Huo Chuyun held his hand in the palm of his hand and listened to him quietly, "So you were investigating Lu family and Huo family in the study last night?"
Lu Xingchen nodded and looked at Huo Chuyun fawningly.
Huo Chuyun sighed deeply, "The reason why you were so anxious last night and wanted to pull out the person who wanted to harm me from the computer was because of the bloody disaster that the Daoist said. He told you that I would die, right?"
When Huo Chuyun saw Lu Xingchen looking out the window and unwilling to speak, he knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Baby, you haven't told me how Buddhist prayer beads will resolve my crisis. What are you hiding?"
Lu Xingchen tilted his head and refused to meet his gaze. He couldn't say that if he said that he would use his luck to help Huo Chuyun resolve the crisis, Huo Chuyun would definitely not agree.
Huo Chuyun felt Lu Xingchen's hand stiffen slightly and coaxed softly.
"Baby, we are lovers. We have to discuss anything together. You can't handle it alone. It's not fair to me. If something happens to you, I will blame myself, so is it okay to tell me?"
Lu Xingchen appeared in his mind. In his dream, Huo Chuyun heard that he had lost an eye, and tears of self-blame fell from the end of his eyes. He struggled in his heart, bit his lip and turned his head, looking at Huo Chuyun in compromise.
"Then you promise me first, no matter what I say, Buddhist prayer beads will not be taken off."
"Okay, I promise you." Huo Chuyun saw that Lu Xingchen was willing to speak out and immediately agreed.
"Old Mr. said that I have done all the good deeds in my past life and this life, and I have more luck than I can use up in this life. If we both wear a string of Buddhist prayer beads, your disaster will be transferred to me..."
Before he finished speaking, Huo Chuyun frowned, and as quickly as lightning, he took off the Buddhist prayer beads from his and Lu Xingchen's hands, walked quickly to the window, and prepared to throw Buddhist prayer beads down.
"Brother Chu, no!" Lu Xingchen reacted quickly, lifted the quilt, ran out of bed barefoot, and rushed forward to grab Huo Chuyun's hand, "You just promised me that you would wear it all the time."
"Baby, let go! You like Buddhist prayer beads. I'll ask someone to send two more strings to your home. You can't keep these two strings."
Lu Xingchen pulled Huo Chuyun's elbow. Huo Chuyun was afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to move. He could only turn around and hug him to coax.
"That Daoist priest is a liar. He dares to say such ridiculous things! Give back your luck and your past and present lives!"
"Brother Chu!" Seeing that he was still about to throw Buddhist prayer beads, Lu Xingchen shouted hurriedly, "He knows that I am not from this world. He said that I will not die and nothing big will happen to me. Brother Chu, you throw Buddhist prayer beads..."
"Is that the point?"
Huo Chuyun's eyes were red and he shouted loudly towards Lu Xingchen for the first time.
"I don't need you to sacrifice yourself to protect me, can you understand? Lu Xingchen You always say you love me and love me, but I also love you. I am your husband. It would be more uncomfortable for you to be hurt than to cut out my heart!"
Lu Xingchen stood there, with tears in his eyes, twirling his fingers gently, looking at him helplessly.
Huo Chuyun knew that he had said something harsh, so he wiped his face, gently pulled him into his arms, and kissed his forehead apologetically, "I'm sorry, baby, I spoke harshly just now. I apologize to you. I shouldn't be mean to you, it's my fault."
Lu Xingchen sobbed softly in his arms. He knew it was his fault. He should not have presumed to make decisions for Huo Chuyun without permission. Carrying it alone on his shoulders, he suddenly confessed and felt relieved instantly.
It's just that who knows that his lover is in a bloody disaster, so he can feel relieved. He doesn't want anything to happen to Huo Chuyun, just like Huo Chuyun doesn't want him to get hurt.
The two discussed it and decided that the best way was to invite Old Mr. to his home to ask questions.
"What are you doing? Men don't kiss each other. Don't touch me! If you have the ability, let me go. I'll show you Escape Technique."
A few days ago, the unshaven Old Mr. got his savings back and tidied them up a bit. He looked pretty presentable, but he was being carried by two men in black with one arm each, which made him look a little embarrassed.
Huo Chuyun waved his hand, and the two men in black let go of Old Mr. in a well-trained manner.
Lu Xingchen sat on the sofa and looked at him with a smile, "Old Mr. Long time no see, I'm sorry."
"Little baby, you asked these people to catch the old man?" Old Mr. was not happy for a second when he saw an acquaintance, but immediately his face drooped and he said unhappily.
"Old Mr. ran too fast that day. There are still some things I haven't asked clearly. I came to you today just to ask you more questions." Lu Xingchen explained.
Old Mr. looked at the low-key and luxurious decoration in the house. He sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, grabbed a handful of cherries on the table, put it into his mouth and chewed, "I made it clear enough that day. Is there anything else you want to ask, little kid?"
"Old Mr., you said that if we wear Buddhist prayer beads, we can resolve the crisis. How will my lover be affected?" Huo Chuyun pressed Lu Xingchen's hand and asked.
Old Mr. counted his fingers and sneered, "You are a black boy who asked this question. No matter what answer you get, you will not let the little baby wear Buddhist prayer beads. Then why do you ask me?"
When Lu Xingchen heard the "pop", he saw Huo Chuyun showing a guilty conscience and hit Huo Chuyun unhappily, "Brother Chu, we just agreed, if I am less affected, you will wear Buddhist prayer beads."
Huo Chuyun saw Lu Xingchen was angry and patted him on the back to coax him, "Baby, I haven't said anything yet. Let's ask first. Don't be angry. Being angry will hurt your body. I definitely didn't mean it."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... or this is the end for you? I dragged this old man here just to see you show your affection, and bully this old man for having no wife, right?"
Old Mr. stared at them and slammed the cane on the ground.
Lu Xingchen looked at him apologetically and pushed a bank card on the table, "Old Mr., there are five million in this card. As long as you solve our confusion, you can take it away."
Old Mr. glanced at him disdainfully and put the card neatly in his pocket, "Ahem, I'm not a money-grubbing person. Just ask. As long as I know everything, I know everything."
"Can you tell me how I will be affected specifically?" Lu Xingchen took Huo Chuyun's hand and asked.
"Hey, it won't have a big impact, it will cause amnesia for a period of time. Little baby, I have already told you that you have so much luck that you won't be able to use it up. What a waste of time to worry about."
"If this calamity happens to you, it will only scratch your itch. You will be affected only by helping the black boy take over this calamity."
"Then why didn't you make it clear last time?" Huo Chuyun looked at him unkindly.
Old Mr. rolled her eyes at him and said, "You didn't give me any money last time. Although I don't like money, I have to see your sincerity."