Quick Pass Slag Attack Guide

After dinner, Qingling insisted on serving Lu Li to take a bath.

The warm water washed away his exhaustion, and Lu Li sighed comfortably. Of course, it would be better if he ignored Qing Ling's scorching eyes that kept looking at him.

Qing Ling hit the man's long black hair with soap horns and rubbed it to create lather.

The hands covered with foam brushed over the round shoulders, and slid all the way down towards the beautiful curve of the back.

Lu Li was originally relaxed in the hot water, but when he felt the touch of Qingling's hand, his body suddenly stiffened.

His breathing became messy.

Qing Ling lowered her eyes and carefully cleaned the man's body without any lust.

After washing, Qing Ling wrapped the man with flushed cheeks in a bath towel, and wiped his dripping long hair with a cloth towel, and then dried it completely with internal force after it was almost wiped.

When lying on the bed, Qingling held the man in his arms, just like in the vague memory of the past, he clearly remembered his warm embrace.

Lu Li pursed his lips and remained silent.

He is on guard.

Lu Li's tense nerves only relaxed when he realized that Qingling had no other intentions but simply wanted to hug him to sleep.

Sensing the man's depression, Qing Ling took him into her arms with one hand, and patted his back comfortingly with the other.

Lu Li couldn't help but struggled a bit, he said, "Don't touch me again."

What he didn't expect was that Qing Ling really didn't touch him again, and let Lu Li shrink to the other side of the bed.

Lu Li raised his eyes, and just happened to bump into Qingling's thoughtful eyes, which seemed to have a trace of imperceptible injury.

Lu Li didn't speak, and Qing Ling didn't speak either.

The two seemed to be confronting each other silently, to see who would be unable to hold on first.

In the end, Lu Li couldn't hold it anymore, he felt a surge of drowsiness, and the residual properties of the medicine seemed to be still eating away at his nerves.

He wrapped himself in a quilt, turned his head away from looking at Qing Ling, and was unwilling to talk to Qing Ling again.

Lu Li fell asleep not long after.

Not long after, he had that familiar dream.

The man in the dream hugged him who was covered in blood, crying hoarsely, mourning as if the sky was about to fall.

Hot tears fell on Lu Li's face, he wanted to raise his hand to tell the broken man not to cry, not to be sad.But his fingers seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't even lift them up.

The man hugged him tightly and kept repeating: "I love you, I love you..."

Lu Li was like a wandering soul, he suddenly stood quietly beside them from a third-person perspective, looking at "myself" and the man holding "myself".

The picture in front of him gradually shattered into pieces. Lu Li's eyes flashed, and he saw the familiar but thin man in front of him again. He weakly waved a dagger with a cold light, and looked at Lu Li fiercely, with despair in his eyes. .

Tears flowed from his dry eye sockets, his voice was hoarse and terrible, and he kept repeating: "I hate you! I hate you to death!"

Seeing the disgust on the man's face, Lu Li's heart suddenly throbbed, and he stepped forward to stop the man's behavior.

But there was no time.

The sharp dagger pierced the main artery, and bright blood filled the eyes.

This time it was Lu Li who knelt on the ground, his face was so stiff that he was dazed, and he pressed the man's bleeding wrist helplessly.

With a relieved smile on the man's face, he said, "I don't like you, I don't love you—I want you to die."

The curse-like words shook Lu Li's whole body. Looking at the man's pale cheeks, his tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Sorry……"

"I was wrong……"

"I won't..."

Huge panic enveloped him, Lu Li's whole body was trembling almost convulsively, and transparent tears kept falling from his eyes.

Lu Li hugged the man tightly, just like he said "I hate you", he kept repeating "I'm sorry".

"sorry Sorry……"

Lu Li closed his eyes, his face was distorted by sadness.

At this time, the system's electronic sound suddenly sounded: "Alarm! Alarm! The host is mentally abnormal!"

Lu Li was still repeating the same words over and over again, but suddenly there was a soothing force on his back, and warm palms gently stroked his back, as if to wipe away all the sadness for him.

Lu Li grabbed the other party's skirt like holding the last piece of driftwood, buried his head in his arms, and tears wet the front skirt.

He wailed, wanting the nightmare to go away from him: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Qing Ling pulled the man who was about to have a nervous breakdown into her arms, comforting him carefully.

Then he coaxed in Lu Li's ear, "Don't be afraid."

The illusory dream instantly shattered into pieces.

Lu Li sobbed and hugged his neck, and rubbed his face against the side of the young man's neck, his body was still trembling slightly.

Looking at the man acting like a cat, Qingling's heart almost melted with joy.

He pressed a kiss to the man's sweaty forehead.

The man who was still tossing just now gradually calmed down, and his fingers were still grasping the corner of Qingling's clothes insecurely, as if this was the only way to escape the torment of the nightmare.

Qing Ling smiled lowly, and couldn't help kissing his thin lips.

When Lu Li woke up the next day, he was still thinking about the incredible dream of last night.

That dream seemed to be something he had personally experienced, but he couldn't find it in his existing memory.

When he saw Qing Ling's extremely familiar face, Lu Li couldn't help but trembled, and a layer of unknown fear was cast in his heart.

However, Qing Ling seemed to be in a very good mood. He dressed Lu Li one by one, and tied his hair himself.

The man in the white robe made of gold silk is extraordinarily warm and moist like jade, and Qing Ling inserted a hairpin made of jade into his curly hair.

Although Lu Li didn't let Qing Ling serve him when he was a child, no matter whether it was a small child or a young man now grown up, they were all keen to take care of him without any help.

Lu Li also went from being uncomfortable at the beginning to being used to it now.

Qing Ling put her hands on his shoulders, looked at him in the bronze mirror with Lu Li, and said, "Daddy is so pretty."

Lu Li didn't reply, and even said that there was no extra expression on his face.

While Qing Ling was still arranging his clothes, the door of the bedroom was knocked lightly again, and a low and deep female voice came from outside the door: "Master, son, the carriage is ready outside."

Lu Li is still the leader of the Demon Cult, and Qing Ling is still his son, but the power has been handed over to him.

Lu Li, the leader, is not worthy of his name.

Qing Ling waved away the people outside, took Lu Li's arm affectionately, and helped him up from the seat.

Lu Li whispered: "I... I will go by myself."

He looked up at Qingling, then his eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head like a guilty conscience.

Qing Ling didn't let him go, and Lu Li rarely struggled.

Sitting in the carriage with four corner cornices again, with a soft cushion behind Lu Li, Qing Ling put his leg on her body and gently kneaded his calf.

Lu Li was very comfortable being served.

Qing Ling, who served him, also felt very happy.

It's just that Qing Ling's hand gradually extended up from his calf to his flat lower abdomen, trying to pass through the belt around his waist and go inward.

Lu Li suddenly opened his eyes, pressed Qingling's hand, his lips twitched, and stopped softly: "Don't."

Qingling's black eyes seemed to be bottomless, he glanced at Lu Li lightly, and then brushed off his hand.

The young man smiled gently, and said, "Don't be afraid."

Lu Li pursed her lips, holding his hand stubbornly and not letting go.

The young man in black robe had a jade-like face and was so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off him. At this time, he knelt down on the ground reluctantly, and the hand held by Lu Li clasped his fingers. Then he lowered his head and separated his lips with his lips. Rubbing the cloth against his lower body.

Lu Li trembled all over, and he weakly refused: "No..."

Qing Ling stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick his unexcited lump, feeling what was gradually waking up under the thin layer of clothes.

Lu Li bowed up, panting intermittently, his resistance turned into a powerless desire to resist.

An unbearable moan escaped from his lips.

Qing Ling had already lifted the robe from his lower body, and her moist and hot lips were waiting on the place where he was excited.

All Lu Li's feelings were concentrated on his lower body, and all his movements were catering to Qing Ling, trying to get more pleasure for himself.

At the moment of climbing to the top, Lu Li let out a muffled groan of pleasure, and the turbid liquid fell into Qing Ling's moist mouth.

Lu Li heard the unbearable sound of swallowing, and he couldn't help turning his face away.

After tidying up his clothes, Qing Ling stepped forward to hold his face, and pressed his lips to his.

Lu Li tasted his own taste, the unusual smell of fishy sandalwood, and the tongue that stuck into his mouth passed the breath to him domineeringly.

After the kiss was over, Qing Ling started kneading Lu Li's calf again.

Lu Li was relieved to see that he didn't intend to do anything unnecessary.

It seemed that the man was very obedient, his eyes softened a bit, all the coldness was covered by pampering.

Lu Li leaned on the pillow, he looked at Qing Ling's downcast serious look, and still felt that he was cheap in his heart.

Sensing his gaze, Qing Ling raised her eyes and said, "Why is Daddy looking at me like that?"

Lu Li said the truth: "This seat thinks you are despicable."

Qing Ling's hands stopped, Lu Li thought he would be angry because of his words, but it was just the opposite.

Not only was Qing Ling not angry, but she sighed and said, "Who made Ling'er happy with Daddy?"

Lu Li said: "But I will not please you, never will." He emphasized his tone, as if to let Qing Ling know that this is a fact.

Qing Ling looked at him tenderly, "Then your martial arts will never recover, and you will not be able to leave my side."

Obviously, this is a dead end.

Qing Ling seemed to be saying some oath: "I love you."

Lu Li's eyes were a little dazed, he seemed to see another person through Qingling, the other person who cried and said he loved him in his dream, and the person who cried and said he hated him.

They all seemed to be one person, or maybe they weren't.

Lu Li didn't know what to do.