The ex-boyfriends are always in the Shura field

Dong Huan's stiffness was only a short subconscious reaction - he had never been bullied into such a close distance, let alone Lin Ling.But soon he came to his senses, grabbed the shoulder of the boy in his arms, made them distance, and repeated again: "Get up."

This time, his tone was harsher than the previous one - it gave Lin Ling the illusion that he was going to be caught and thrown out in a second.

Oh, maybe not an illusion.

Lin Ling thought that maybe soon he would find himself in the depths of a certain ice pool, and then Dong Huan would say "Be good at self-examination" on the shore, leaving him to soak in the cold water for half a month...

But the ancients said: "The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold"-maybe it is not very appropriate to use it here, but it is almost the meaning!Now it was too late to rein in the precipice, and there was no turning back after opening the bow, so Lin Ling could only encourage herself to continue.

The black-haired boy didn't choose to meet Shang Donghuan's eyes. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the man's neck more tightly, and buried his face in the man's clothes. A cold sandalwood fragrance came to his nostrils.Lin Ling said vaguely: "Master, after I went down the mountain, I thought a lot..."

With the strength of the god, it was a breeze to throw out Lin Ling who was clinging to his arms and refused to get up at this time - he had planned to do so in the first place.However, after hearing Lin Ling's words, the man's movements suddenly stopped, and he took over Lin Ling's words: "What are you thinking?"

Because of Lin Ling's posture, Dong Huan's indifferent voice surrounded him like in stereo, which was quite special.

The boy's earlobes were as red as peach blossoms, and even the fluff on his cheeks felt shy. He said hesitatingly: "After I go down the mountain, I regret it very much."

Dong Huan held him in his arms, showing no gesture of pushing away or accepting him.The man looked at the divine sword, and the buzzing sound of the sword seemed to accompany his apprentice who rarely approached.

"I miss you very much," the young man pressed his forehead against Dong Huan's cheek, and the cold temperature extinguished the heat in Lin Ling's heart. He raised his head to look at the man, and continued, "I think I -"

That's all he said, and he stopped abruptly.

Lin Ling had never seen Dong Huan at such a close distance.

He looked at Cangze in this way, and he was forced to look at it with his head in the way—but Donghuan and Cangze were different.

Even if they share the same face, they look and feel different.

Lin Ling is very used to Changze, but he is not used to Donghuan at all.

Dong Huan's eyes were very pale, as indifferent and cold as his own temperament, and from the profile, there was a sense of disdain that didn't put everything in his eyes.

Donghuan is colder than Cangze, lighter than Cangze, and more distant than Cangze.

Cangze is a demon on the ground, and Donghuan is a fairy in the sky.

Lin Ling's sudden pause caught Dong Huan's attention. He no longer just looked at the divine sword in front of him, and reluctantly gave Lin Ling a little.

The black-haired boy was looking at him with engrossing admiration.He noticed Dong Huan's eyes, but he didn't back away, but raised his head as if he wanted to give it all, and let others pick him.

This is really a scene that tests a man's self-control.

Gutzeri said that there are three kinds of people in this world.

Most people do it without knowing what to do, and live in a muddle.And Dong Huan has always belonged to the second type of person, who knows what he can't do and doesn't do it, sober and self-sufficient.

In addition to those two kinds of people, there is a third kind of people who do what they know they can't do.

Dong Huan has always been cold-hearted and stays away from love. He has never had anything in particular he wants, and his cultivation path has been smooth.Therefore, there is nothing that you know you can't do but don't do.

The deity has faced many temptations, such as the temptation of fairies, the phantom of witches, shortcuts to enlightenment, fame, wealth and wealth, all of which he cut through, calmly turning a blind eye to them.But now, he holds in his arms the only undoable thing in this world that can touch his heartstrings.

To do it, or not to do it?

The thin lips of the deity opened and closed slightly, and spit out a monosyllable: "You?"

Lin Ling came back to his senses, he lowered his head, continued what he said just now, and put on a sincere gesture of admitting his mistake: "I did something wrong, I shouldn't have run down the mountain without authorization, and left you, Master..."

He didn't wear much at all, and when he lowered his head, he directly exposed the white back of his neck and the round shoulders connected with each other.

The pitch-black hair and the snow-like complexion complement each other, and there is a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Lin Ling's dress and movements seemed to be seducing Dong Huan, but his expression and language were completely different, just like a little apprentice who came to confess his mistake to the master. These two diametrically opposite contrasts made him look Even more seductive without knowing it.

Lin Ling originally thought that he had already achieved this level of throwing himself into his arms—no matter what Dong Huan said, he should show something, even if he didn't have it on his face or hands, he should have it in his crotch!

But to his disappointment, there were none.

Dong Huan turns a blind eye to the beauty that is within reach, and it seems that he is not more attracted to him than the fairy sword next door.Faced with Lin Ling's words of admitting his mistakes, the god just said blankly: "It's good to know your mistakes."

The man looked expressionless, his purple eyes were extremely cold, but the fingertips hidden in the cuffs moved slightly indiscerniblely - except for Dong Huan himself, no one else could notice it, let alone Lin Ling. The aura that might break through Donghuan's body protection sensed this.

——It’s good that God knows what’s wrong.

Lin Ling felt angry for Dong Huan's abstinent people, but at the same time had to pretend to be moved.The black-haired boy still insisted on staying in Dong Huan's arms, sitting on his lap, tugging at his sleeves and said, "Master, can I leave the meditation cave?"

Dong Huan looked down at him, her purple eyes seemed to see through everything, piercing through the world: "Didn't you already leave there?"

Lin Ling stuck out her tongue: "That's because I said I wanted to see Master, so he agreed."

"What if I say no?" Dong Huan said lightly.

Lin Ling turned his head and thought for a while, and suddenly showed a smile that could be called ambiguous—it seemed that his dog had become bolder by not being thrown into the hungry ghost path immediately, so he said naturally: "Of course I am Find a way to make Master change his mind."

He changed his posture, changed from sitting to kneeling, and knelt directly on the man's lap, with his chest tightly pressed against him—although it was the first time for Lin Ling to be so intimate with Dong Huan, once he opened the door, the next Things are like hand-made.

Lin Ling softly kissed Dong Huan on the side of the cheek, because she was too close, two rows of fan-like eyelashes swept across Dong Huan's cheeks, like a butterfly perched beside Dong Huan, giving A sweet kiss: "But I believe Master will not treat me like this."

The alluring posture of a teenager is within reach of his hand, and he can wrap his arms around the other person's waist as soon as he reaches out, and his expression is full of trust, with a childlike innocence—this is even more attractive. damage.

This is a gesture that is hard for a man to resist.

However, Dong Huan didn't seem to see it on the surface, only when Lin Ling's lips were touched, his breathing stopped for a moment, but he quickly returned to his original state.He did stretch out his hand, but not to embrace Lin Ling, but to support his leg, lift him away from his embrace, and place him on the stone beside him.

Rock solid.

Lin Ling was a little smug at first when he noticed that the other party stretched out his hand, but soon he realized that the direction was wrong—until he left Dong Huan's side and faced those flying swords, he knew that the other party meant to make him feel better Hearing the sound of the sword, he felt despair.

Just like what he told Cang Ze - this is a god!In his impression, there has always been an existence insulated from lust.

Lin Ling always felt that the achievement of letting Dong Huan take the initiative to kiss would not exist. She was desperate.JPG.

He was a little discouraged, and wanted to continue to make persistent efforts and never give up, when he found a little white light on Master's right hand—this was a threat.In order to avoid feeling the winter-like cold again, Lin Ling obediently obeyed Dong Huan's wishes and listened to the voice of Dao.

This sword sound is indeed rare and rare. How many people would never hear it once in a lifetime. It is a treatment that countless sword cultivators can't get even if they cry and shout, but it is a bit like a lullaby to Lin Ling's ears.

It's not that he lacks comprehension. In fact, Lin Ling's talent is first-class. He has been praised by the sub-personality and the main personality, but he didn't care about it. The exhaustion from sleep surged up, making him almost uncontrollable to fall asleep.

Lin Ling quietly pinched herself under the sleeve with her hand, so that she would not fall asleep so quickly.In order to avoid attracting Dong Huan's attention, he didn't pinch too hard, and it didn't have much refreshing effect.

Then, amidst the unison humming of sword sounds, Lin Ling still fell headlong under the skirt of Sleeping God, and fell asleep uncontrollably.

He felt like he had a long, long dream.

The rock he was on was too hard, and he sat in a sitting position when he fell asleep, and he didn't sleep very comfortably, so he was in a half-awake, half-dream state, with a little bit of consciousness.The black-haired boy felt as if someone was watching him all the time, and then a hand picked up a strand of his hair and rubbed it with his fingertips.

Lin Ling didn't know who it was in his sleep, but when the man was about to get up to leave, he suddenly felt blessed, and stretched out his arms to hug the man's waist, showing a satisfied smile, and murmured: "I like you."

The author has something to say: Zhang Dai's "Four Books": If you don't know what you can't do, do it, and you are a fool; if you know what you can't do, but don't do it, you are a sage;