Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

Lin Feng woke up from the bed.

The light that entered the eyes was dim and misty, and the ears were very quiet. I hadn't heard the chirping birds outside the house, as if it was still early.

Lin Feng felt a little dizzy in his head, half asleep and half awake, squinting his eyes and turned over, wanting to go back to sleep once in a hundred years.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

In the master's school, he shared a room with three senior brothers. The bed was the simplest plank bed, and the sheets and quilt were both light blue in color, not the ostentatious gold-plated color on his body.

There is no bed curtain beside his bed, and the dark red tulle here separates the inside and outside of the bed, no wonder the light is so dim.

more importantly.

There shouldn't be anyone next to his bed.

The man's back was facing him, only the waterfall-like long hair and half of the shoulders were exposed. A cursory glance could reveal the pale red finger marks on the white shoulders, as if they had been kneaded vigorously by someone.

Lin Feng refused to think about what kind of situation left such traces.

He must be in a dream, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that a person who has never even descended a mountain would appear in such a strange place.

It's just that I don't know why I have such a charming and shameless dream, I must recite the Qingxin Jue several times after waking up.

Lin Feng comforted himself, not to think about it, and closed his eyes again amidst the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, feeling vaguely that this fragrance was somewhat familiar, it seemed to be the sachet he was used to recently.

That's right, it really is a dream.

I can smell it, I think I'm about to wake up.

Lin Feng closed his eyes quietly, but after two moments, when he opened them again, the narrow eyes showed panic.

He rested on a soft pillow, his head became more and more awake, clearly telling him the truth of every feeling.

The long hair of the person next to him curled around his fingertips, and it felt silky to the touch. He subconsciously moved his fingers, but accidentally pulled the hair of that person, causing a coquettish cry.

Lin Feng's face suddenly changed.

The person next to him was a man.

The man moaned in his sleep, as if he felt that the person beside him woke up, he turned around leisurely, before Lin Feng could see his appearance clearly, the other person buried his face in his chest, softly Called: "My lord..."

The voice was hoarse, softly scratching the bones of the person, a white hand hooked Lin Feng's arm, and said affectionately: "Why are you awake, don't you want to sleep longer?"

Lin Feng stiffened his body.

In an instant, he felt a kind of anger that his secret mind was being torn out and played with. The first thought that arose was that someone had found out his orientation different from others, and was deliberately playing tricks on him.

But then, he noticed the unusual address of the person in his arms.

...Your Majesty?

The man seemed to have noticed Lin Feng's stiffness, hesitated for a while, lifted his head from his chest, looked at him cautiously with a face that was too soft for a man, and tentatively called softly: "Your Majesty? "

Lin Feng calmly avoided touching his body, did not understand the situation, and cautiously did not speak.

His spiritual power is mediocre, and he is neither a lowly one nor a high-ranking one in the sect. The most important job he has done in the years since he joined the sect is serving tea and pouring water.

Therefore, he is very good at observing words and feelings.

In the eyes looking at him at this moment, there is far more fear than tenderness, it doesn't seem to be fake, as if what he is holding is not some lover, but a monster who will turn his face and eat people at any time.

The status of the two is not equal, and it can even be said that the gap is huge.

As for the title "Your Majesty".

As far as he knows, there are very few people in the immortal sects who can afford it. Those who can be called "Zun Shang" are all revered immortals in the major sects. Not to mention him, Lin Feng, even his master is not qualified. .

No one dared to make such a big joke, Lin Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"What did you call me?" Lin Feng stared into the man's eyes and asked tentatively.

As soon as he made a sound, he realized that something was even more wrong. The voice from his throat was deep and low, but the ending was involuntarily picked up slightly. It seemed to be flirting, but also like a warning. The speaker must have a smile on his mouth, but his eyes are full of twelfth moon ice.

It was clearly not his voice.

Who is this?

The reaction of the person in his arms was much more intense than that of Lin Feng. He trembled suddenly, as if terrified, his lips trembled slightly, but he forced himself not to look away, and forced a smile on the corner of his mouth: "My lord, my lord... You, don't you like this title, A Luan can change it..."

Lin Feng watched the man who called himself A Luan forcefully smiled and trembled in front of him, with mixed emotions in his heart, and his silence seemed to make the other party even more frightened, so he had to take advantage of the situation and asked, "What should I change it to?"

A Luan trembled even more, tremblingly said: "Yan, Yanjun, Yanlang..."

Lin Feng thought about the name in his memory, and looked at him with a frown. Aluan's face paled in shock, and he retreated to the bed with his arms and legs swaying, and cried on the ground, "Damn Aluan, yes! Ah Luan offended...forgive me, my lord, my lord Mozun, please forgive me!"

Hearing the last address, Lin Feng's eyes almost went dark.

Mozun, Mozun Shi Chongyan.

The famous name is like thunder.

Lin Feng thought to himself, if he bumped into the bedpost and kowtowed to death, would he be doing harm to the people?

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It was relatively short at the beginning, and then it will become thick and long [probably

Today's Mozun [false] is the first time he took office, he was at a loss and almost killed himself

Thanks to the Instinct Little Angel's Landmine × 1~