The ex-boyfriends are always in the Shura field

Immediately, Dong Huan saw Lin Ling withdrawing his hand in surprise and embarrassment as expected, the annoyance in his eyes flashed away, he moved aside embarrassingly, and called out cautiously: "Master."

The sound was as soft as a kitten's whimpering, as if he was ashamed to death because his beloved master saw him like this.

This reaction is normal.

Dong Huan was calm and breezy, acting as if Lin Ling just mistook him for Cang Ze and greeted him, instead of directly sending him a kiss limited to lovers.

He glanced lightly at Lin Ling's whole body, and paused on the young man's flushed cheeks, whether it was excitement or shame: "Are you okay?"

Lin Ling: "...huh?"

——Perhaps it was a deep-rooted impression, he always felt that Dong Huan's next sentence should be "There is no next time", and considering the love in the illusion, it would be "Be careful next time"...

In short, there will be no such plot to ask him about his situation.

Dong Huan sat a little closer. Although his voice was still indifferent, it was not difficult to hear that there was some human touch in it that would not normally appear on him: "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Lin Ling immediately realized what Dong Huan was asking—Dong Huan definitely wasn't asking how he was doing in the spirit of humanity, but most likely he was blocking the gun for him in the illusion thing.He sat up straight, and the quilt fell down with his movements. He said easily, "I don't feel anything at all, Master, the wounds in the illusion can't be brought out, right?"

The black-haired boy rested his elbows halfway on the pillow behind his back, and the protruding part of his collarbone was captivatingly alluring. He was attractive enough in himself, but where the naked eye could see, his neck, along the collarbone, had The traces left by Cang Ze look ambiguously beautiful.

It's not that Dong Huan didn't know what Cang Ze did to Lin Ling, and it wasn't the first time he saw Lin Ling like this afterwards.The color of the man's eyes darkened a little. He looked at Lin Ling's collarbone and replied, "That's not an ordinary illusion. In that demonic realm, the wounds received in it will be fed back to the soul."

Lin Ling wanted to ask if he wanted to sleep very much and just wanted to lie down and didn't want to move, whether it was a kind of soul injury-although this phenomenon had happened before, oh, it was all after the event.

Looking at the expression of the black-haired boy, Dong Huan could guess some clues. He put his hand on Lin Ling's forehead, and made a silent gesture to the boy who suddenly opened his eyes wide. Force, put down your hand: "No problem."

At the moment when he was about to let go of his hand, Dong Huan suddenly changed the direction of his hand, and pressed lightly on Lin Ling's forehead, a warm current melted into the black-haired boy's body from the piece of skin where the two met. Ling felt that his exhaustion was swept away, and all the traces on his body disappeared completely, making Lin Ling look refreshed.

After finishing all this, Dong Huan stood up, his robe drooped obediently, and the aura lingering on the ground was faintly aroused as he walked, as if he was standing on the nine heavens, he made a promise to Lin Ling: "The matter of the demons , there will be no next time."

Lin Ling faintly felt that Dong Huan's attitude was not quite right - although she was still cold and reticent, this was Dong Huan!The standards cannot be compared in the same breath!Compared to the master who could cruelly throw him out, this man even pressed his forehead now, which can be called intimacy!Where is the 30% favorability of this action, 80% is nothing more than that, right?

A glint of uncertainty flashed in his heart, and along with it, there was that speculation.Just as Dong Huan was about to leave, Lin Ling reached out and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes as if he dared to challenge himself.

Lin Ling didn't use much force, Dong Huan looked at him as if he felt something.

The god's eyes are like the moon in the sky, floating alone among the white clouds, and now he is the only one looking at him.

The black-haired boy immediately let go, as if taken aback, he loosened and clenched his fingers on the bedding, and asked anxiously, "Master, can you stay with me?"

Dong Huan obviously didn't expect Lin Ling to make such a request. He was startled, originally wanting to refuse to let the other party have a good rest, but the man looked at the young man's exquisite eyebrows, and suddenly hesitated - he had been on the sidelines for too long. He himself believed it.

If it wasn't for Cangze's aggressively setting up all kinds of temptations, he might have endured it all the time.

Dong Huan's status is respected, there are few things in this world that he can't do.

From ancient times to the present, throughout the long life of the god, there is only one thing that makes him make an exception and want to do it.

Lin Ling is what he can't do.

The god responded with a pair of hands that were quite in line with Lin Ling's aesthetics. Instead of sitting back on the bed, he chose a more intimate way, a posture like a whisper, lifted the quilt, and leaned against the head of the bed Sitting reclined.

Looking at this posture from a distance, it was like holding Lin Ling half in his arms.

The faint, cold scent that belonged to the God Venerable enveloped Lin Ling in an instant—it was strange to say that Cang Ze and Dong Huan were obviously the same person and shared the same body, but they smelled different.

If one had to make a distinction, it would be that Cang Ze tends to have a flamboyant floral fragrance, while Dong Huan's smell is colder and more distant.

Dong Huan's hand didn't really put on Lin Ling's body, on the contrary, he kept a reasonable distance.The man whispered in Lin Ling's ear with a deep and cold voice, "Sleep for a while?"

Lin Ling followed his words and lay down, but of course he would not give up such a good opportunity to sleep.He looked up at Dong Huan's handsome and familiar facial features, hesitantly spat out a few words: "Master... can I ask you a question?"

Dong Huan tapped his hair twice with her fingertips to show her agreement.

"What is the Demonic Realm? It's..." Lin Ling bit his lips and asked hesitantly, "Is it Master's Demonic Realm?"

Dong Huan was silent for a long time, and gave an ambiguous answer: "It can be said to be."

"Everyone has inner demons, you have them, I have them, and Cang Ze has them too." Dong Huan explained calmly, "The inner demons are not so much a single person, but rather something that I have in common with him."

He is an excellent teacher, careful and self-control, and he will never touch his disciples while teaching.

Lin Ling looked at the man's profile, and Dong Huan was still handsome even when viewed from such an easy-to-break angle—he was so blessed that he felt that his guess might be right.

He squeezed into the quilt, stuffed his nose in, only his eyes were exposed, and continued to ask vaguely: "Then Master, do you hate me?"

Dong Huan paused for a long time this time before slowly saying: "...why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Because I always feel that Master doesn't like me." Lin Ling was confident, taking advantage of the good atmosphere to complain half-truthfully, "Master left me in the Hungry Ghost Realm last time."

"...Although the way of hungry ghosts is terrifying, the wind and sand contained in it will help you sharpen your consciousness." Dong Huan closed his eyes, and he folded down the quilt that covered the boy's mouth and nose, and inevitably touched it. Lin Ling's lips, "It's for your own good."

Lin Ling felt his teeth itchy, and wanted to just bite Dong Huan in this position—is it because of this reason that he left so many psychological shadows?There is also that cheating system, a god-like opponent is not as good as a pig-like teammate, Dong Huan's reverse favorability has cheated him for so many years!

The system also heard this, and its not very bright head turned around quickly: "How could it be? Impossible? How could I make a mistake?"

Lin Ling ignored it, and nodded to Dong Huan, smiling brows and eyes, pure and innocent: "I know now, Master is doing it for my own good."

Dong Huan withdrew his hand, patted his quilt, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Go to sleep."

The boy turned over, put his face against his hand, closed his eyes, and gradually became evenly breathing.

The deity stood by his side quietly for a moment, did nothing, just looked at Lin Ling's face, and did not get up until late at night when the moon was high above the branches and the moon was high.

After he left the room and closed the door again, Lin Ling opened his eyes again, and the system whispered in his ear, throwing the blame on his favorability: "It must be the problem of his dual personality! He has two personalities and shares a If the body reaches the extreme, it will be 200%, which is impossible, so the favorability of the main character is set to the reverse..."

Lin Ling: Dong Huan's indifferent face jpg.

The system, lively and dancing Lin Ling's face. GIF: "Ah, now that we know the truth, let's skip this topic. Why do you want to attack the main character again?"

While keeping an eye out of the door, Lin Ling turned over in the warm quilt: "Cangze won't let me leave. With the lessons learned from the past, I'm afraid I'll watch it closely. It's easier to attack Donghuan."

The system called him: "We are only a little bit closer! The president's favorability has already reached a hundred rounded, and we are only a step away!"

Lin Ling didn't sing along with it this time to boost morale. He looked out of the window, and when he sensed movement there, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

This time, Dong Huanzhu's deputy personality changed very quickly, and Cang Ze walked in almost with a calm face—even though he was in a hurry, the voice of pushing the door was restrained and controlled very lightly.

The coming of Cang Ze brought with it the chill of the night wind. He stood by the bed and looked at the black-haired boy on the bed—he didn't do anything, but waved lightly, and the person outside the window was immediately blocked by the block. The house was turned into pitch black.

The man stroked Lin Ling's hair, whispered in his ear and asked, "Did he touch you?"

The first second Cang Ze came in, he could sense that this room and even this bed, Lin Ling had the smell of another soul.

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