Gratitude License

The room was in a mess.

Lu Sheng's voice floated in the air with the dust.

"Are you planning to tear down the whole house?"

Chang Jing gripped the handle of the knife tightly, his knuckles turned white, not to mention demolishing the house, he wanted to level the whole mountain now.

He judged the direction by the sound, chased after Lu Sheng, raised the knife and dropped it.

"what--!"

Someone called out, and the voice was extremely familiar.

The demon knife abruptly turned in a direction, brushed against Xu Liang's hair, and the blade sank three inches into the wall.

Chang Jing looked at Xu Liang who was standing in front of Lu Sheng, "..."

He couldn't help but think wildly, this goblin took Xu Liang away for two or three minutes and then brought him back again, what's the matter?Is it over?

This is too fast.

Lu Sheng pressed Xu Liang's shoulder and pushed forward lightly, "Return him to you."

Chang Jing withdrew the demon knife, pulled Xu Liang back a few steps, first asked him if he was injured, then checked whether he was injured, and then confirmed whether he had been swapped. Fortunately, he was not injured, and he was not replaced. Silly good.

He protected Xu Liang behind him, and looked at Lu Sheng warily.

Lu Sheng went outside the house and broke off a peach branch, and drew an oval about one foot wide on the ground.

After finishing the painting, he took off a peach leaf and threw it in the center of the circle. The moment the peach leaf touched the ground, there were circles of ripples under the leaf, as if a pool suddenly appeared.

Lu Sheng bowed, with the index and middle fingers of both hands stuck on both sides of the ellipse, with a slight hook of the fingertips, he picked up the ellipse on the ground and turned it into a slightly transparent mirror.

Lu Sheng stood the mirror on the table with its back against the wall, the mirror surface emitted a cold silver light, reflecting Lu Sheng's appearance.

Lu Sheng took out a small peach branch from his sleeve, checked it, and touched the center of the mirror with one end of the peach branch.

At the same time, he said: "The peach branch is stained with the blood of the snake demon."

The uncoagulated snake blood melted into the water waves on the mirror surface, blurring a layer of crimson blood, and at the same time, the appearance of Zijin appeared in the mirror, first the body, and then the human form.

After a while, the mirror returned to calm. It looked like an ordinary mirror, except that there was no frame, and the surface seemed to be covered with a thin layer of light red ice, which made the picture in the mirror have a soft light effect, which was both real and illusory.

In the mirror, Zijin was sitting on the edge of the bed in red, and a man also in red stood in front of him.

The back view couldn't be more familiar, and Chang Jing recognized Xu Liang at a glance.

He watched Xu Liang in the mirror walk away, and hugged Zijin tightly.

Zijin put his hands on Xu Liang's shoulders, and lightly picked it up, and the outer robe fell to the ground, revealing his bare back.

Chang Jing suddenly looked behind him, and saw Xu Liang was still standing there, his eyes were constricted, his eyes were dull, obviously extremely sleepy.

Chang Jing: "What is this?"

Lu Sheng: "Illusion."

Chang Jing: "Illusion? So these are hallucinations?"

"Otherwise? Isn't Xu Liang standing right behind you?"

Having said that, Chang Jing always felt uneasy, so she checked again, first lit a purification talisman to make sure that she hadn't been hit by the illusion, and then made sure that Xu Liang was still not dropped.

Lu Sheng: "Although this kind of enchantment is powerful, it often has loopholes. The restrictive conditions don't need to be absolute facts, but relative facts are enough. In other words, as long as the snake demon believes that the conditional fact has happened , but this is just my guess, and if it doesn't work out, I can't think of any other way."

Chang Jing pointed at the mirror, "So this is the snake's fantasy?"

"To be precise, I used his blood to tailor the illusion for him. In order to deceive him, the time in the illusion is synchronized with the real time...I can't explain it to you carefully now. I need to concentrate."

Lu Sheng took a look at Chang Jing, and "Do Not Disturb" was written on his face.

With [-]% doubts, Chang Jing temporarily accepted Lu Sheng's argument. First, he settled Xu Liang, built a few stools for him to sleep on, and spread runes around the stools. When he passed behind Lu Sheng, he couldn't help but Zhu Zhu took a look in the mirror, and saw the disheveled Zijin half body pressed on Xu Liang's body, kissing his lips like crazy.

The atmosphere was too warm, Chang Jing only felt a heat rushing up his neck, turned to look at Xu Liang who was sleeping soundly, and told himself that it was a hallucination or it was all fake, but the heat on his body did not decrease at all.

Zijin kissed down along the corner of Xu Liang's mouth, leaving one hickey after another between the neck and collarbone.

A hoarse voice came from the mirror: "I have waited for this day for too long..."

At this time, Xu Liang stroked Zijin's side face, and suddenly pushed him down forcefully, with one hand resting on his neck, "Me too."

He picked up Zijin's loose long hair, put it in his mouth, leaned down, and separated Zijin's legs with a very strong movement, making it cling to his waist.

The image in the mirror flickered, and Zijin could not help but moan in his throat, trembling with joy that could not be concealed.

The sound of impact mixed with the sound of water came from the mirror, and it was especially clear in the empty mountain hut.

Chang Jing was tense from head to toe, and his eyes were glued to Xu Liang's body, watching the dazzling red robe loosely wrapped around his waist, the waistline was half covered, and the undulating muscles were covered with a layer of fine lines. Beads of sweat fell on Zi Jin's body one by one along with the dancing candles.

Zijin's slender fingers clung to Xu Liang's back, and the sweat in his fingers merged into wrinkled white light...

Zijin kept saying something in a hoarse voice, Xu Liang pressed him against the wall, pressed against his back, gnawed at his shoulder, the arms of the two were intertwined, fingers intertwined, Zijin Jin's body heaved up and down with Xu Liang's movements, and the cold and hard wall seemed to be soaked in sweat, and every time it hit, it made a crisp sound.

The picture turned again, Xu Liang was standing, Zijin was kneeling in front of him, and he was lying on his head somewhere...

Chang Jing suddenly looked back at the real Xu Liang, shook his head vigorously, and walked around the house, but he could also hear the rhythmic sound of water outside the house.

Chang Jing went around a few times, but returned to the front of the mirror.

When I looked down, I felt that something exploded in my chest.

The scene in the mirror changed, from the bed to the water, and the characters also changed.

Xu Liang's long hair hung loose on his shoulders, and was half-wet by the knee-shallow water. A huge blue python was wrapped around his waist, the snake's head resting on his shoulder, and his body was trembling slightly.

Although the key parts cannot be seen because of the occlusion of the water surface, you can still clearly imagine what happened under the water surface from the rhythm of the water waves.

Chang Jing flipped his wrist, and the demon knife returned to his hand again.

If he hadn't recovered in time, he might have smashed the mirror.

He stood there holding on to the handle of the knife, his whole body was extremely stiff, his muscles seemed to be frozen, his anger was suffocated in his chest, and he couldn't vent his anger. It seems that once I look away, the picture in the mirror will get worse.

However, the current picture is already challenging the limit.

Zijin's body switched between snake and human at will, and the fluctuation of the water surface became stronger and stronger. After a long time, Xu Liang carried Zijin to the shore.

The water droplets on the long hair fell on the grass, and the angle of view of the mirror was behind the lapel. You could see his body arched exaggeratedly, his head raised and his mouth was sucking, and his throat kept moaning happily.Xu Liang, on the other hand, stood in the water, spread Zijin's legs wide apart, raised them up, and rushed into the water droplets that kept rolling down from his body.

This time I really saw it clearly.

Chang Jing suddenly turned her back, and walked out of the room after a few seconds.

The night wind was cool to cold, but Chang Jing was sweating hotly.

The hoarse panting sound mixed with the rubbing sound of peach leaves echoed behind the ears lingeringly.

Chang Jing stood under the tree, trying to imagine Xu Liang's usual appearance, trying to calm down the abnormal reaction somewhere in his body.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the picture in the mirror swept across.

Xu Liang was still entangled with the man with his naked body, but this time, the entangled role was changed to Chang Jing.