There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ou Zhiming has been educated by Ruocang for many years, and he has mastered the most effective law against magic——

Use violence.

There is no sorcery that cannot be solved with one punch, if there is, then another punch.

However, this time the opponent is too weak, and he has to play the harmless white lotus.

As a result, Ou Zhiming punched him to the ground, and there was no need to make up the knife.

Under the dim light on the deck, it was enough for Ou Zhiming to see Yin Lu's astonishment and surprise clearly.

After playing the sunny scene on his face for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, he could only show the miserable pain, looking up at Ou Zhiming in disbelief.

Ou Zhiming swept his eyes and found that Yin Lu's luck had changed.

Those gloomy and black colors disappeared, leaving only a faint gray-black shadow, with an aura of knowingly committing crimes.

Ordinary enough to see through all his thoughts at a glance.

No guesswork at all.

The change came suddenly, Ou Zhiming frowned, and looked at the black rope that was torn off from his hand.

The luck once attached to Yin Lu's body condensed on the diamond-shaped pendant under the black rope.

The diamond-shaped pendant that was hollowed out and fastened was filled with a black shadow like an octopus's feet, which actually gave Ou Zhiming the illusion that he was looking for a new host.

Thinking of Yin Lu's order just now, Ou Zhiming suddenly had the urge to throw away the necklace.

This kind of thing that can control people's hearts will be a disaster if it stays!

However, when he closed his fingers and touched the pendant, the cold feeling in his hand brought back his reason.

You can't throw it, you can't throw it, you have to take it back to Ruocang.

Ou Zhiming, who was concerned about Ruocang, even though he was disgusted with this thing, he still stuffed it into his pocket.

Suddenly, Yin Lu, who fell to the ground, shouted sadly, "Ou Zhiming! That's my necklace—"

Ou Zhiming felt the remaining warmth from the burnt-out talisman fire in the palm of his hand, he put the necklace away, and stared at Yin Lu with a gentle smile.

There was only indifference in the eyes.

He didn't speak.

But Yin Lu's expression is eager, and his luck can show his anxiety.

Ou Zhiming's silent attitude made him suddenly wake up from the confusion, and his expression immediately became helpless.

"You don't like me, and you can't take my things." Yin Lu regained his uneasy promise, like a bullied child, "That necklace is very important to me."

Tears glistened in his eyes, and his voice was pleadingly pitiful.

Ou Zhiming was tired of watching the play, his mouth was full of rust and blood, and he didn't want to waste his words with others.

Of course he knew the necklace was important.

It doesn't matter that he threw it away long ago.

Objects like this that can hide dark and gloomy luck, are powerful enough to affect people's luck, and have the ability to control other people's minds...

It must be inseparable from the amulet of the Seventh Buddha!

Midas went all out to poach Quanzong Entertainment, and it seems that there is nothing missing from the Seventh Buddha behind his back.

I don't know where the Master Ami who was targeted by the asceticism is hiding.

People did not show their faces, leaving behind many scourges.

Ou Zhiming completely ignored Yin Lu's pleading, turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Yin Lu yelled loudly as if crying: "Director Ou, you can't do this to me!"

His voice was too loud, with a howl of faint crying.

Yin Lu actually fell directly on the deck, weeping secretly, his eyes were pure and innocent, which was touching.

However, he belongs to the ordinary gray and black luck, hiding the excitement and excitement that cannot be concealed, as if waiting for the well-planned conspiracy to quickly close the net.

"I, I'm just a starlet with no background, but I've worked hard to learn. You can beat me or scold me, but you can't treat me like this."

Yin Lu's acting skills are exceptionally proficient, "What's wrong with me liking Ruo Cang?"

Ou Zhiming smiled.

It's right to like Ruo Cang, but it's a big mistake to hate Ruo Cang.

The salty sea breeze, accompanied by the deserted moonlight at night, blew Ou Zhiming's hair.

Standing where he was, he could sense the constant peeps around him.

video?recording?candid?

I don't know if Yin Lu's backhand, by the way, recorded what Yin Lu ordered him just now, and saved it as a complete file.

Just now the guy who ordered him to abandon Ruo Cang arrogantly, cried out weakly that he liked Ruo Cang's sincerity.

Ou Zhiming has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he really wants to see what new tricks this guy who dared to confuse him has prepared.

After a while, the crying and crying that spread with the sea breeze called the person who wanted to call.

"Guide Ou?"

Wen Rumin and the crew ran out when they heard the noise, and saw their supporting actor and Ou Zhiming confronting each other at night.

Yin Lu sat on the ground and wept silently. Seeing them coming, he immediately got up from the ground and wiped away his tears.

That aggrieved and stubborn look, very much like Ou Zhiming making trouble for no reason, continued the anger in the afternoon.

The dim light on the deck was enough for Wen Rumin to see the traces of Yin Lu's beating.

The pampered fair cheeks, the corners of the mouth were torn, stained with blood, and suddenly red and swollen.

Obviously, Ou Zhiming did not act lightly.

But Ou Zhiming stood in front of him, silently, his expression was full of sarcasm, and he didn't take such a little star seriously.

Wen Rumin quickly analyzed the current situation, looked away from Yin Lu in shock, and looked at Ou Zhiming.

"Ou Dao, is there any misunderstanding between you and Yin Lu?"

"No misunderstanding."

Ou Zhiming said affirmatively: "I hit you, call the police and arrest me."

Frank and direct, arrogant and domineering, unreasonable.

He was too calm, so Wen Rumin and the crew didn't dare to act.

All parties in the circle are entangled with each other, and life with red tops and whites is normal.

Even though Midas stood behind Yin Lu, he was just a little star after all.

With Ou Zhiming's net worth suppressed, he can be dealt with quietly.

The foundation of Midas is not stable, so it is difficult to offend such a person in the first place.

Wen Rumin thought deeply about the confrontation between capital and capital, there is no permanent winner.

But in front of something as realistic as capital, there is something more realistic——

That is the vanguard of metaphysics.

There is no one in the entertainment industry who is not superstitious.

Ou Zhiming is well-known, and he is blessed by Mr. Du, the only master of metaphysics in the circle. In addition, the auspicious person Tianxiang, who is widely circulated on the Internet, sits behind the scenes.

Wen Rumin looked at Yin Lu, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? What about Mr. Ning? Why did you come out alone?"

This is to find a way to give Yin Lu a step, and let Yin Lu take the initiative to admit his mistake.

It is impossible to call the police, and it is impossible to call the police in this life.

Who would dare to offend Ou Zhiming for a small star?

I don't want to die.

With tears in his eyes, Yin Lu looked at Wen Rumin, but didn't mention anything about the beating and the necklace.

He choked and said, "I made director Ou unhappy. I was asking director Ou how to act just now. I didn't do well..."

Still an innocent little angel, Ou Zhiming glanced at his luck, and he could see the complacency of his success.

Ou Zhiming smiled and said, "You did a good job. So, I ask for a substitution."

He threw the question to Wen Rumin and asked the crew to worry about this irreversible matter, "I will never allow Yin Lu and Ruocang to be in the same frame. In order for the movie to be released smoothly in the future, I advise Director Wen to think carefully."

After finishing speaking, Ou Zhiming had no intention of discussing with Wen Rumin.

Agree to his request, then replace Yin Lu.

disagree?Then disembark and terminate the contract, and go their separate ways.

Ou Zhiming hid his palm in his pocket, rubbing the rhombus pendant, thinking about going back and discussing with Ruocang when Yin Lu should be caught and dealt with.

There is no opponent that Ruocang's magic circle can't solve.

Yin Lu is so weak, tie him up, write some words, and promise to be honest from now on, and can only be a little angel.

only……

Ruocang's seasickness seriously affects his performance, so it is not suitable to do it on the scientific research ship.

It's better to wait until the time of landing, he directly kidnaps Yin Lu, and settles it on land.

Anyway, Yin Lu is so weak, he can be knocked down with one punch.

Ou Zhiming was thinking, when he just walked into the cabin, he found Ning Hua standing by the passage, looking at him with a leisurely smile.

As a manager, he doesn't care that the artist in his hands is wronged.

It seems that Ning Hua is not only aware of Yin Lu's ability, but even wants to see the final result in a happy mood.

Unfortunately, this result was obviously not to his satisfaction.

Ning Hua smiled gracefully, with low luck and a little regret.

Such a person, even if he is devout and Buddhist, can't make Ou Zhiming feel a little favored.

Ou Zhiming rubbed shoulders with him, his voice was clear and there was a hint of a smile.

"If I see you using me and Ruocang again, I will send you on your way."

Ning Hua was silent and did not answer.

Ou Zhiming didn't need him to answer, the shock in his luck was clearly swaying, and it was useless to pretend to be calm and gentle.

It doesn't matter what evil Midas and Ning Hua want to do with Yin Lu, the important thing is that he caught Yin Lu's handle and finally had evidence to convince the kind-hearted Ruocang.

The cabin living area of ​​the scientific research ship is still noisy and noisy, with the vigor of the night life of the researchers.

Ou Zhiming stroked the tip of his tongue between his teeth in a happy mood, and the slightest movement made him feel the tip of his tongue ache.

I should have kept aloof, but there was too much to say.

Fortunately, something has been gained.

He walked through the brightly lit living area, Ou Zhiming reached out and took out the black necklace.

The diamond-shaped pendant under the light is more like a cage to imprison the devil, shutting up the dark soul.

That necklace could hide luck, maybe it was also the reason why Ruo Cang was wrong.

Ou Zhiming quickened his pace, feeling anxious.

He must Ruo Cang show him the wound, and it would be best if there is some talisman that can relieve the pain.

At this time, Ou Zhiming was completely unscientific and materialistic, and he forgot that Ruocang was not a magic stick who waved his hands to cure serious illnesses, so he decided stubbornly in his emotions: at least Ruocang should blow his breath, and try to see if he could rely on the immortal energy.

It was only two or three steps away from their cabin, and before Ou Zhiming reached out to swipe his card, the door opened.

Ruo Cang didn't take a rest, he was wearing cotton light gray pajamas, as if he was specially waiting for him to come back.

Ou Zhiming's heart suddenly felt warm, and he smiled softly.

"I just--"

Before he finished speaking, Ruo Cang stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist and led him into the room.

And quickly closed the door.

The room was pitch black, only the moonlight shining through the small windows of the cabin was clear and pale.

However, what was colder than the moonlight was Ruo Cang's palm.

He held Ou Zhiming's wrist and pressed him against the door, his breath was close at hand, his vision was hazy, and he seemed to see the distant and vast ocean through Ou Zhiming's eyes.

Such Ruo Cang is not right.

The atmosphere was so silent and strange that Ou Zhiming instantly recalled the strange night when he first performed the art of life pulse circulation.

Ou Zhiming's back pressed against the hard door, and he exhaled heavily with the smell of rust and blood.

In an instant, Ruo Cang let go of his wrist, touched the corner of his mouth with cold fingers, slowly and obsessively stroking the blood-stained lips.

Ou Zhiming's breathing froze.

He really didn't know what happened to Ruo Cang, the desire to tell outsiders and foreign affairs turned into a beautiful thought under the moonlight.

Ruo Cang was so cold and so close, yet he felt hot and tormented.

— Ruocang?

Ou Zhiming tried to call his name gently in his heart.

--Um.

Then, there was an unexpected and clear response.

Ou Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, he licked his lips, and was about to tease Ruo Cang in his heart easily and happily as usual.

The next moment, the tip of his tongue brushed the corner of his lips, and was sucked by Ruo Cang.

Ou Zhiming was shocked, and before he had time to resist, his senses froze on Ruo Cang's upturned lips.

This is definitely not a hungry nibble, but a gentle lick.

Ruo Cang sucked up the remaining blood in his mouth drunkenly, rolled it over his damaged wound, greedily currying favor with the warm soft flesh.

A slight tingling sensation, because Ruo Cang's licking turned into a subtle teasing.

The cat-like movement caused Ou Zhiming to shudder at the back of his ears and back of his head. He could only feel the warm breath, the cold touch, the sound of water groaning, and an uncontrollable sigh.

It was obviously Ruocang who took the initiative, but by the time Ou Zhiming realized it, he had already wedged the body into his arms with his palms, and his ears were full of heavy panting.

It was his own voice.

Can't wait, the sound of hunger and thirst awakened the beast whose soul had been silent for a long time.

Every inch of the cold skin in his arms was warmed by his fiery palms.

If Cang only responds half a minute in his heart, he will be able to attack Huanglong directly.

The world is quiet, the sound of the turbulent tide is far away, only each other's breathing and low humming remain.

It seems that he and Ruo Cang should be one.

It's just a long separation, and finally reunited.

--Don't.

Ruocang's slightly resisted thoughts easily entered Ou Zhiming's chaotic mind.

Ou Zhiming chuckled and kissed Ruocang's misty eyes.

—Okay, let’s change places.

Ruo Cang's consciousness is between sobriety and confusion.

After Ou Zhiming left, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, with the waves in his ears.

There is no heavy rain in the South China Sea tonight, so it should be peaceful.

However, he couldn't stop the illusion of violent wind and rain in his heart, and his whole body was floating and undulating with the hull of the ship, not crumbling.

Ruocang is not used to long-term sea life.

Like a land creature that does not understand water, he was dragged into the deep sea, soaked in the salty sea, his limbs were cold, waiting to drown.

Later, his chaotic mind was awakened by a strong aroma of wine.

The breath that was close at hand drove him to struggle forward, instinctively wanting to ingest this mellow and aged wine to relieve his drowsy and painful torment.

then……

Then he was bitten.

His consciousness was hazy, and he only felt that the huge bottle containing the liquor was grumpy and rude.

--pain.

Ruo Cang's complaints just started, the slightly painful place was exposed to the cool air again, without the moist warmth.

--cold……

After he honestly sighed, he heard a sigh and a gentle and submissive question.

—Where is it cold?here?

Ruo Cang felt embarrassed by the hot and humid temperature on the cover again.

He wanted to escape, but he was greedy for that bit of tenderness, and finally went with Ou Zhiming.

There is always someone talking in his ear, someone he is familiar with and can rely on.

If Ruocang slightly opened his eyelids, he could see Ou Zhiming's deep gaze, staring at his soul.

Such a handsome man exudes the aroma of wine that reassures Ruo Cang, driving away the chill brought by the humid ocean, waving away the discomfort all over his body, and warming up his cold body.

Ruo Cang has the illusion that he is a cold-blooded animal.

Like a snake, wrapped around a solid warm body, relying on the familiar body temperature for relief.

He spent a rare warm night.

It was even a little dry and hot, and he was so burned that he was in a trance, as if he was covered by a huge wine warming stove, and the aroma of wine that he had been craving for a long time wafted from his body.

When Ruocang woke up, he smelled an unusual aroma, mixed with mellow wine and cold sea water, and smooth and warm to the touch.

Ruo Cang faced the light, narrowing his eyes slightly to look at Ou Zhiming who was naked.

A question just popped up in my mind.

Ou Zhiming's kiss landed on the corner of his brow, and he complained in a low voice: "You forced me, so I can't renege on my debt."

Straightforward, but also very wronged.

Ruo Cang moved his sore and swollen body, instinctively wanting to refute, but hesitated to speak.

His memory is too clear.

I clearly remember that it was he who took the initiative to reach out and grab Ou Zhiming, it was he who took the initiative to hold Ou Zhiming, and it was he who took the initiative to allow all of Ou Zhiming's actions.

No alcohol.

Still drunk and promiscuous.

Taste and smell are still overflowing with the unique aroma of wine, which strongly emanates from Ou Zhiming's lips and teeth.

Even when he was conscious, he wanted so badly to kiss those lips, to claim the mellow liquor he had longed for.

As soon as the thought moves, someone moves.

Ou Zhiming raised his eyebrows and kissed Ruo Cang's lips to satisfy his thoughts.

Between moaning and sighing, only Ruo Cang's intoxication remains.

The two of them have the same mind, and Ou Zhiming can feel all Ruo Cang's thoughts.

Ou Zhiming... Although he didn't resist, he basically couldn't resist.

When he woke up, he only felt that men are really tireless beasts.

While he was satisfied, he also felt great dissatisfaction.

--anything else?

Ou Zhiming's eyes lit up, and it was filled with "Yes, soon!"

Ruo Cang sighed, really thinking in his heart, but he still suppressed his desire and stretched out his hand to push the person away.

His arms were a little sore from the whole night of chaos.

My body, which has practiced martial arts all the year round, actually feels uncomfortable because of such a small matter.

Ruo Cang was quite unconvinced.

"Tell me." He raised his hand and grabbed the quilt, deliberately putting a distance between himself and Ou Zhiming, "What happened last night?"

Ruo Cang's voice was a little hoarse, and the deep and magnetic tone made Ou Zhiming's heart flutter.

Ruo Cang is probably like Ruo Cang.

Thoughts were obviously still soaked in tenderness, but his expression was pretending to be calm, only his cheeks were warm and flushed, revealing a little bit of emotion.

Ou Zhiming's eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction, and even when talking about Yin Lu's affairs, his tone was extremely gentle.

"He does know how to cast evil spells and wears an evil necklace. He wanted to control me, but your talisman burned me awake."

Ou Zhiming chuckled, "Then, I beat him up and told Wen Rumin that he had to be replaced."

"What necklace?" Ruo Cang had been in contact with amulets before, and was particularly sensitive to this kind of decoration.

Ou Zhiming raised his hand, grabbed Ruo Cang's fingers pinching the side of the quilt, caressed Ruo Cang's joints carefully, and said leisurely: "Don't worry, the necklace is in my hand. And...after I tore it off last night, , his luck has changed."

From gloomy and dark to gray and black, the sinister luck that Ou Zhiming refused was all because of a necklace.

Even though he was reluctant to warm the quilt, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked barefoot in the cabin calmly, facing the morning light, and found the coat thrown on the ground.

He bent down, picked up his coat, and took out the pendant tied with the black rope.

When she turned her head, she found that Ruocang was staring at him blankly.

Ou Zhiming threw away his coat, wantonly showing off his perfect body.

Maybe it's because he has been thoroughly contaminated by him, Ruo Cang's pure and clear light, revealing a faint powder, and there are slight black and gray traces, hiding sadness and troubles, which proves that Ruo Cang has been contaminated by a person with such a gloomy fate like him .

It should be a sad thing that luck has become cloudy.

Ou Zhiming felt happy because of his narrow mindedness.

The only hero he dared not ask for was finally his.

Ou Zhiming was able to smoothly hear Ruocang calling his name from Ruocang's confused and surprised thoughts.

Then he knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, stretched his hands to support the bed frame, looked down at Ruo Cang, who was absent-minded, and smiled softly.

——Awed?In love with me?

Ruo Cang was so shocked that he couldn't even refute Ou Zhiming's narcissism.

His thoughts were like a storm, and he was shocked by everything he saw before his eyes.

"No." Ruocang's whole heart was beating violently, and the oppressive feeling of facing the blazing white light made him unable to sort out his thoughts, so he could only murmur——

"Ou Zhiming, your luck is so beautiful."

It was a beautiful luck he had never seen before, with a brilliant white color, like a spring, with warm and clear water bubbling.

No, it shouldn't be a stream.

It's a mellow wine, exuding a fragrant smell.

Ou Zhiming doesn't care if he is lucky or not.

Ruocang's clear eyes are full of his shadow, purely belonging to him alone.

Obeying instinct, he supported Ruo Cang's sides, pressed over and bit Ruo Cang's lip hard.

The two separated panting, and Ou Zhiming said helplessly in a complaining tone:

"Your expression is basically inviting me."

He never forgot how easily Ruo Cang was attracted by his beautiful luck, and how easily he was deceived by Yin Lu.

Since he saw black, Ruocang saw white.

With his dark and deep luck, meeting Yin Lu's weird necklace, no matter how beautiful his luck has become, it is not what he used to be.

Sure enough, Ou Zhiming put the necklace on Ruocang's hand, and his beautiful and fair luck disappeared completely.

Back to the usual dark mottled.

Ruo Cang was a little stunned, the short-lived hallucinations robbed him of all his mind.

Ou Zhiming smiled helplessly, "Sorry, I don't have the luck you like."

With his warm fingertips, he tapped the pendant on Ruo Cang's palm, "The luck you like should be in it."

Ruocang looked down at the rhombus-shaped pendant, and accurately found Hua Guang, which should belong to Yin Lu.

The brilliant light lingered around this small piece of utensil, making it extraordinarily sacred.

He pinched the cold pendant in disbelief, staring at this vessel that gathered the aura of the nobleman.

"...What kind of magic weapon is this...?"