stay was impulsive and uncontrollable, but he didn’t regret it either. This kind of uncontrollable feeling is very strange, Qi Baicha thought, when it’s over, he has to find some initiative.

How could he be planted on a mortal who is still younger than himself.

So he pretended to look like a veteran in love: “I have seen the weather forecast and made an appointment for today.”

“Mr. Fu, I did plan a long time ago.”

Fu Mingye squinted his eyes, “Really?”

“Yes it is.”

“But Mr. Qi.” Fu Mingye jokingly said, “Your face is so red that you dare not look at me. I still hear your rapid heartbeat.”

Qi Baicha paused and turned his head away: “The first time I planned this kind of thing, I was a little nervous.”

“Relax.” Fu Mingye gently kissed his heart, “I accept your plan.”

Up to this point, all events are in line with the development of idol dramas.

What happened after that turned the idol drama into a comedy in an instant.

At the critical moment, the two sides awakened suddenly and stopped at the same time, sitting on the bed silently.

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After a long while, Qi Baicha suffocated a sentence: “I have hemorrhoids.”

Fu Mingye said at the same time: “I am Yang. Ao.”

Qi Baicha: “…”

Fu Mingye: “…”

The scene was very embarrassing.

At the last moment, they simultaneously remembered that the mortal body could not bear the union with the gods. If you don’t want to hurt the other person, you have to seal most of your power to ensure that it won’t affect your lover’s body.

What a mistake.

After the impulsive rollover, neither of them mentioned anything about bed.

The **** of nature was born strong, and it took a long time for Qi Baicha to seal the divine power to one ten thousandth of the original before daring to have a try with Fu Mingye on the wedding night.

The result is beyond imagination.

That night, Qi Baicha said shamefully to Fu Mingye that his hemorrhoids had been cured, and Fu Mingye happily answered that his impotence was also cured.

Then… Qi Baicha was tossed so hard that he could really get hemorrhoids.

It hurts so much, how could it hurt so much.

How could Fu Mingye be so bad alive?

What makes Qi Baicha even more puzzling is that he is a divine body, even if his strength is only one ten thousandth, even if this youth is not his true appearance, the strength of his body is far beyond the reach of mortals.

It would be a miracle that he didn’t hurt Fu Mingye, and Fu Mingye could hurt him.

Incredible.

In fact, Fu Mingye was frightened when he saw Qi Baicha’s face pale.

He has sealed his strength to one in ten thousand, just for fear of hurting his frail little wife. He didn’t expect Chacha to still hurt like this.

Seeing the pale face of the always gentle and tough young man, shrinking on the bed and biting his lip indifferently, Fu Mingye felt so distressed that it burst into tears, for fear of Qi Baicha’s body problem.

He kept asking Qi Baicha what he felt uncomfortable, and he had to tell him if he felt uncomfortable.

After Qi Baicha slowed down, a pillow slammed on Fu Mingye, and said angrily: “Come and touch me after I have practiced the technique!”

Fu Mingye was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously answered: “But I can only practice with you?”

The conscience of heaven and earth, although Lord Cthulhu has lived for countless years, he has always been single because of his critical eyesight. He thinks that the gods are respectable, the human souls are dirty, the demons and ghosts are ugly…In short, none of them are attractive.

Unexpectedly, after long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live the iron tree blooms, fell in love with a clean soul, body and mind are all accounted for.

Natural technology is not much better.

Qi Baicha looked even more annoyed when he heard this.

Fu Mingye couldn’t forget the cold eyes. He felt that the little wife might even have the heart to kill her husband at a certain moment.

Fortunately, Master Snow God, who has experienced the world, will not cast a psychological shadow on this matter. The day before, I was so angry that I didn’t want to care about Fu Mingye, but the next day he threw himself into her husband’s arms and acted softly.

No way, the life of the lover is too short, and there is no time to waste on anger. Qi Baicha thought sullenly when he embraced Fu Mingye.

He wants to cherish every day he spends with Mr. Fu.

Fu Mingye was flattered at the time, and felt a little more pity for the little wife in his arms.

Cha Cha has such a good temper, he is a little angel.

He must treat tea well.

The determined Cthulhu master worked hard, studied hard, read countless films, and finally evolved from a novice to a veteran driver, and lived a happy and harmonious husband life with his little human wife.

I believe that today, they will also have a wonderful night.

Fu Mingye carried the person into the bedroom. The jacket and tie were thrown in the living room, leaving only a thin shirt, which was quickly taken off, revealing a figure with smooth texture and beautiful lines.

He looks thin when he wears clothes, and there is flesh when he undresses, and he is probably talking about Fu Mingye.

He is very tall, 1.8.9 meters tall, and his skin is not the honey or wheatish color popular among handsome men, but very fair. Whether it is the slightly picked eyes of Ruifeng, or the thin lips that are born with a little upturned, they tend to be more beautiful than handsome.

The beauty is a bit evil.

God will be born and raised tomorrow, men and women, except for a few strange aesthetics, are first-class beauties.

He was originally the turbid energy of the Chaos Period, spiritual but invisible. After all things are born, they give birth to forms due to the desires of all things, and after human beings appear, they are conceived into gods by the evil thoughts of human beings. Regarding the age of becoming a god, he is an extremely young god. But in terms of the age of survival, it is older than all the gods of nature, but the gestation time is too long, and the life is delayed to become a younger brother.

The evil **** is not an evil god, but a **** who listens to the evil thoughts of the world. Good thoughts and evil thoughts are in the same thought. It is good to deny oneself for others and pray for the common people, but it is evil to harm others and benefit oneself and insatiable greed. But all things have greed, even the gods cannot guarantee the purity of the six roots. Some evil thoughts are not unforgivable. Fu Mingye doesn’t mind mutual benefit with all beings.

Cthulhu is just an ordinary position in the gods. However, because of the nature of his profession, he is exposed to something negative energy every day, and the Cthulhu’s personality is also perverse and evil, and a little misogynistic.

He is a maverick, can’t play with the mainstream gods, and is the most free and arrogant god.

He is strong, and his followers are all living and dead, and he is the most powerful **** of prayer.

Of course, all these fancy names are now inferior to the tea-tea husband, the tea-tea lover, the tea-tea licking. Dog…

Fu Mingye kissed Qi Baicha’s fingertips, his eyes lingering over the young snow-white slender waist.

His tea is so beautiful that it is not mortal.

As a true Snow God, no one is qualified to say that he is white and beautiful in front of Qi Baicha.

Qi Baicha can feel the trembling of the fingertips. He loves this person, so he can give the most honest response to every kiss of the person in front of him.

He snorted, and whispered, “…Mingye.”

The atmosphere in the room is on fire.

Fu Mingye clasped his five fingers and kissed every inch of him.

They hug, kiss, intimacy, eye contact, ears, temples, squats, rubs, like any couple in the world.

They are also true, they are an enviable pair of gods and relatives who are unparalleled in the world.

After tasting delicious pre-dinner desserts, just as Fu Mingye was about to start enjoying tonight’s dinner, a cell phone ringing suddenly interrupted the fiery atmosphere in the room.

The movements of the two were stagnant at the same time, and their senses quickly cooled down.

Fu Mingye said, “Your call.”

Although he was very unhappy to be disturbed at this time, Fu Mingye always left Qi Baicha a personal space to deal with his own affairs, and would not use his divine power to spy on his lover’s privacy.

Although Fu Mingye has no love experience except for Qi Baicha, he has heard the appeals and prayers of the world countless times, and many of them are the distresses encountered in love. Some of them can’t love it, some have loved and didn’t cherish it, and they want to reunite but cannot recover.

It’s normal to have problems in love. But Fu Mingye was an evil god, and all he heard were evil thoughts. So what he hears every day is not the ignorant questions of young boys and girls, but “how can I make him unable to leave me, can he kidnap him and interrupt his leg to accompany me forever?” “God, bless me, let her be a real boyfriend? Go die, so I can get her.” “Is there any way to stop her getting divorced, I haven’t finished transferring the joint property of the husband and wife”…and so on.

People’s hearts are really interesting things, but they are boring when they see too much. He couldn’t pay attention to such demands.

It’s not for justice, just don’t care. Satisfying these filthy souls does not bring him much supernatural power, and those rat generations simply cannot afford to pay a precious price.

God loves the world. This is the nature that natural law bestows on most gods.

Divinity is something that is more etched into the bone marrow and difficult to change than human nature. The law endows the Snow God with gentleness, holiness, clarity and cleanliness, and compassion for all sentient beings. Qi Baicha is such a deity.

But the evil **** hates the world.

Wanton, perverse, cynical, hate everything. This is the nature given to the evil **** by the laws of nature.

For thousands of years, I have been listening to such despicable and gloomy thoughts. Lord Cthulhu feels that he is just disgusting with the world and has not been blackened to the point of extinction, and he has given the world a lot of face. The law should give him a “Most Toughest Mind Award”.

However, after encountering Qi Baicha, the world became gentle and lovely. The noble Cthulhu Lord felt that he could barely stay in the world for tea and deal with these stupid mortals.

Closer to home, there are many similar troubles, and Fu Mingye summed up a set of experiences. If you love someone, you want to possess him, and you want to keep someone close to you all the time; if you love someone for a long time, you must respect him and know how to give each other appropriate space.

So what was interrupted at the critical moment… he, one, point, all, no, anger, anger.

“give.”

Fu Mingye, who barely suppressed his anger after a long story in his heart, handed the mobile phone on the bedside table to Qi Baicha empathetically and said the simplest word.

Qi Baicha picked up the cell phone, and the caller showed Zhuang Jingyi’s parents.

Zhuang Jingyi was the first female student he met in the cake shop to greet him.

At this point, the parent of the student called, something must have happened.

Qi Baicha answered the phone, and before the word “Hello” was spoken, a woman cried anxiously on the other side of the phone: “Teacher Qi, I am Jingyi’s mother, and Jingyi is not home yet. Do you know her? Where did you go?”